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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Status: Physically fine Mentally elated and curious.
Ability: Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.
Inventory: N/A
Quest: Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world. Become more familiar with this ghostly body and discover the extent of abilities.
Oh. 'Types' huh? So that meant she was likely some sort of 'ghost' type...and Dark was immune to Psychic, which seemed to be what her current main method of attack was. Good to know. She'd need to figure out how to deal with them, then.
"Woho, thanks for the information, seedling." Vi replied, turning to the Pelliper that was jsut now waking up. A courier? Hum, well, that explained what it was doing out here with the letters. It did ask a rather obvious but difficult question. How to explain? Lance was one of the first to chime in as the snake...ate a bird? Huh, how delightfully messy. The bald red lizard was the next to chime in with an obvious lie to the question. The fact he felt horrible about it, if she was correct if her little emotional feelers were accurate, was quite hilarious.
"The bald lizard speaks truthfully...mostly, wohoho~" She couldn't help but to add that last little bit into her statement. "Abandoned here with nowhere to go and no idea what's going on. Barely managed to survive the night! I almost got blown away, woho~" Floating over to the Pelliper, Vi gave her a mischevious grin. "I am Vi. Charmed. Perhaps you could help us out in return for the timely rescue? I shall echo the Fluff Bird's question if there is someplace not here we could stay at."
Ash moved swiftly. As the Mana Slice connected and it appeared she didn't get a one-hit KO, she swiftly activated Overwork III, plus Material analysis and Alchemy IIon the spit, but only gave it a brief inspection before in one swift movement, leaping forward to the side, hopefully avoiding whatever effects it might have. Hmm...maybe - Well, this might be a good time to try something. She was hungry, yes...but she was also in quite the need of live test subjects. And she had a natural paralytic to work with. In the cave she didn't really have much of a chance. She'd only get further interrupted...but since the others were out and that demon was likely to have scared everything off...
Well.
Science required sacrifices, sometimes.
Ash leaped to the side of the frog, getting just close enough she could reach it with her stinger before attempting to impale the amphibian on it. Ah, if only she thought of this before sneak attacking it. Oh well, she woudln't miss another opportunity and it'd be less likely to run injured like this.
"I'm just here for the tacos and to bash some freak's face in."
Race: Psionic human Gender: Female Age: 29 Psychological Profile The type of lady you do not want to piss off. Equal parts crazy, brave, sadistic, and has utter disregard for people not part of her little group. Growing up in gangs then being caught up in a shady mercenary group for most of her early life has colored her personality a bit for the worse. A battle hardened girl whose seen more shit than people twice her age by the time she was twenty. She has a healthy dose of mistrust for people, but has surprisingly shown stalwart faith and loyalty in those she's working with. She's stubborn and has a tendency to see things through to the end despite any sort of obstacle.
In her general day to day, she's amicable enough, getting along with peers fairly well, if somewhat catty and a bit antagonistic. She has shown a tendency to antagonize everyone, is a bit of a wise-ass.
Background Raised for the first eight years of her life in the now burnt down St. Elziabeth's shelter for children, Katherine has had a bad hand dealt from birth. (See the Elizabeth's Shelter incident for more information). Running away from the abusive orphanage when she was eight, she was quickly picked up by a local gang who called themselves the 'Carcosa Yellow Kings' who, by all accounts, are a now defunct cult after a raid by the mercenary group known as 'Fenrir'. She doesn't talk much about what happened there, but it's clear this is where her Psionic abilities first began to manifest, likely due to some inhuman experimentation by the cult for the nine years she was there.
After a raid by the Merc Group known as Fenrir, she was taken from the cult and recruited into their ranks for her Psionic abilities and her apparent weapons training. From there she was used as a special ops soldier by the group, and worked for both various governments and other organizations that had supernatural problems to deal with. Up until a year ago, she was still working for them, but decided to quit after an incident involving the Mercenary company and the OIA butting heads during an investigation where it was revealed Fenris was openly researching and delving into Occult business.
Afterwards, she willingly cooperated with OIA officials and has been a valuable source of information on the mercenary groups past operations, and is currently assigned as an OTO officer for the past sixth months, of course, being under special supervision.
