‘Darn,’ a girl said in the midst of her dark little room with computers. Their attack on the Beacons was going less than stellar as Aurelio had more or less no-selled their ambush. There was a very real possibility he’d be able to get away.
There were so many weird things in the ambush. Like, for instance, why had they been packing sleep-grenades at a Beacon ambush when Beacon is immune to all forms of mental manipulation?
‘Okay…’ Taihei commented, lifting up the latest explosive she’d made from her workbench. ‘I’ve now made the “become incredibly stupid for a short time and not reconsider any decisions made during this time”-bomb. I have no idea why I made it, but it’s now imperative I distance myself from this bomb as quickly as possible, lest my bad luck will-’
And that’s when the door opened.
‘Taihei, I’ve come to bear witness to your latest-’ Mariette started as she opened the door, only for the handle to unexpectedly slam into a strangely placed mop that then fell and struck the trigger of the bomb, which abruptly blew up in a cloud of brown smoke around the two of them. As the smoke settled, the two looked at one another dumbfounded.
‘Anyway, I need bombs to ambush Beacon with, keep in mind they’re immune to all mental effects,’ Mariette started.
‘Oooh, how about sleep bombs? After all, sleep isn’t mental. It’s perfectly logical, natural and necessary for survival,’ Taihei replied.
‘You’re a genius, Taihei. Make those bombs, and as a reward I’ll send you on a trip to that nuclear power plant you mentioned. See if you can harness that power for Asengav,’ Mariette told the incredibly unlucky girl.
‘Woooo,’ Taihei replied.
And this is literally the only explanation PlatinumSkink can provide for this dose of incompetence.
Yeah, the entire thing confused her, the girl thought as she glanced past a news article reporting about a nuclear disaster somewhere in Europe, prompting a raised eyebrow but then just looking to things going on locally instead.
Still, she had an observation to make. Aurelio never took a detour to Beacon HQ. Meaning, he had the White Coin on him all the time. The girl chuckled a bit, if they’d known that they could have made a way simpler plan. Too bad that come tomorrow they’d probably stop carrying coins, because of this ambush. Meaning the only opportunity to try doing it again was-
The girl’s eyes widened.
It had to be tonight.
The girl more or less threw herself forward to press a button.
‘Mayra! Make yourself available!’
‘Ueh?’ Mayra asked, stumbling where she was just about to throw her bowling ball at the alley she was taking a vacation at.
The girl pressed another button.
‘Josefin, cancel that last order!’
‘Huh?’ Josefin sort of stumbled where she was heading for the party.
‘Reinforcements are already coming. You need to finish it ASAP.’
Starting this post slightly before Aurelio makes his switch.
The entire mission hung on her.
Freya was the one heading for the coin itself. The reason for this was because she was to be like a physical juggernaut, unstoppable, the one of their number that should be able to flawlessly obtain the White Coin in the shortest amount of time with no issue. There was nobody present that could match her sheer physical might.
She was Asengav’s strongest physical soldier, a destructive force that could tear through armies and structures alike with impunity. There was NO WAY that she’d be held up by the “magical might” of a MERE CLONE.
Her arms turned into a blur. Her eyes glowed red through the illusion hiding her body, and she unleashed her Barrage. Each of the small, spherical barriers shielding the clones was bashed repeatedly by an uncountable amount of Freya’s supercharged punches. It didn’t matter what sort of power he’d put into these shields, Freya was going to leave them in pieces as each of her clawed strikes slammed into the shields and what lay beyond.
It didn’t matter to her when Aurelio replaced his clone with himself. Her assault was unchanged. There was no indication she even listened to his words. There were no barriers that could hold her off for long. Her strikes and punches were going off like the bullets of a minigun. She swiftly slithered left and right to do circles around him to strike from different angles to throw him off, all while striking. She’d use her Awareness and exceptional agility to dodge attacks but quickly be at it again to hunt for the coin. There was no way she’d be held back for long.
If she ever got an opening, she pounced. As a Were-Lamia, she had a very thin and long body, and she spun to crack herself around her target as a whip and attempted to just utterly knock him out with a straight punch when he was restrained as she went for the White Coin. If there was even the slightest of a moment for Freya to reach and grab that White Coin, she’d take it, her claw going to tear it, or the arm that held it, off Aurelio’s person with extreme strength so that Jelena could then confirm if it was the real thing. She was always striking with the speed of Barrage, here.
Her assault would not be satisfied by anything but the recovery of the White Coin.
Jelena blinked a bit at the Blue Aurelio before her, her eye confirming the lack of magic. Jelena gave a short burst of laughter… then punched at him thrice, a one-two-punch with left and right arm. Air-punches, they wouldn’t hit anything but air, but with each punch came a blast of metal, like the shrapnel from a shotgun, shot off to just utterly tear the clone apart along with any defenses or dodging he could muster. New metal quickly spilled from Jelena’s Hammerspace Handbag overcoat and she was drawing back the metal she’d launched, as she kicked off for a new target. Specifically, she jumped to get behind Aurelio’s new position, as the target she was to hold at a distance was no longer a threat.
‘Just drop the coin, you’d get away without a scratch~!’ Jelena shouted as she swung her arm… and it detached at her wrist, sending her giant metal clawed hand flying for Aurelio’s back and steered by Jelena’s metal magic. The fingers on the hand aimed for him would clamp down like a vice on him in the event it actually caught him, but mostly it was simply to distract him from the far more threatening entity that was Freya. As she did, she was also slowly extending her shards to form a semi-circle around the battlefield, floating ominously in the air to ensure Aurelio had nowhere to run.
Jelena was exceptionally ready to freeze the hand if Aurelio tried to make her hit Freya with it, and was half-way through her own skip just in case Aurelio did something silly, which her Third Eye was prepared to pick up.
Under the ground, Esther’s roots were spreading from her new location. She couldn’t take the area before now, because then somebody might have detected it, but now she was free to be rooted in place as her roots spread underground. From some of these roots, she immediately raised a decently thick reinforced tree to block Kimble’s blast. It was torn asunder, but it lightened the slices upon her own body.
Esther did not even the slightest react to the sudden cleaving wounds into her her tree-form caused by Kimble’s wind. She wasn’t bleeding from them. There was no indication of pain. In fact, the wounds upon her body started Regenerating immediately.
Time to counter-attack.
Esther’s job was not to win, here. It was simply to hold Kimble back while the rest secured the White Coin. To that end… she formed the slices of the tree Kimble had cut up into javelins. Vines kept erupting from the ground, trying to grip at Kimble, more of them showing up between Kimble and the action to cause a wall of vegetation. That, and…
Funny thing, they hadn’t used all their sticky grenades. They’d prepared for far more than two opponents, and as such had more than two of those prepared. So while Kimble was busy trying to fight through that, a vine was seeking through the ground to the other side of her, and from there it’d erupt, direct the output, and then it’d blow towards Kimble from behind blasting another dose of that grey fluid that’d instantly harden and attempt to restrain the one who’d been captured in it. In case it missed, Esther had a unit of vines ready to collect the wall, which they could then use against Kimble once again.
… Oh, and as she spread her roots…
After the attack with the leftover grenade, her roots would eventually spread to where Aurelio was fending off Freya and Jelena. With Absolute Direction, she just directed a portion of her mind to raise a vine or two to catch his foot. Esther was a skilled multitasker.
In the same vein, she without a word directed the counter-attack on the Beacon forces that were arriving. Under the rain that was starting, her tree-men swung their trunk-limbs and defended against the incoming attacks, as they grouped up to fend off the attackers. Even if the tree-men were defeated, the barrier itself was strong, and would not fall easily. That said, the barrier was a limited time deal. They had to finish this quickly.
So hungry. Did it matter if she took just a little nibble? All dark, can’t see. Where did Justine and Veronica go? Where’s the exit? Her Third Eye was still blind. She didn’t even have regular eyes right now. Where was she? She needed to eat. Was this a foot? Eli couldn’t even tell. But one thing for sure. She didn’t even have a choice anymore. There was nothing else to it but to-
and suddenly the puddle of slime that was Eli fell through a portal.
Eli fell with a splash down in front of Mariette, who had already recovered a whole chicken from a marketplace from her Hammerspace Handbag to lob into Eli’s form. Her cells were onto it like piranhas, giving an ample taste of the descriptor of “Devourer”. For good measure, Mariette took out a rib and threw that one in, too, flinging with her hand a bit for the disgusting feeling of touching raw meat was still on it.
‘Are you alright?’ Mariette asked her little attendant, who had very quickly digested the pieces within her.
‘I’m… fine…’ Eli breathed out, slowly composing herself and building herself up as the darkness harpy she was again.
‘Good,’ she said. It seemed like Nuncio and Amaryllis had their thing covered, so Mariette turned and whispered. ‘Send Josefin to watch the party. She should be lucky enough not to end up in danger…’ Who will be a regular NPC right now, not a combat one, so, please don’t fight her
Then she was told something very concerning.
‘… Who? And which one?’
She got her answer.
‘Grr,’ Mariette made a noise. So an out-of-town thief had somehow found one of their mirrors…
‘Keep an eye on her. I have a situation to settle,’ she responded. With that, she spun towards her own situation.
