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I started RP before double digit age but you couldn't have gotten an admission I was under 18 under threat of death. Kids just casually admiting it online now is wild.
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Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP
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HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common
As much as he wanted to just knock off at least one requirement for his Necromancer job today, not even Amulak was greedy enough to take such an obvious-looking piece of bait in a zone where it was already incredibly dangerous for his level.
"Relax," He waved dismissively to Raime upon speaking of the hunt for low-health players.
"I not going to take obvious trap, this baby don't need to die, yes?"
What came after, though...
It wasn't killing Raime he had a problem with, oh no. If he was offering his neck, Amulak would take it. The problem was his odds solo against another monster like the centipede in this zone. He really didn't want to take another full 24 hours to make another run at the Grove if he screwed this up or got unlucky. And if Raime was gone, he was basically flying solo for the rest of this session considering Ames and Mags were...somewhere.
"Killing you is not problem. Making it through zone so we don't have to do this shit again is real problem. Lew back to town to simp. Ames and Mags disappear to somewhere. Not certain of chances at soloing. If I make it to tunnel, should not be problem." Amulak mused out loud, staring at Raime for a long moment before coming to a decision.
"I will take risk, then. Is only game, after all. Strangle...might take time. Turn off pain setting completely before we start, yes?" He started chanting, conjuring up Seeker Chains that he planned to wrap around Raime's neck. "We begin strangling after you make this not weird for you."
Hex Jr. didn't flinch away from Scorch's enraged glare, despite how much his instincts screamed at him to. No, he wasn't backing down from this old-timer. Not before he conceded the point. Whatever the Sylveon was yapping about was unimportant, but he did catch bits and pieces of it in the midst of his staring match. Introductions? Ugh, icebreakers. He hated those.
Of course, Scorch's damn assistant just had to pick him right after the Poochyena. For Arceus's sake, why? With a roll of his eyes, the Litten reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Scorch's, finally conceding the staredown as he looked to the rest of the other mon in the room.
"Fine, fine. Name's Hex Jr." And he really hoped he wouldn't have to hear about his old man once someone recognized the name. "Did some exploring before the Shade kicked in. So I've got a bit of experience. Course, now I'm rusty after a year out of the game, just like everyone else." He said, breathing a speck of fire and sideeying Scorch at the latter portion of his sentence.
And now everyone was just piling in. Isla, Zeke, and Henrietta were thankfully hogging all the cameras and attention to themselves, which meant she didn't have to. That just left her time to respond to those who'd greeted her.
"Careful, Malik. Ya keep complimentin' me, yer old man might actually think he's on tae something about us gettin' together." She snickered back at the one who'd gotten her into this gig to begin with before turning to Nordrin. Fucking hell. Well, at least he seemed unchanged, and wasn't making this awkward. Small mercy, at least. No hard feelings.
"Nordy, it's cute, but ya don't need my permission tae enter a public stadium. Not that I'd give a shite either way. Go on in if ye please."
Before she could go on further, yet more draconic roars echoed through the sky as Moira made probably the most spectacular entrance yet. Not a terrible airshow, in Fiona's opinion, but she could do better. Though that didn't exactly mean she wanted the spotlight, but...
Fiona rolled her eyes as she felt three of her Pokeballs in particular start wiggling on her belt, their attention piqued by the roars. Of course. Well, who was she to deny her Pokemon the sky if they so wanted to? She pulled said Pokeballs off her belt with a sigh and gave them a resigned smile.
"Fine, fine. Just don't go too overboard, aye? Just because ya want to wave yer dicks around don't mean that I want all the attention fer myself." She said softly before looking to Moira with an apologetic shrug. "Sorry about this, Moira! Bunch of prima donnas here on my crew!" And with that, Fiona lazily tossed all three Pokeballs up in the air, with Talonflame, Noivern, and Mega Salamence all emerging, the Key Stone on the back of Fiona's Dynamax Band glowing brightly.
All three Flying types quickly ascended into the air, spinning up in a Flare Blitz, Boomburst, and Aerilated Giga Impact respectively before coming to an apex, expanding their wingspans fully and letting out cries of their own. Berkut, Lightning, and Felon all immediately accelerated afterwards with mighty flaps of their wings, cutting a swathe in the sky above Motostoke's stadium in formation before each broke off simulataneously. The Talonflame and Noivern each split off in opposite directions, expanding their wings to come to a stall before rapidly whirling around in a J-turn by manipulating the wind currents around them, while the Mega Salamence stalled as well, but rose up in the sky, doing a loop in a perfect Kulbit before flipping around midair and soaring back the way he came. Each Pokemon returned into formation, now returning to their start point as Fiona gave a put-upon sigh from down below.
