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“Well, that’s because HE’S Barry, looking for Barry, looking for himself, if that makes sense.”
Breen’s standing, arms crossed, staring at the affixed SOS Board in the guildmaster’s room - able to update the message board on his own accord as well as view Pokemon’s updates to the boards in real time, sorta like a schedule - powered by a team of Pelipper and Joltik and some form of mechanics. In this instance, he’s reading updates to the board - old and new - this one, just posted an hour ago regarding some Arcanine looking for his friend Barry, and another one - hardly touched, aged and tattered from years ago - with the exact same description, word for word.
“...some deep metaphorical bullcrud, really… on the surface, at least. Well, not quite. You can say all you want about how he’s probably just some poor Arcanine who’s gone mad trying to metaphorically find himself and discover true meaning - but what if he’s literally trying to find himself? A clone? Ditto?”
He’s still messing around with the SOS Board, pinning new notes and rescue team and exploration missions about the board, pulling them from a big bag of envelopes and tossing them onto the board in live updates all across the towns in some seemingly random order.
“Or maybe he just doesn’t have the time… to find himself stuck in time? Trapped after some mess with void crystals or some other reason… and in an attempt to save himself, he ends up becoming the whole reason he’s stuck there… attacking those trying to help him because, well, he doesn’t know right from wrong - why would he try to help others when he can’t even save himself? Almost like he’s his own ghost.”
He takes a step back, admiring his work on the board for a minute, adjusting his bowtie, before leaning back into the board, pressing himself up against it.
“What do you think, Spruce, huh? Do you believe in ghosts? Well, that wouldn’t make much sense to ask - you’re hearing a disembodied voice right now! And for another, ghosts aren’t real - but I very much am. I can’t hear you, but you can hear me - see, this bad boy -” He slaps the board, pinning another message on it. “Not only updates in real time, but it allows for a one-way intercom call - it was mainly used back in the day for guildmasters to directly message other guilds and guildmasters when they needed to make extreme SOS requests off the cuff without the need of paper - in the event it’s that dire and severe - but I figured this might be fun too!”
"...Wally's on his way, isn't he? Well! That WOULD mean I don't have too much time left, but I've got enough time - don't I? If he spinned he must've spun in several directions, which means he doesn't have too much a sense of direction or orientation while he's all wibbly wobbley, so I estimate that'll take him about... three and a half hours for him to finally make it back to the guild! That's more than enough time for me to save the world, isn't it?"
“Oh, and no, like I said, I have no idea what you’re saying. It might sound like I’m replying, but I’m not! Just mere coincidence if I happen to know what you’re about to say! Anywho! I’ll see you in a bit - or not - well, that’s not really up to you, really! I’ll see you soon, and before, and in the future - and well, I’m not one for introductions, but I promise you’ve met me already! At least, in one timeline or another... anyway! You oughta head to Birchwood Forest! Lovely view there, wicked lovely people, too…”
Just before he logs off, he spins around, smiling, tilting his glasses up. “Oh, and one more thing…doesn’t something seem off about the message board words? See ya soon!”
BRing mE my gummi! plEase fiNd my aWesome treASure!
2F crystal chasm 14F skylight tower
HElp! RobbErs!
1F tiny woods 5F bubble pond
Breen’s standing, arms crossed, staring at the affixed SOS Board in the guildmaster’s room - able to update the message board on his own accord as well as view Pokemon’s updates to the boards in real time, sorta like a schedule - powered by a team of Pelipper and Joltik and some form of mechanics. In this instance, he’s reading updates to the board - old and new - this one, just posted an hour ago regarding some Arcanine looking for his friend Barry, and another one - hardly touched, aged and tattered from years ago - with the exact same description, word for word.
“...some deep metaphorical bullcrud, really… on the surface, at least. Well, not quite. You can say all you want about how he’s probably just some poor Arcanine who’s gone mad trying to metaphorically find himself and discover true meaning - but what if he’s literally trying to find himself? A clone? Ditto?”