… Except, Amaryllis seemed to have that settled, seeing how she utterly tore the warehouse apart. Mariette simply stood with slightly raised eyebrows. It started to rain, so Mariette abscently Absolute Directioned to an umbrella that she retrieved through a quick portal and held above her head, a basic black one. Eli slithered to hold onto her mistress to take cover for the rain, which was especially unpleasant to a slime. Mariette was mildly aware of how the presence of Eli’s Third Eye was convenient to make sure they weren’t rescuing a fake Sammy or something.
Under the assumption that everyone was able to return through the portal like ERode implies then Mariette waved her free hand a bit and the portal closed. With that, Mariette felt she’d done her part for today. … Well, almost.
She’d watch whatever celebration took place here with neutral eyes, slightly interested in this Sammy now, while she was actually sending her magic through a subspace to prepare to portal to Penrose Garden. Just… in case. In case obtaining the coin proved more important than keeping the identity of the thief safe. It wasn’t, really, but.
And some feedback from BrokenPromise about Veronica
Ronin arrived with Cindy, her sandals screeching to a halt as she arrived there. Oh, man, she’s actually facing up against Beacon, as she didn’t want. And there… Cindy shouted about the monsters being hunted, being swept under a rug… yeah, no, this had little to do with the assassination. Cindy was going to attack no matter what. The assassin was just a convenient excuse. There would be no stopping her. Ronin sent a quick message to Veronica.
“Okay, it's shaping up to be a battle between two small groups here! Can't tell who'll win! Beacon's trying to talk down a very angry Cindy who isn't listening...”
“Beacon has already arrived? They have attacked my agents in the past, It might be best I don't get involved.”
“Er, am I still supposed to guard Cindy, then!?”
Ronin asked a bit mentally as Reaver charged. Lotus, whom Ronin didn’t know, was also getting into the fight already. And the members of Beacon… they were trying to appeal to Cindy. The detective dude or whatever also showed up, trying to talk about the assassin. But… a chill went through Deni as they tried to talk about the third party. Tried to talk like it changed something.
They didn’t know, they didn’t know! They didn’t know what Deni had seen across the world when she scouted for Mariette! They hadn’t seen the monsters hiding away in their dens, those fearing a sudden inquisition from Beacon to come and claim their lives! The rage within Cindy was that of someone oppressed, someone wishing for a revolution of her time! The assassin didn’t matter, it was likely the third party didn’t work either! Any voice from Beacon would be spoiled! Any-
Huh? Wait, that girl was former monster-girl? Ronin looked at her somewhat surprised.
Then Anaya dropped Janet’s name. Deni made a couple connections and then further a couple assumptions.
… YOU DON’T COUNT! Any amount of time you were a monster was way too brief!
Ronin considered what to do as the other girls talked. There was no way she could influence Cindy’s rage-filled mind with such words. The little samurai had wanted to arrive here, place a wall between Cindy and Ishtar and talk it out, but there was too much violence and people already talking here, that just wouldn’t work because those here kept saying the wrong things. She had to approach from a different angle.
What if she used-
‘Cindy!’ Ronin yelled out, suddenly getting an idea, and with no time to lose. ‘I just got a report that Vi’s making everyone go crazy at the party! Like, dangerously crazy! Was that intended!?’ she asked, loudly, because the only thing she’d gotten about the situation earlier was Veronica’s “Vi-chan appears to be whipping everyone into a frenzy” that had been told to all agents before.
“Except Vi making people frenzied, what's going on over there!? Might be important!”
“It's-” Veronica groaned. “It's really complicated, but no longer relevant. Your sister is safe, however.”
“Thank you! But that doesn’t help me here at all, hahaha!”
‘Beacon still absolutely needs to answer for their actions, but I’m worried something’s going down at the party! The assassin may have been intended to drive you away from the party so you couldn’t interfere with some plan or other! Your people may be in danger…!’ Ronin attempted, hoping that would shake some emotional chord in the lightning queen, to make her think of those under her protection rather than those she wished vengeance against…!
Deni had no idea what was going on at the party. However, at this moment Deni’d use ANYTHING to make Cindy pull back…!
Oh, it was starting to rain? … Wonder how that was going to interact with lightning girl over there? Just, like, a strange thought.
Something watched Myria as she left, taking in every action with interest. After her departure, it chuckled a little, before glancing up at one of the rooftops, identifying the individual hiding there. Uninterested, it retreated back into the mirror, and the entity within settled once again into its role.
Meanwhile.
I am regular NPC right now, not Combat NPC, please don’t attack me. :(
Tullia was crouched at the edge of a rooftop clutching a gem filled with darkness-magic looking down as Myria got into a car and started riding off. It appeared the thief had attracted the attention of a certain someone. She was lucky to get away alive. That one was… occasionally very playful. Still, it was honestly the best possible outcome for everyone. Myria escaped alive, and they hadn’t lost a bunch of traps that’d taken Taihei a whole bunch of time and resources to make. Phew.
Regardless. As soon as the alarm was tripped someone was sent to investigate, and that someone was Tullia, on account of how everyone else eligible for scouting was already busy with today’s missions. Myria had been confirmed, and with that car she’d be easy to find and identify in the future. Tullia’s mission had partly been to use the Bifrost Staff of hers to wreck Myria’s car so she understood they didn’t like having thieves over, but guess she had probably been warning enough…
With that confirmed, Tullia turned around, walked a couple steps, holding her Bifrost Staff closely by her side, before leaping off. Not like she'd want to keep up with a car, anyway. What a terrible time for rain, she didn't bring an umbrella…
So, all that reacting in Savo’s post happened, and then Happiny was left mainly to wonder how life was going for Aster. After all, it’s difficult being mission control when you don’t actually have any means of controlling the mission, so to say.
That’s when Cecil stumbled in, and Happiny turned around with a touch of being startled. However, after identifying the intruder and generally confirming that she didn’t appear hostile, Happiny went with the first thing that occured to her.
‘Happiny!’ Happiny called as she skipped over to Cecil. She had to be a companion of the gentleman thief that had just suggested he steal stones for her! Such a welcome surprise! ‘Happi! Happiny!’ Happiny called happily over the probably confudled Cecil.
‘Happi!’ Happiny called as she suddenly realized. With multiple allies, then maybe, just maybe…
She peeked out the base, looked like Aster was still busy, oh, well!
Happiny grabbed onto Cecil and attempted to lead her out of the safehouse, after having looked around a bit to confirm that everything was safe… which it strangely was, had something to do with how Aster had managed to attract/distract the majority of chaos this park could sustain… and then promptly led Cecil off, should she allow her to. There was a couple of steps behind a tree, and then Happiny peeked out to potentially wave Aster over, this way! He’s also the only one who’s allowed to see her peek. She’d just temporarily left her hoard behind, not knowing that Aster may have led them there. Anyway!
Regardless of if he succeeded in coming over or not, Happiny pointed out a strange structure in the park that absolutely existed before I started writing this post
There was a Treehouse Palace placed by the pond in the park, standing there decently proudly and oldly which some kids were about exploring and such. There was a bunch of Paras and Meowth around that were just like hanging about as guards for no definite reason, and from the top window, a dark shape of a great can could be roughly seen, looking out with gently glowing eyes…
Pokédex Entry #53 – Persian, the Classy Cat Pokémon. While admired for its beautiful fur, it is famously difficult to raise due to its vicious temperament and fickle meanness. It’s able to walk elegantly without sound, using its six bold whiskers to sense air-movements to determine surrounding movement. The gem on its forehead can glow on its own.
‘Happiny, Happi…’ she sounded a little sad for a moment, and then, ‘Happi, ny, Happiny!’ she called with significant determination.
See, apparently there’s this Persian inhabiting this park. The kids and teachers of this school all like the Persian, guarding the Pokémon from other Pokémon threats from the outside and letting them pet him and all of that… but secretly, he sees the whole park as his kingdom, and the treehouse as his Palace palace, from which he rules them! He’s been collecting things from other Pokémon, including this beautiful Oval Stone that Happiny had when she came here!
He has this female Lopunny too that he uses for physical threat when he needs to, acting as an agent, always standing behind him when he gives his threats, like a personal shadow, or almost like he was her trainer or something weird like that. Yupp, she totally stands right behind him up there in the tower.
Pokédex Entry #424 – Lopunny, the Rabbit Pokémon. Extremely cautious, known to quickly bound off when it senses danger. It’s very conscious of its looks and grooms its fur with dedication, shedding said fur twice a year. If they are touched roughly, they deliver powerful kicks with their graceful legs.
‘Happiny!’ Happiny called to them. Everyone else was too afraid to act, but there was something else to it. There was this super-precious weird oval rock with a hole in it that Persian was guarding up there. Apparently, he hadn’t been so cruel to everyone before, but after he found it was like he changed in some way, so perhaps if they managed to steal the treasure rock they’d be able to change his heart mind?
All they’d have to do is get by all his Meowth guards and get to the top of the tower first!
‘Happiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…?’ Happiny looked to them totally pleading.
What would Cecil and Aster do?
This is super side-quest and you don’t need to do squip if you don’t wanna. Also, you’re free to control any guards and anyone except Persian and Lopunny in your own posts if you’re gonna try heading up, hah.
There was a bunch of kids and Pokémon running about for whatever reason… anyway, two people entered the school ground, and…
‘Kids. Calm down,’ A man said, and all of a sudden it was like someone stopped time, because the kids basically just froze in their motions and looked over. He looked a bit worse for wear, like he was constantly exhausted, and, perhaps mildly comically, there were three Shuppets hiding behind his back. Whenever he moved, they hurried to stay behind him, as if they were avoiding being noticed by him…
Pokédex Entry #353 – Shuppet, the Puppet Pokémon. It senses the emotions of others, and feeds on dark emotions like jealousy, malice, anger and sadness through its horn. They’re very active at night, and search cities for the houses of vengeful people. They like to gather under eaves.