Assigned Division: Occult Tactics Operatives
Specialization Physical fitness Firearms Psionics Special operations & Swat
Training(if applicable) Formal hand-to-hand combat training Standard Firearm training Some Psionics training from her time in a cult
Relevant Experience(if applicable) Eleven years as a mercenary dealing with occult and dangerous situations
Notes Despite having some Psionic ability thanks to her time with the Yellow Kings, Katherine's ability with them is rather sub-par, at most only able to perform the simplest of tricks and tasks. It often seems to manifest as some form of hyper-awareness of her surroundings, telepathy, and minor telekinesis, plus a resistance to similar effects. Her favorite combat shotgun is affectionately named 'Remy'. She lacks a formal education, and as such isn't the brightest when it comes to complicated subjects, but has an extremely decent grasp of tactics and teamwork.
Her codename in her time with the Fenrir mercs was 'Havoc'.
Accurate telepathy of around a Kilometer. Hyper-awareness of about a ten-foot radius around her. Telekenesis of up to thirty pounds with some minor straining. Resistant to psionic effects and mental manipulation
St. Elizabeth's Orphanage Incident A rather unfortunate incident involving a vampire and undead. The abbess and the other nuns had later been discovered to be using the children as a form of easily attained sustenance. The question of what exactly happened there that dreary night it burned down is up for debate - there were no survivors. The vampires all burned to ash, and anyone else were reduced to simple minded ghouls or livestock. The only one who may potential information on it is rather tight lipped on the subject, saying she doesn't remember much aside from the Abbess being 'Someone who needed her face punched in'
Fenrir Mercenary Company A shady but influential group of people and other supernatural entities working for various governments, organizations and other such groups. Little is known about their internal affairs - after Sinclair was apprehended and she helped clean up some of their work, they've gone underground along with whatever occult dealings they were currently investigating.
Combat Gear
One thing is clear with Kat's gear - she only care's about sheer stopping power her armaments give her.
KarmaTec- TSK "Valkyrie" 10 Gauge Shotgun.
Kat's main choice of armament, and the firearm she always tries to keep with her. She's had it for years, and its age and wear shows, but its lovingly taken care of. Its built purely for close range engagements, and has enough stopping power to at least stun a full grown minotaur. The ammo drum on it is loaded with ten shells.
Its ammunition consists of a variety of shells, ranging from traditional led, silver bullets for more supernatural threats, to shredder and explosive rounds. Katherine has access to all, and often keeps such ammo reserves on her when in the field.
Dunn SR21
A fairly standard handgun picked up by Kat a few years ago. A fairly standard firearm with a non standard .45 caliber round. Kat isn't too picky about her side arms, only that they have enough stopping power to take out a cultist drugged out on space dust - Meaning blowing his brains out. Its a relatively close to medium range weapon.
Like Remy, Kat has extra ammo of varying kinds to deal with changing situations on the field.
What appears at first to be a rather low end, perhaps common piece of armor wouldn't understand what its used for. It has enough defensive ability to tank a hit from a firearm or two, but that isn't its main function. The suit, 'Modgud' is rather designed to focus more on lightweight mobility as well as stealth, with specialized alloys and materials designed to absorb the sound the wearer makes whilst moving. It comes with a built in night visor, as well as a flashlight.
Point me at somethin' and I'll shoot 'em dead for yas. Hopefully I didn't go overboard with a bit of world building. If there be any problems I'll clean 'em up later.
Katherine Sinclair
"I'm just here for the tacos and to bash some freak's face in."
Race: Psionic human Gender: Female Age: 29 Psychological Profile The type of lady you do not want to piss off. Equal parts crazy, brave, sadistic, and has utter disregard for people not part of her little group. Growing up in gangs then being caught up in a shady mercenary group for most of her early life has colored her personality a bit for the worse. A battle hardened girl whose seen more shit than people twice her age by the time she was twenty. She has a healthy dose of mistrust for people, but has surprisingly shown stalwart faith and loyalty in those she's working with. She's stubborn and has a tendency to see things through to the end despite any sort of obstacle.
In her general day to day, she's amicable enough, getting along with peers fairly well, if somewhat catty and a bit antagonistic. She has shown a tendency to antagonize everyone, is a bit of a wise-ass.