"Good tae see we've worked out th' kinks in all that post-stall training, at least." She murmured to herself before raising both her voice and her Pokeballs. "Alright, that's enough of that! Get yer arses back in here before someone throws a bloody fit!" All three Flying-types dove straight down at her call, with Felon giving Moira's Dragons and Hestia's Charizard one last contemptous roar before each flew straight into their Pokeball's beam, returning.
"Fook me, th' chairman's probably going tae have my head fer that one..." Fiona rubbed the back of her head, giving Hestia and Moira a sheepish grin.
Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.
Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP
Raider’s Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK
Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.
HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common
Alright, then. If the last few minutes had taught Amulak anything, it was that Ari seriously needed to get the fuck out of here, go back to town, and take a Job already. Fortunately, it seemed that Lugh agreed with him. And speaking of Lugh...
"Big congratulation, Lugh. You get Nuclei!" Amulak clapped for Lugh's newly-acquired Nuclei, though he was just a bit ever so jealous that he still didn't have one yet. The hell was it going to take?
"But yes, Ari need to go back to town and take job. Ari, if you don't stop being idiot and take job, we going to have problem, yes?" The aspiring necromancer smiled at Ari as she was dragged off by Lugh. It wasn't a friendly smile. Although as they left, a thought occurred to Amulak.
"...Shit." He said, turning to Raime. "We down two more than I plan for getting through zone. Ari was useless, and now Lugh have to drag her back so she stop being useless. Should probably regroup with others soon, yes? Hopefully they didn't get killed already."
What a douche. This prick got willing volunteers, and the first thing out of the old bastard's mouth was that none of them were adults? No wonder his dad never said much about Scorch, if this was how he was.
Hex Jr. angrily horfed down the rest of his banana bread in one go, swallowing and wiping the crumbs off his mouth and mask before angrily stepping forward as he gently nudged the Bagon aside after he spoke.
"No, don't kiss his ass, he just basically said we're worthless to him." The Litten hissed to Tusk, before turning to the mon in question.
"There a problem, old man?" He raised his head high, meeting the rugged Arcanine's gaze in challenge. "You're disappointed we ain't evolved or experienced enough? Blame the rest of the cowards in the city for just being happy to hide behind the walls. Like it or not, we're all you got, so deal with it or kick us out. But then who're you gonna get to fight your own battles for you? Arceus, no wonder my old man never talked about you."
It was almost impossible for Fiona to be late to the opening ceremony, considering it was held in her own damn gym. That still didn't stop her from giving her best try at it. She'd been loitering about the stadium grounds for hours, just taking in the crowd and generally loafing around. Hornet rested on her shoulder as she wandered around, the Yanmega idly taking sips from the soda cup Fiona offered her every now and again. Considering that Hornet was the newest addition to her team, Fiona was resolved to spend more time with the half-Bug type in order to better acclimate her.
"Let's see..." She murmured to herself as she walked, idly returning the wave of a few fans who recognized her. "Who's going tae show up first? What do you think, girl?" Fiona grinned at her Yanmega, who tilted her head at the question, buzzing briefly. "Moira's always th' punctual type, but so're half this lot. Maybe I should be askin' who's gonna be fashionably late-"
Her musings were cut off by the sound of a flyby, followed by a familiar roar.
"Didn't think she'd be first." Fiona grinned slightly. "Well, let's go greet her. Don't be so nervous, her Charizard isn't going tae eat you." Hornet sagged slightly on Fiona's shoulder, nervously chittering at the thought of seeing a Charizard again.
Fiona made her way through the crowd at a brisk pace, waving and grinning at the new arrival.
"Oiiii, Hestia! About time ya showed up!" She said as she walked up to pat her coworker and friend on the back. "Doin' flybys on a Charizard? What, ya think yer Red now?"
The big, lanky Servant in the shabby jacket eyed his compatriot sidelong for a moment. . . and then he snorted, shaking his head and making his heavy tail of hair sway against his shoulders. He had forgotten just how different his companions were. Even when they seemingly hand so much in common, things like this could just jump out and surprise him. He leaned forward and spat over the edge of the roof, tucking his hands into his pockets.
"If God hated war so much as folks say," Rockwell growled calmly, "He wouldn't a' done so much of it." He turned to face Cao Cao as he spoke. "The prophet said that if any nation, tongue, or people proclaim war against you, and refuse peace, then go to God and he will give you a commandment, and justify you in goin' to war against them."
He smiled; a happy, serene, entirely mad little grin, white teeth barely showing through the thickness of that long beard, eyes bright as burning coals. "These folks are tryin' to turn back the clock on God's plan, friend. Take us back to the age a' beasts and devils - and that's not to be borne. The Lord gave this world to his chosen people, an' no pack of misbegotten sorcerers will take it away. No, sir. God saw what was goin' on, and how the unrighteous were workin' against his holy purpose, and so y'see what he did? He asked the prophet to set things right, and Joe tapped me on the shoulder an' sent me back down here to settle accounts."
