@Eklispe Yeah, sure. Just include the mention of doing so in the same post as you then skip forward, and I'll simply include how it goes in my next post.
So, we just post them here? Alright. I wrote a little super-hero flick because I'm in super-hero roleplays right now, so here. Also, I cannot write stories under 1000 words. Here's the one I'm officially submitting, 2049 words.
‘You’ve gotta be a villain,’ I said. ‘The good guys are constantly on the defensive, they’re the guys defending the good shit. Being a villain means you get to plan out the attack, take out the defenders way ahead of time, you’re more likely to win. Besides, as a good guy the best you’ll get is a pat on the back and a paycheck, villains gets to keep all their loot.’
‘Um, Charlotte,’ Holly looked a bit uncomfortable as she replied. Several of my like-minded friends giggled at my words, others looked uncomfortable, only Holly was able to reply. ‘I don’t think it’s that easy. Villains have to deal with the guilt of committing crimes, making people’s lives worse, being shunned…’
‘Eh,’ I shrugged. ‘It’ll get easier over time. Not that it matters, none of us are going to awaken powers any time soon.’
The subject was dropped, and we eventually picked up our plates and deposited them at the proper place in the school cafeteria, and headed back to class.
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‘She’s bullying at school, she’s cheating at tests and she listens to nobody. W-we can’t let our girl continue like this…’
I staggered back, eyes wide staring at the wall of my room. It wasn’t that I just had heard my mother lament over me that had startled me. It was the fact I had heard her from four rooms away as if she had just spoken inside my head. In fact, I felt where she was, alongside my father. I also felt my neighbors, their neighbors, someone driving by in a car, numerous dogs and cats, countless bugs… I felt the location of everything living on the street, and I could choose to hear whatever sounds they were making. All I had wished for was to be able to eavesdrop on the conversation I knew they were having, and somehow I got it. And, instinctively, I knew it could do so much more. My lips curled into a grin.
‘… BO!’
Both my mom and dad jumped from the unexpected sound erupting in their heads, my voice. I felt their panic, and I laughed. This was glorious.
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‘Excluding you four, you currently have fifty-four men on this compound,’ I declared with confidence. ‘Thirty of them are playing games in the barracks, six of them are cooking lunch for the rest, fifteen are on guard, one is on the toilet and the two in the ceiling above me are filming me and have guns trained on me in case I do something funny. Then there are twenty-one hostages in the basement…’
Bloodshot, large man, local villain, sat with his hands together inspecting me along with the three other present power-users under his command. He looked like he needed some more convincing, so I continued.
‘I can also feel which ones are power-users. As of currently, including yourself, you have five power-users. Four in here, and one among the regular troops.’ Power-users somehow felt differently to my powers. I smirked, knowing how valuable this had to be. Finally, Bloodshot stood up, his large frame quite intimidating.
‘Impressive, I must admit,’ he said. ‘But before I let you join, you’re going to have to prove to me you have the heart of a villain.’
I looked at him a bit curiously, before one of the four suddenly vanished from existence. Only because I could sense him by my power did I know he had teleported down to the hostages. Down there he grabbed a few, and then he reappeared as suddenly as he had vanished in front of me, three bound hostages in hand. A middle-aged woman, a young man and an older man. The woman and the young man were struggling and crying, the old man was glaring angrily. The teleporter then held a handgun forward towards me. I frowned, looking over at the boss.
‘Prove to me your determination. I can’t trust someone who’s hands remain unsullied,’ Bloodshot said, gesturing at the gun.
While slightly hesitant, I accepted the gun. I’d never even seen one before, but knowing I might run into this situation I had studied their function. It was light, yet the danger was real. I inspected it for a second before ensuring the safety was on. Then I inserted my finger into the trigger-hole and started spinning the gun on it.
‘For the record, I think we could work together without these sorts of measures,’ I said, closing my eyes while spinning the gun abscently. ‘I could put my own demand saying you’re not to expose me to the rawer side of the operations. I think my power is useful enough you’ll have use of me regardless.’
‘That said,’ I finished, turning to the squirming hostages. I grabbed the gun, undid the safety, and directed it at the old man’s chests with one hand.
My aim was true, my expectation for the recoil was not.
