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Third Trial Collab - Part 1
Ludo drifted down to the arena floor at the behest of the old man proctoring the exam, along with the rest of the contestants. While he felt no need to go to the tents to receive treatment for what only amounted to just some bruising, he appreciated to have a moment of peace to recover his mana. To get away from the crowds, Ludo hung around the edge of the arena with his back pressed against its walls while he glanced around the crowds of happy and disappointed faces. However, he tried his best not to think about his rivals. The only thing he needed to focus on was himself and on what the next would be.
Meanwhile, Solveig got herself checked by the medics first thing of all, just in case the alcohol still lingered in her. She received a bottle of water and two energy bars to help with her exhaustion, but was otherwise deemed alright. She wandered the testing grounds, looking for somewhere to sit when she spotted a familiar face. "Oh, hello!" she greeted Ludo, jogging closer. "That was an awkward way to part ways before," she admitted with a lightly embarrassed smile. She soon perked up, however, when she showed him her meal. "Hey, look! I got a snack! Want one?" she offered him one of the bars. It appeared awfully dry, like someone had compressed oatmeal and bits of dried fruit into a small cuboid. She bit into one to demonstrate, chewing thoughtfully. "Sourer than I thought," she commented, "but not too bad."
Ludo's eyes glanced down at the thing that she called food and then gave her a once over. Armor, a sword, and enough magic power to conquer a village. Definitely a noble. He thought to himself though he also felt perplexed by her. Every interaction he had with a noble had always been an unkind one to put it nicely and yet there was no condescension with her, only kindness. Ludo was not entirely sure what to make of a friendly noble though perhaps it was only proper to treat kindness was with kindness in return,
He returned a smile and took bar she offered him. "If it's any consolation, I distracted you. Sorry about that." Ludo bit into the bar with a crunch and immediately felt the moisture in his mouth sap away followed by just sour with only enough sweetness that kept him from spitting it out. Or maybe it was just glued to the inside of his mouth? After a forced swallow, he said, "Yeah, that definitely tastes like it's good for you." It definitely counter-balanced the fried pie on a stick from earlier.
Solveig chuckled. "That it does." She waved away his apology though. "Don't worry about distracting me. It's like my father says, you can't fault someone else if you're not paying attention." She ate the last of her energy bar, drinking water immediately after it. "You should get a bottle, too." She wouldn't share that with him, it would be much too intimate to do with someone she had just met. Speaking of. "I still don't know your name," she pointed out with a smirk.
Ludo mirrored her smirk. "And you never finished introducing yourself," he pointed out to her lest she forget that her introduction was interrupted by getting rocked by that noble with a sword. "But it's Ludo, Ludo Liszt in case you were wondering." He flashed her that charming, snarky grin that was a trademark of his at this point.
"Fair," she smiled wryly. "Solveig von Brandt," she introduced herself properly this time. Not noble-style properly with any curtsies or the like, but she wasn't getting thrown off a broom midair either. "Pleasure to meet you, Ludo."
Introductions done, she stretched, and suggested, "Shall we find somewhere to sit? I would rather not stand around for the whole break." They did; one of the proctors had been tasked with creating benches, chairs, stools, and a stray table here and there. Once they were settled in, she asked, "So, how did you fare in the last trial? Conquer all with the venom snakes?" she guessed, wriggling her hand in a serpentine motion.
Cute, was the single word that went through his mind when he watched her wriggle her hand like a snake.
He leaned back on the bench and shrugged. "I passed, but can't say it was smooth sailing. Some slimeball was able to get the jump on me and was able to keep up with my own mana, which is a first for me. A wildcard helped me out and I ended up helping her to return the favor." There was a bit of a bitter taste left on his tongue when he thought about Edward and that perverted grin of his. However, his focus was on Solveig. "What about you? Did you raze the competition down to the ground?"
