Pop quiz, Miyuki! How does your wife feel about being weaponized? Essay format, points for brevity.
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I'm a generally chill gremlin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.
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Can I pick Sylvia from Potionomics? She's the player character, though :x
Stella Lumite
The egg was hers? Stella took another look at the egg she cradled, knowing now that she would be caring for it. She accepted the star piece graciously, though certainly the egg was more important. She stowed the valuable but mysterious trinket away and held the egg carefully in both hands, to examine it closely. “Keep it hidden, huh?” Introducing the egg to the woods would be the opposite of hiding it, right? That would be taking into the Arcanine’s den. So.. hatch it first. Then decide about the forest.
“I’ll keep away from the forest, for now. To honor Miss Eberg’s wish. Perhaps the Pokemon inside will be important to solving the mystery of the forest? It seems like she knew something, but just.. couldn’t form the words to express it.” Stella shook her head, “I’ve got no idea. But, I’ll take her guidance. Keep the egg hidden. She..” Stella grimaced and groaned softly, suddenly weary, “didn’t say from what, huh?”
”I think I’ll take the egg from here as soon as possible, then.” Keep it hidden. Was something coming? ”Hey, since I visited her grave, and then came back here.. is it still safe? I don’t think you should stay here, either. If trouble will follow me, like you say, it would follow me here, first, right? So, we should all leave. Heh, maybe I’ll luck out and run into a gym leader again, if it ever catches up to me. That would be nice and lucky.” Maybe she should do more training. Was the danger something Kaebe could bite?
”Shall we?” Stella carefully tucked the egg into a pocket on her person as she stood. Keep it nice and warm and nurture that darling. She would motion to leave, feeling a pressure to put distance between the egg and the woods.
I've already got wave dashing and dash-jump cancelling down, don't worry.
Yumeiko no Akame no Kami
Location: Building #1; Cafeteria
Interactions: Miyuki @Xaltwind, Borkus @Dragonydas
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Oh dear. Miyuki was making sarcastic suggestions. She was getting irritable. It could be such trouble to mitigate Miyuki’s bad moods, she’d better figure something out. Before Yumeiko could think too much about her course of action, she heard a highly suspicious change in the tone of the elder fox. She glanced her lover nervously before begin taken by the arm and whisked away. As she was spun about, she reached out with her blessed tail and brushed Borkus with it. By imbuing him with a blessing, perhaps she could aid in turning this whole mess around?
Miyuki.. pulled her chair out for her? Yumeiko watched the other with a wary gaze. This was extremely unusual behavior. She was being too understanding, and too courteous, even to the golden fox. She knew something was up with this new compassionate demeanor, especially as the kyuubi motioned to bide their time indefinitely. Miyuki hadn’t had lunch. There was no way.
She took her seat graciously, flirtatiously brushing her tails against her lover as she did, “normally, I’m the only one you might show this much patience to. Miyuki-chan, nani suru~?”
Niara Rootwick
~ Center of Town ~
A voice caught her attention away from admiring her handiwork as it retreated through the sky. She turned and beheld a battered but vigorous human. The sheer vitality in her voice was ignorant of the cuts and scrapes and bruises decorating her form. “Well! I knew I should have taken that healing class.” A soft tut escaped her before she came to the matter presented to her. “You want the well fixed, was it?”
Well well! Everywhere she went, things needed to be fixed. Was she cursed? Or perhaps blessed, to be able to exercise her occupation in such a remote place. Things here seemed very different, she found herself wondering if the fixing of things would be different, too. With a smirk and a “heh,” she made a joke for herself, “support ticket accepted. My name is Niara and I’ll be your technician, today. Let’s see what we’ve got.”
A well, was it? She was familiar with the concept, but there weren’t many such things on the islands. There were many ways they would collect water, but with the islands in the sky, water didn’t tend to pool under the ground for a well to tap. Plenty of cavernous rivers, however. The elven woman approached the structure while she examined it. She didn’t have to be an expert to tell the thing was falling apart. She picked the bucket up and peered through one of its holes, then examined the fraying rope, and the mechanics of the pulley. Everything was bad, even the support structure.