As the bang of the gun sounded through my ears my fingers jerked in pain, my hand had flown up to so the two sections of my arm collided. First there did I manage to stop it after having staggered a bit. My ears hurt from the sound of the gunfire, but the man I had shot screamed so much louder. The shrill scream echoed inside my head, and seeing the blood on the floor staggered me more than the recoil. The man died moments later, falling over on the floor.
I grunted, feeling a disgusting feeling in my chest. Guilt? Disgust? Fuck that. I gripped the gun with two hands before directing it. My power helped me aim, and with two more bangs I shot the woman in the heart and the young man in the head. They died way faster than the old man.
The feeling wouldn’t go away. I stood frozen where I had fired the last bullet, looking over the three corpses. The three individuals I had killed. I might have remained there if Bloodshot hadn’t started slowly applauding. Reawakening, I brought the gun hand to my hips and grinned at him.
‘So? Sullied enough for you? You got it all on film, too,’ I giggled, knowing the people in the ceiling had filmed the proof.
‘I’m willing to give you a shot. Come, let’s share the news with the team. I want them all to see you,’ Bloodshot stated, some pride in his voice, as he and his underlings passed me towards the door. I breathed out in relief, but… the repulsive feeling in my chest hadn’t gone away, my hands were shaking. I looked at them, one of which was still holding the gun. I couldn’t stop the shaking. I gritted my teeth, clutching the gun hard, before I turned to follow Bloodshot.
It’ll get easier over time, I told myself.
_______
It was a curious feeling, seeing someone get killed with my power. It could only pick up living beings over a certain size, so as soon as they died they just vanished. For four months, I directed Bloodshot’s team with my surveying power, warned about opposing power-users and informed of enemy numbers, looked out for reinforcements. Battlefield control was my game, and I played it well. I could make call-outs that nobody else could, and I was now an integral part of the team. I directed them to kill so many people…
Even when I stood a kilometer away, I sensed Bloodshot shooting his blood-shots at the guards, I felt Hijack teleporting people hundreds of meters into the air to fall to their deaths, I felt Clawress literally slicing people in half. For all these months… the feeling of disgust in my chest had never vanished. Even though I myself had never partaken in the killing again, the feeling had never vanished.
I felt two guards running straight for Bloodshot’s trap through a door. I frowned in frustration.
‘Stop, you fools!’
I didn’t realize I had sent the message to their minds until I saw them stagger and stop. Oh, fuck. … Well, whatever!
‘Bloodshot’s behind this door! If you know what’s good for you, hide and don’t show yourselves until-’
Bloodshot decided not to wait and leapt at the door before immediately shooting both guards, who winked out of existence to my senses.
‘Damn it,’ I whispered, frustrated.
‘Scryer?’ one of the guard assigned to protect me immediately asked. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘…’ I didn’t give him a reply. I didn’t trust myself to not completely fuck up my excuse. I suppressed my feelings and kept up my support.
It’ll get easier over time… right?
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It was a drunken party, months later. Because of my help, Bloodshot’s gang could constantly evade authorities, because I felt their approach. Tonight they celebrated another victory, another successful deal, and I pretended to be knocked out from some of the things that had been distributed. It was easier like that. I… I didn’t feel like celebrating. They didn’t know, I was now repeatedly sending warnings ahead of time, to prevent unnecessary loss of life. Each time I had to simply pray Bloodshot didn’t find me out. But no matter what I did, the feelings just wouldn’t go away. The feelings of disgust in my chest, the feeling that something was horribly, horribly wrong. It wasn’t getting any easier.
Suddenly, I felt someone entering my range. A flying hero. Judging by the pose as he flew… Starlight.
I lay there silently. I knew what I should do. It was so easy to do, too.
I made my decision.
‘Starlight. This is Scryer.’
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And there I was. I sat on a stump in a forest, arms crossed, looking on from a range as Bloodshot’s gang were being ambushed by heroes they didn’t even know were coming. I sat with a somber expression, knowing they were trusting me to look out. My guards had no idea, they assumed my silence meant everything was going according to plan. I felt the special forces approaching my position. Old Gunslinger was leading them.
‘Raise your hand, so we know who not to shoot,’ Gunslinger said. Obediently I raised my right hand up above my head.
‘Scryer? What are you-’
The guard didn’t have time to finish the sentence before a spray of bullets flashed through between the trees, taking down the guards around me. I breathed in heavily, feeling the finality of their bodies hitting the ground around me. The special forces moved in, double-checking that they had finished off my guards.
