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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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I wish I could get rid of my lethargy.

Anyway, have a post. You might notice my RP/narration style change between posts given time, but it should be fine regardless how jarring it seems.
*Okay, okay, I'm through...* Somehow I was catching breath in my mind, having cut many corners to get the fight (somewhat literally, given the chipping on my magnets). As I floated towards the ruckus that seemed so very close to ending, Anthony narrowly slid past like some misplaced dancer on ice. I would've 'smirked' if it weren't for the increasingly cold current running through the cave, getting a bit annoyed as Anthony was just out of reach of my magnet. Not even a muttering Kyreum seemed able to break the cold spell, a seething glare which seemed stab right through the frozen Graveler (obviously not literally). I could probably do with sub-zero temperatures but the same couldn't be said to my other party members, and there was suddenly a renewed urgency which seemed to fade a bit since the village/town.

With that said, by the time I thought of an attack, we had two wild Pokemon left to lie belly first by each other's feet/floating bodies/whatever, much to my chargin. "Alright, I know I'm late, but admittedly that was a rather anti-climactic fight." I wasn't really talking or moaning to anyone in particular but I was still bemused at how easy the fight was, given I wasn't even needed for most of it. Considering only a small chunk of fish meat was missing and Anthony became a hockey puck, things were in fact pretty good. Well, aside from the light coating of frost, which distinctively stood out from the cave's natural ice slopes like some sort of moss. "Are we... close, Kyreum? Surely that wasn't the elite guard." A hint of trepidation stood out in my voice, having spotted Josh suffering from early-onset hypothermia.
I'm most definitely fine, considering I just bus in and out of the city. New Zealand universities are pretty boring compared to whatever colleges you've just described.

So uh, it's been a while. Lots of work studying for engineering (praying I passed my exams), and I even disconnected my PC for 5 weeks during exam studying and stuff. I'll definitely post sooner or later, I just gotta get back into my routine.
"Ah crap, crap, crap..." For what felt like ages, the light beams scattered off the ceiling and blinded a couple of remaining Pokemon. It would've been an impressive display had my team struggled and I actually helped, instead of cursing myself repeatedly behind a series of ice walls. A lot of my time was spent watching the fighting through glassy ice, cutting corners to the nearest curvature, and accounting for various coefficients being changed through the zero temperatures of the place (Celsius anyway, not Fahrenheit). Of course ultimately you can't use your analytical ability to try to beat your limit of spatial dimensions and time between things, so I ended up drifting towards a curb-stomp battle. The dungeon Pokemon were as viciously beaten as I had been with a certain Zubat, which seemed to have a touch of irony. Not as thrashed as me right now, but at least I wasn't that Arcanine or Goodra on that day. One was still putting up a fight between rocking Pokemon and hard walls, the other became Newton's First and Second laws.
Sorry I haven't posted for some time, have had busy weekends and all.
okay

well, continue on i guess
My teeth chittered as Robert stunned the zombies ahead, pulling out rapidly and turning his back on them. I raised an eyebrow as I bit my tongue, watching his silent apprehension as he walked away. It was certainly smart not to pull us into a fight and focus on the bigger picture, namely to report out findings and possibly get a reward out of it. While the figures ahead shambled and leered at random objects with their useless eyes, I scrambled ahead to Robert and kept my distance, sheathing my warm knives without a word. I didn't particularly care whichever decision he took, but I certainly wasn't going to call him out for either decision. Some like our resident orc and princess seemed to take offense, while others were more keen on just getting out of that decaying hell.

We retraced our steps through the forest, untouched as of yet by the corruption behind us as we stepped forth, a hint of burnt wood in the air from our earlier encounter. It wasn't pleasant, but I was much more annoyed with the princess' incomprehensible whining, a twitch in my eye as she closed in on us and screeched at eardrums. I was tempted to slash at her with my claws, not that it would likely do anything but change the topic to... I don't know, the theory of pain as opposed to zombie hunting?
basically me but i cant be stuffed posting
So...

I'm sorry, I blacked out a little longer than expected Spruce. I'm afraid I don't know I'll reach the end of my story, my perspective if you will... the moment I stop talking, flip open my eye and take the disc inside; it's got the complete knowledge of the old world.

For the time being, I got some more words to log. Some events to dictate and a story that must be passed on.

Back to where I was: Based on the testimony of those around me, I had 'malfunctioned' for several minutes. I remember prepping my magnets for a large voltage difference, gathering a large magnetic field around myself at some point. However, I didn't anticipate a short circuit which arced quite badly inside myself, stunning me briefly as the others directly tried to find the way out. That and someone mentioned a 'reflection of electricity', which was so nonsensical that by the time I recovered I had seized up again.

A bit of time passed, feeling like forever when you're essentially paralysed and begging to move in your head. Anthony knew his explorer tips and took the left-most side when traversing the labyrinth of ice, though he wasn't aware of the contingent of dungeon dwellers that quickly thrashed and engaged the rest of the group, sounds reverberating off solid ice walls and icicles.

"H-hey!" I stammered myself out of my deep freeze, twisting my magnets and whirring towards the commotion. Through icy currents and winds I spotted the group, several meters away behind various ice walls. At first I thought I would never get to the group in time, and hissed Anthony's name under my breath. Had I not done that though, I wouldn't have thought of Anthony's mind-numbing idea of reflection; I aimed myself at a particular point above the fighting, hoping the ceiling was plane enough for a proper reflection. Not one to think about collateral damage, I clunked my magnets together and widened them apart, creating a brightly intensified arc that cascaded into beams of light, almost like spears as they cascaded against the ceiling and quickly leered towards our enemies.
ive been holding an idiot ball for a while

i need to read stuff and get something typed
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