"Oh, I had my share of troubles," she admitted easily. "I fended off Dawnthorne - that's the guy who knocked me off - and honestly even impressed myself with an aerial maneouver," she chuckled. "Then, an alcohol mage of all things got the better of me...I crashed into another girl, Nephertys Setet, and things ended up working out." She eyed the crowds, but despite the star mage's unique look, there were too many people to easily spot anyone. "I don't see her right now, but I would say she and I are friends. Or on the way there," she nodded. The noble heiress seemed done with her recount, then threw in as an after-thought, "Oh, and there is actually one royal in the mix, did you know? We ended up teaming up with him for the last stretch." Solveig said it more so as a potentially interesting gossip tid-bit, but wasn't all that interested herself.
Ludo's eyes narrowed when Solveig mentioned a royal was part of the fray. "Can I venture a wild guess? Light blue hair, gold eyes, somewhat tall, punchable face, uses Gold Magic, probably tried to be very charming in an attempt to impress you? Perchance did he call you an 'Innocent Dove?'" He asked with a knowing grin. It was very oddly specific because there was literally only one royal that Ludo knew of that was taking part of the test. "I'm very aware of Isvelt. A bit more than I would wish, but alas I am both friend and humble servant to that blowhard." It was better to put it out there the idea that they were friends, but he was certainly not going to go out of his way to paint a pretty picture of his young master.
Solveig's eyebrows raised in surprise. So, she had managed to happen upon someone who actually knew the royal. "He tried," she stressed, because she hadn't found him charming. Exasperating, more like, and Isvelt's 'innocent dove' remark had rubbed her the wrong way. "He seems like a difficult person to work for," she remarked. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of friendship the two had. If it even was that.
"Oh, you have no idea. Once you get to know him, you realize that he's so much worse," Ludo said with a dry chuckle. "You're in the minority. There are so many nobles that eat that shit up because it means that they had the attention of a royal. God the things I've heard. Makes me want to puke." He commented vulgarly, recalling the things he had to witness just by being in the same room as Isvelt putting on his 'charm.'
Ludo took a chunk from that granola bar and forced it down his throat. "Have to say though, I have no idea what he saw to call you that because I watched what you did in the first round and you sure as hell don't strike me as a dove. More like a forest fire. I wouldn't mind going a few rounds with you." The young commoner looked at her with challenging grin. There was no facetiousness in his tone, only honesty with one desire; to throw down with someone that was strong.
"Well, I can't say working with him isn't useful. And with us nobles, there is always this," she waved her hand in a vague motion, "social aspect to everything. Because it would be too ruinous if any of us let our grudges escalate into full-scale magical or armed conflicts, we settle it with words...In theory. In practice, a social 'death' can be just as damning," she shrugged. Not because she didn't care - of course she did - but she didn't exactly have a solution.
Thankfully for them both, they transitioned to a pleasanter topic - that of competition. "Why, thank you, I thought the same of you, Mr. Killer Viper," she laughed. "How about it - shall we see who comes out on top in the next trial? Oooh, if it is the traditional combat round, I hope we get a match." The prospect of a one-on-one match ignited a spark within her eyes, and though they were blue, it was still easy to see the resemblance to flame.
Ludo could not help, but laugh at the silly nickname that Solveig gave him, his yellow cat-like eyes wrinkled with his grin. He liked the look in her eyes, burning with eagerness for competition, but saw him as a rival than a doormat. "Well, I like to play with fire. Don't be too down when I come out on top." He declared playfully.
Just in time, the last trial begun. They were handed out bracelets which were clearly, "Suspicious."
"Indeed."
Solveig and Ludo inspected it cautiously, but did end up putting it on, of course. After everyone had put it on, they were suddenly transported into another magical space. They had no idea when or how someone could have worked such a large-scale magic in so little time with no sign of anything being cast whatsoever. There was no time to wonder, however, because they'd all been funneled into a trench. In front and above of it, there was a complex obstacle course.