‘We have a visitor. Go ahead, Dorian,’ the man said, taking a step aside to show…
‘It’s old man Dorian!’ ‘Wooo! The Gym Leader is here!’ ‘Don’t you have challengers this time of day?’
The other man was an older man, his atmosphere having somewhat of an air of serenity to it, and upon being faced with the kids he smiled so gently, years of wisdom visible upon his face now. With him, he had this positively giant brown-white dog with what looked to be a massive beard, who also super happiny skipped over to gently energetically greet the kids coming over.
Pokédex Entry #508 – Stoutland, the Big-Hearted Pokémon. A very wise Pokémon, it rescues people stranded at sea or in freezing blizzards. It is unaffected by cold, and being wrapped in its fur can allow a person to survive a night even in the wintry mountains. An intelligent and good-natured Pokémon, it’s often a companion of rescue teams.
‘Hello, children. Yes, indeed, I typically take challengers this time of day, but today’s challengers were… taking a toll on me,’ Dorian said, gently accepting most of the attention showered on him.
‘Were they that tough?’ the child asked, wide-eyed.
‘No… No, they were not,’ Dorian said, his smile a bit wider. What that could be taken as is up for debate.
‘Are you alright?’ the child continued, looking honestly worried.
‘I am very much alright, thank you for asking,’ Dorian said, and then turned to the other adult here. ‘How about you, Johannes? Do you feel alright?’ Dorian asked, and the other man looked a bit startled at being asked. The Shuppets looked at him curiously from behind him.
‘… Actually, yeah,’ Johannes said, perhaps to the disappointment of the Shuppets behind him. ‘I’m finding myself strangely fine today. Perhaps it was because, you see, not a long time ago found myself comforted by this tiny girl with an affinity for ghosts…’
‘Did you now?’ Dorian asked, looking the mildest amused by Johannes’ statement.
They then continued their conversation with the kids a bit, not necessarily anything Basil and Cyril needs to concern themselves over, but it happened over there. If they need to keep themselves occupied while their Pokémon does random stuff.
What will Basil and Cyril do now?
1. Pokémon School Park. There’s a small park of grass in here. What kind of Pokémon might be in it? 2. Talk. Plenty of students and teachers. This is a wellspring of knowledge, someone must know something. 3. Challenge. Work your way up the leaderboard! Specify the level of opponent. 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. Study. You want to know something? Feel free to learn about it here! 6.1. Pokémon Habitats. Learn where you might find a specific kind of Pokémon! 6.2. Isson Geography. Learn more about the different places in Isson! 6.3. Names to Remember. Learn about Gym Leaders, Elite Four, or the like! 6.4. Local Legends. Learn about different tales from around Isson! 6.5. Pokémon Breeding. That’s also a subject. 6.6. Battling Basics. You likely know them already. 6.7. Specify. Tell what you want to learn and we’ll see if we have a course!
Connected areas: Pureplain City. All around, of course.
‘Oh, yeah, they're Galarian. I actually just returned from there, a great island region with a bunch of unique Pokémon. Sinistea is this possessed little teacup, Dreepy is this tiny dragon-ghost hybrid, and Galarian Corsola is indeed a regional variant that's a ghost-type! Really sad little thing, really... Anyway! What do you think?’ Zachery replied, looking expectantly at the young girl that was his first customer.
Dorothy was absolutely about to dash off in whatever direction available to her, when Aurelio slammed his cane down and magical energy was spent, and-
‘EEP!’ Dorothy cried out, covering her head, totally thinking she was about to be struck… when instead the magic made a defensive barrier and shielded her from Kimble, instead. ‘Eh?’ Dorothy looked around in surprise, her eyes eventually settling on Aurelio as he calmed down Kimble and then once again started talking to her. The rabbit-girl blinked a bit at the mention that Kimble used to be a cat-girl… She also looked a bit confused by the multiple hims, but she’d seen Duplication powers before, so…
‘Ah…!’ Dorothy made a noise as Aurelio held up the White Coin, the rabbit-girl gasping a bit on the distance, feeling its power even from over here. ‘It’s… it’s the real deal…’ she muttered, breathing a bit in excitement as Aurelio finished her explanation. The rabbit swallowed.
‘The quicker the better. I don’t like Beacon, but if it means losing my current form… er, I won’t have to hunt other Monster Girls, will I…?’ Dorothy shook her head. ‘N-nevermind that! I… I take the first option. Bring it to me… please,’ Dorothy requested, sitting there all tense and ready to attempt to escape at any moment’s notice.
With that, and with Kimble hopefully standing by, Dorothy waited with bated breath as Aurelio had his clone collect the coin and start moving over the short distance over towards the rabbit-girl…
‘Oooh… It’s really happening…’ Dorothy said, lifting her hand to accept the coin. ‘I never thought… that just by asking… I could finally be free from-’
The first warning Aurelio got was his Awareness picking up on something rumbling underground. His second warning was, perhaps, sensing the emotions of someone exceedingly, exceptionally Excited, coming from underground.
A magical charge went off underground, and suddenly part of Penrose Garden was covered by an orange magical barrier, a dome showing up above the heads of Aurelio, Dorothy and Kimble, locking them in with decent room for them to be locked in even if they’d made a daring escape somehow.
Then, suddenly vines shot out of the ground, each of the vines holding a rocky item of some sort. One was right by Dorothy and clone-Aurelio. Two was by Kimble (and other clone-Aurelio). Two was by real Aurelio. Five in total.
Three went off, one at each area. They sent a dizzying pulse of energy that gripped at the conscience of those hit by it, magically inducing them to fall asleep, depending on their vitality and resistance to magic. Given ShineSpark, Aurelio and Kimble would probably be moderately immune. However, Dorothy collapsed unconscious as soon as the wave hit her as the waves went through her mentally unshielded body, unless somehow protected.
The two remaining by Aurelio and Kimble then went off. The wood carrying them shaped as to only blast the contents in the rough direction of the two. The contents were a large amount of grey, sticky half-fluid that were launched at respective individuals at the speed of a detonated grenade, seeking to impact or cover the individuals in question. The moment it hit something, it’d stick like a powerful adhesive, harden into rock at a blinding rate and become exceptionally heavy, intended to seal them in place and stop them from interfering. It wasn’t something they couldn’t break through eventually, but would they break through quick enough? If blocked by a magical wall, then the fluid would harden into an actual actual wall at the place it was blocked, which would also block their ability to interfere with what happened next.
With a burst of earth flying out of the sites of their emergences, three individuals broke through the ground, propelled by wooden torpedoes that dug them out of it and promptly cracked open upon reaching the surface.
They were but shades. Vague outlines of people that were disguised behind a dose of magic to avoid identification. Still, each of them had a very specific mission in mind.
One of them had giant clawed hands and a shower of metal floating about her, she stopped between the action and Aurelio. She was going to keep a close eye on him, and fire metal shards if he tried to get close.
The one with a mess of something sticking all over her stopped between Kimble and the action. She held forth her hand and a forest of vines sprung up from the ground to capture Kimble, or at the very least hold her on a range until they were done.
The last was a blur, blasting off at ridiculous speed towards the Aurelio clone with the White Coin, wherever it was right now. She had but one goal; recover the White Coin. She’d unleash a Barrage of brutal, merciless punches if the clone still held it, and if it was otherwise dropped she’d bolt with immense speed to catch it, aided by Awareness.
Outside the barrier, things crawled out of the ground. Tree-monsters, growing to large sizes as the minions of the Wood-specialized girl set themselves up as a barricade facing outwards around the barrier placed themselves to be in the way in case of outside reinforcements. They were not as strong as their ogre-sizes would imply, but they were intimidating, and sure to cause any reinforcements to think twice. Not that it entirely mattered, because the timing of this assault meant there were few reinforcements to be had, everyone busy in other directions.
What answer did Aurelio and Kimble have to this attack?
If you’re willing to just let them go with the White Coin without struggle, that is.
After the center physical combatant had collected the White Coin while any attackers were held off, she’d turn and poke at metal-powers, who’d nod and look at Aurelio.
‘Don’t be too hard on Dorothy, she didn’t know~!’ she said with what definitely wasn’t her real voice.
Then, what could be easily recognized as Overcity Shift happened on a short-range basis, sending the three shades into the Overcity. They left an Overcity Entrance behind, but you can bet they were bolting on the other side. Shortly after, the barrier surrounding them faded out of existence, as it was a strong short-time-period barrier only, and the wooden minions broke apart and vanished as their jobs had been accomplished. The artifacts they used crumbled to sand, leaving little trace of that they’d existed. With that, the attackers were gone.
…
Just a suggestion, really. XD
From the other perspective…
‘It’s… it’s the real deal…’
‘That’s the signal! And he’s bringing the coin over with a clone! This almost literally couldn’t go better! Get ready!’
‘Alright,’ Freya said, looking towards the two others in their dug-out underground cavern. The furred lamia with red eyes looked at the eyepatched girl with metal limbs and her wooden, tree-monster companion. ‘You know what to do,’ she said.
