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Post by Emmett on Apr 5, 2018 21:19:34 GMT
[attr="class","mon2"]  [attr="class","monlyrics2"]O be joyful [attr="class","monbody2"] "Why couldn't they just buy an apple?"Emmett's question hung in the air for a good five seconds before he got right back to walking, his focus squarely on the path ahead of him. It was still odd, but it wasn't like he was in any position to ask that kinda question. A job was a job was a job, after all. If this Hoppip needed fruit badly enough to have him fight wild pokemon for it, then so be it. Maybe the market had ran out of produce or the couldn't leave their house. The circumstances didn't matter. The sun beat down on him, making the dry clay of his back even dryer. Which reminded him... "Watch my back, okay?" He said, potentially to no-one. It's wasn't like he bothered to look behind him. Eyes up front. "Grass-types around here. Not a fan." Which was putting it mildly. This was basic typing 101, but the feeling of getting hit by a Razor Leaf or tripped up by a Grass Knot never got any more comfortable.Plant life in general tended to put him on edge, especially tall grass like this. Well, at least the flowers were nice. He bent down for a second, his stubby legs still marching ceaselessly, and plucked one up from the dirt. "Sorry." Emmett muttered, feeling a little silly for considering a flower's feelings. He held it up to his face, eyelights flickering, before tucking it into the hollow of his collar. It was pretty and clean, with a yellow cup and white petals like a drawing of a star. Something in him wanted to hang onto the fragile little thing, and like most of Emmett's impulses he obeyed without question. Remembering himself, he glanced back at his party for what seemed like the first time ever. "Anybody hungry? Tired? Sick?" They'd only just started, but Emmett still felt it his responsibility to check up on everyone now and again. That's what good explorer's did, and he did want to be a good explorer. [attr="class","montag"]@ whoever feels like joining [attr="class","cred"]VEL OF WW[newclass=.mon2]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#087471;[/newclass] [newclass=.mon2 img]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;border:1px solid #fff;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monlyrics2]text-align:center;font-family:verdana;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fafafa;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monbody2]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#fafafa;font-size:10px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag]text-align:center;font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag a]font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:8px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
Ness Pimm
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Post by Ness Pimm on Apr 8, 2018 20:04:20 GMT
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Ness stared up at the Golett thoughtfully, craning his head as far back as his stubby neck would allow to try and get a better view of his partner's face, the exact same question echoing in his own head. This mission had hardly been the Trapinch's first choice; the bulletin board had hosted a variety of other jobs that were, with their larger rewards, much more appealing. However, when he had attempted to plead his case with the higher ups, they had dismissed him as a brand new adventurer who was a little too big for his britches. They had insisted he take an easier job, built up a little rapport before he started going on the more difficult quests, and Ness had only relented when it became apparent that they weren't going to budge. Sullenly – his mind drifting to the other prizes he had been forced to give up – he answered, "Beats me, pally, but as long as we're getting paid then what's it to yah?"
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Shuffling along underneath the lofty sun was miserable going; Ness wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the soil, taking shelter underground where it was cooler until dusk, but he forced that wish into the back of his mind. Despite his easy-going attitude, Ness knew that now, more than ever, required his absolute focus. Dungeons were dangerous; his father had died in one. And, the feather-light brushes of grass tickling his underbelly served to remind him of his innate disadvantage, and it seemed that Emmett shared that misfortune. If an outlaw got the jump on them, they would be dead meat. "No need to tell me twice, pally," Ness reassured the Golett, casting a suspicious glance at his surroundings. "I got your back if you got mine. Just a shame we couldn't get a ice-type out with us today, huh?"
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Overhead, a thin cloud had drifted in front of the sun, and Ness took comfort in how it thinned out the harsh sunlight. Even if it would only last a few minutes, the shade was much appreciated. The darkness, coupled with the gentle meadow breezes, lulled Ness' eyes shut as he relished in the cool sensation. "We're fine, pally," he mumbled, too engrossed in the sudden respite to bother focusing on Emmett's inquiry. "Worry about yourself, yeah? If we get jumped you have to be in top condition too, and I doubt you can ensure that if you're too busy mothering others." As he spoke, the sun's rays returned with a vengeance, and Ness grimaced as the burning sensation returned to beat on his sturdy shell. "Let's get a move on," he suggested – he took note of the flower Emmett cradled with a raised brow but chose not to comment on it, "The sooner we find those stairs, the sooner we get out of the heat."
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Ambling onwards, Ness stayed alert, searching for the cobblestone staircase that would lead them further into the dungeon while also keeping an eye out for potential ambushes.