"Oh, my..." Solveig marveled at the sight. Then, their magic was suddenly sealed away, and she sucked in a breath. "Ooof," she grimaced as she grabbed her stomach area. That had been unpleasant, to say the least. She physically shook herself out of it, and eyed Ludo, who was standing next to her as he had been at the start. The only difference was that now the 300 participants were crowding each other in from all sides. It was suffocating - so much so the young lady didn't want to think of it, and would have preferred not to breath either if she didn't have to. "Let's go, then," she declared tightly, beginning to clamber out. The tight press of bodies, wriggling around and on top of each other, the multitude of limbs grabbing, shoving, smacking around...It made her nauseous, to be honest. If nothing else, that did give her the extra push to make her way out of the trench as soon as possible, however.
To say Ludo fared better was not an accurate statement. For all of his life he lived blessed by mana with all of the benefits and that was sapped away from his body. It wasn't just uncomfortable; it was a shock to the system. The color in his faced drained as he felt his physical strength leech away and was not helped by being packed together among hundreds of screaming, shouting, and grunting contestants. His stomach churned. However, there was no point in complaining. There was only going forward.
All of the contestants: 
@Zeroth
Hey maybe I'm just blind, but what happened to the spheres? Did we just return them or do we get to keep them?
Hey maybe I'm just blind, but what happened to the spheres? Did we just return them or do we get to keep them?
<Snipped quote by Remram>
I'd be up for it, yeah! Collab? Solo posts? For the free time or the last trial?
How about a collab? Maybe they socialize for free time, but get competitive for the last trial?
@SilverPaw
Should we try again and have Sol and Ludo interact with each other?
Should we try again and have Sol and Ludo interact with each other?
@Joshua Tamashii
"Pumpka!" They cheered happily. Let the games begin!
Five of the Pumpkaboo split off in five separate directions. One went north, one went east, one went south, one went west, and one went north-west. Their natural bioluminescence faded very quickly once they entered the thick woods and soon even their ghostly presence faded away. Now, she had a choice. She could throw all caution into the wind and go and venture into the woods immediately to go find the Pumpkaboo or she could go tell her companions what she was up to. They were standing at the cabin talking to an... to an eight-foot-tall woman with more muscle packed on her than a juiced up Machamp with an apron covered in suspiciously red liquid. A massive skeleton dog stood by its owner's side, wagging its boney tail.
If she for some very understandable reason she felt compelled to not inform her companions she could always just leave and search in the five directions that the Pumpkaboo went all by herself. However, they were so far away that she could not reliably pinpoint their exact locations with her powers, so this was not going to be an easy task for her to do all on her own if she chose to do so. Then again, ten-year-olds in this world have done riskier things than this, so go crazy kid.
@samreaper
A cloud of haze poured out of the Murkrow's mouth because where else was it going to come from?
"Grovyle, use Detect," Ramos ordered calmly. The bipedal green gecko's eyes glowed with a faint blue as the field was obscured with rolling haze to prevent its boosted stats from being nullified. It stood there, waiting for the pink bird to get in range.
King meanwhile rested to regain some composure from the onslaught and saw its path to take the Grovyle head on. With renewed vigor and determination, the Murkrow swooped down to its opponent who was trapped in the haze. The Grovyle was looking at all possible directions that the bird could attack from, the blue light in its eyes began to flicker as the Detect began to fail it. That is when King came from its left and smashed its face with its beak for a Super Luck boosted critical hit, bypassing its defense boost.
The Grovyle tumbled out from the haze from the blow, showing Tristan that it had sustained heavy damage from King's attack. This overpowered lizard could indeed be hurt though it certainly was not going to give up without making Tristan's stress levels rise just a bit higher. It got back up to its feet and held its clawed hands up, balling into a fist as the leaves protruding from its arm began to glow with a sharp green energy.
Ramos' grip tightened around his oversized garden clippers, and he ordered, "Grovyle, charge at it with Leaf Blade and don't let up the pressure." With overwhelming speed, it dashed towards King with the intent to bring those leafy sickles on its arms down upon the Murkrow with indiscriminate force.