There was a moment's pause, and then Rockwell looked back over the city, towards the slowly-lowering sun. "But first," he said contemplatively, "I could do all kinds of murder to a steak. You comin'?"
Rider of Red - Cao Cao
Upon hearing the response he got, Cao Cao stroked his beard in thought for several moments. In truth, he didn't understand a word of this man's reasoning. Heaven's will was not something he'd put much stock in over the course of his life, and he didn't care to parse through the seeming dichotomy of "do no murder" and "justified war". Perhaps that was part of the madness that made him a Berserker.
Still, at least they could agree on one thing: the other faction were a pack of fools and dreamers that had to be dragged kicking and screaming into reality. That much, he could get behind. This world they were in may not be ideal, but to simply erase the past would be to cheapen the sacrifices that had gone into shaping the present, including his own. Life did not give you a do-over. Failure was never truly the end.
"Very well. Our beliefs in the heavens may be utterly different from one another's, but we both agree that turning back the clock on this world is vanity. I can work with that. As for the steak..."
A nod. "Lead the way. I'm rather curious to see how food is prepared in foreign lands in this era. I don't believe I ate meat for decades by the end of my life, considering the state of the land I was in."
Hestia: "Love the lass, but I wish she didn't flip her shite every time she loses a big match. Needs tae relax more."
Ezran: "Good tunes. Think he's a bit up his own arse about how people react tae Poison types, but good man nonetheless."
Joseph: "Fun lad to be around. Likes food and fookin' about as much as I do. Love the show, too."
Moira: "I know she's older than me, but it still don't feel like it most days. Been tryin' tae get her outta her shell."
Malik: "Fookin' bastard suckered me into this job. Don't mind him otherwise, but sometimes I wish he ain't sought me out fer this."
Nordrin: "Bit of a cunt, but understandably so. Wouldn't kill him tae relax a tad, or at least give me a damn discount. Great steaks."
Zeke: "Great lad. That little show he puts on fer the audience's good television. Could do tae be a little more like that in his personal life, but just a tad. Rather quiet otherwise."
Thomas: "Good head on his shoulders. I agree with his philosophy, more or less."
Elijah: "Smart man. I do appreciate how he checks up on everyone. We've had some good talks about our training routines, aye."
Henrietta: "I think the lass is a bit much, in all honesty, but it's also one of her charming points. Really could do tae chill the fook out every now and then, though."
Liam: "Too much pink fer my tastes. Fashion aside, he's a sweet lad. Plus, at least he can get how much of a pain in the arse trying to have a bloody love life is when ye've got a Gym tae run."
”Yer here for a battle, aye? Fine, fine. Then let’s see if you can keep up with me in the open sky!”
NAME: Fiona MacConnell
AGE: 25
GENDER: Female
BIRTHPLACE: Freezington
GYM TYPE: Flying
APPEARANCE: Stands at about 5’8”. Skin is fair, long blonde hair, has a lithe build. Somewhat toned, moderate bust.
Typically wears casual clothing such as plain T-shirts and jeans, but makes the token effort of putting on a fashionable jacket. Always seen with a pair of flying goggles around her head, for use in the skies.
When the occasion calls for it, has a full Sky Trainer glider suit for both Sky Battles and official appearances as a Gym Leader.
Speaks with a Scottish Crown Tundra accent.
PERSONALITY: A free spirit by all accounts, Fiona prefers not to be burdened by much outside of her Pokemon and her Gym. She’s relaxed and lackadaisical, unconcerned with what others think so long as she’s satisfied with her own performance. She’s a wanderer at heart, spending much of her time outside of League-mandated Gym battles soaring the skies of Galar atop one of her many Flying Pokemon.
Despite her carefree nature, or, as some would believe, because of it, Fiona is a hard book to read. It’s difficult to accurately get a handle on what she wants or is thinking, and she tends to just go with the flow much of the time.
Of course, that isn’t to say there isn’t a brain underneath all the laziness and aimless wandering. She’s a quick wit when she’s forced to be, and aims for efficiency in what she does, so as to better get things over with and go back to a state of relaxation.
BIOGRAPHY: While born in the icy southern town of Freezington, Fiona only spent a portion of her early years there. By the age of nine, she moved with her family to Kalos for a number of years on account of her parents’ work. It was in Kalos that Fiona saw her first Sky Battle, inspiring a love of Flying Pokemon and the open sky itself that she carries to this day.
During her stay in Kalos, Fiona became a certified Sky Trainer by her teenage years along with her regular schooling before her family returned to Galar. Upon finishing high school, Fiona immediately set out on that year’s Gym Challenge, wanting to explore the homeland she’d spent most of her teenage years out of. She won her eight badges handily enough, but was knocked out in the semi-finals of the Champion’s Cup.