Background Raised for the first eight years of her life in the now burnt down St. Elziabeth's shelter for children, Katherine has had a bad hand dealt from birth. (See the Elizabeth's Shelter incident for more information). Running away from the abusive orphanage when she was eight, she was quickly picked up by a local gang who called themselves the 'Carcosa Yellow Kings' who, by all accounts, are a now defunct cult after a raid by the mercenary group known as 'Fenrir'. She doesn't talk much about what happened there, but it's clear this is where her Psionic abilities first began to manifest, likely due to some inhuman experimentation by the cult for the nine years she was there.
After a raid by the Merc Group known as Fenrir, she was taken from the cult and recruited into their ranks for her Psionic abilities and her apparent weapons training. From there she was used as a special ops soldier by the group, and worked for both various governments and other organizations that had supernatural problems to deal with. Up until a year ago, she was still working for them, but decided to quit after an incident involving the Mercenary company and the OIA butting heads during an investigation where it was revealed Fenris was openly researching and delving into Occult business.
Afterwards, she willingly cooperated with OIA officials and has been a valuable source of information on the mercenary groups past operations, and is currently assigned as an OTO officer for the past sixth months, of course, being under special supervision.
Assigned Division: Occult Tactics Operatives
Specialization Physical fitness Firearms Psionics Special operations & Swat
Training(if applicable) Formal hand-to-hand combat training Standard Firearm training Some Psionics training from her time in a cult
Relevant Experience(if applicable) Eleven years as a mercenary dealing with occult and dangerous situations
Notes Despite having some Psionic ability thanks to her time with the Yellow Kings, Katherine's ability with them is rather sub-par, at most only able to perform the simplest of tricks and tasks. It often seems to manifest as some form of hyper-awareness of her surroundings, telepathy, and minor telekinesis, plus a resistance to similar effects. Her favorite combat shotgun is affectionately named 'Remy'. She lacks a formal education, and as such isn't the brightest when it comes to complicated subjects, but has an extremely decent grasp of tactics and teamwork.
Accurate telepathy of around a Kilometer. Hyper-awareness of about a ten-foot radius around her. Telekenesis of up to thirty pounds with some minor straining.
St. Elizabeth's Orphanage Incident A rather unfortunate incident involving a vampire and undead. The abbess and the other nuns had later been discovered to be using the children as a form of easily attained sustenance. The question of what exactly happened there that dreary night it burned down is up for debate - there were no survivors. The vampires all burned to ash, and anyone else were reduced to simple minded ghouls or livestock. The only one who may potential information on it is rather tight lipped on the subject, saying she doesn't remember much aside from the Abbess being 'Someone who needed her face punched in'
Fenrir Mercenary Company A shady but influential group of people and other supernatural entities working for various governments, organizations and other such groups. Little is known about their internal affairs - after Sinclair was apprehended and she helped clean up some of their work, they've gone underground along with whatever occult dealings they were currently investigating.
while the other people in the house were waking up, a certain someone in Room C of Dorm 5, was electing to sleep in. She had first session free, after all, and had no reason to wake herself up. Unlike most noble ladies graceful sleeping posture, Isobel's was anything but elegant. Covers already halfway off the bed, one of her arms hanging limply over the side, hair an utter mess and a bit of drool running down the side of her face and wearing nothing but a disheveled tanktop and shorts to sleep in. Laying with his head right on her chest, was a certain frosty dragon.
"Mrrrgh..." A sharp Tinny right in her ear from a rather unpleasant device attached to it was the first to try and rouse her from slumber. "Too early..." Was the first thing Lorcan would get in reply as Isobel groggily woke from her sleep, trying to roll over onto her stomach. The next thing Lorcan would hear was a resounding "Thud" and a metallic screech from the Earwyrm.
"...I'm gonna kick your ass for that, Lorcan." Isobel replied with a loud yawn, pushing herself up from the floor. Ciervia, also woke from his slumber positioned himself on Isobel's shoulders, face next to the Earwyrm.
"Mrrrawr!"
"Frost butt says he'll kick your ass too." She stretched, cracking a few of her bones in the process. Satisfied that his message had gotten across, the furry pygmy drake curled itself around Isobel's shoulders. "Jeez, what time is it?..." Glancing out the window, Isobel noticed that it was daytime. Well, that was normal. Sleeping in was normal for her.