“Fixed..?” Niara rubbed her chin thoughtfully, as she examined the crank last, “we’d better off rebuilding the whole thing, honestly. It might be possible to salvage some parts, with some dedication? It’s hard to say if that’d be more trouble than it’s worth, though. If you fixed the bucket without addressing any of the other issues, the whole thing might fall apart from the weight of the water.”
“We’ll need materials, at any rate. Little bit of lumber for the bucket, new rope. I bet this one would break if the bucket didn’t have any holes..” Niara studied the well for a moment before looking around at the buildings surrounding her. “If I can find a vine around here, I can grow one near the well and we can use it for a rope, temporarily.”
We'll meet a maginet hookup.
Niara Rootwick
~ The Sky ~
A tree broke through a cloud. No, a ship? Two large crystal growths jutted out to the back from underneath, each angled to either side and down, and earth and roots stretched forward to form a hull, with elegant metal sculpted to look like roots forming reinforcement. Island birds could be heard chirping, and seen flitting about in the branches, little critters skittered about in the soil and on the decks, many of them pets. The ship typically flew at island heights, resulting in a livable place for island flora and fauna. On the bridge, located in the canopy, was a very pleased captain.
The Song of Roses Blooming had never felt so good to fly before! What had that engineer done?! She was responsive and powerful, flying as though a great smog had been lifted and what had been a struggle to just breathe was suddenly as effortless as it should be. That woman could ask him to take her anywhere he wanted, after this! So..
“Hey, Niara, where exactly are you going, again?” Why were all his instruments kinda wacky right now? And why was she strapped very securely with all her things and some kind of.. plant-contraption strapped to her back? With the way the woman had fixed the ship, he had no doubt the woman could grow just about anything.
“It’s right around here, actually. I think.. yes, this is good. I’ll be going now. Fair trades and calm skies. Oh, and before you worry, it’s a parachute. I’ll be fine.” The elven woman gave the captain a smile and wave before she turned and ran out into the canopy, to the back of the ship.
“Niara?!” She was going to sky dive?!
She’d done this before. It wasn’t an uncommon way of going from island to island. At least, not for certain people, like Niara. When she couldn’t be bothered to wait for a ferry, she’d dive to an island below, if she needed to go there for something. Usually some kind of upkeep that needed to be done. That said, she’d never dove this far previously. The islands tended to be a little closer to each other than the captain’s sailing height and the ground below.
Oh well, she’d already jumped. She fanned out her arms and legs to more enjoy the ride down, taking a moment to look about and appreciate the scenery around her. When the ground below started to seem a bit close, she triggered the growth of the plants on her back, their roots wrapped around her body and nestled into many pockets of fertilized soil. With a bit of magic to help, the plants sprouted large, flat leaves, stemmed at either end, that ballooned out above her and pulled her up, counter to the piled up momentum of gravity. She pulled on them lightly to steer herself as she took in the extremely diverse landscape surrounding the plain grasslands below her feet. Incredible. That such a place would exist in the center of it all, this calm weather couldn’t be normal, could it? She would expect eight different climes to almost.. war with each other, but this was extremely calm. Her eyes honed in on a hamlet below. The hamlet. Maybe it was normally calm here. How else would any structures get built?
She knew where to aim for, at least. She dipped a little faster through the air as she steered herself, zeroing in on the structures below. When, at last, her feet touched the ground again, she rolled and then lay flat on the earth beneath her, out of breath but grinning. “Woooo-” gasp, “ooooow.” breath, “longest I’ve,” inhale, “fallen yet. Whoo! Haaah. Heeeuuww.” A few seconds passed before she sat up, and then got to her feet, looking up and spotting the ship, sailing away through the skies. ”Aah, there he goes. Ooh, I do good work.”
Alright, time to pick a color.
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