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ℑ'ℜ𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔱𝔥

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Having never set foot inside a tomb before, I'Rajith was so excited by the prospect of experiencing something new that he forgot to show due reverence. His hand trailed along the stone wall for no other reason than to feel what it'd be like, and he had to constantly struggle against an urge to call out into the darkness and see whether anything would answer. Ghost, echo or imagination; any of them would do.

Then they arrived into the antechamber with its many statues, and I'Rajith wasted no time reaching his unnaturally long, cracking limbs up at each of them in turn. His fingers looked like dark spiders, running across the stony skin of the statues as he examined them for... well, he didn't truly know.

Out of all of them, it was the statue of a man with a downcast gaze that piqued his interest the most. Not due to particularly detailed stonework, but because something seemed amiss - literally. Its empty hand was meant to grasp something, and I'Rajith couldn't help but wonder what, and why. Was it something valuable, stolen from the tomb by a scoundrel? Or something frail enough to be eroded away by time? Was whatever was taken perhaps a key that might unlock a new path if returned, like in tales of old?

Perhaps it was none of those things. Perhaps it didn't matter. But I'Rajith ran his spidery fingers around the hand regardless, trying to find answers. The Noctem hadn't noticed the paths. Only the promise of a mystery, and the chance to be the one to solve it for once.

That was, until the peculiar chill became unbearable. He shuddered, though not out of cold. "Something lingers here," he murmured to the others, fingers sliding off the stone statue, his search unfruitful. "Whether we seek riches, answers or shelter, I believe it awaits further ahead."

One long finger rose to point to the path closest to him (Path 1).
I heard horror, I'm in
Posted. I don't know who Fellwing sacrificed to the dice gods for these rolls. :'D She's gonna watch all her friends grow up and stay a baby drake forever.
𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Seeing Stargaze draw in a breath next to her, Fellwing could only assume her friend had a plan. So when all that came out was an unnatural squeak, she was almost as surprised as the rodents that threatened them. But only almost; while they still hesitated, Fellwing took the opportunity to take a closer look. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she'd been trying to ignore ever since she realized she'd seen the creatures before, and she needed confirmation that she was just imagining it.

Her gaze jumped from one rodent to the next, searching for clues, answers, proof, and the more she saw, the more her stomach turned. Remnants of more fairy like features, torn pieces of clothing, and... oh, no...

A small gasp escaped her as her eyes settled on a larger rodent snarling up at her. It couldn't be...

"Bartley?" she asked out loud, unsure if he was in any state to recognize his name. She doubted it. "Stargaze..." she whispered, almost afraid to hear the very words she was about to speak, "These... they are brownies. Used to be." And hopefully, would be again. There had to be a cure.

With that revelation, Fellwing's mind was made. They shouldn't hurt them, if they could at all avoid it. Brownies were easily distractable - something more interesting than them would surely draw them away. But they had to act fast.

"Everyone, be prepared to run!" Fellwing shouted, inhaling sharply. This time, she wasn't preparing to call forth Darkness - but the power of the moons. She hadn't called to them often in her life, always afraid they'd find her - a drake so closely connected with the Darkness - unworthy of their help, but the need was dire now. She needed to create a distraction somewhere behind the brownies. Her friends were with her, and she couldn't risk shadow magic going awry.


Grabbing food and then figuring out a post! Easily distractable and hard working, huh. Sort of reminds me of jiang-shi - that has to stop and count rice grains if you throw some on its path :D too bad we got none. Err, what sort of things can moon magic do? I imagine it can probably create a pretty good distraction, if nothing in the environment is good for that.

Edit: Nvm, found moon descriptions in the first post, reading now!

Also oof, I figured the bloating rodents might have been brownies, but to actually have Bartley be among them... I wonder if this is reversible.
Hmm, could I do a check of some sort to have I'Rajith try and figure out what the hand might have been grasping, or what sort of item might fit into it? And whether it's been removed by force or is something that's meant to be detached and reattached multiple times.

I can also post first if you'd prefer, but was thinking I could incorporate his thoughts about the result already in the next post.

Edit: Went ahead and posted pre-roll stuff, since I had enough to write about anyway B)
𝒜𝓎𝒶𝓂𝑒

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Much to everyone's surprise - not least Ayame's own - she didn't completely loathe bike rides. Yes, she hated what it did to her hair with or without a helmet, and finding a comfortable sitting position with a kimono as elaborate as hers was an unnecessary struggle every single time, but... she did also enjoy the speed. It was new. Exciting. Exhilarating, even, though she'd never say it out loud. She had a feeling Karin might know, though. Next time, she'd need to complain extra hard to throw her off.

Ayame followed her partner inside without a sign of hurry, pleased to see a group pass them by on their way. She couldn't imagine anything more horrendous than a trip in a packed van. And with any luck, the group that left took the only job of the day, and all that was left for her was to lounge around the HQ.