He’s still messing around with the SOS Board, pinning new notes and rescue team and exploration missions about the board, pulling them from a big bag of envelopes and tossing them onto the board in live updates all across the towns in some seemingly random order.
“Or maybe he just doesn’t have the time… to find himself stuck in time? Trapped after some mess with void crystals or some other reason… and in an attempt to save himself, he ends up becoming the whole reason he’s stuck there… attacking those trying to help him because, well, he doesn’t know right from wrong - why would he try to help others when he can’t even save himself? Almost like he’s his own ghost.”
He takes a step back, admiring his work on the board for a minute, adjusting his bowtie, before leaning back into the board, pressing himself up against it.
“What do you think, Spruce, huh? Do you believe in ghosts? Well, that wouldn’t make much sense to ask - you’re hearing a disembodied voice right now! And for another, ghosts aren’t real - but I very much am. I can’t hear you, but you can hear me - see, this bad boy -” He slaps the board, pinning another message on it. “Not only updates in real time, but it allows for a one-way intercom call - it was mainly used back in the day for guildmasters to directly message other guilds and guildmasters when they needed to make extreme SOS requests off the cuff without the need of paper - in the event it’s that dire and severe - but I figured this might be fun too!”
"...Wally's on his way, isn't he? Well! That WOULD mean I don't have too much time left, but I've got enough time - don't I? If he spinned he must've spun in several directions, which means he doesn't have too much a sense of direction or orientation while he's all wibbly wobbley, so I estimate that'll take him about... three and a half hours for him to finally make it back to the guild! That's more than enough time for me to save the world, isn't it?"
“Oh, and no, like I said, I have no idea what you’re saying. It might sound like I’m replying, but I’m not! Just mere coincidence if I happen to know what you’re about to say! Anywho! I’ll see you in a bit - or not - well, that’s not really up to you, really! I’ll see you soon, and before, and in the future - and well, I’m not one for introductions, but I promise you’ve met me already! At least, in one timeline or another... anyway! You oughta head to Birchwood Forest! Lovely view there, wicked lovely people, too…”
Just before he logs off, he spins around, smiling, tilting his glasses up. “Oh, and one more thing…doesn’t something seem off about the message board words? See ya soon!”
BRing mE my gummi! plEase fiNd my aWesome treASure!
2F crystal chasm 14F skylight tower
HElp! RobbErs!
1F tiny woods 5F bubble pond
I miiiiiight get a post out later tonight, just trying to think of how to progress lmao
The canon is reset, Breen’s now a Scorbunny
So! Whattya we waiting on/for, exactly? I’m in the KICK and need to write, and I’m curious on what’s been slowing y’all down recently! Like KaBling said, remember when you could blink and there’d be six new pages of IC.
Just don’t blink now.
Just don’t blink now.
<Snipped quote by ZombieMagikarp>
I feel like it'll be the group with my character in Birchwood Forest. So long as he doesn't bite his head off - he's only been out of his city for half a day and he can't die already.
I basically deliberately sent that SOS Message to you, totally unsubtle, I just wanna be loved.
Two twigs, tied together with a bit of thread from a scarf with a glass from a Wonder Orb slabbed in the middle of a leaf held with the bondage of a chewed up blue gummi. This is Breen’s latest invention. “...so, what this thing is - it’s sorta like a radar, helps me figure out where void cataclysms are coming from, if they’re coming from, and what they’re doing. Don’t ask me how it works, it just does. I dropped here for some reason, and I’m willing to bet Wally’s disappearance has something to do with that…”
With his contraption in hand, the Swampert meanders about the guild floor, picking up pockets of sand and tossing it back onto the floor, his remote glowing as he looks around, tossing papers around as he barges through crowds - the beeping and glowing growing stronger as he gets closer, up until he slams himself into the Guildmaster’s Room’s door. “...right. Cool.” He wavers his device around the door, the thing glowing and beeping uncontrollably. Knock, knock, knock. “Solid reinforced wood with bits of steel, can’t exactly punch my way in… but whatever’s inside has got to at least be half the reason for the guildmaster’s disappearance and descent into madness and who the hell am I talking to?”.