"Hmm...? What is it boy?" Ciervia nudged the side of her head was she forgetting something...? "GAH!? I'M GONNA BE LATE?!" The connection to Lorcan's Earwyrm was suddenly cut off after that loud shout, the shout of witch, probably woke the rest of her entire dorm if they weren't already.
4th floor, Dorm room 4, House Phantasma @Pyromania99
Livia was awake likely hours before anyone else. Early yo bed and early to rise, as they say, though she often found herself doing only the first part of it. Long nights, and early mornings were her usual routine. Studying long hours into the witching hours, and rising early enough to get a head start on her studies. Sitting at her desk, Livia flipped a page in the heavy tome she was reading, a book simply titled "Daemones autem Epíscopi". A fairly comprehensive work on a number of so called demons she had brought with her this semester.
Sighing lightly, the former noble leaned back in her chair, reaching for a teacup and bringing it to her lips. Progress had been slow. Steady, but slow. Too slow, almost. She was patient, but even her own patience had its limits. She should be attempting a second summons soon. A permanent connection again, like she had with Siobahn. The chirping of a bird outside her window caught her attention.
Glancing over to the covered window, Livia frowned lightly. Breakfast time already? Ugh, why did there have to be so few hours in the day? She could hardly get half of the reading she wanted too done. Well, no matter. She'd just have to make time later and spend less time on distractions. Sighing, she placed the teacup back onto the desk and closed the thick tome before standing and walking over to a bookshelf in the dimly lit room and replacing it.
"Eva, sister," She began, tracing a hand down the other tomes on the shelf. Seemingly not finding what she was looking for, Livia turned to face her sister across the dimly lit room. Her summons, Siobahn, and Eva were currently engrossed in a game of cards. Several were splayed out before them. It was part of responsibilities she had given her summons - Eva desperately needed a playmate late at night when she was asleep. A ghost or undead was the perfect choice. "...or rather, perhaps I should say Siobahn, stop cheating."
"Na'Wa?!" The spectral entity gave a shout of surprise as she was caught off guard by Livia's sudden accusation. "Cu'laihm! Getal F'ashis!"
"Hmph," Livia chuckled lightly. "Oh really? Care to explain why you keep drawing more than one card when you draw?"
"...Meui sciant meb." Siobahn shifted her gaze to the side as Livia turned her attention to Eva.
"...and could you not just phase half your body through the floor? The people in the dorm below us probably don't care to be spooked by you this early."
"Cu'laihm fehno..." the specter seemed to pout lightly as Livia walked over to Eva, ruffling her sisters hair.
"How are you this morning, Sister?" Siobahn floated up from the floor, letting a few of the cards it was holding fall to the ground. "Siobahn giving you more trouble?"
Suttlings Basin -> Main Road Death count: 1 Reset Count: 4 @Crusader Lord
Chieko made her way swiftly through the basin, not letting anything distract her. Not like she had to worry about bandits bothering her. All she had to worry about was finding the Seal and bringing it back to Fritzi before noon. Would it even be where they wanted it to be? She did say she just needed her to confirm its location...so maybe she could just mess around and then return, saying it wasn't there? But she was certain on some level, Fritzi would be watching.
Urgh, she didn't know what to do...
"...Aerith?" Chieko's eyes fell on the other girl who she was almost certain had died. She had just made it to the edge of the Basin, near the Main road separating it from the Golden Quarter. Chieko stopped in her tracks. Had she been seen yet? Should she say hi? Before she could even consider it, Chieko found herself running towards the other girl. "Aerith!"
She stopped in front of the other girl.
"You're...alive...!" Chieko smiled under her scarf, relieved that at least one of the people she trusted somewhat was alive.
"Ufu," Mie gave the bird a wolfish grin. "Well, I travel a lot you see. I buy and sell a number of things, and I do have a supplier in the Capitol who gives me things to sell for them in return for a cut of the profits." Mie stretched the tape measure in her hands as she walked behind Eiko. "These particular ones I picked up in my last visit to Kararagi a month or so ago." Really, they weren't expensive in the slightest. While they were from Kararagi, they were not particularly well made. "And don't worry your pretty little head. I shall, ahem, attempt to do my best. I would loathe to mess up a perfectly good money making article."