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You shouldn't ask questions you know the answer to, it's not polite.
Ikaros Maw
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Post by Ikaros Maw on Apr 8, 2018 20:37:56 GMT
It seemed at least one of them had shared Ikaros's sentiment, the other, well; could anyone read that stone face? One of the few times she had wished her species had been capable of the thought-probing so many psychic and fairies were renown for. A thought that didn't last long just like her patience when it came to haggling for a better job. An impossibility given her 'newness', something that baffled her as much as anything else since coming down from the mountains. How she wished she could just take flight, soar past the walls that would lead them through a nonsensical maze... But alas, she had been fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate; enough to be gifted with partners during this equally nonsense task.
Really now, she echoed the Golette's words in her head; why hadn't that little pink squish of a pokemon not just buy an apple? It was so much cheaper for one! Pure and utter nonsense... she could only shake her head at it all, barely taking in the words of her fellows as she trotted behind them. The grass easily being ripped up by the casual tap of her talons. "Aye, aye-" She mused aloud,"You two can have your backs, I'll keep ya safe from all them scary plants in the meantime." She gave a short huff, the slick sound of her feathers sliding against each other signalling her 'ruffling' them.
There had been a short, indignant snap of her beak. "Ice-types..." She had grumbled that, her head flicking about in its near-mechanical way with her added ruffled feathers. So very obviously not keen on that idea, her beak had kept itself shut through the rest of the Trapinch's words and the Golette's question. It would have been so very easy to ignore it all, keep her eyes on their surroundings, more specifically on their backs what with her being at the back of their line-following. She dug her talons into the soft ground deeper to ease the tension she had hyped herself to feel, not minding the conversation at all until she heard that particularly funny bit from the orange monster.
"Funny, thought you hardshells were good with the heat." She hadn't taken a notice of the Golette's action, though she might have raised a brow at the new addition to color to his being... if her face had that kind of function. Instead her feathers merely rattled against each other again, figuring to not bother with it a short second after her curiosity. They had better things to think on- like finding the stairs their little four-legged pal had been keener on. "Aye, lead on. I'll be back here."
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Post by Paint on Apr 8, 2018 22:40:02 GMT
The french smeargle, Paint had also decided to go along with this job. After all, he needed a break from his passion every so often and he couldn't neglect his guild work. He looked around as he listened to Emmett who asked if anyone was hungry, tired or ill. Ness made a very good point how if Emmett constantly worried about others, he wouldn't focus on his own safety. He spoke in a very strong French accent as he looked around for a way to move on.
"Je am perfectly fine, merci. We should focus sur la tâche at hand. We do not want to rester dans le same place for too long. Poursuivons en avant!"
He looked back, to see if everyone was ready. He gave a bright smile, standing up tall with his head up high. What he had just said was probably jibberish to them all, but it didn't matter. The meaning was still the same, as long as they understood anyway.
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on Apr 9, 2018 16:29:59 GMT
Proceeding to next floor... the party has received a total of 100exp each, with an additional 250exp for finding the stairs through rolling!
Emmett leveled up to level 7!
Ness Pimm leveled up to level 9!
Ness Pimm can learn bulldoze, but already knows four moves. should a move be replaced?
Ikaros Maw leveled up to level 7!
Ikaros Maw learned sand attack!
Paint leveled up to level 8!
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Post by Paint on Apr 10, 2018 22:57:04 GMT
Paint smiled as they reached the way forward so quickly. Honestly, he didn't exect them to get such luck. He turned to the others before proceeding with a charming smile, speaking in a strong accent as always. "La Voie à suivre. Shall we go en avant?" He looked to the others before proceeding. Honestly he didn't mind what he did, whether they proceded or not, they knew where the way forward was now so they could always come back later if needed. Ikaros Maw |
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Ikaros Maw
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Post by Ikaros Maw on Apr 10, 2018 23:11:21 GMT
Quiet, not a rustle. It was unsettling for the bird expecting a fight, hoping for one if anyone had managed to get a straight answer from her. Well, if they even wanted to ask. Without the question, Ikaros was left to her own thoughts and slight disappointment when they had met nothing along the way. It shouldn't have been surprising given the skill required for a dungeon known for its simplicity. Or at the very least, easiness. It made her want to shake her head, it did actually but only slightly thankfully. There was a small tinge of relief that the sigh she felt coming on hadn't escaped as well.