@Zarkun
The first thing he noticed was that he was hit with the smell of burger grease as soon as he walked through the door. The second thing that he would notice was that the interior looked like a burger joint that could be found somewhere like Unova back in the world's equivalent to the 1950s. The floors were checkered black and white with pastel pink walls and powdery blue stools with aluminum legs and booths of white chairs with cushions of that same blue. Walls and even the ceiling were littered with nicknacks from that time period. However, it was a relaxed atmosphere. People around his age and maybe older hung around the counters and tables eating, some socializing and some getting burger grease on their homework. Some hung around with their Pokemon chomping on a burger. Overall, just a chill place.
Jason stood in line and decided that now was a good time to eavesdrop on the crowd to learn about any rare Pokemon that anyone would know about.
"Those sleepy looking things. Seriously?"
"Yeah man I'm telling you. The Dunsparce in the marsh are weird man. They're bigger and much more violent than anywhere else."
"I'll take your word for it. Can't pay me to go into that no man's land."
"Yo, you heard how they're some ancient breed of Voltorb bred in the village right?"
"Yeah, apparently it's like they're made of wood. Weird right?"
"Hey, you know about Thora's Pidgeot right?"
"Yeah what about it?"
"How can she use one if it's a normal and flying type?"
"...You're a special kind of dumb I hope you know that."
Eventually Jason would reach the front of the line and was greeted by an overweight middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron standing next to... a Chansey? "Welcome to Junk Burger home of the Junk Burger how can I help ya?" He asked with a gravelly voice.
@CitrusArms
So, she crept through the manor until she found a door upstairs which she opened and... nothing? To be more accurate, it was just a master bedroom that was filled with luxurious and beautiful furniture that had been eaten away by time though no one was inside. The old, faded curtains let the morning light peek through the windows as Stella would most likely walk in to examine the room.
Again, there were some pictures that were hung on the walls of the family. They showed how that little girl had grown up into a young woman and her parents had aged as time spared no one. However, in other photos the mother was nowhere left to be seen. The photos were once again torn to omit a subject, but strangely enough there was a hint as to what caused it. In one of the frames of the picture, there were tuff of graying black fur just stuck between the cracks.
There was only one other point of interest. There was a vanity against the wall and on it was a book. With fine penmanship, Diary of Ellanore Osman was written on the cover, the same name that she had seen the night before at the graveyard and next to it was an... egg? For some reason there was just an egg on the vanity and to Spoops he could clearly tell that whatever in that egg was still alive.
What does Stella do?
@Sanguine Rose
So, Faye would go off to go find Rosa somewhere in the garden. Well, she did and apparently Rosa was beefing really hard to with one of those plucky blue birds and was throwing any number of Pokeballs at it to no success. When told that she was going to head off into the manor, Rosa said as if she was not entirely paying attention, "Yeah sure I'll meet you there later. Now get in the ball you little shi-!" Faye could hear her roar from rage as she headed towards the manor. Once inside she was greeted by a beautiful sight.
The foyer of the manor was grand and spacious, filled with lovingly maintained, pristine late Victorian styled furniture to what could be described as Art Nouveau styled furnishings and art. Paintings and prints marked the walls, each of varying styles and subject matter though all tasteful. Even the interior was designed with an Art Nouveau mindset; organic shapes could be found on the tiled floors with intricate colored patterns that were abstract and yet reminded one of nature. There was a grand stairway, and the metal guard rails looked like artist depictions of swirling wind and leaves. Of course, there were also all manner of flowers decorating in whatever fine pottery and vases that were available. It was almost like a looking glass into the past and life of the estate owner.
By the entrance of the foyer there was an impressively large oil portrait painting of a beautiful, yet pale woman in her late twenties with fiery red hair done up in a bun and equally red eyes. Her lips were curled up in a gentle smile with a kind gaze as if to say that everything was alright. Underneath it was a plaque that held the name Aria Eberg.