Taking the tape measure, Mie quickly began getting to work. It was easy enough. A few quick dexterous hand movements. A few mental notes there...but what Eiko may not have felt was Mie's quick hands going to places they probably shouldn't. Her pockets, feeling just how much money the girl would have on her. Mie didn't think she had much, but she needed to know what to ask for if she wanted to see how much she could squeeze out of this girl.
"Hm...your wings are so pretty." Mie continued, removing the measurement instrument. "How to make them fit the clothing without compromising it...hm. Can't just cut a hole in it." Taking the dress in question, Mie laid it out on a nearby table and began studying it. Taking the sewing materials, Mie began getting to work.
"So, my little birdie." Mie made light conversation as she began tightening the dress up in places. "Would you care to purchase it after I fit it? I'll give you a deal on it, since you helped with some practice and it'll already fit anyways."
Urgh, she needed to end this fast. If she could just tire him out - she could win. She could claim a victory here for her house...no, that was wrong. She could claim a victory for herself. For the Goddess Aylama. She wasn't concerned with politics or the affairs of her family. Not now. All she just wanted was proof - vindication that she was the heir to her family's name. Proof that she wasn't weak compared to others. Proof that her faith and skills weren't mere fakes.
"Hah." Seleth laughed, despite her weariness. She wiped the dirt off her face, smirking assuredly at Varjan. That taught might have worked, in other circumstances. She was known by her desire to rather stand out. Make a big display of her victories. But realistically, if she wasted any mana on flashiness then she'd lose.
But she did have one idea. One final, last, idea.
"What I've got, Varjan?" The Dark elf knew how to antagonize. "Maybe you should get serious first? Or are you that weak and pathetic? You're attacks have barely had any affect. You don't deserve the title of 'prodigy'." As she spoke, she began weaving a few spells of her own.
"But fine. I'll give you a little lesson in force. Merciful Aylama." In front of her, she prepared an amplification field. A little mimicry. It would take what little mana she had left, but she needed something big to distract Varjan with. She just needed one last spell after this. "Comforter of the spurned, lady of shadows, and goddess of the home and rest." Seleth clapped her hands together, holding them tightly as a shimmering field appeared in front of her, the amplification field being laid. "As your humble servant, I ask thee, guide my blade and body to victory so I may bring peace to those who need it!"
Extending her arms to either side, Seleth formed a spear, before launching it through the Amplification field. She was banking on both her taunt and the seeming power of this spell to taunt Varjan into attacking - for she had laid one final peace behind her. A mirror, aimed right to Varjan.
This was assuming he struck her with a ranged attack - a hefty gamble. As soon as he did attack, she'd use the last mana she had as a Dark Step to flee.
Now that she wasn't being the target of attacks, she could feel the curses slowly wearing off. She could feel strength returning to her limbs, and she could hear much better. Avoiding one of the dragons attacks, Rina deftly dodged to the side, back flipping and launching a few swords towards the Dragon head in the attempt. Hmph, this wasn't quite enough, was it? She needed something else. Think, Rina, Think!
Inhaling, the magical girl stopped running, Pivoting on the spot to face the beast after getting some distance between her and it - except...it was no longer following her? Rina paused, taking a quick look around in case she was about to get ambushed, but it seemed as though it had run off in fact - Swiveling her head. Rina turned towards the source of a commotion. In fighting...? Perhaps this could be used to her advantage. She turned once more, avoiding another attack from the dragon head before dashing towards Regina and the others. Should she? Should she even try? Should she take the risk? The chances anything would go right were slim. Dealing with monster girls and dark magical girls were never going to go right, but - perhaps.
...
Well, the two she met recently seemed friendly enough. No outward hostility at all.
Perhaps, she could be optimistic for once.
"Alicia!" Now back in the fight, she turned her attention to Regina. "Focus on the big guy. I'll handle the other one!" She had lost track of them during her fight with the dragon head, but she didn't trust anyone else at the moment. She'd like to trust beacon, but she still couldn't fully bring herself to say she could ever fully submit to conforming to someone else's idea of justice. Refinding the owner of the dragon head however, was easy enough.
"...Hmph. You!" Rina pointed one of her swords at Regina. It was a hostile, defensive stance, and she was ready to dodge and counterattack at a moments notice. "...I don't know what is going on with you and your partner, And I recognize a call for help when I hear one...so I'll give you one chance to aid us. Accept, and I shall stay my blade from your neck, for now. Decline and Justice will show you no mercy." Her tone was unwavering, firm as the steel her swords were made of. There would be no negotiating. Either she would accept the terms, or she wouldn't.