‘We blow up bombs, then I keep my Third Eye on Aurelio, Esther holds off Kimble, and you obtain the White Coin, then I Overcity Shift us for the getaway. Deal!’ Jelena summarized happily. They’d previously been told it was just Aurelio and Kimble.
‘…’ Esther merely looked on silently, the tree-monster’s gaze practically dead.
‘Just don’t hurt Dorothy,’ Freya said. ‘She’s played her role well since Ronja collected her, no need to aggravate her fate further with injuries. Mistress Mariette likes rabbits, after all, so better not draw her ire.’
‘Will avoid, ma’am!’ Jelena called happily, saluting with giant metal hand. ‘…’ Esther did not. Regardless, Freya took it as acknowledgement.
‘Alright, gems first!’ Freya said, and the three of them picked their gems. It was the same gems Mariette had obtained from the trade with Shion prior, able to be filled with magic of other specializations and then used. And so, the three of them clasped their hands on the gems and activated their Illusion-magic. Their forms changed, disguised, dark. Now, one could still see the magic they used, but their forms themselves were secluded.
‘Esther, barrier and bombs!’ Freya then commanded of Esther, and…
Esther had numerous of her wooden vines enclosed on rocky objects. They were traps created by their resident trap-master, the “Artificer”, Taihei. First, Esther shot up the barrier-artifact with her vines, which activated below ground, sealing the area around both the individuals on the ground and those hiding beneath it. Then, she shot up the Sleep Pulse Grenades and the sticky grenades with no better name. They did have more of them, but it turned out only two potential threats appeared. With Absolute Direction and guidance from the cyan voice, Esther knew exactly where to make the bombs break out to then detonate.
‘And now, US!’ Freya called, preparing her claws.
‘Let’s gooooooooooooooo~!’ Jelena called, so excessively excited.
‘…’ Esther wordlessly obliged, sealing the three of them inside wooden torpedoes that launched up to the surface. She sent Freya directly at the White Coin, she sent herself between the White Coin and Kimble, and she sent Jelena between the White Coin and Aurelio. Then, it was simply a matter of breaching the surface while Esther called out her minions to surround the barrier, and the event was underway.
In a room with computers somewhere, a girl tapped a specific button.
‘The operation is underway, Mariette. So far so good.’
… And that’s when she got word from a different audio-speaker that something else was off.
‘… Also, Eli’s in trouble! Vi started singing, and-’
Grrr.
Mariette had previously accepted a snack from Amaryllis after having looked curiously at the magic that she’d prepared on the east side of the warehouse before closing said portal. She tasted the thing while watching Fabio traverse the insides of the warehouse, hearing some valuable intel, and then triggering a trap. This, almost simultaneously as Mariette got a very irritating report through the tiny communicator she’d put in her ear previously today, perhaps should have mentioned that in case Nuncio has super-cat-hearing or something.
She threw a portal open, a gate for Nuncio and Amaryllis to head through to rescue Fabio and attack if they so decided.
‘Go! I’ll be right behind!’ Mariette spun towards the party warehouse, grabbing her hand-mirror weapon and directing it towards it. ‘I just need to save Eli first…!’
She had got the report that Justine was there before, but it hadn’t sounded like she needed to save her quite yet. Now, however, when Eli would be on the brink of going insane? A completely different story…!
‘Hmpf. Such a meeting can be easily arranged. Go stand still on a rooftop somewhere, we’ll see you,’ Eli replied, a bit more confident now with a guard.
Then Dolly showed up out of nowhere. Huh. Eli didn’t know what to make of it. Then… Veronica enacted her plan, however that went, but Eli staggered back. No time to remain, she had to get out of here…!
… Then Vi showed up, and Eli had to turn to look for at least a bit. Was the war starting? Where they announcing their crusade on Beacon? What would happen? Eli was somewhat excited to find out, it’s what she was there for, after all…
She didn’t predict that. She didn’t predict that at all.
Listening to Vi’s music… it wasn’t even to her taste, and yet… ‘Urk,’ Eli fell onto her knees, which were partially dissolving. She was shaking so hard, tiny form on the floor. So… so hungry. Anyone touched by her slime-body would feel the fluid cells she was composed of trying to digest them at this point. Everyone looked so delicious… Eli dissolved her eyes, not wanting to be tempted. Yet, her body sensed them… basically walking pieces of nutrients… It was usually kept at bay by Mariette feeding her regularly, yet… Why was this? Numerous brawls were heard, darkness covered the room, she felt the scent of fire…
H-hadn’t Cindy said they’d declare war? Why was this descending into a mad party were allies were going to die, then? Was this a trap? Was this actually done by someone who wanted monsters to kill one another, or was this actually Vi’s idea of a good time? So… hungry… it was all Eli could do to just remain in place and have the overall shape of a human body slowly break apart as her monster-instincts were trying to take over…
And then, unless someone else had interrupted or there’s some magic-repelling that she didn’t know about, Mariette located Eli using Absolute Direction and a portal opened beneath her, intent on swiftly letting Eli fall through the portal to right in front of Mariette before closing it again in a hurry, which would be quickly followed up with retrieving meat from her Hammerspace Handbag to feed to Eli with.
‘Okay! Let’s go!’ Ronin called as it seemed they were going. She hurried after Cindy through the secret passage towards Penrose Park, enhancing her body to run faster with Reinforcement magic and keeping an eye on her companions.
Somewhere else. In a completely different world, unconcerned with what was happening at the rave, a woman was alone with her boredom…
…
… Oh?
Something was going on outside.
Someone… was visiting.
A… spirit mage?
… Interesting…
…
… Let’s tease her a bit…
Poly waddled through the vent without issue, waddling forward and dropping down the vent with no traps going off. The ball then waddled left towards the back of the painting that blocked the entrance to the room. Since nothing else was happening, the corpse-doll reached to grab the painting-
A powerful magical energy suddenly swept the area, pouring out from the mirror and reaching beyond the room itself all the way off to where Myria herself was standing. There was a very sudden change in what the spirits told her, their movements suddenly more erratic and what they told more focused.
In the room, there was an obsidian mirror, a portal to another world… and magical energy was slowly flowing into it, so slowly that it wasn’t even noticeable. Energy being gently guided through, and also catching some spirits that were wandering too closely. Through the portal, was… darkness. An unimaginable darkness, undescribable by the words of the spirits, their voices fearful. And, in front of said darkness stood a woman, idling, humming. She turned her head, looking curiously out through the mirror, and Myria somehow felt herself being watched, despite hearing all this only through the voices of the spirits. The woman smiled, a sweet little motherly smile, and reached forward with her right hand-
and Myria felt a chilling, ice-cold hand gently caress her left cheek from far too far away.
After having caressed a bit, she reached forward her left hand and gave something back to Myria. It was the spirit hand she’d put in Poly… and all the fingers on the hand were broken.
d o n o tv i s i t u s a g a i n or y o uwill b e d e s t r o y ed
And with that, the figure smiled so kindly at her before she faded away.
It was a nice day in the Penrose city park, middle of the day. Trees stood around, birds chirped and people went on their way. A gentle breeze blew past, pulling at the long brown hair of the young girl sitting at the bench. The girl was eleven years old, wearing glasses, a blue shirt and white skirt, and held a peaceful expression sitting on the chair. Numerous birds landed near her, and she calmly strew some seeds for them to eat. A stray cat had jumped up on the bench and sat down in contact with her side. Yeah. Like this… like this it was peaceful, a gentle day in nature, as she liked it. She liked this place.
Esther Lassen decided this park belonged to her.
… A relatively loud machine buzzed somewhere to her left, disturbing her peace. Esther turned her head to look in the direction. Someone in yellow with a tiny saw-machine was trimming the hedges of the park, to make them look nice. It was his job. Esther only saw someone harming the plants that she had taken under her protection.
She gently stood, to not disturb the cat which had lied down next to her. Vines had overtaken the bench where she sat. Esther wandered with calm yet firm steps along the road that would take her next to the man with the machine, leaving the birds behind. Seen by no audience, flowers and vines sprouted beneath where her feet had placed themselves, spreading to overtake the road which man had spent effort to make comfortable for humans to wander.
She passed behind him. He didn’t notice. His time was up. Esther gathered her power, and-
‘Esther! Stop!’
The javelin of wood in her hand did not launch. The man with the saw had not heard due to the earmuffs he wore as he operated the saw. Esther dropped the javelin, knowing how being seen with it would not be optimal, and some vines dragged it into the foliage beside the road. She turned to look at the one who spoke. A short, seven-and-a-half year old black haired girl, in school uniform and wearing glasses, looking at Esther with a determined but alarmed expression.
Elizabeth Walton. The surviving “Darkness Harpy”. Eli.
‘Don’t kill. We don’t need an incident. Stay calm. We will contact you when we need your help. Until then, manage. You don’t need Asengav punishing you.’
That would indeed be troublesome. Esther stood still, resigning herself to being unhappy, unable to protect her park.
‘C’mon, we need you at the meeting. Even if you’re not going to say anything, it’s still good that you have at least heard what we’ve said. Because you ARE listening. … Right?’
Talking was unnecessary. Esther had understood. She remembered the place of the meeting, and turned to walk, a bird landing on her shoulder as she walked and the cat trailed after her as well. Esther walked on, leaving Eli behind. Eli breathed out, a potential crisis averted.
‘I’ll… take that as a “yes”?’ she tried, letting herself have a little smile at her own joke. But honestly, talking to Esther was awfully similar to talking to a tree. You’re not going to get a reply. Eli took out a phone and called the relevant number.