He shifts and spins around, to his audience of: no one. Well, save for the trash-can. He spins back, working around the door, holding himself against it, using a bit of twig to attempt to lock-pick into the room. Muttering under his breath, he snaps the twig. “Ack, dammit, no luck… I’d probably need a key to get in here… but who carries a key around this building aside from the guildmaster… Well, guildmaster and -”
The trash can behind him tumbles over, crashing and bumbling - food scraps and newspapers spilling over to reveal it’s humbled contents: “Charlie! Hey-hey! Just the bird I wanted to see - well, assuming I’m not in trouble…” He rushes over, picking up the Chatot brushing him off of dust and trash. “How’s my favorite assistant to the guildmaster doing? Well - second favorite, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”
“SQUAWK! Mutiny! Full forced feathered mutiny! To the highest degree! Thrown in the trash by my own guildmates, I’m the one in charge, they ought to respect me!” He flutters up and down, thrashing, before realizing Breen’s staring down at him, blinking. “Uh-heh. Uh. Phewf, my apologies… and who might you be?”
“You don’t… recognize…” Breen tilts his glasses down for a moment, looking back at his device, blinking green. He waves a hand in front of Charlie, back to his face. “Oh, crud, this might be worse than I thought… void catacylstics is one thing, but time and memory loss… ooh, maybe it’s just a relapse and memory jog from a hit to the head?” He knocks on Charlie’s noggin. “Nope, can’t be... uh. Right! Yeah! Hi! I’m uhm... Hm, can’t run the risk of having him remember me… not while the last time I saw him he…” He blinks, cutting himself off, holding out one paw to shake, the other, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a notepad. “He-ell-o! Ferris! Ferris Booker, at your service!” He taps the notepad - shining with a holographic trading card with his name scratched on. “As you can see, I’ll be taking over guildmaster for the time being, and I’m afraid I wasn’t given a key. You can totally get me in, right?”
Charlie leans forward, staring at the holographic piece taped to Breen’s notepad, before squawking up. “Seems legit! Thank Arceus you’re here, the place has been a madhouse.” - He manages to step aside Breen, shining the key past him and opening the door, leading the Swampert in. Breen takes a quick look around - the place being immaculate, save for behind the desk.
While Charlie goes on about basic maintenance and Breen’s new orderly assigned position as Treasure Town Wigglytuff Guildmaster blah blah blah, he looks around the room, flipping through books, running his device up and down various things - before leading himself toward the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a platinum badge, orb, and what looks like a keypad, and while Charlie occupies himself more with basic paperwork for Breen to fill out - Breen sends an SOS Message.
“Oughta do the trick - sent with a… hundred acre radius - any participating guild-member or member of the expedition society should receive it, assuming they’re logged on… just new recruits should get it… if I’m lucky, it should just barely reach out to Birchwood Forest… hopefully… at least one Pokemon can get it... well, one Pokemon and the Guildmaster...“
-message: sent: guildmaster’s office
hello! If you’re guildmaster wally, don’t read this! Skip down. treasure town guild: get here as soon as possible, run if you have to, teleport, whatever - get here, knock on the guildmaster’s door four times, and whatever you do, don’t blink
for guildmaster wally: hello! don’t get hurt and remember this for future reference: i told you so
Love,
the temporary new guildmaster xoxo
With his contraption in hand, the Swampert meanders about the guild floor, picking up pockets of sand and tossing it back onto the floor, his remote glowing as he looks around, tossing papers around as he barges through crowds - the beeping and glowing growing stronger as he gets closer, up until he slams himself into the Guildmaster’s Room’s door. “...right. Cool.” He wavers his device around the door, the thing glowing and beeping uncontrollably. Knock, knock, knock. “Solid reinforced wood with bits of steel, can’t exactly punch my way in… but whatever’s inside has got to at least be half the reason for the guildmaster’s disappearance and descent into madness and who the hell am I talking to?”.
