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Achronum@Hekazu Well shoot. I meant for her to go farther into the castle on the same floor since I assumed that there would be another room on the same floor. Hmm @lord of evil which way do you wanna go then. I'll have to edit my post but haha lets discuss first or?
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@Hekazu no, the other one... did i read it wrong 0_0
This one:
A quick look above their heads informed them of at least one more floor existing above them, but the stairs had collapsed almost entirely. The first step available in the roof wasn't too high up, so if anyone tried they might even reach up to it with some help. The central pillar had been entirely removed though... and seemingly by excessive force. Other ways forward would be the one wooden door that was slightly ajar and... now that they had the moment to look around, there was not much else to go on.
the " Other ways forward would be the one wooden door that was slightly ajar"
This one:
A quick look above their heads informed them of at least one more floor existing above them, but the stairs had collapsed almost entirely. The first step available in the roof wasn't too high up, so if anyone tried they might even reach up to it with some help. The central pillar had been entirely removed though... and seemingly by excessive force. Other ways forward would be the one wooden door that was slightly ajar and... now that they had the moment to look around, there was not much else to go on.
the " Other ways forward would be the one wooden door that was slightly ajar"
@silver fox @toadropes popping in to check if you're both still okay. Are you? Is life hitting hard, or is it a writer's block, or?
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —Hearing Ella’s congratulations, Leisy grinned as well. “Thank you! It was such a surprise. Pokemon should give some sort of warning before they evolve — just so that their trainers are more mentally prepared, you know?” she asked, half-joking but mostly just happy. Turning to the Fletchinder on her shoulder, Leisy bopped him on the beak playfully. “Hear that, Dei? Don’t go evolving without warning — I need to be mentally prepared to carry you on my shoulder.”
The fire-type rolled his eyes, not bothering to respond to his trainer’s question — an action that caused Leisy to giggle as she reached a hand up to pet the bird’s silky-smooth feathers. In the middle of closing his eyes to enjoy the petting, the Fletchinder’s eyes snapped open to return the Duskull’s glare, mostly warningly so that the ghost-type knew not to try anything.
“Definitely. Just keep training, and you’ll be fine,” Leisy said, hearing Ella’s encouraging words to her Duskull.
Turning to the brunette, Leisy smiled brightly. “Ah, never caught your name. I’m Leisy and this is Bidein, my Fletchinder,” she said in greeting. “And no, it’s fine. We’re glad to be of help,” she said with a smile. “You couldn’t have taken on that swarm alone, and it was fortunate that you met us when you did.”
At Ella’s comment about the brown-haired girl’s Pokemon, Leisy peered curiously at the grass-type. It looked so familiar, and the name was just about on the tip of her tongue, but it was stuck. “It’s very cute — and friendly. What is it?” she asked the fellow trainer. Leisy was so sure she’d seen it before — probably because she’d met one too many grass-type aficionado's in her childhood. There were practical reasons as to why most green thumbs preferred Pokemon over plants, and that Leisy had grown up in Central, a urban hubbub, testified to the general lack of gardens in skyscrapers.
When Ella started off for the Pokemon Center, Leisy followed quickly, and soon enough the trio of trainers had arrived in front of said location.
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Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —“... Well this doesn’t look creepy at all,” Shanae said sarcastically, looking up at the decrepit building that, according to Marvin, was once a canning factory. “Dd the city not feel like reselling the building after the brand went downhill?”
“Well that year, the economy was terrible, and no one could afford it,” Marvin explained. “When everyone had recovered, the building was already in shambles — the local teens had taken up sprucing their prime party location up — and was rumoured to be haunted. So surprise surprise, no one bought the factory, and now it’s rumoured to be haunted.”
“Haunted?” Shanae echoed, eyes wide as she turned to look at the younger trainer. “There are ghosts in Ironforge? Since when?”
“Well that’s just what we tell tourists and gullible folk. No one actually thinks that there are ghosts at Gregory McGregor’s Canning Factory,” Marvin said leading the way towards the factory entrance. “Still, people keep their distance from the place — no one likes challenging ghosts.”
Shanae listened silently, keeping pace with her tour guide towards the factory. A lone, metallic moan sounded from inside the building as Marvin pushed open the door, and Shanae felt a few goosebumps perk up but promptly blamed it on the cold night air.
142CP
@Hekazu Is there a GM post coming up since Mistletoe's heading into the next room?
Also, apologies for any discrepancies/errors/goofs in Mistletoe's pov. I'm not completely sure as to how to write her since her CS is so vague, so I hope what I came up with is somewhat decent. When considering why someone would prefer a bow over melee weapons, this is what I got.
@lchris314 I'm sorry in advance for butchering your character xD Feel free to come back someday and give me some pointers.