"I haven't the foggiest of what yer saying-" The skarmory finally gave a huff toward the smeagle before turning her head to spot the others, "Aside from whatever Nonsense here is saying, we should continue on. Might as well take advantage of our 'good fortune'." A hint of a pout lingering behind the words her beak couldn't show. She knew she would have continued forth anyhow even if they hadn't wanted to run along yet. No point in lingering when a goal was in one's face after all, even if she desperately wanted to go off and finding something to jab with that pointy face of her's.
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Emmett
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Post by Emmett on Apr 11, 2018 0:09:11 GMT
[attr="class","mon2"] [attr="class","monlyrics2"]O be joyful [attr="class","monbody2"]Emmett stayed quiet, finding nothing else to say, and nodded. This was a good team, a solid team, and he trusted them to carry out this job no matter what. The trapinch, Ness, had just told him to look out for himself, and while he couldn't fault the logic in that, he couldn't help being a little concerned for his teammates. This wasn't a big, life-or-death mission, sure but you never knew what could happen out in the dungeons. He knew that firsthand. He felt most worried for the smeargle, but that was mostly because nobody could understand him or new anything about him, which raised some pretty big questions about what his deal even was and why he was here. He was so wrapped up in this train of thought that he just barely noticed the stairs in front of him, leading to sort of an awkward half-walk-half-stumble that nearly led to him tumbling down the rest of the way. He took a broad step back, trying to reorient himself, and suddenly he knew exactly what Ness was talking about. He really needed to pay more attention to these things. "Yeah. Not much point in sticking around." He chimed in, following closely behind Ikaros after he'd made extremely certain that he wouldn't be tripping down the stairs this time. "Should have this done in no time." He didn't feel 100% confident in saying that, but it helped to keep a positive attitude. Even if trouble did decide to rear its ugly head, they could handle it. Definitely. [attr="class","cred"]VEL OF WW[newclass=.mon2]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#087471;[/newclass] [newclass=.mon2 img]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;border:1px solid #fff;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monlyrics2]text-align:center;font-family:verdana;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fafafa;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monbody2]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#fafafa;font-size:10px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag]text-align:center;font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag a]font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:8px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
Ness Pimm
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Post by Ness Pimm on Apr 11, 2018 4:17:11 GMT
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Ness could only imagine what a strange, ragtag group they made. There was the Golett – a mother hen for a flock who had no interest in being cared for – the Skarmony – Ness wasn't too sure what her deal was, but, from what he could tell, she was certainly the rough and tough type – and... the Smeargle. Ironically, even though he couldn't understand a single word from the Smeargle's mouth, Ness was more intrigued with him than anyone else. The Smeargle spoke with a bizarre, heavy accent, and barely seemed fluent in the area's native language. At the moment, it was awkward; how could any of them be deigned to place their trust in a Pokemon they couldn't even understand? But, the businessman in Ness urged him to make friends with the Smeargle, or at least end up on his good side. After all, foreigners who couldn't communicate well were much less likely to catch on if Ness asked them for a little loan, one he had no interest in repaying, that is.
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"C'mon, dollface," Ness said as he found his opportunity to make a good impression with the Smeargle when Ikaros made to dismiss him, "cut the poor guy some slack. He's probably just excited, that's all. Besides," Ness turned to flash the Smeargle a crooked grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Who cares how he talks so long as he can fight. We're in a dungeon, not a beauty parlor."
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Slowing down his shuffle to bring up the rear, Ness glanced around and kept an eye out for potential enemies. There may have been strength in numbers, and Ikaros' jagged claws and vicious beak were, no doubt, good deterrents to anyone looking for trouble, but it was always in their best interest to stay on their toes. Even if Pokemon here were, on average, weaker than those in other areas, Ness knew how badly an undefended attack could hurt someone. He had spent his childhood tracing constellations of scars that had been hung along the backdrop of his mother's body, and had helped patch up new wounds as they arose. He remembered the pain in her eyes, the way she grit her teeth to bite back her groans as they treated her, as vividly as if all the individual instances had happened within the span of the last hour, and he shuddered as he imagined himself in her position. No, he'd prefer that not be the case, and the best way to prevent that fate from befalling him was to remain alert. "Don't jinx us," Ness reprimanded Ikaros and Emmett jokingly to hide the nervousness that settled in his skeleton. "Karma is fickle, and if we tempt it, we're going to have to eat crow."
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on Apr 11, 2018 12:38:22 GMT
just then, an agitated skiddo comes charging from the growth with a cry, aiming it's vine whip at Emmett! the attack struck and was super effective, boosted by the v-wave, dealing 20 points of damage!
