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5 mos ago
i don't think "play a canon character against my oc" was ever a particularly popular proposition
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6 mos ago
back from birthday trip, catching up this week again
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6 mos ago
happy holidays! ๐ŸŽ„
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7 mos ago
... hey!
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7 mos ago
drowning in work, will be online spottily until xmas break, sorry to all my writing partners
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You only take an advancement once you've gained 5 XP, so no new move for you at this moment in time.

Actually, I probably should remind everyone: everytime you roll below 7 (which is called a miss), you actually get 1 XP. I don't think anyone has actually rolled a miss yet, but I thought this was a good time to reiterate it.

Oh, my bad, fixed! And noted on the below 7 roll.
Posted, marked exp, and took another move (Secret Catcher). Hope I did all that right, lemme know if not.
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Fellwing looked to her clutchmates, half nervous, half expectant, all ears. Her plan was but a suggestion, and she was no leader. Her expertise lay in acquiring information, not finding the best way to utilize it - especially when all she'd seen were bits and pieces of a much larger puzzle. And yet, even she knew what Skobeloff was suggesting was lunacy. She couldn't fathom his reasons. 'I'll be fine' was not an answer. But then, the clutch's trickster was not known for his tendency to provide answers.

He was, however, known for being both cunning and resourceful. Fellwing's eyes trailed to the gem in his claws. He sounded confident enough that she could almost believe he had a plan, a reason, a something to justify his gamble. And she couldn't exactly judge another for their foolhardy tendency to go at things alone, when she was guilty of such herself.

She sighed. "Take two gems more. Three, even four, if you've the means to carry them. If you encounter other drakes, perhaps they may use this same magic to teleport to us as well." She had to admit, she didn't quite know how this teleportation magic worked, or what were its limitations. She'd have to have Skobe explain it to her in detail at a better time. "Keep your wits about you, and your steps silent. Be vigilant. Come back alive. I'll see to it that the others do the same."

She turned to Stargaze and Shieldwing, giving them a reassuring nod. "I shall follow you, then. I've many a thing to ask Echo, anyhow."

For now, she'd place her trust in the trickster. She could only hope it wasn't a decision she'd come to regret; she'd loathe to lose a friend.
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"And don't come back before you learn some fucking manners!" Sawyer roared from the door of his house, slamming the side of his fist into a wall hard enough for it to reverberate - and probably sting for days to come. Next to him, Antagonist the Obstagoon held up a middle finger in solidarity, barking mockingly after a couple of fleeing reporters. One of them glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren't pursued, only to nearly trip over his colleague. Another cradled the remains of an expensive camera, while a third was busy spouting nonsense into a mic. Something about escaping a life or death situation. Exaggerating bastard.

"Goddamn pests..." Sawyer hissed past gritted teeth, body still ablaze with adrenaline. He could still catch them, the redhead realized, if he started to sprint right now. Fuckers weren't made for running. But... actually beating those little shits up would just give them something to write a story about, and he didn't want to be caught dead helping them earn a penny.

So, instead, he sighed and rolled his shoulder. Goddamn his fist stung. "The nosy fuckin' fans I can handle, somehow," he sighed as he walked back inside, giving his Obstagoon a light punch on the shoulder for his help. "But the paparazzi? Fucking parasites. What they're hopin' to find here of all places... fucking wild. Must be desperate for news."

Or maybe they caught wind of his and Hestia's little break in earlier on in the week. Sawyer didn't know - he'd hardly given the paparazzi time to open their mouths. How they had the nerve to come knocking so loudly during nap time when the sign outside clearly told everyone to keep fucking quiet, he still had no idea. Selfish assholes.

Sawyer closed the door, resisting the urge to slam it. He'd already been way too loud himself.

"Sorry 'bout that, y'all," he mumbled in a far softer tone, eyes traveling over the sea of little Pokรฉmon at his feet. Some looked startled by the interruption, some were still half-asleep, and a few looked as ready and willing to join the fray as Sawyer. "You can go back to sleep now. Here, lemme read you a lil somethin'."

He'd just settled down to read some of Goldilocks and the Three Teddiursa, when Stewart tapped at his shoulder. Sawyer looked over. "What? I'm kind of in the middle of--"

Stewart held up his phone. It was on silent as was normal during nap time. On the screen, big bold letters indicated an incoming call from 'Old Fucker'. Hyacinth.

"Ugh." Sawyer had half a mind to just ignore the call and go about his day. But he couldn't deny being morbidly curious whether the old coot actually had some news regarding the kidnapping, so... "Fine, here, you continue." He exchanged book for phone and made sure to walk out of earshot of his wards. "Yo. What's--"

It wasn't Hyacinth. It was one of his poor, overworked secretaries, and he was in panic. A few minutes later, so was Sawyer. "They have what!? Wait, wh- fuck it, I'll be there. In five."

He wasn't there in five, but as fast as Monarch's wings carried, anyway. He practically jumped off her back the second it was at all plausible to do so, running towards the scene with two pokรฉballs between his fingers. "Oi!" He shouted upon approach, trying to take in the scene and whoever else was there, "What the fuck's going on here?!"
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Oh no, that sucks to hear D: Is it the actual flu this time, or something else?

And yeah, that probably would be best. Afterwards, I'll leave it a couple extra days to see if Digi wants to add anything, and then I'll have us move along.

It's covid :') Turns out that either the previous flu wasn't actually covid after all, or I got it twice... in a month...

Gotcha, sounds like a plan! I'll try to get a post up soon then.
Pretty good. You?

Sick again, but otherwise good. :')

Should I get that post up in the end?
I've got a punk gal in mind...If that sounds good to you, we could try and work out something.

I'm down, could be an interesting dynamic.
Gotcha! Clichรฉ as it is, was thinking of going with a diva of a kitsune at least. Am down to pairing up with someone else or writing her human myself, depending on what others decide to do.
I'll kick us off with a question; do we apply for a youkai/human pair, or do we pair up with other players as either or?
Interested, aye
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