In the distance I felt Starlight and Steelia take on Bloodshot. Hijack and Clawress were out, as were the other power-users. Bloodshot was there… and there he was out. It was over.
Gunslinger walked and stood beside me. Older man with a gun, grey beard, limited sight into the future that allowed him to predict what would happen and see exactly how to act to win. Yeah, I couldn’t counter that.
‘You do understand that we still have to arrest you?’ he asked, in a calm but thankful voice.
‘… Yeah. I’m ready.’ I said, breathing out. I sighed. My life was basically over. I was a known villain with blood on my hands. But with this, the disgusting feeling had finally withdrawn. It wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t as bad. I would live my whole life from now regretting what I had done… but at least for now, I was satisfied.
‘I’ll see if I can put in a good word for you,’ Gunslinger suddenly said, causing me to look up in surprise. ‘We could really use someone like you. If possible, I’d like to give you a second chance. If you really regret what you did, then you’ve got a long route to go for redemption yet. Are you ready to travel it?’
‘… Ha.’
I couldn’t do more than laugh. Was I going to get a chance to make things right? … It was more than I felt I deserved. But… if he was going to put it that way…
‘… Yes, sir. Gladly, sir.’
It was bittersweet. But perhaps, with enough work, I’d be able to make up for what I had done, and the pain in my chest could go away.
Who knows? Perhaps forgiving myself would get easier over time.
... And because I felt like challenging myself, here's the same story but I tried to cut down on the word-count. If the above is too long, here's one 500 words shorter. I'd have to strain myself if I wanted to make it shorter, but *checks clock* I think I'm out of time. Heh.
‘You’ve gotta be a villain,’ I said. ‘The good guys are constantly on the defensive. Being a villain means you get to plan out the attack, you’re more likely to win. Besides, as a good guy the best you’ll get is a pat on the back and a paycheck, villains gets to keep all their loot.’
‘Um, Charlotte,’ Holly looked a bit uncomfortable as she replied. Several of my like-minded friends giggled at my words, others looked uncomfortable, only Holly was able to reply. ‘I don’t think it’s that easy. Villains have to deal with the guilt of committing crimes, making people’s lives worse, being shunned…’
‘Eh,’ I shrugged. ‘It’ll get easier over time. Not that it matters, none of us are going to awaken powers any time soon.’
The subject was dropped, and we eventually picked up our plates and deposited them at the proper place in the school cafeteria, and headed back to class.
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‘She’s bullying at school, she’s cheating at tests and she listens to nobody. W-we can’t let our girl continue like this…’
I staggered back, eyes wide staring at the wall of my room. It wasn’t that I just had heard my mother lament over me that had startled me. It was the fact I had heard her from four rooms away as if she had just spoken inside my head. In fact, I felt where she was, alongside my father. I also felt my neighbors, their neighbors, someone driving by in a car, numerous dogs and cats… I felt the location of everything living on the street, and I could choose to hear whatever sounds they were making. And, instinctively, I knew it could do more. My lips curled into a grin.
‘… BO!’
Both my mom and dad jumped from the unexpected sound erupting in their heads, my voice. I felt their panic, and I laughed. This was glorious.
_______
I had just described my abilities to Bloodshot, local villain. I could sense others over a distance, feel if they were power-users or not, and eavesdrop or talk to them.
‘Impressive,’ Bloodshot said. ‘But before I let you join, you’re going to have to prove to me you have the heart of a villain.’
I looked at him a bit curiously, before he commanded three struggling hostages be brought in. A middle-aged woman, a young man and an older man. An underling then held a handgun forward towards me. I blinked.
‘Prove to me your determination,’ Bloodshot said. ‘I can’t trust someone who’s hands remain unsullied.’
While slightly hesitant, I accepted the gun. I’d never even seen one before, but knowing I might run into this situation I had studied their function. It was light, yet the danger was real. I inspected it for a second before ensuring the safety was off.
‘For the record, I think we could work together without these sorts of measures,’ I said, closing my eyes. ‘I could put my own demand saying you’re not to expose me to the rawer side of the operations. I think my power is useful enough you’ll have use of me regardless.’
‘That said,’ I finished, turning to the squirming hostages and directed the gun at the old man’s chests with one hand.