Losing didn’t particularly bother Fiona. Hell, she’d gotten further than she’d expected herself. And being Champion was a burden she wouldn’t have really wanted anyway. Interviews, public appearances, actual duties? No thanks. So with a smile and a shrug, Fiona decided to continue her journey, spending the next few years traveling from region to region, honing her skills and learning about different varieties of Flying Pokemon while exploring all she wanted to.
It was on a break from her journey back home in Galar that Fiona was approached to become a Gym Leader by one of the current Leaders looking to retire. While initially resistant to the idea of being tied down in one place, she was eventually convinced by the prospect of advancing the prestige of Flying Pokemon in Galar, as well as possibly bringing her favored hobby, Sky Battles, to the region. So with yet another shrug, Fiona stepped into the next chapter of her life.
TEAM:
Raptor: (Gigantamax) Corviknight - Fiona's starter and her oldest companion. Stoic and resolute, she watches over the rest of the flock and can be counted on to mediate disputes among the crew. The strongest Pokemon on the team by official League metrics, thanks to her Gigantamax form. Lightning: Noivern - Wild, hyperactive, and mischievous. He has a need for speed and loves to show said speed off, always eager for a battle or a race. Flanker: Gliscor - Relaxed and cheerful. The one closest to her own trainer's temperament on the team. Berkut: Talonflame - Egotistical. Preens a lot. Has a tendency to show off during battle and be the most visually spectacular among Fiona's team. Hornet: Yanmega - The quiet one. Doesn't interact much with the rest of the crew, but mostly out of nervousness due to being Fiona's newest addition, and due to the Bug type's inherent weakness to the Flying type. Felon: (Mega) Salamence - The true ace of Fiona's squad. Arrogant and bloodthirsty, but still loyal to Fiona and his fellow Pokemon on the team. Unfortunately, never gets the chance to show off his real strength in Galar League battles due to a ban on Mega Evolution and the League's preference for Dynamaxing.
(Gigantamax) Corviknight: Typically one of the Gym Corviknights that Fiona is training on behalf of the Flying Taxi service. Raptor very rarely gets brought out during a Gym Challenge, and only if the challenger is already blatantly overqualified for the level they're supposed to be at. Staraptor Hawlucha Xatu Aerodactyl (Excluded at 6 badges)
(Gigantamax) Butterfree Skarmory Mantine Archeops (Excluded at 3 badges)
Corvisquire Wingull Doduo (excluded at 0 badges)
RELATIONSHIPS: Makes her best effort to be friendly and approachable to her colleagues and have cordial relationships with them. Her carefree nature and lack of actual interest in the Champion title might rub some the wrong way, though, giving off the impression that she doesn’t care about her job.
Hestia: "Love the lass, we hang out a lot. Though I wish she didn't flip her shite every time she loses a big match. Needs tae relax more."
Ezran: "Good tunes. Think he's a bit up his own arse about how people react tae Poison types, but good man nonetheless."
Joseph: "Fun lad to be around. Likes food and fookin' about as much as I do. Love the show, too."
Moira: "I know she's older than me, but it still don't feel like it most days. Been tryin' tae get her outta her shell."
Malik: "Fookin' bastard suckered me into this job. Don't mind him otherwise, but sometimes I wish he ain't sought me out fer this."
Nordrin: "We really gotta talk about this? Fine, fine. I know he's a bit of a cunt...okay, not just a bit. But there's a good man under there. He gives a shite. I just think he gives too damn much of one to make time fer much else in life. And don't ye go reading too much into that."
Zeke: "Great lad. That little show he puts on fer the audience's good television. Could do tae be a little more like that in his personal life, but just a tad. Rather quiet otherwise."
Thomas: "Good head on his shoulders. I agree with his philosophy, more or less. Plus, I respect how damn determined he is. Been beating his arse back and forth fer a year and he just keeps coming back fer more."
Elijah: "Smart man. I do appreciate how he checks up on everyone. We've had some good talks about our training routines, aye."
Henrietta: "I think the lass's a bit much, in all honesty, but it's also one of her charming points. Really could do tae chill the fook out every now and then, though. Treatin' everyone like yer competition has to get tiring."
Liam: "Too much pink fer my tastes. Fashion aside, he's a sweet lad. Plus, at least he can get how much of a pain in the arse trying to have a bloody love life is when ye've got a Gym tae run."
Isla: "Slope buddy! One of the more competitive ones, sure, but at least she dinnae go too overboard with it. I'd hope so, at least."
Poggers. So, uh, how we divvying up the Gyms and Major/Minor leagues? Assuming Major/Minor gyms can stack in the same town, but otherwise, are we just calling dibs? I'd like either Hammerlocke, Hulbury, or Stow-on-Side, really.
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