... No such luck, she realized as Karin handed her papers to read. Papers. To read! When she had Karin for that very purpose! A frown threatened to overtake the kitsune's features, but she willed back a smile - hidden partly by an elaborate fan she always kept at hand.

"Oh, but you know I'm such a slow reader. Why, if I start now, it might take hours to finish! The whole day, perhaps. That'd be so inefficient - and you do so hate inefficiency, I've noticed." She flapped her fan and batted her eyelashes. "Now, luckily you already read the whole thing, so it should take you no time at all to give me a summary. A short one, preferably."

She handed the papers back and made an ushering gesture with her hand, tone suggesting she was bestowing a great honour of some sort upon her poor human partner. "You may start. I'll lend an ear, for now."

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Wager


AC: 15
Hit Points: 17/17
Feature used: N/A
Spells: Eldritch Blast, Mage Hand, Thaumaturgy, Charm Person, Hex

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There were only a few things Wager disliked - fewer yet openly - but winter had earned its place on that list long ago. He disliked it and everything that came with. The snow, clinging to him like an usurer, the freezing temperatures, forcing him to cloak himself in unbecoming wools and furs, and of course--

"Achoo!"

The insistent cold.

"Pardon me," Wager offered to the rest of the room's occupants, pressing a handkerchief to his nose for the umpteenth time. Not that he had to worry about waking anyone up with his sneezing - whomever stayed in the next room over had made sure they weren't going to get a wink of sleep anyhow.

"I vote in favour of doing something before we all drown in her tears," he chuckled from behind his handkerchief. "Unless you'd all rather stay awake the whole night and gossip. Why, I wouldn't say no to that either!"

He'd wait a moment, but assuming no one was particularly eager to bring up an interesting topic of conversation, he'd offer to make for the room adjacent to theirs and give the door a knock.

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Sαɯყҽɾ

mentions: Fiona @Psyker Landshark, Isaiah @PrankFox, Nordrin @Yankee
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Sawyer found Isaiah first, but didn't stop to exchange pleasantries. He dashed right past the dark type leader, croaking out a quick: "Gee, thanks!" in lieu of a greeting.

They heard Fiona far before they saw her, her angry shouts easy to make out even in the surrounding ruckus. Her entire team was out fighting, holding back a horde of assailants from the lab. She was in the middle of mega evolving one of her Pokémon when Sawyer caught a glimpse of them; three Pokémon he'd never seen before. They looked like fucked up amalgamations of a Scizor and a Bisharp - like someone'd plucked out the latter's head and claws and stuck them on the former.

"What the fuck?!" Sawyer spat. He tossed the Pokéballs between his fingers into the fray and immediately went to grab the rest of his team too. Something told him the three abominations weren't just for show. If someone'd played Arceus and started splicing Pokémon like that, they'd damn better be strong.

"Antagonist, Monarch, we're on. Keep yer eyes on the freaks," he mumbled as the two materialized in front of him, followed soon after by the rest of his team. With that, Sawyer cracked his knuckles, searching for the closest thug. No way he'd let his Pokémon have all the fun.

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Four gym leaders was apparently enough to turn the tides in their favour. Pokémon after Pokémon fell to the combined attacks of their partners, and the thugs weren't spared either. By now, Sawyer'd earned himself a number of bruises, and more than one asshole commanding the Pokémon their very own concussion.

Then came a shout.

Sawyer straightened his back and spat at the ground, looking for the source of the shout. Luckily, it wasn't exactly difficult to find; some loser in a heavy cloak stepped out of the lab, yapping at his goons like a damn Herdier. Prototypes, he'd said. Now what the fuck did that mean? Who were these assholes, and what were they trying to make?

Looked like Fiona knew the guy - so maybe he'd ask her later.

The cloaked guy sent out a bizarre Alakazam, gave an equally bizarre command, and then-- shit hit the fan. Antagonist dropped on all fours and dashed in front of Sawyer, crossing his arms and letting out a shout into the incoming tornado to try and shield his trainer from its impact.

The tornadoes ravaged the battlefield, leaving behind unconscious Pokémon from both sides. As the dust settled and Sawyer found himself on the ground under his Obstagoon, he realized half of his team had been knocked out. He and Antagoonist were only a little worse for wear, but Monarch, Mama and Teddy were out cold, with Stewart trembling behind a glimmering screen.

The remaining thugs tripped over their feet as they fled the scene, but Sawyer barely noticed. His glare was fixed on the hooded man and the Steelix beside him. Fiona was damn right. They'd take this one the fuck down first. To hell with the small fries.

"Stewart, Split your Power with the Alakazam! We ain't gonna be hit by that shit again. Antagonist, Night Slash it - and keep an eye on the others, I'm leavin' 'em to you!" If the two Pokémon knew any more weird moves, he trusted the Obstagoon would protect the weakest among them from impact. "Ruler, y-"

The Slaking yawned, sprawled on the ground.

"... You enjoy your fucking nap", Sawyer mumbled. "You know what to do after. Hit hard. No quarter."
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