My aim was true, my expectation for the recoil was not.
As the bang of the gun sounded through my ears my fingers jerked in pain, my hand had flown up to so the two sections of my arm collided. First there did I manage to stop it after having staggered a bit. My ears hurt from the sound of the gunfire, but the man I had shot screamed so much louder. The shrill scream echoed inside my head, and seeing the blood on the floor staggered me more than the recoil. The man died moments later, falling over on the floor.
I grunted, feeling a disgusting feeling in my chest. Guilt? Disgust? Fuck that. I gripped the gun with two hands before directing it. I fired twice more, and the two other hostages fell dead.
The feeling wouldn’t go away. I stood frozen where I had fired the last bullet. The three individuals I had killed. I might have remained there if Bloodshot hadn’t started slowly applauding. Reawakening, I brought the gun hand to my hips and grinned at him.
‘So? Sullied enough for you?’ I giggled, knowing my success.
‘I’m willing to give you a shot. Come, let’s share the news with the team. I want them all to see you,’ Bloodshot stated, some pride in his voice as he passed me towards the door. I breathed out in relief, but… the repulsive feeling in my chest hadn’t gone away, my hands were shaking. I looked at them, one of which was still holding the gun. I couldn’t stop the shaking. I gritted my teeth, clutching the gun hard, before I turned to follow Bloodshot.
It’ll get easier over time, I told myself.
_______
For four months, I directed Bloodshot’s team with my surveying power, warned about opposing power-users and informed of enemy numbers, looked out for reinforcements. I could make call-outs that nobody else could, and I was now an integral part of the team. I directed them to kill so many people…
Even when I stood a kilometer away, I sensed Bloodshot shooting his blood-shots at the guards. For all these months… the feeling of disgust in my chest had never vanished. Even though I myself had never partaken in the killing again, the feeling had never vanished.
I felt two guards running straight for Bloodshot’s trap through a door. I frowned in frustration.
‘Stop, you fools!’
I didn’t realize I had sent the message to their minds until I saw them stagger and stop. Oh, fuck. … Well, whatever!
‘Bloodshot’s behind this door! If you know what’s good for you, hide and don’t show yourselves until-’
Bloodshot decided not to wait and leapt at the door before immediately shooting both guards, who winked out of existence to my senses.
‘Damn it,’ I whispered, frustrated.
‘Scryer?’ one of the guard assigned to protect me immediately asked. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘…’ I didn’t give him a reply. I didn’t trust myself to not completely fuck up my excuse. I suppressed my feelings and kept up my support.
It’ll get easier over time… right?
_______
Months later, Bloodshot’s gang celebrated another victory. I just sat, senses dulled. I… I didn’t feel like celebrating. They didn’t know, I was now repeatedly sending warnings ahead of time, to prevent unnecessary loss of life. But no matter what I did, the feelings just wouldn’t go away. The feelings of disgust in my chest, the feeling that something was horribly, horribly wrong. It wasn’t getting any easier.
Suddenly, I felt someone entering my range. A flying hero. Judging by the pose as he flew… Starlight.
I lay there silently. I knew what I should do. It was so easy to do, too.
I made my decision.
‘Starlight. This is Scryer.’
_______________
And there I was. I sat on a stump in a forest, arms crossed, looking on from a range as Bloodshot’s gang were being ambushed by heroes they didn’t even know were coming. My guards had no idea, they assumed my silence meant everything was going according to plan.
‘Raise your hand, so we know who not to shoot,’ Gunslinger said. Obediently I raised my right hand up above my head.
‘Scryer? What are you-’
The guard didn’t have time to finish the sentence before a spray of bullets flashed through between the trees, taking down the guards around me. I breathed in heavily, feeling the finality of their bodies hitting the ground around me. The special forces moved in, double-checking that they had finished off my guards.
I sensed Bloodshot being taken out in the distance. It was over.
Gunslinger walked and stood beside me. Older hero with a gun, grey beard, limited sight into the future that allowed him to predict what would happen and see exactly how to act to win. Yeah, I couldn’t counter that.
‘You do understand that we still have to arrest you?’ he asked, in a calm but thankful voice.
‘… Yeah. I’m ready.’ I said, breathing out. I sighed. My life was basically over. I was a known villain with blood on my hands. But with this, the disgusting feeling had finally withdrawn. It wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t as bad. I would live my whole life from now regretting what I had done… but at least for now, I was satisfied.