Basil searched for a bit and didn’t find a lot, then Cyril showed up and made way too much noise for the possibility of finding a rare Pokémon, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you in a bit.
So, Aster had this little adventure, which ended with…
He hid in the bushes, preparing for whatever fwee heist he might possibly be planning, when he heard the slightest bit of a happy little humming. If he then looked over, to the other side of the bush… there was a large gathering of stones gathered from across the park. Small, round stones gathered in a pile, with the happy gatherer looking at each in turn with a happy smile before picking out her favorite and sticking it in her “pants”. She looked utterly delighted.
Then the creature turned and happened to look directly at Aster. She tilted her whole body a bit and inspected him.
‘Happiny?’
Oh, and, Cecil noticed something was going on in that bush over there and is authorized to peek.
What will Aster do?
What will Cecil do?
What are the boys doing?
1. Pokémon School Park. There’s a small park of grass in here. What kind of Pokémon might be in it? 2. Talk. Plenty of students and teachers. This is a wellspring of knowledge, someone must know something. 3. Challenge. Work your way up the leaderboard! Specify the level of opponent. 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. Study. You want to know something? Feel free to learn about it here! 6.1. Pokémon Habitats. Learn where you might find a specific kind of Pokémon! 6.2. Isson Geography. Learn more about the different places in Isson! 6.3. Names to Remember. Learn about Gym Leaders, Elite Four, or the like! 6.4. Local Legends. Learn about different tales from around Isson! 6.5. Pokémon Breeding. That’s also a subject. 6.6. Battling Basics. You likely know them already. 6.7. Specify. Tell what you want to learn and we’ll see if we have a course!
Connected areas: Pureplain City. All around, of course.
So, behind the tree that the man had gone past there was a section without vegetation, with a bunch of panels on the ground. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and there were no human witnesses to claim anything strange was going on here.
There was a Pokémon, however.
Pokédex Entry #290 – Nincada, the Trainee Pokémon. It is usually found underground, using its antennae to sense its surroundings. It gains nourishment my tapping into the roots of trees with its claws as it await evolution. Nincadas are nearly blind, and avoid sunlight due to inability to withstand it.
Nincada sat in the grass next to the tree, absently tapping at the roots of it, when Ralia and Claire came over. It abscently pointed towards one of the panels.
‘Nincada…’
Translation for Ralia!
‘Yeah, he went down this panel… can be lifted… ladder, under… not very nice to tap into…’
Should the panel be moved by someone, they’d find a ladder going straight down into some sort of building. The walls were concrete, the smell exceedingly stiff. There were some unruly noises from below, probably from the guy that just entered. What was going on down here? Well. Only one way to find out… if they felt like investigating, that is.
Raremine Town is a moderately large, bright town on the edge of the only desert in Isson. By some twist, the largest mineral deposits in the land is located right under the desert, making it an attractive place to build mines. From that, Raremine Town naturally sprung into being as a merchant town on the edge of habitability from where the mineral could then be delivered to the rest of Isson. The temperature is hot, sun blazing down on this land where plains slowly become desert, the atmosphere dry and unfriendly… yet, life and trees blossoms among the buildings of Raremine Town.
The ground is still the grass from the Vast Plains, with buildings on top of them. The modern houses stand tall with plenty of architectural skill put into them, tools for building and living sold inside the houses. Everywhere, one can see workers walking about, but they’re happy workers, with their families living close at hand in the town and with the finest equipment available. Oh, and of course, plenty of Pokémon that assist with the finding of ores and such! The trees, which appear to have been planted and grown all over town by the residents themselves, gives plenty of homes for local Pokémon to live.
Overall, it’s busy, with people walking and talking all over, an active town indeed.
1. Find Pokémon. Can still search for Pokémon in cities~ 2. Talk. In cities, there are considerably more people one can talk to. Talking can give you info on local rumors and such. 3. Exit. Exit the town to any of the connected areas. 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 Places. Visit any of the places in the city! 6.1. Pokémon Center. Heal all your Pokémon. 6.2. PokéMart. Go to a store and buy things. 6.3. Pokémon Gym. ??? 6.4. Desert Miner’s Hangout. The workers of the Desert Mine live around here. They can give tips about the desert! 6.5. Research Lab. For archaeologists, those who want to talk to Dunstan and those who want to resurrect fossils. 6.6. Stone Store. Where all the stones of the Desert Mines or Frozen Cave eventually end up! Lots of evolutionary and other kinds of stones! 6.7. Bug Garden. A garden within which bugs thrive. Vivillons can be hired here for tracking down the Mythic Oasis! 6.8. Warehouses. Because the things they mine here needs somewhere to be stored. This includes Ancient Pokémon, apparently, as some of the warehouses are pens.
Connected areas: Route 6. The Vast Plains open up to the north of Raremine. The shorter paths lead to Route 8 and 16, while west far enough leads to Lakewatch Town. Route 7. The single rocky desert of Isson, it connects to the Desert Mines, the Old Tombs and to the Mythic Oasis.
‘Wh-what?’ Vivia asked momentarily, her voice cracking as Skylar grabbed her wrist and starting to walk. She had to be very careful where she put her feet, and Skylar probably accidentally stumbled a couple of times too, but they were starting to move as they wandered further into the repulsing darkness. Each step still tried to tell them it was a bad idea, that home behind them was a much brighter and happier place and the only thing that awaited before them was misery. Yet, still, Skylar braved the darkness, and Vivia…
‘Y-’ A pause. ‘Y-yeah, I get it already! We just need to… I’ll do it!’ she said, and gripped him right back, her expression a grimace. ‘I’ll prove I can do it! Let’s go!’
And so, the two of them forced their way forward through the lengthy passage, and with each step the doubts and hesitation grew stronger… yet they had already decided, they’d do this.
Eventually, finally, they broke free.
The attacks stopped, they were free from the intrusive thoughts. They could stumble up a couple moderately corroded steps, and they came up into a new room…
It was a simple, empty room, surrounded by a slight channel of water. Except for the entrance, there were two exits, both somewhat to the left of where they came in. One immediately to the left, and one a bit further.
‘W-we made it…’ Vivia sighed out, hanging her head and sighing out a bit. ‘Thank you, Skylar. I don’t think I’d… have managed… huh?’ Vivia said, before looking towards something in the center of the room.
Where she was looking, in the center of the otherwise empty room, was a pedestal. On said pedestal, was a stone plate. A stone plate of red, or perhaps wine-coloured effect. Skylar felt himself urged to pick it up. Vivia gave him a curious look.
There was an inscription on it, which read…
"When the universe was created, its shards became this Plate."
Skylar obtained Draco Plate!
… And then there was a crack, which sounded from deep under them.
Then… there was the sound of water flowing, from underwater. The water level was starting to slowly rise in the channels around what they stood on. It was not showing any signs of stopping, and soon enough it would seep over and make their feet wet. This was not caused by them taking the plate, as such placing it back would do nothing.
They somehow knew that, if they turned back, they’d be able to get back safely.
‘Oh, no,’ Vivia simply sounded out, looking towards the two routes. ‘There’s two paths out, one left and one right, but both turn left after a while, seems to head the same direction…? Not much to distinguish them otherwise…!’ Vivia called. Notably, she didn’t immediately suggest turning back.
What would Skylar do now?
Blue dot - Entrance. Pink dot - Eryn, if she followed Oaken. You don’t know this. Dark green dot - Oaken. You don’t know this. Purple dot - Skylar. Cyan dot - Vivia. Red dot - Claydol.
Sure, the items could have been left with Wilhelm, no problem.
‘Yeah. When it gets to the center, hide, and I’ll make it target the wall. Let’s go,’ Oaken told, nodding as he took cover, waiting for the Claydol to be lured over. Eryn took off, putting herself in danger for the sake of getting further into this dungeon.
She called out to Claydol as the floating robot appeared, and… and it quickly lifted its arms and glared with an ominous noise coming for it as Psybeam charged. Now, Oaken perhaps was accurate in how long it needed to fire, but it sure FELT like less, yet Eryn was able to dodge. One thing she quickly learned was that Claydol fired even if it lost sight of its target, as it fired on the things she hid behind, causing pulses of force to shake her a bit from impact-force despite them not actually hitting her.
She called out, and Claydol gave an irritated beep as it floated after her, as she zig-zagged away from the range of the Psybeams it fired. Finally, after numerous longer turns and hiding behind the pipe as Claydol floated to the middle of the room and fired a Psybeam right at the pipe, which sounded almost like it cracked beside her…
‘Hey! Pathetic excuse for a defense system! Where are you aiming!?’
Oaken called from over there, and Claydol quickly beeped and turned to aim its arms at him. The boy winced before he jumped out of the way just in time, as a powerful beam was fired from Claydol right at him. Oaken precisely got out of the way, right behind him the beam of psychic power impacted the cracked wall, and-!
There was a thunderous crack as the wall collapsed, breaking apart at the floor and revealing a new path!
Claydol froze in the middle of the room, as if realizing it had just been used. It floated there for a couple of inactive seconds… and then it turned eastwards, just slowly drifting away and off into the corridor…
‘… Well done, Eryn,’ Oaken said as he stood up where he was, adjusting his glasses. ‘It appears the way is open, and interpret that as the Claydol acknowledging our success. Shall we go?’ he asked, as he began wandering without further ado.