Also, apologies for any discrepancies/errors/goofs in Mistletoe's pov. I'm not completely sure as to how to write her since her CS is so vague, so I hope what I came up with is somewhat decent. When considering why someone would prefer a bow over melee weapons, this is what I got.
@lchris314 I'm sorry in advance for butchering your character xD Feel free to come back someday and give me some pointers.
Like the situation with Kenza offering the shield, Mistletoe was acutely aware of her status in the group: the injured packmate. As such, it was her job to step up to title and take the meager offerings so that her teammates would be better equipped to deal with threats she physically could not deal well with at the moment. On past hunts, there had been a few times she was injured -- some like the current, but most less severe -- and she'd met both cold pragmatists who didn't give her the benefit of the doubt as well as kind souls who attempted to arm her with weapons she couldn't use properly. Of these two, Mistletoe preferred the latter for company, but the former for the field. At least with the party members who were comfortable to leave her to rot if the situation called for it, she wouldn't have to decline their kindnesses and seem like she was looking for death.
Then there was the matter of herself and melee weapons. To say she was clumsy was putting it nicely -- compared to most hunters, she looked like a fish out of water most times, and a toddler learning to walk others. Of course she was better-versed than most common folk, but compared to the likes of Kenza or Derrick she might as well have just picked the weapon up. In her hands, a sword or a spear just felt wrong, like something vital was missing. Where was the elegance, the preciseness, the quiet decisiveness that came with using a bow? Melee weapons required her to stay close to the enemy, which was exactly what all of her instincts screamed at her not to. Her daggers, be as they may, were mostly just for show since she'd only rarely had to pull them out. They were her favored melee weapons of choice not because they brought her frighteningly close to the enemy but because, if the situation ever got out of control, she had the option of throwing them at her target and taking off.
Still, she saw the sense in arming herself with a blade, however useless it might be. The halberd was clearly heavier than the spear, making it the less desirable choice of the two weapons considering that Mistletoe was one hand short.
"The shortspear's fine," Mistletoe said, uninjured hand wrapping around it when Derrick passed it over. Testing its weight -- slightly lighter than her usual longbow, probably due to rust and age -- Mistletoe leaned the weapon against her shoulder and looked around at her companions. "Onwards we go then?" she asked, moving towards the stairwell back down. The stairwell up had been reduced to rubble, and Mistletoe didn't really want to chance getting stuck on the wrong side when the group had pursuers. Behind her, Kenza was in agreement, following closely as the girl opened the door and headed into the next room.
@hekazu@lord of evil
Then there was the matter of herself and melee weapons. To say she was clumsy was putting it nicely -- compared to most hunters, she looked like a fish out of water most times, and a toddler learning to walk others. Of course she was better-versed than most common folk, but compared to the likes of Kenza or Derrick she might as well have just picked the weapon up. In her hands, a sword or a spear just felt wrong, like something vital was missing. Where was the elegance, the preciseness, the quiet decisiveness that came with using a bow? Melee weapons required her to stay close to the enemy, which was exactly what all of her instincts screamed at her not to. Her daggers, be as they may, were mostly just for show since she'd only rarely had to pull them out. They were her favored melee weapons of choice not because they brought her frighteningly close to the enemy but because, if the situation ever got out of control, she had the option of throwing them at her target and taking off.
Still, she saw the sense in arming herself with a blade, however useless it might be. The halberd was clearly heavier than the spear, making it the less desirable choice of the two weapons considering that Mistletoe was one hand short.
"The shortspear's fine," Mistletoe said, uninjured hand wrapping around it when Derrick passed it over. Testing its weight -- slightly lighter than her usual longbow, probably due to rust and age -- Mistletoe leaned the weapon against her shoulder and looked around at her companions. "Onwards we go then?" she asked, moving towards the stairwell back down. The stairwell up had been reduced to rubble, and Mistletoe didn't really want to chance getting stuck on the wrong side when the group had pursuers. Behind her, Kenza was in agreement, following closely as the girl opened the door and headed into the next room.
@hekazu@lord of evil
@LuckyBlackCat Yep that sounds like the plan.
@balthazar007 Since Shanae still possesses an evolution shard, I'm just going to "return" the item and refund her the TP points, if that's alright.
@balthazar007 Since Shanae still possesses an evolution shard, I'm just going to "return" the item and refund her the TP points, if that's alright.
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —Before Leisy could figure out a reply, a round of cries could be heard from inside the sandstorm. “Ella!” Leisy called, recognizing the voice. She took off in the direction of the sound, a hand stretched blindly in front of her in an attempt to find her friend. Behind her, she could hear the brunette girl running as well.