...Why did she feel so familiar?
Faye would stare at the painting as if locked in a trance, her feet locked into place. She couldn't take a step; not like she even noticed her inability to. It was as if something shut her body off. Almost off the in distance she could hear static, like television static and yet there was something there. There was meaning in it, and it was maddening enough to fill her the urge to claw her own ears out.
H̴̳̓͛͊é̷̼̱̇͆l̶̘̮̐̽l̷̘̖̯̊ȯ̶͓̎̕?̸̝̬̋̅͠
H̴̳̓͛͊é̷̼̱̇͆l̶̘̮̐̽lo?
H̴̳̓͛͊é̷̼̱̇͆llo?
"Hello miss?" A concerned receptionist laid a concerned hand on Faye's shoulder. "Are you alright? You looked a bit out of it."
"Pumpka!" They cheered happily. Let the games begin!
Five of the Pumpkaboo split off in five separate directions. One went north, one went east, one went south, one went west, and one went north-west. Their natural bioluminescence faded very quickly once they entered the thick woods and soon even their ghostly presence faded away. Now, she had a choice. She could throw all caution into the wind and go and venture into the woods immediately to go find the Pumpkaboo or she could go tell her companions what she was up to. They were standing at the cabin talking to an... to an eight-foot-tall woman with more muscle packed on her than a juiced up Machamp with an apron covered in suspiciously red liquid. A massive skeleton dog stood by its owner's side, wagging its boney tail.
If she for some very understandable reason she felt compelled to not inform her companions she could always just leave and search in the five directions that the Pumpkaboo went all by herself. However, they were so far away that she could not reliably pinpoint their exact locations with her powers, so this was not going to be an easy task for her to do all on her own if she chose to do so. Then again, ten-year-olds in this world have done riskier things than this, so go crazy kid.
@samreaper
A cloud of haze poured out of the Murkrow's mouth because where else was it going to come from?
"Grovyle, use Detect," Ramos ordered calmly. The bipedal green gecko's eyes glowed with a faint blue as the field was obscured with rolling haze to prevent its boosted stats from being nullified. It stood there, waiting for the pink bird to get in range.
King meanwhile rested to regain some composure from the onslaught and saw its path to take the Grovyle head on. With renewed vigor and determination, the Murkrow swooped down to its opponent who was trapped in the haze. The Grovyle was looking at all possible directions that the bird could attack from, the blue light in its eyes began to flicker as the Detect began to fail it. That is when King came from its left and smashed its face with its beak for a Super Luck boosted critical hit, bypassing its defense boost.
The Grovyle tumbled out from the haze from the blow, showing Tristan that it had sustained heavy damage from King's attack. This overpowered lizard could indeed be hurt though it certainly was not going to give up without making Tristan's stress levels rise just a bit higher. It got back up to its feet and held its clawed hands up, balling into a fist as the leaves protruding from its arm began to glow with a sharp green energy.
Ramos' grip tightened around his oversized garden clippers, and he ordered, "Grovyle, charge at it with Leaf Blade and don't let up the pressure." With overwhelming speed, it dashed towards King with the intent to bring those leafy sickles on its arms down upon the Murkrow with indiscriminate force.
@Zarkun
The first thing he noticed was that he was hit with the smell of burger grease as soon as he walked through the door. The second thing that he would notice was that the interior looked like a burger joint that could be found somewhere like Unova back in the world's equivalent to the 1950s. The floors were checkered black and white with pastel pink walls and powdery blue stools with aluminum legs and booths of white chairs with cushions of that same blue. Walls and even the ceiling were littered with nicknacks from that time period. However, it was a relaxed atmosphere. People around his age and maybe older hung around the counters and tables eating, some socializing and some getting burger grease on their homework. Some hung around with their Pokemon chomping on a burger. Overall, just a chill place.
Jason stood in line and decided that now was a good time to eavesdrop on the crowd to learn about any rare Pokemon that anyone would know about.