Here’s a moment for Eryn to potentially say anything to Oaken, as he wandered northwards up through the corridor. This corridor was decently tight, but still with random extrusions from the ground and pipes and who knows what else along the walls and otherwise as they moved through. If she does, I’ll have Oaken respond in the next post. The corridor turned west, and…
The next room they arrived to was partially surrounded by water, a small island with fallen moss-covered towers, with bridges out over the water to paths in all four directions. To the left, back south, were another gang of Beheeyem guarding the way. They were guarding the way to the same room as the previous gang of Beheeyem…
‘Tsk. They really don’t want us going that way,’ Oaken commented. To the right, northwards, stood a…
‘Mime?’
Pokédex Entry #122 – Mr. Mime, the Barrier Pokémon. A master pantomime, it practices constantly. It generates a mystic force from its fingers, creating an actual invisible wall by stopping air-molecules. Should it be disturbed during its act, it slaps with its broad, powerful palms. It enjoys conning people.
A Mr. Mime stood right in the way, on top of the bridge to the north. It looked towards them with a bit of confusion.
And straight forward… was a darker path. It wasn’t properly lit like the rest of the place somehow was. It was sort of unpleasant to look in that direction. Hurt even worse to consider going in that direction. However, notably, it was a slope that led upwards, higher.
Oaken wandered over the bridge on the side they’d entered, looking around in the three directions.
‘Hm, suppose the way is-’ Oaken started, when suddenly there came a loud crack from somewhere beneath the island, just as one of them took a step onto the island in the center. Oaken froze in place, frowning, gazing around him all alert. Mr. Mime looked somewhat panicked, flailing its arms a bit over there.
Then… there was the sound of water flowing, from underwater. The water level was starting to slowly rise. It was not showing any signs of stopping, and soon enough it would seep over and make their feet wet.
They somehow knew that, if they turned back, they’d be able to get back safely.
‘… Drat,’ Oaken said, looking around in annoyance. ‘Fleeing may be the only way to assure safety… but no, this is a trial…!’
Still, his second of hesitation muttering that to himself meant that perhaps Eryn would be first to act?
Blue dot - Entrance. Pink dot - Eryn, if she followed Oaken. Dark green dot - Oaken. Purple dot - Skylar. You don’t know this. Cyan dot - Vivia. You don’t know this. Red dot - Claydol.
‘I am a burning, brimming pillar of excitement! My determination and eagerness are transcendent, and my motivation crystal-clear! Jealous Buddhists would erect monuments to the utter harmony and enlightenment of my resolute mind! I'm fired up, and ready to go!’ Ronin grinned so widely at Reaver as she started talking before he'd even finished that third statement. She was absolutely still riding the positive rush from Veronica's unexpected rescue.
‘… Very well. I’ll be partly ready to send you elsewhere,’ Mariette said, opening a portal for Amaryllis that went to the east of Warehouse q. So Amaryllis had found documentation about the same warehouse. She looked to what Nuncio was saying, ignoring the threat in case she was a Mint agent. She was not, but it wasn’t as if she had the means to prove so.
‘It does strike me as likely that they may have magical protections in place, in which case a cat inside the warehouse could be an oddity. Regardless, I will stick around you, so that you may inform me where a portal might be opened safely,’ Mariette said, keeping close to Nuncio, and otherwise ready to portal wherever to get them closer.
This operation had the potential to get dicy. Still, let’s do this while everyone else was distracted. Mariette kept a close eye on everything she could.
Dorothy dodged and weaved and spun, dodging Kimble’s attacks so swiftly that occasionally she was running on the walls of the buildings without any seeming repercussions. She dodged over cars, behind busses, past corners many, many times, trying to lose the wind-cat as this supernatural cat-and-bunny chase kept going further and further, leaving a trail of cut cars, streets, pieces of building and torn up asphalt along the way. All the while Dorothy was crying out in remote panic as she dodged wind-blasts and absolutely would not stop for Kimble.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this was a mistaaaaaaaaake-!’ Dorothy cried out, yet still sought her way to Penrose Gardens, where she hoped to hide. She arrived towards the park… and found Aurelio seated at a bench at said park. Dorothy’s eyes widened and she momentarily froze up, mid-escape.
‘Wh-wha- how did you get here before--!?’
And that pause was what Kimble needed to catch Dorothy’s foot with the boomerang-wind, causing the still-in-mid-escape-speed rabbit-girl to stumble and cry out a bit of ‘nooooooooooooooo’ as she rolled and tumbled down in front of Aurelio, crashing down face-first.
Dorothy would as quickly as possibly try to get on her feet and try to jump away. As far as she knew, Kimble and Aurelio had simply tricked her and now surrounded her to take her out. Still, maybe Aurelio would be able to clear the situation up now. Maybe.
‘Handkerchief-’ Ronin blinked in surprise. Partly because, woah, Cindy 100% just assumed command of her, huh. Other part because, where the heck would she even find a handkerchief here!? Aren’t those primarily for fancy dinners and stuff!? … She quickly stole some paper from behind the desk and placed them by Reaver before retreating back to Tetrad.
‘Guess there isn’t really drinking laws for Magical Girls, hahaha!’ Ronin was just gonna laugh at that little thing from Tetrad. ‘Noted. Still gonna stay around~!’ In reply to not discussing objectives openly. Then there was the thing about watching Reaver… ‘Already on it~!’
Then the, uh, “assassination attempt” happened. Ronin looked on with raised eyebrows. Yeah, all that which Tetrad said.
‘Did she really intend to kill you in the midst of a party, where you’re guarded by all your closest companions, and then intend to escape alive? Yeah, no, something feels off, here. Beacon doesn’t really use assassins, they use targeted strike forces that try to keep everyone alive while killing the foe. It’s the Puchuu and the Mint that see their girls as expendable, not Beacon…’ Ronin said, perhaps using information from her former life rather than her current one.
That’s when it sort of clicked that Cindy wanted to head out… with Ronin. ‘Wait, huh? Me?’ What the heck had Ronin done to deserve to head out on a secret mission with Cindy!? … WELL, OKAY, THAT WAS CONVENIENT FOR THE JOB! … But that’s also when Deni suddenly felt that Eli was in danger. Ronin turned her head, looking out into the crowd at Eli’s exact position, and realized who was heading after her. Justine. That was bad. Deni heard all that which Veronica was saying, but there was no way she could prioritize the mission over Eli’s safety. Oooh, she was gonna piss off Cindy, Veronica AND Justine in one fell swoop. That was roughly the holy trifecta of people Deni didn’t want to piss off right now…
And that’s when Veronica said she’d protect Eli for her. The wave of relief within Deni was palpable.
V, you’re a godsend and I love you.
‘Alright! I’m ready to go if we’re going!’ Ronin said with a grin, putting one hand on her sword to show how ready and excited she was. … There was a side of her that wasn’t entirely happy that she’d have to go on a mission that’d DEFINITELY put her in Beacon’s bad books… but guess she wasn’t exactly in a position to say no, now, was she? At the very least this put her in the middle of things where she might be able to make a difference…!
Eli was already making her way away from Justine when Justine started moving towards her. Except, there really wasn’t all that easy to hide from someone moving towards you with such determination when at a party. She was panicking within. Eli was NOT outfitted to deal with the likes of Justine…!
She could scream. Yeah, that should get everyone’s attention. That’d make it hard for Justine to kill her. Yeah. She’d scream. She was gonna scream…!
And then, an unlikely heroine dropped in, showing up to look at Justine over Eli. Wait, this was… V-Veronica!? Honestly, Eli didn’t know all that much about her, just the reports that had been given through their observations across Penrose, but it was one of the people at the top of the list to be aware of and keep an eye on…!
‘…!’ Eli let Veronica step through her, sliding around to get behind the girl and let the supposed vampires face off. Still, she had to…! ‘Wh-what are you doing back in Penrose…!?’ Eli asked, her voice agitated, peeking out from behind Veronica. Not a shield she’d ever have thought she’d be using, but it was certainly one she was happy to have right about now…!
The corpse-doll searched the step, and found that it was decently easily movable. It needed to be turned, pushed down, and then turned again, and then lifted up out of the step like a lever, then pulled with some extra force. With the step lifted, something sounded within the walls, and a piece of wall slid out of place to reveal a vent. It was in the top-right corner, looking like a regular vent, nothing even looked out of place or magical even with this wall moved out of the way. However, the spirits told that the way was through here. Myria would perhaps find that the entrance to the vent was loose, it was easy to detach and start climbing inside…
It was tight. Designed so that only children… or perhaps a person not consisting of flesh and blood would be able to press themselves through the vent. The vent went forward a bit, then dove straight downwards. After having gone down numerous meters, it turned left, and there it hit the room. A painting was placed over the entrance, so from the inside it had to look like the room had no exits. No exits except the mirror itself. Other than that, there was the carpet, other paintings, and of course the mirror itself standing at support.
The way in had been revealed. No traps had been seemingly sprung yet.
‘Eh… Well, of course it would be that direction…’ Vivia sounded a bit unconvinced at first, but eventually nodded and got ahead of him to guide the way. ‘Alright. Let’s just… let’s just do this.’