Was this a mistake? Probably. But justice without attempting some mercy, was not justice. Regardless, if Regina didn't respond within ten seconds, then she'd have made her decision and Mercy would no longer be given for this monster.
"Ahahaha!" Chloe couldn't help but to laugh. All the remaining spirits congregating near her. Her orb danced around her, like a lantern calling the lost, remaining souls she could find in this now cursed place. Still, she couldn't take too much time here. She could feel it. A heart wrenching, unpleasant feeling. Penny was in danger. Of course she would be caught up in this - so she'd need to finish it swiftly. Ah, this was going to be something rather inelegant, but it would do.
"How rude." Chloe smirked, tilting her head slightly to the side. "It's not exhibitionism...it's merely me being honest with myself. But I know love when I see it. Yours is quite wonderful." Crystalline wings formed behind her, lifting the dark magical girl slowly above the air, her crystal ball shining brightly in the darkness. "So don't worry. I'll crush this impure one and maybe take you on a date later, heh!" This was going to be quite a quick, dirty, and inelegant thing...but she'd use whatever she needed too.
"You want to speak of love, wretch?" Raising a hand, the congregating spirits began coalescing into an amorphous, ethereal mass. The orb spun, fast, faster, and even faster as a screeching noise permeated the area. "You're love is nothing more than a fabricated sham, isn't it! Your nothing more than an impurity that needs to be cleansed." Chloe laughed, a psychotic grin forming on her face as the amalgamation in front of her began taking some sort of form.
"Let me crush that impurity of yours!"
The amalgamation twisted, a horrific, ear splitting screech shook the entire area as something fell out of the mass, slamming its entire rotten, putrid body into the ground. The beast coughed and sputtered, attempting to get its new set of eight legs under control, a hoarse, pained whinny came from its equine maw, half rotted, strips of flesh falling from its mouth. Its goat like back legs were the first under it, its feline front paws the second. Four arachnid legs jutted from its sides, helping stabilize and orient the beast's massive canine body.
"Hmm...if I had to equate this beasty to anything - it'd be your so called love~!" Chloe giggled, dropping herself on top of the beast. Whew, she was exhausted but if there was one thing she was good at, it was appearances. Now atop her mount, Chloe donned her second armament - her gloves. Without another word, the chimeric beast gave a shriek, a roar, carrying its rider atop it as it bolted towards Divina's White Monolith with unnatural agility that a creature of its size shouldn't have, deftly avoiding the lasers from the Monoliths, and those that did manage to hit didn't seem to slow it down at all. Once at the Monolith, slammed its entire body weight into the monolith and undeterred, it leaped backwards before shrieking up at Divina.
Status: Physically fine Mentally elated and curious.
Ability: Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.
Inventory: N/A
Quest: Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world. Become more familiar with this ghostly body and discover the extent of abilities.
"...woho?" Vi had to suppress a nervous chuckle as her psychic attack didn't work on the Murkrow. Why hadn't it? It worked on other things? What was different? She couldn't think about it, but that other thing she learned seemed to work. Maybe if she could get it off - but before she could panic any further, the seedling came and slammed its body into the bird pokemon. Once recovered the strange bird fled, leaving them behind with its comrades.
Which just left them with the ones that were now sleeping and some, who seemed to be stirring.
"...Hm." Vi frowned lightly. "My attacks seem mostly ineffective on these...Murkrow, was it?" The ghost glanced over to Trevor and the Pellipper. "Oi, bladie lizard. Lemme handle the pelican thing. Go help the others with the Murkrow." Vi floated over to the Pelliper, nudging lightly into Trevor with her body.
Heading out of the cave, Ash began quickly hunting for one of those rubber frogs. Not only to eat, but to see if she could perhaps use its hide for something. Thankfully it didn't take the Pygmy Drake long to find one of the frogs. Taking a few moments to use all of her observational skills on it once more, Ash prepared to strike. A rubber frog would likely be resistant to blunt damage from its rubbery skin..., so waiting to get the jump on it, Ash fired a Mana Slice in the creatures direction.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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