‘I’ll see if I can put in a good word for you,’ Gunslinger suddenly said, causing me to look up in surprise. ‘We could really use someone like you. If possible, I’d like to give you a second chance. If you really regret what you did, then you’ve got a long route to go for redemption yet. Are you ready to travel it?’
‘… Ha.’
I couldn’t do more than laugh. Was I going to get a chance to make things right? … It was more than I felt I deserved. But… if he was going to put it that way…
‘… Yes, sir. Gladly, sir.’
It was bittersweet. But perhaps, with enough work, I’d be able to make up for what I had done, and the pain in my chest could go away.
Who knows? Perhaps forgiving myself would get easier over time.
@Pikmin Eye Oh, um. They're all in casual clothing, I noted you might see through the "disguise" by seeing the model of some of those backpacks, as well as other obvious signs. And, uh. It's my intention that the female in front of you is at the very least around 30, if possibly more. It's hard to find images of anime-characters that don't look supremely young, but your reference to her as a "girl" makes me want to comment. I specifically referred to her as a "woman". Eh, suppose I could have been more descriptive on that.
Anyways! Nicely posted. Now, let's see. I have a few options for how I could have her react to this, heh.
@Rune_Alchemist Heh, alright. Yeah, I'll see how I believe that'll go. That's some sweet interaction, and logical fighting. Nicely posted. Now let me check what I'll do with it.
So, uh, my personal rule is that I shouldn't let any post become more than "4 days ago" without receiving a reply, but that's, like, worst case scenario. Other than that, it depends on my whims. So, yesterday I had this urge to write, and was able to finish those large posts. Then it became the question of "do I wait until the last possible second to post this?" ... Which I resolved to be "nah" and posted it.
What I think I was trying to write was "post sooner and you'll get a reply sooner", which I realize isn't always entirely the case, but you can expect that I'm working on a post and might not wait whenever it says "3 days ago" on the latest post. I might wait to see if more posts show up at "2 days ago" or earlier. Er.
My apologies. Perhaps I should reinstate the "will try to post in x hours" posts. I have, though, found that lately I can't always trust myself to achieve that and hesitate to make such claims. Hah.
The potions mostly restored the health of Durant and Slowpoke. They’re now mostly fine.
‘Trubb-!?’ Trubbish made a brief statement as the light came closer, but then stood still and made a stand, seeing how Martin had decided to do so.
As the light came closer it became apparent that this was not one person. This was several people and a wagon on wheels. The person in front was holding a flashlight, shining it forward and eventually finding Martin. With the light shining right at him, it was impossible to make out any details.
‘Oh? A trainer?’ The voice was female and smooth, and played on a line where it was hard to distinguish between kindness and condescension. ‘How rare.’
She made a few hand-gestures, and the wagon behind her stopped. She turned off the flashlight and several weaker lights were lit on the cart in every direction, brightening the area to the brightness of a normal room, revealing Martin and the people he was looking at.
The cart was square, layered by multiple grey boxes built specifically to be stacked and also hide what they contained within from outside eyes. The wheels under were pretty large, intended to manage some tricky terrain, but it could only be moved by manpower. Manpower clearly provided by the five casually-clothed grunts standing around it and pushing it, who had been given a pause by Martin’s meddling. On top of the cart were five backpacks, that clearly had been placed there in preference of wearing them.
While all six individuals were casually clothed, it wasn’t hard to see through whatever disguise they were intending. For one, the five backpacks were of three different models, and two of the bags were the same model that Martin had earlier found on the earlier ruined campsite. For the second, Martin might recognize the person in front.
The woman was lightly brown-skinned, with long freely-hanging similarly brown hair. There was grace and power in her posture, the eyes of an experienced woman used to being in-charge. Right now, she was in casual wear, a black jumper on her upper body and plain blue jeans on her legs, boots on her feet. But, Martin might remember her in a completely different attire.
… Back in Goldshore Town, she wasn’t one who actually went forth and talked to the workers. She had probably never personally spoken to a citizen of the town. However, it was fairly easy to know when she was coming, it was when all the Team Virtue members suddenly became clean-freaks trying to desperately make everything look as good as possible and get the next shipment ready in record time before she arrived. She only ever inspected the place from a distance, but it was clear all other Team Virtue members borderline feared her. Whoever she is, she’s a big deal in the team.