A black mass distracted the girl from her course, prompting her to leap back in fright. The darkness revealed itself to be a familiar red-eyed shape — Ella’s Duskull. A voice from somewhere near the brown-haired girl confirmed this, and Leisy forged her way through the sandstorm towards her friend’s voice. “Ella!” she called, finally spotting her friend. The pink-haired girl explained her plight, to which the brown-haired girl Leisy had met earlier — in a cool, confident manner — answered, kneeling down beside Ella’s injured Pokemon and pulling out a medkit.
“Wow, are you a nurse or a doctor-in-training?” she asked, fascinated by the girl’s practiced actions. A round of shrieks from the sandstorm interrupted her staring, tearing her away from the other two girls and into the sandstorm, her eyes seeking out her Pokemon under the protection of her sleeve.
“Devinco! Naunet!” she yelled, searching for her Pokemon in the swirling sands. Around her, Zubats seemed to be lost, their means of sight — echolocation — disrupted by the particles whirling around them as they shrieked in alarm. The Zubat’s cries seemed to be dwindling as, one by one, they took flight for the skies, retreating in light of the sandy onslaught.
When the last Zubat flapped out of the sands, struggling to right itself in midair, the sandstorm churned anew and disappeared all at once. The sand now gone, Leisy snapped her head around to look at the remaining two Pokemon on the field. At first glance, she was confused — where were her small, cute Pokemon that she could pick up and carry? As she stared, however, the two Pokemon’s features — the bipedal Pokemon’s flowing blue coat and the chrysalis-like Pokemon’s fierce eyes — registered with their names.
“Naunet? Devinco?” she asked, running forwards. As confused as she was, Leisy’s relief exceeded her initial surprise, propelling her into the hug. “I’m so glad you’re both okay,” she said, tearing up. Though she’d felt confident — sure, even — that her Pokemon would come out of the sandstorm fine, Leisy had seen Ella’s Inkay and felt the tight terror of a trainer unable to help. Seeing her Pokemon live up to her initial expectations made Leisy both proud and fearful. Her Pokemon were getting so strong, and she wasn’t sure if she was playing leader or catch-up at this point.
A nudge from the decently-sized penguin — now quite a bit bulkier than before — prompted Leisy out of her woes and into a smile. “Hey Naunet, looking good,” she teased, poking the bird Pokemon’s soft belly. Turning to her newly-evolved cocoon, Leisy slid finger along his exoskeleton. “You feel like a rock, Devi,” she giggled, rising to get a full view of both her Pokemon. “Evolution — it really is amazing, huh.”
The change aside, it was clear that Naunet had taken damage from the sandstorm; some loose sand was stuck to her, every action stirring more out of her feathers. Devi, on the other hand, seemed comfortable with the sand, but a bite-mark on the side of his shell indicated that he too had taken part in the scuffles.
“You both did wonderfully, so feel free to take a rest now, alright?” she said, returning the two Pokemon and putting their Pokeballs into her bag so that five became seven again. After a moment’s thought, Leisy pulled her Fletchinder’s Pokeball and released the fire-type. “Hey there, Bidein. Guess what? You’re not the only evolved Pokemon anymore,” Leisy said with a grin, walking back over to where Ella and the brown-haired girl were. “Is your Inkay alright? We’ve arrived at Feyhollow, so the Pokemon Center should be a quick trek.”
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Cillian Weiss
— Zephyr Strip —The windmill itself appeared sleek and stylish, smooth metal glinting starlight off its surface. It looks simple, but that can’t be true, Cillian thought, placing a hand on the cold surface. Inside, he could feel the thrumming of gears and wires hard at work. There’s no wind down here, but maybe higher up…
A sharp pop followed by a few growls caused Cillian to snap his head towards the sound. Rounding the side of the large, cylindrical structure, Cillian spotted a funny object stuck to the metal. Clearly made of metal, the round object had two magnets on either side and some nails sticking out of it, the surface of the metal sliding down to reveal… An eye? Cillian thought alarmed, taking a few steps back as to distance himself from the object. It’s a Pokemon! he realized, hurriedly pulling out his Pokedex to scan the strange Pokemon.
Magnemite: It is born with the ability to defy gravity. It floats in air on powerful electromagnetic waves. The electromagnetic waves emitted by the units at the sides of its head expel antigravity, which allows it to float. The units at its sides are extremely powerful magnets. They generate enough magnetism to draw in iron objects from over 300 feet away. The faster the units at its sides rotate, the greater the magnetic force they generate.
A crackle of electricity prompted Cillian to look up from the electric-type’s entry. “Why are you—Oh,” he said in realization as the Magnemite’s next spark fizzled out unimpressively. “You’re stuck.”