He shifts and spins around, to his audience of: no one. Well, save for the trash-can. He spins back, working around the door, holding himself against it, using a bit of twig to attempt to lock-pick into the room. Muttering under his breath, he snaps the twig. “Ack, dammit, no luck… I’d probably need a key to get in here… but who carries a key around this building aside from the guildmaster… Well, guildmaster and -”
The trash can behind him tumbles over, crashing and bumbling - food scraps and newspapers spilling over to reveal it’s humbled contents: “Charlie! Hey-hey! Just the bird I wanted to see - well, assuming I’m not in trouble…” He rushes over, picking up the Chatot brushing him off of dust and trash. “How’s my favorite assistant to the guildmaster doing? Well - second favorite, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”
“SQUAWK! Mutiny! Full forced feathered mutiny! To the highest degree! Thrown in the trash by my own guildmates, I’m the one in charge, they ought to respect me!” He flutters up and down, thrashing, before realizing Breen’s staring down at him, blinking. “Uh-heh. Uh. Phewf, my apologies… and who might you be?”
“You don’t… recognize…” Breen tilts his glasses down for a moment, looking back at his device, blinking green. He waves a hand in front of Charlie, back to his face. “Oh, crud, this might be worse than I thought… void catacylstics is one thing, but time and memory loss… ooh, maybe it’s just a relapse and memory jog from a hit to the head?” He knocks on Charlie’s noggin. “Nope, can’t be... uh. Right! Yeah! Hi! I’m uhm... Hm, can’t run the risk of having him remember me… not while the last time I saw him he…” He blinks, cutting himself off, holding out one paw to shake, the other, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a notepad. “He-ell-o! Ferris! Ferris Booker, at your service!” He taps the notepad - shining with a holographic trading card with his name scratched on. “As you can see, I’ll be taking over guildmaster for the time being, and I’m afraid I wasn’t given a key. You can totally get me in, right?”
Charlie leans forward, staring at the holographic piece taped to Breen’s notepad, before squawking up. “Seems legit! Thank Arceus you’re here, the place has been a madhouse.” - He manages to step aside Breen, shining the key past him and opening the door, leading the Swampert in. Breen takes a quick look around - the place being immaculate, save for behind the desk.
While Charlie goes on about basic maintenance and Breen’s new orderly assigned position as Treasure Town Wigglytuff Guildmaster blah blah blah, he looks around the room, flipping through books, running his device up and down various things - before leading himself toward the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a platinum badge, orb, and what looks like a keypad, and while Charlie occupies himself more with basic paperwork for Breen to fill out - Breen sends an SOS Message.
“Oughta do the trick - sent with a… hundred acre radius - any participating guild-member or member of the expedition society should receive it, assuming they’re logged on… just new recruits should get it… if I’m lucky, it should just barely reach out to Birchwood Forest… hopefully… at least one Pokemon can get it... well, one Pokemon and the Guildmaster...“
-message: sent: guildmaster’s office
hello! If you’re guildmaster wally, don’t read this! Skip down. treasure town guild: get here as soon as possible, run if you have to, teleport, whatever - get here, knock on the guildmaster’s door four times, and whatever you do, don’t blink
for guildmaster wally: hello! don’t get hurt and remember this for future reference: i told you so
Love,
the temporary new guildmaster xoxo
Ooh, solid! That makes sense - right, well, time for Breen to take charge as *ahem*
Acting Assistant to The Regional Guildmaster
ANYWAY, there’s a small chance I might double-post for the sake of advancing Breen a ‘lil closer to others, whee.
Acting Assistant to The Regional Guildmaster
ANYWAY, there’s a small chance I might double-post for the sake of advancing Breen a ‘lil closer to others, whee.
Who’s in the guild right now - and I thiiiiink I’ve read a few characters are currently fighting the Guildmaster too, so leave it to Breen to knock on the door and barge in soon...
EDIT: Holy shit I just realized I haven’t posted about Breen outside of the guild in over 5 years lmao
EDIT: Holy shit I just realized I haven’t posted about Breen outside of the guild in over 5 years lmao
So, who’s gonna be the first to expierence the new and updated Breen? Don’t be scared, he doesn’t bite - sometimes.
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