And so, they headed on. The path went into the darkness, and the ground was considerably uneven. ‘There’s a step. Let’s keep to the left here, there’s some strange contraption on the right. Here’s an indent, let’s step over it…’ Vivia had to explain a bunch of such things, as they walked forward, to the left, and then the path started leaning somewhat downwards. As they kept walking, it grew more and more difficult to get past things, and…
This path. It grew worse. A chilling pressure came from the long hallway, warning that with each step they took, it grew less and less pleased. Thoughts came unbidden to Skylar’s mind. Sentences or worries that perhaps would never normally occur to him, yet they did so here. Ideas like…
If I don’t turn back now, things will never be the same again. Am I truly prepared to take on what awaits at the end? I am putting Vivia in danger by making her come along. Shouldn’t I go back and continue aiming for becoming the best bird-trainer? There are no birds in here. I don’t get anything I want from this. Mesprit didn’t say anything about this. I’m not ready.
… And thoughts along the like, poking at his mind to see what he reacts to, and should any hit harder than others… the thoughts would start focusing on those.
Regardless of how well Skylar was handling it… Vivia eventually came to a full stop in front of him. The girl was shaking a little, having a bit of trouble putting the next foot in front of the other, eyes sort of wide, breathing slightly more rapidly.
However… JoJo was unaffected, past feeling the presence and the effect of knowing what was happening to his trainer and Vivia. But, should he decide to do something… I must not interfere. … Would be the one unbidden thought that occurred to him.
‘Hm?’ the woman looked over, as Basil asked what exactly the rare Pokémon was. ‘Oh, it’s a small, pink baby-Pokémon,’ she said, before giving him a bit of a smile. ‘We don’t tend to tell people what we’re releasing in the park, it’s for them to find out. The thing you just heard called out was a rumor from someone claiming that they saw it. Now, of course, sometimes we give hints in the shape of telling some students “hints” that develop into rumors. It’s to encourage young to-be trainers to go out and explore on their own. How about you? Will you go explore?’ she asked, looking at him with a kind, teacher-like attitude.
1. Pokémon School Park. There’s a small park of grass in here. What kind of Pokémon might be in it? 2. Talk. Plenty of students and teachers. This is a wellspring of knowledge, someone must know something. 3. Challenge. Work your way up the leaderboard! Specify the level of opponent. 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. Study. You want to know something? Feel free to learn about it here! 6.1. Pokémon Habitats. Learn where you might find a specific kind of Pokémon! 6.2. Isson Geography. Learn more about the different places in Isson! 6.3. Names to Remember. Learn about Gym Leaders, Elite Four, or the like! 6.4. Local Legends. Learn about different tales from around Isson! 6.5. Pokémon Breeding. That’s also a subject. 6.6. Battling Basics. You likely know them already. 6.7. Specify. Tell what you want to learn and we’ll see if we have a course!
Connected areas: Pureplain City. All around, of course.
Zachery raised his eyebrows a bit as Amelia made her little speech about business practices and such… and Elma frowned at that last little potential accusement.
‘Watch your tongue, little girl. I won’t stand for you insulting our captain by associating him with such scum,’ Elma said, glaring at her.
‘Now, now, she’s just talking business, but she sure knows a lot about such for someone so young, heh,’ Mila said on her side, not actually looking at any of those talking but at the ghosts by Amelia instead.
‘Hahaha! She has a bit of a point, however,’ Zachery said, grossing his arms a bit. ‘Doesn’t matter if it’s legal or not, we’re pirates! That aside! Here’s how we’ll do. Lesse… how does this work…’ Zachery said, pulling a phone, because that’s just useful to have, as he then maneuvered into the net and getting a list, and…
‘Here you go!’ Zachery handed over the phone, and he’d just searched a list of all Pokémon native to Alola, sorted by type, stopped at the ghost-type segment, and left a tab doing the same for Galar. ‘2,000 is for the common unevolved ones, like Galarian Corsola, Sinistea or Sandygast. 4,000 would be for rarer kinds, like Oricorio or Mimikyu. Finally, 6,000 are for fully evolved or very rare, like Alolan Marowak or Dreepy. … Still, I don’t think I’ll sell you the evolved forms unless you show you’re at their level. When you've picked one, I'll bring you it, and then you can confirm if you're happy with the transaction or if I should go get another one. How about it?’ Zachery said. So, like. How about it?
To note is that Zachery does not have legendaries.
The phone may or may not have cracked software. Don’t underestimate Mila’s technological prowess.
Pureplain City is placed on the south-west brink of Isson, with the town facing the water and spreading quite far. The further in-town you go, the higher the buildings become, but the suburbs spread quite far. In terms of sheer landmass, it might even compete with Worldedge City, although maybe not in height. Life passes normally within this city. Children grow up alongside their parents in houses in the long, friendly streets. Jobs come from the depths of the town in the taller buildings. Schools grow from the reasonably high amount of children in need of tuition. And of course, there are lots of Pokémon.
In Pureplain City, human and Pokémon work together. Be it for manual labour or just for company, Pureplain houses often contain at least one household Pokémon and there are many Trainer's Schools around the city have always been plentifully attended, not counting the recent drop of embarking trainers due to the Team Wars. In addition, Pureplain Harbor is known as the “Gateway of Isson”, as that’s where all the ferries from outside the region dock, giving life to quite the marketplace. A common attraction of the city is the Super Contest stage, but other than that, Pureplain remains what it has always been. Pure and plain.
1. Find Pokémon. Can still search for Pokémon in towns~ 2. Talk. In cities, there are considerably more people one can talk to. Specify what kind you’re looking for. 3. Exit. Exit the town to any of the connected areas. 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. Visit any of the facilities of the city! 6.1. Pokémon Center. Heal all your Pokémon. 6.2. PokéMart. Go to a store and buy things. 6.3. Gym. Dorian’s Normal-type Gym, Major League 6.4. Super Contests. Rank 2 / 4. Where hopefuls become idols! 6.5. Trainer’s School. Where young trainers study to become better. Has a little park of wild Pokémon. 6.6. Kalmia’s Lab. You know you’re always welcome. 6.7. Pureplain Harbor. Known as the Gateway of Isson, it has a marketplace and ferries to places. 6.8. Pureplain Airport. The Gateway of Isson also has a way to dock your flying ships, apparently! 7. Familiar Faces. Cyril, Basil, Kalmia, Ryu, Jacques, Tim & Tom…
Connected areas: Route 1. Easier path, just follow the bigger road. Route 2. Walk through quite an amount of suburbs until you eventually reach the path. Sea. There’s water, alright. Can take you anywhere you want to go, assuming you have means to traverse it.
'…' Oaken was quiet for a bit as he still frowned and watched Eryn talking a bunch, winced a bit when she slapped his shoulder, grinner and spoke encouragement. His frown slowly lifted, then he sighed a bit. 'I must admit that I am not too thrilled about putting you in danger when I could do this myself, but I suppose this is bigger than both of us and I could possibly need a hand, since you’re here already. With no idea what you’re getting into. Okay. Thank you,' he said, looking over towards the east exit of the room.
'No need to lure one, from analyzing their patrols I know one will arrive from that corridor in around three minutes. The tunnel you followed loops back to this room, you didn’t miss anything. Fortunately, the rooms around here are full of obstacles to hide behind. Still, Claydol has to turn to fire at what it sees, so I’d give you three seconds before it can fire after seeing a target. It has an effective range of 15 meters, but will attempt to fire further than that, and then follow after where it saw the target. It’s not particularly good at hitting a moving target, fortunately. It needs to fire straight at the crack, we will need the force to be applied directly…'
'So if you could lure the Claydol to the middle of the room, where I show up to make it fire at the cracked wall. It is a bit worrying that we don’t know what’s behind the wall, in case there’s more danger behind, but regardless. After it has fired, it may be to our advantage to evacuate the room until Claydol leaves. It tends to go south back to the entrance after this room. … One minute until it arrives. Any questions?' Oaken asked Eryn, pushing his glasses up a bit as Claydol would soon show up at the end of the corridor approaching. If she didn’t say anything that otherwise prevented it, Oaken would go hide behind a specific pillar that was decently close to the cracked wall.
What would Eryn do?
Blue dot - Entrance. Pink dot - Eryn, if she didn’t enter the room. If she did, she’s in the room above. Dark green dot - Oaken. Purple dot - Skylar. You don’t know this. Cyan dot - Vivia. You don’t know this. Red dot - Claydol.
So, the timeline of events here is a bit shaky, as Hilaria disturbing Dorothy should happen before Aurelio’s reply, but Hilaria disturbing Dorothy also activates the flinch that causes Kimble’s charge, and that sort of shorts out Aurelio’s reply, but eh! Let’s assume it all somehow happened anyway!
‘EEP!’ Dorothy positively flinched at Hilaria’s sudden appearance, and the rabbit did what rabbits do, jump straight across the street to get to relative safety before turning around and looking in shock at Hilaria. Now, Hilaria didn’t necessarily look particularly threatening, but to Dorothy right now, EVERYONE was a potential threat…!
Then, Aurelio came forth being supremely comforting. ‘R-really?’ Dorothy asked, sounding a bit relieved but also surprised as she looked over at him. ‘Th-thank you…! In that case, could you-’
And somehow she hadn’t realized Kimble was coming her way at high speed until now, nevermind that Kimble should have reached her before Dorothy had any time to do the reaction typed above.
From there, Dorothy’s reaction was as expected.
She threw one look at Kimble coming at her at high speed, her eyes widened, and- ‘N-nooooooooooooooooo----!’ Dorothy called out, as her rabbit-limbs went down on all four and she positively sprang into motion as she fled at a positively absurd speed. She did not stop when Kimble told her to.