And here she is, escorting a cart in the Vast Underground, in casual attire.
The woman inspected Martin and his Pokémon.
‘A Trubbish to keep the monsters at bay, and a Nincada to guide the way. Smart,’ she remarked, sounding decently pleased by his set-up. If she was at all bothered by Trubbish’s scent, she didn’t show it. ‘Still, walking through the Vast Underground without a light has to be scary for one so young. Are you lost?’
… As mentioned, it was difficult to discern if her tone was kind or condescending. Trubbish looked frightened, but stood its ground without hiding. The grunts by the cart (besides looking thankful to get a break) were looking over the woman and Martin, also showing signs of doubts and fear.
‘Deli~!’ Delibird was happy to be petted before walking off.
‘Hm, alright, then,’ Joshua said, nodding. ‘I’ll go on ahead and see if I can find an ice-type to catch. Don’t leave without me! It’d break my heart~’ he said, making a dramatic gesture of one hand on his forehead and another on his heart before he stepped backwards and then slunk deeper into the cave.
So, Erika was taking an interest in the mining. Walking into the encampment, Erika will note the miners all look pretty happy. Like something good has happened.
‘Oh, fresh young blood! It’s good to see that here. Yeah, we find all kinds of things here! Sometimes it’s fossils, sometimes it’s special rocks of different kinds, and sometimes whole Pokémon are frozen solid in the ice! Strangely, they come to life when we melt or hack them out. They must be, like, perfectly preserved. I wonder how long they’ve been there?’ ‘You’re here at a good time! We got one massive haul today! It’s more than we usually get in weeks! Check the store, it’s unusually loaded!’ ‘Beyond the mines is the Frozen Cave proper. Careful if you go there. Those tunnels are slippery, if you’re not prepared you might slide down somewhere you can’t come back from! Still, if you’re ever in trouble and have no Escape Ropes, just follow a Delibird. They’ll keep you fed and escort you out.’ ‘Dawn Stones? Well, er, we occasionally find such here. I don’t know if we found one today, I’m afraid. But hey, check the Stone Store in Raremine Town, otherwise. As long as you have the cash, they should have some. If the collectors haven’t bought them out, anyways.’ ‘The fossils found here or in the Desert Mines can be taken to the Research Lab in Raremine Town to have the Pokémon revived. Isn’t it odd? We can bring Pokémon who died and became fossils thousands of years ago back, yet we’re powerless trying to do the same with the recently dead…’
Having talked to a few individuals, she then made her way to the Miner’s Base. That particular place was one of those actually constructed houses high above the other buildings, with a lift going directly to it. There, she could see miners discussing placements, where people would mine, and such. So, she asked about mining.
‘Eh, you wanna mine?’ A large miner that looked in-charge asked her, smirking. ‘Alright. So, we have some heavy equipment here, pickaxes and drills and saws to get through the ice. We also employ fighting- or fire-type Pokémon to help us unearth the walls of ice. Ice is rather easy to mine, and lots of things are frozen into the walls. We have maps with markers telling where people are already working, so you can tell me and I’ll send you somewhere we think might be productive with whatever equipment you want. Anything you find is yours to keep, or you can sell it to us and we’ll sell it in the Miner’s Shop in turn. What isn’t sold there is usually sent to Raremine Town. Oh, and if you find a Pokémon you don’t want, tell us and we’ll mark it, then someone who wants it can come and heat it out. That’s about it. So how about it?’
She doesn’t have to decide right now. Instead, she could go over and check the Miner’s Shop nearby. One miner’s trash could be wanted by another miner or just a traveller. She peeked into the store, looking over the items for sale. However, another surprise was awaiting her in here. For the person across the counter was a familiar face. Not a supremely familiar face, but a familiar face regardless.
‘Erika? That you?’
It was just a hiker. Except this particular hiker is Isaac the Hiker, an old friend of Erika’s mother. He tends to take extended trips away from his home in Cooldome City but occasionally comes over for tea and recounting old stories. Erika might recall he sometimes recounting working in mines, but perhaps them being THESE mines may have escaped her.
‘Oh, my. It IS you! Out on your journey already? My, time goes fast!’ Isaac reflected with a great smile. ‘I feel like this is worth a celebration.’ So he said, and looked down at the items for sale.