"Those sleepy looking things. Seriously?"
"Yeah man I'm telling you. The Dunsparce in the marsh are weird man. They're bigger and much more violent than anywhere else."
"I'll take your word for it. Can't pay me to go into that no man's land."
"Yo, you heard how they're some ancient breed of Voltorb bred in the village right?"
"Yeah, apparently it's like they're made of wood. Weird right?"
"Hey, you know about Thora's Pidgeot right?"
"Yeah what about it?"
"How can she use one if it's a normal and flying type?"
"...You're a special kind of dumb I hope you know that."
Eventually Jason would reach the front of the line and was greeted by an overweight middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron standing next to... a Chansey? "Welcome to Junk Burger home of the Junk Burger how can I help ya?" He asked with a gravelly voice.
@CitrusArms
So, she crept through the manor until she found a door upstairs which she opened and... nothing? To be more accurate, it was just a master bedroom that was filled with luxurious and beautiful furniture that had been eaten away by time though no one was inside. The old, faded curtains let the morning light peek through the windows as Stella would most likely walk in to examine the room.
Again, there were some pictures that were hung on the walls of the family. They showed how that little girl had grown up into a young woman and her parents had aged as time spared no one. However, in other photos the mother was nowhere left to be seen. The photos were once again torn to omit a subject, but strangely enough there was a hint as to what caused it. In one of the frames of the picture, there were tuff of graying black fur just stuck between the cracks.
There was only one other point of interest. There was a vanity against the wall and on it was a book. With fine penmanship, Diary of Ellanore Osman was written on the cover, the same name that she had seen the night before at the graveyard and next to it was an... egg? For some reason there was just an egg on the vanity and to Spoops he could clearly tell that whatever in that egg was still alive.
What does Stella do?
@Sanguine Rose
So, Faye would go off to go find Rosa somewhere in the garden. Well, she did and apparently Rosa was beefing really hard to with one of those plucky blue birds and was throwing any number of Pokeballs at it to no success. When told that she was going to head off into the manor, Rosa said as if she was not entirely paying attention, "Yeah sure I'll meet you there later. Now get in the ball you little shi-!" Faye could hear her roar from rage as she headed towards the manor. Once inside she was greeted by a beautiful sight.
The foyer of the manor was grand and spacious, filled with lovingly maintained, pristine late Victorian styled furniture to what could be described as Art Nouveau styled furnishings and art. Paintings and prints marked the walls, each of varying styles and subject matter though all tasteful. Even the interior was designed with an Art Nouveau mindset; organic shapes could be found on the tiled floors with intricate colored patterns that were abstract and yet reminded one of nature. There was a grand stairway, and the metal guard rails looked like artist depictions of swirling wind and leaves. Of course, there were also all manner of flowers decorating in whatever fine pottery and vases that were available. It was almost like a looking glass into the past and life of the estate owner.
By the entrance of the foyer there was an impressively large oil portrait painting of a beautiful, yet pale woman in her late twenties with fiery red hair done up in a bun and equally red eyes. Her lips were curled up in a gentle smile with a kind gaze as if to say that everything was alright. Underneath it was a plaque that held the name Aria Eberg.
...Why did she feel so familiar?
Faye would stare at the painting as if locked in a trance, her feet locked into place. She couldn't take a step; not like she even noticed her inability to. It was as if something shut her body off. Almost off the in distance she could hear static, like television static and yet there was something there. There was meaning in it, and it was maddening enough to fill her the urge to claw her own ears out.
H̴̳̓͛͊é̷̼̱̇͆l̶̘̮̐̽l̷̘̖̯̊ȯ̶͓̎̕?̸̝̬̋̅͠
H̴̳̓͛͊é̷̼̱̇͆l̶̘̮̐̽lo?
H̴̳̓͛͊é̷̼̱̇͆llo?
"Hello miss?" A concerned receptionist laid a concerned hand on Faye's shoulder. "Are you alright? You looked a bit out of it."
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