D-did she do anything wrong!? Did what the boy say still apply!? Or was it a trick so that this air-girl could take her by surprise!? ‘Wh-what did I do wrong, aaaah, nooo---!’ she called out to nothing in particular as she fled in panic, but still sort of steered herself towards the park where she’d told them to meet. A different park compared to the one Cardinal Ishtar went to, to note, this park had a bunch of trees and nature and places for Dorothy to hide. Because hide she wanted…!
Ronin skipped along to the bar as Cindy and the random dude went over there, just to make sure that she was still guarding the woman. She didn’t actually take a seat, she just stayed around, listening in with a wide smile on her face… and then her eyes widened when Cindy referred to her by name.
‘Woah, the Queen of Penrose knows of me already!? I’m touched! I’m honoured! I’ll take some normal juice if you have it!’ Ronin said the last to the bartender, smiling widely and proudly. Woah, some friends she’s making, huh?
And then a wild Tetrad appeared!
Ronin blinked at her in surprise a bit first, but then smirked widely when Veronica was mentioned and now she got it. ‘“Fun-sized”, hahaha! Yupp, this is me! I’m Ronin, as you knew, happy to meet you! You’re my friend of a friend from Veronica, I take it? Then, you’re my friend, too!’ Ronin claimed so happily, while also glancing over at Cindy and dude’s conversation, too.
‘I’m plenty into the theme! But, I’ve sort of never drunk before, and this is a bad time to start! I’m on bodyguard duty, bodyguards don’t get drunk!’ Ronin said with a giggle. ‘Besides, it actually hasn’t been 18 years since I was born, even with Magical Girl years included. How does the whole “underage drinking” thing even work with Magical Girls? I bet this tiny body gets drunk quickly, if there isn’t any special anti-drunk magic I don’t know about included! And, judging by the floor, I’d say there isn’t!’ Ronin said with a bit of a laugh as she looked around the room a bit and then back to Tetrad.
‘Are you on a mission here, too? Do we know of anything going on?’
And then came that message from Veronica. Huh. Alright, then. People on roofs nearby. Very well.
Then random dude drank battery acid by Cindy. Ronin maintained her smile but also positively flinched. WHELP, if he finds that to be a fitting way of hitting on the queen, then Ronin wasn’t going to argue…!
Part of Eli’s mission here was to keep track of everyone going in and out of the party. Hence, she occasionally kept close to the entrance. Now, tiny slime-girl in a slime-dress with a white face was pretty eye-catching, too, but it didn’t matter that much if they knew Mariette had a person on the inside. Honestly, it was probably actually expected. So, with that, she could confirm individuals like Veronica, and…
Huh. Alicia and two Ascendancy members, in Clark Kent disguises. Eli wasn’t about to call any attention to them, but the fact they were here was interesting. Now, most in here probably wouldn’t realize who they were, their disguises did a bunch, but Eli was an attentive stalker of the night who had a mission to identify every magical girl in Penrose, it wasn’t going to fly against her vision. Still, it might be a good idea not to be seen by them…
Eli turned away and whispered into her communicator, which was inside the fluid that was her head.
‘Beacon has entered the building. Alicia confirmed. Intentions unknown, but it could get real rowdy if she’s fo-’
Eli froze.
Her slime-manifested pupils narrowed.
Sitting there, in a pretty but dark, elegant dress and just mingling with the locals was none other than Justine von Visceral. She was so casual, cracking silly jokes, just having a good time, getting approached by some boy that Eli oddly enough didn’t recognize, raising the possibility it was one of Justine’s forces she’d brought to Penrose. How… why… why was she here!?
After having stared at her for far too long, Eli spun around and hurried to the other side of the rave.
‘Justine is here!’ she said, not entirely as carefully as when reporting Alicia. ‘I repeat, Justine von Visceral has returned to Penrose!’
Mariette listened to Amaryllis and Nuncio in turn. She didn’t really take note of if Nuncio was behaving strangely or anything. Regardless, it seemed they had a plan.
‘Very well. Secrecy it is? How confident are you your cat can avoid detection? If I know what’s inside, opening a portal should be no problem. I can open one without knowing what’s inside, just retrying until I find open space, but that could lead straight into the arms of our foes. Regardless, it’s time to move closer…’ Mariette said, as she turned to look out over the warehouses…
She paused.
Her eyebrows twitched a bit, as she looked around.
She opened a torso-sized portal in front of her, which Amaryllis and Nuncio may briefly be able to tell led to a bird’s eye view of the line of warehouses, above their position. Mariette gently stuck her head through the portal, her hair drifting out, as she confirmed something. She pulled her head back and closed the portal, while her hand went into another portal and retrieved the same map from before from her Hammerspace Handbag.
‘… They’ve moved Sammy. She is no longer in warehouse 9. She’s in… this warehouse,’ Mariette told, poking at one of the warehouses on the map. While Mariette couldn’t tell from here, the warehouse she now poked was warehouse q. Intentionally lowercase q. ‘I suggest we move. Your turn, then, feline mafioso?’ Mariette asked, as she opened a portal from the rooftop to an alley not too far from the warehouse in question, but still out of sight.
Lea simply stood still as Vivian snatched the egg, Lea’s hand momentarily dispersing into butterflies as the egg was snatched so violently before said butterflies coalesced back into a hand again.
‘I did as requested. I’ll wish you an enjoyable evening,’ Lea said in a tone that didn’t at all sound like it was wishing someone an enjoyable evening, before Lea then spun around as Viva and Lea went separate ways. With that, Lea’s job at the rave was over already, and she sincerely saw no reason to stay. That was Eli’s job. Far too few patrons here for her liking, just the servants, just the Magical Girls and such. If a patron saw fit to lower themselves to this level, then they probably weren’t worth talking to, anyway.
With that, unless she was stopped by anyone, Lea would make her way out of the rave and then simply lift herself into the air and fly away, as a small green fairy in the sky before long, eventually disappearing. I might need that Combat NPC-slot, soon.
So, what to do with Nightwing? Well. Because of Amaryllis, killing her had been ruled out. However, Mariette wasn’t very keen on releasing her out into the world, either. But, keeping her locked up in Mariette’s manor invited all sorts of complications should she escape. Hence, the only place where Nightwing could be stored would be…
It was a basement of a random abandoned building in Penrose. Here, Nightwing was still knocked out, because they made sure to knock her out whenever she was about to wake up. Psychic-magic is good for that. Meanwhile, this whole room was covered in barriers formed from Ronja’s Reinforcement-spells, her webs covering the walls, and in the middle of the room was Nightwing, still out of it, tied to a chair by Ronja’s reinforced webs, limbs locked in place, as well as blindfolded and with her mouth covered in the same.
‘Hmm, think you can get yourself out of this one?’ Ronja, Psychic/Reinforcement-specialized arachne, asked as she spun a little web of memories next to Nightwing. ‘Possibly. Records say you’re Darkness-specialized. You might just be able to get away anyway, just by turning yourself intangible. So, just in case you do that, here’s a little special something for you…’
Ronja said, as she lifted a special little piece of memory web, which she oh-so-gently inserted it into Nightwing’s mind…
They will kill me for getting myself captured.
It was a single sentence, an idea, that hopefully would keep Nightwing from going back home anytime soon. It would be overwritten if the Mint told her differently and she believed them, potentially showing no trace that she’d been given a false memory. It had to just be believable enough that Nightwing could believe it. And, after all, the Ebon Mint is such a scary organization, who even knew if they wouldn’t kill her for getting captured?
‘Enjoy your stay, “Nightwing”...’ Ronja said, as she went through the door and locked it behind her, reinforcing it, and then left again.
Then who knows where she went.
In an unremarkable corner of Penrose awaited an unassuming apartment, which gave way for absolutely no reason to visit it. Why would you stop here? It was where normal humans would live, and not so many of them anymore due to the state of the city, yet some lights still shone, mostly keeping magical individuals from visiting the complex as encounters could lead to awkward conversations…
Yet Myria found herself stopping right here. The reason being, she had access to something nobody should. Inside info.
She headed inside, passing the hallway, lobby and the laundry room. So far it was nothing but regular boring apartment complex things, that would interest absolutely nobody. Even when she reached the stairs, some flimsy wooden stairs which only purpose was to lead to the second level, who would even think to look behind the stairs, even if there was a place to peek in? It’s uses seemed to end at where a child might hide during hide-and-seek…
Yet the spirits guided Myria, and here… here was where things got complicated.
They told of a vent in the wall. There was no such vent visible to the naked eye. However, the spirits also told of machines, cogs and machinery hidden within the walls, linked to one of the steps of the stairs that was reachable from behind, too high to be reached by a curious child. It had something to do with that step, a connection between this wall and that step. Question was, did Myria want to mess with it?
From information drawn from the spirits, said vent went underground, to a room connected by no doors. This thin vent only barely accessible by children was the only way in or out, albeit Myria could walk so she stood above said room inside a specific apartment. There was numerous meters down to the room, but she could stand above it. Within was the price she sought, an obsidian mirror… but it also wasn’t the only thing. Some normal furniture, a carpet, a fireplace that didn’t connect to anything, some paintings. One of these paintings had been hung right above the entrance of the room by the vent, needing to be pushed aside to enter. The mirror itself was a large, full-body mirror standing with a support, and a jewel of some kind embedded into the frame…
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