HUNGER - 65/100
Paint - 29/29hp
Ikaros Maw - 28/28hp
Emmett - 7/27hp
Ness Pimm - 29/29hp
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Post by Paint on Apr 11, 2018 16:59:15 GMT
Paint understood the skarmory's confusion. He was very strong in his French so he understood why it may be dificult to understand and he knew the importance of communication. He walked with the others while keeping his eyes out. "Ah......pardon my French, ami. It is.....uuuuh, difficult.....to ah...parler your la langue" He tried his best, but still he still spoke some French. That was when a Skiddo attacked them. He was about to use sketch but quickly stopped. This was a grass type, in a dungeon with mostly grass types. It wouldn't be very wise to waste his first sketch on a move that was going to be ineffective against most of the pokemon in the dungeon. "Ah...uh, it is best I........ah, wait. Do not want déchets now." He stood back and watched the Skiddo closely. Realistically, he needed his first sketch to be something universal, so for now he would wait. Of course, if he had no choice he would use it but he was sure that for now, they would be able to handle the situation themselves however, Emmett was injured. Be.....ah, prudent Emmett, we do not want you to ah, faint now." He smiled, giving his friendly warning. He then turned his attention back on the Skiddo, watching it's every move closely, ready to copy it at a moment's notice. Ikaros Maw |
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Ikaros Maw
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Post by Ikaros Maw on Apr 13, 2018 6:06:17 GMT
Their exchanges were light, casual- nothing substantial for the iron bird to reply to or even think up such a thing for if only for politeness. The bird merely gave the Golette's word a jerk of a nod, following the others as they moved to travel the stairway, her eyes still scanning around cautiously in case of a surprise her paranoia always warned her of.
It was the Trapinch's words that drove a curious look from the sky predator, finding her golden gaze falling almost harshly flat on the little orange creature. She hadn't the slightest idea as to whether or not what he had just referred her as to had been something demeaning or not. So she left it. It was his latter words that would've drove her to raise a brow if she could have, instead her beak gave a heavy snap to sound the sharpness of her metal. "Communication is key to cooperation, hardshell." She gave a sharp rustle of her feathers, "Impossible to ignore when anything bad is possible." That was her caution taking hold again, slightly less than her outright distrust as per usual.
But the bird hadn't expected, or listened for; a retort. Following the others to the next floor, she had been ready to give some small praise to the normal type when he'd finally started far more an accent she could understand. For the most part- only interrupted by the sudden attack she had been distracted from. Instantly Ikaros spread open her wings, each crimson feather extended to its sharpness could glow in the light of the dungeon. Their rocky friend would be the one to suffer-
"Engaging enemy!" An old habit chirped from her beak the moment she began to charge at the sudden foe. Skiddo, fast, grass- A no brainer. Ikaros aimed to stab the angered creature with her beak, putting a good chunk of her strength into one of her good old fashioned Pecks.
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on Apr 13, 2018 17:35:14 GMT
Ikaros Maw used peck! the attack was super effective, and the wild skiddo tumbles with the force of the blow though soon enough gets back to its feet again with an agitated cry.
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Emmett
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Post by Emmett on Apr 13, 2018 20:00:19 GMT
[attr="class","mon2"] [attr="class","monlyrics2"]O be joyful [attr="class","monbody2"]To be honest, Emmett only realized he'd been hit by the time he was laying flat on the ground, staring up at the sky and hearing the sound of battle around him. One minute he'd been coming down the stairs, and then he was here, and everything in-between was sort of a blur and wow did his chest hurt. He sat up as best he could, eyeing the spiderweb of cracks covering his whole right side. Mostly surface-level, but that didn't stop it from stinging. At least the flower was okay. "...Ouch."Ugh, stupid. Too worried about them to do anything for himself. He stumbled to his feet, another hot spike of pain shooting through him. He winced, but kept moving. Had to fight through it. Couldn't finish the job if he couldn't move. His eyes narrowed, fists clenched. Ikaros had that poor goat on the ropes, so he had the opportunity to get some payback. Emmett started an awkward, jerky run towards the grass-type, the spiral on his chest starting to pulse and glow. When he got within striking distance, Emmett's head ducked briefly into the hollow of his chest, careful not to crush anything. He skidded to a halt, kicking up a spray of dirt behind him. For a moment there was silence. Then, like a stony jack-in-the-box, Emmett's head popped back up, eyes and chest glowing with ghostly light, enough to Astonish anyone. "Boogity boogity boo!"
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Post by 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾 on Apr 15, 2018 13:36:34 GMT
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