Hard Stone - 250P
Heart Scale - 5,000P
Normal Gem - 2,500P
Star Piece - 2,500P
Icy Rock - 1,000P
Damp Rock - 1,000P
Dusk Stone - 2,500P
Shiny Stone - 1,250P
Sun Stone - 3,300P
Helix Fossil - 4,000P
Skull Fossil - 6,000P
Armor Fossil - 3,000P
Cover Fossil - 4,000P
Plume Fossil - 2,500P
Jaw Fossil - 4,000P
Sail Fossil - 3,000P
‘Hey, you know what? Pick one item here that you’d like. I’ll buy it for you with my own money. Consider it a late birthday present. Ho-ho.’ Not that he ever actually got Erika presents, he wasn’t THAT close, but nonetheless that worked as an excuse for him.
1. Find Pokémon. Note, there are more Pokémon in the tunnels than here. Unless you’re specifically searching the ice? 2. Talk. This is basically a small settlement. They probably know a bit about mining in ice! 3. Move along. Either out of the cave, or deeper into it. 4. Specify. If you specify what you want to do, the GM will take it into account and tell the result. 5. Trigger random event. Force the GM to use his imagination to make a scenario for you. 6. Notable Buildings. Not many, but there’s a small base here! 6.1. Miner’s Base. For maps, getting info or tools and learning how to mine! 6.2. Miner’s Shop. Skip all the hard work of actually mining and buy what the miners are selling! Varies every day! 6.3. Comfy Igloo. If you just want to rest, have a chat, relax, restore health. 7. Area Specific: Mining. People here mine the ice for items and Pokémon caught in the ice. You could too!
Connected areas: Route 5. Exit the mines and you’ll be right there. Frozen Cave. The Frozen Cave proper awaits beyond the mine.
In case they head out for Route 5 again, on the way towards Route 6, which they would if they’re heading for Raremine Town eventually. Unless they’re taking a different route, of course. Just so you don't have to take post's worth of a break in Route 5 if you have nothing to do there.
Route 5
Just as Stillwood Village is the least visited settlement in Isson, Route 5 is among the least travelled routes on Isson main landmass. The route is a steady incline from Lakewatch Town to Stillwood Village, with some elements of the base of Mt. Chill nearby, the waters of Dragon Lake next to it too, sporadic forest from that surrounding Stillwood Village and some of the plain elements from route 6 as well, along with a very traveller-friendly road makes Route 5 perhaps one of the most naturally stunning routes of Isson. There are no roads for asphalt here, only travellers are explorers seeking or exiting Lakewatch Town for some reason, as well as Pokémon trainers on their journeys.
A peaceful route without any real dangers, it still offers a lot of variation. Walk on the west side by the waters of Dragon Lake to potentially encounter some Pokémon of the lake. Walk by the mountains on the east and perhaps feel some of the radiating cold of the range of Mt. Chill to perhaps see some more mountainous Pokémon or maybe an ice Pokémon that stumbled out of their caves. The route is a bit cold, attributed perhaps best to the proximity to the Frozen Cavern, and it gets colder the closer the mountain you go. Multiple rivers run down from the mountains, part of Mt. Chill that melts, but efficient wooden bridges help passage over. And of course, patches of forest here and there.
The south of Route 5 opens up towards what people call the Vast Plains, or simply Route 6. There parts of the Endless Forest spread out to make things a bit more covered in trees, but as soon as you leave this forest, all you’ll see is plains as far as you can see, and that’d be Route 6. On the other side of the route is the forest that covers Stillwood Village, you need to enter the forest to get to the village. At the middle by the lake is Lakewatch Town, resting a bit above Dragon Lake. And, of course, the passage up to the Frozen Cavern lies up that hill, for those who want to brave the range that leads towards the enclosed and frozen Route 9 on the other side.
1. Find Pokémon. Can be specified what kind of Pokémon is being searched for, and how you search. 2. Train Pokémon. With this command, we can jump ahead in time and skip posting about grinding. 3. Seek trainers. While not many, there are still trainers and explorers in the area, mostly trying to get to the next. 4. Talk. You could seek someone out to talk to them, if you want to. 5. Move along. Move along normally, letting any events that may come happen naturally. 6. Hurry along. Intentionally avoid confrontations and try to get safely to the next destination. 7. Specify. If you specify what you want to do, the GM will take it into account and tell the result. 8. Trigger random event. Force the GM to use his imagination to make a scenario for you. 9. Area Specific: Random House. Uh. There’s an excessively out-of-place red house in the middle of the route, the door standing wide-open. … Want to visit? 10. Familiar Faces: Ewan. He’s training his new Treecko.
Connected areas: Lakewatch Town. On the south-west of the route, Lakewatch Town lies adjacent to the lake on the road to the Wet Caverns. Stillwood Village. In the north lies the forest which hides the village, Mt. Strength lying behind it.. Route 6. Vast plains start in the south-east, this route leads towards Raremine Town. Frozen Cavern. After an incline up to the ridge of Mt. Chill, a cavern of ice could guide the way to Route 9 and Cooldome City. Endless Forest. To the south, a dark forest looms. There are no indications as to why you’d ever want to go there.
Yeah, uh. Excuse me if I didn't need to post there, but I felt like it. Also showing slight bit about Mariette having no experience with phones, heh.
I assumed Makoto was currently in a squirrel-state, given the mention of leaping over a building.
Edit: And that other was a minor collab between me and BrokenPromise because Sue's a sweetheart. Will follow with another one after Eli and Sue will have caused Mariette and Amber to actually talk, probably during whatever skip you're all talking about. Heh.
Mariette was momentarily distracted by the sudden appearance of the squirrel-girl. Though, after her appearance, Mariette was also pretty quick to look away from her, with the assumption that she would be introduced to the matter by the others. Herself, she was in the midst of a conversation with Alicia, after all.
Mariette gripped the phone, slightly annoyed at being forced to catch it out of the air and then extract it from the wrapped-up state while also making sure not to drop her bunny, but when she finally had it in hand her lips pulled the slightest as she started pressing on it, exploring the options. Then, Alicia turned and told the rest that Beacon was going to send a force. Mariette gained a real, actual smile.
‘Wonderful. Then, assuming someone can take the role of briefing new arrivals on the details of the situation,’ -she said gesturing towards the squirrel-girl with the phone-holding hand- ‘and that Eli’s finishing up the options for recruits…’ -she proceeded to gesture at her own underling.
She was honestly actually somewhat excited by this joint venture. Could they actually amass a force that would be able to contend with Justine von Visceral? She longed to see it.
‘Shall we get started?’
Feeling pretty good about herself, Mariette now glanced on the phone she held in her hand, her other hand still clutching a stuffed bunny.
Alright. So, Knight's going to be vulnerable for a bit. She has an upper-limit on the amount of volume she can pause at the same time, so until those smaller restraints are ready, she won't be able to manifest more frozen time. A limitation I gave her was an inability to change the volume of already established paused bodies of time, so she can't release it until Kaze's properly locked by the smaller things. So, right now, she's on the defensive.
Upon contact with Black Kaze, Knight was quick to pull her arms around the villainess. Using her power to shape her armor to make it slide from her own arms around Kaze’s arms, from her own legs around Kaze’s legs. Her gauntlet of frozen time intentionally bound Kaze’s sword to not let it leave. She intentionally brought them both down to the ground as she jumped out the armor, which was now shaping to lock Black Kaze in place a bit over ground. With a breath of disbelief, she shouted. Intentionally shouted, she wanted everyone to know, inside and outside the cage.
‘I caught Black Kaze!’ … Is that a more in-line with what you expected from the daughter of Retribution, Praetor?
Now just in her regular armor, because her block of paused time was holding Black Kaze, Knight spun to survey the scene, sword in hand. She was creating smaller restraints on Black Kaze’s limbs so that she could use the volume of the armor for more fighting, but their manifestation was taking a bit of time due to needing to shape them around her limbs. For these seconds before she got her armor back, Knight was essentially powerless. Being taken out now would be terrible, as that would release Black Kaze.
Depending on the amount of smoke, what she could see would naturally vary. She’d make an estimate of where she was needed depending on what she saw, hopefully she didn’t have to dodge. She DID have Kaze in her armor that she could still swing about, and if needed she could totally use her as a shield. For now, she focused on getting those smaller restraints on her and overlooking the situation, if at all possible.
Currently just surveying the scene and estimating where she’s needed the most, watching out for attacks, holding Black Kaze locked above her.