The Magnemite — its lone eye boring blankly into the trainer and his Pokemon — sparked another fizzle in what Cillian interpreted as agreement. Beside Cillian, his Scyther seemed unimpressed, looking on the steel-type with an apathetic gaze.
“Alright, sure. Why not,” Cillian said, retrieving a Pokeball from his belt. “I’ll lend you a hand.”
Cillian’s Bulbasaur appeared at his side in a spurt of red light, letting out a happy rumble when it saw its trainer. “Hey there, Mitis. Help me out and throw a Sleep Powder at this Magnemite, would you?” The Bulbasaur nodded, his bulb compressing briefly before blowing forth a puff of pink powder that splashed onto the steel-type, knocking the Magnemite out almost immediately.
“Huh. Funny that steel-types can fall asleep too,” Cillian said, approaching the now-sleeping Pokemon. He’d figured that — since the magnets were part of the Magnemite — the magnets would “turn off” if the Pokemon fell asleep. Apparently this was not the case.
Looking around, Cillian found two sticks that seemed sturdy enough to pick up a Magnemite. When he did, he returned to the steel-type and, using the two pieces of wood, gingerly picked the Magnemite up off the steel rod.
“There we are,” he said, grinning as he set the steel-type down. “All safe.” He paused, pulling out a Pokeball and dropping it on the Pokemon. Three shakes, and Cillian had officially caught himself a Magnemite.
Before he could celebrate, however, a growl sounded in the bushes behind him. Spinning around, the white-haired boy spotted a pair of red eyes that slid out in the form of a small, puppy-like Pokemon that bared its fangs at the trainer.
“A Rockruff!” Cillian exclaimed, recognizing the puppy-like Pokemon. While not the first choice for a pet Pokemon — most preferred Eevee’s doe-like eyes or Snubbull’’s quirky paradoxical looks — Rockruff were still common enough of a choice that Cillian recognized the Pokemon instantly. He did, however, get one thing wrong. “Rockruffs,” he amended when three more of the rock-type Pokemon slinked out from the bushes, growling.
Beside Cillian, his Pokemon had taken up defensive stances, Decus’ scythes splayed and ready and Mitti’s vines raised high as he gauged the threat. The four Rockruff were equally cautious, teeth bared as they judged the trainer’s Pokemon. The trainer seemed weak enough, not as big as most other humans. The bug-type at his side seemed like a threat, fierce and large, with blades big enough to do serious damage. The grass-type at its side appeared relatively harmless, although it smelled a bit funny — something that made the Rockruffs wary of leaping into battle.
Cillian watched the Rockruff quartet, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why were they so angry? As far as he was concerned, he hadn’t invaded their territory — he doubted any self-respecting rock-type would choose to live next to a steel, man-made structure, least of all a windmill — and he definitely hadn’t challenged the Rockruffs first. So, what was the matter?
I walked here with Decus, heard the Magnemite— Cillian’s eyes widened. Heard a pop of electricity, then growls.
“Don’t tell me — you all were planning on eating the Magnemite?” he asked, frowning at the wild Pokemon. The rock-types didn’t understand the trainer’s question, but his voice was loud enough to incite a new round of barks and growls.
Cillian looked to his own Pokemon, rubbing his neck. “Well, I guess this is a good chance to get some training in,” he said, sighing and cracking his knuckles. “Let’s do this.”
Ultimately — after his Pokemon had returned every Bite and Rock Throw with a Vine Whip or a Wing Attack — Cillian found himself walking away from three fainted Rockruffs and yet another Pokeball. “This guy must have been the leader. He had strong eyes,” he mused to himself, tossing the Pokeball up in the air before catching it and clicking it into place on his belt before continuing towards the station where he was due to meet Tora and Juana. “I’ve always wanted a puppy.”
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141CP
Nodding at Mistletoe, Kenza moved over to the suits of armour, hand grasping the handle of the sword and swinging it off its rack. Not light, she thought, twirling it around, but not heavy either. It's clearly lost some weight to rust.
Picking up the halberd, Kenza tossed it over to Derrick before sliding the shield off its rack. She made eye contact with Mistletoe, eyes holding a silent question: did she want the shield? It went without saying that Derrick was allotted the polearm and Kenza the sword since those were their weapons of choice anyway. There was no reason why the archer of the group would get the sword or halberd, but Kenza -- while she knew had carried shields before -- would have preferred another sword over a bulky shield any day. Besides, Mistletoe -- on part because her arm was injured -- lacked any real weapons, and Kenza felt that the shield would serve as some attempt at fairness if nothing else.
Meeting Kenza's eyes, Mistletoe shook her head. No, she said silently, you keep it. It'd be better in your hands, and there was no reason to split the tools between two people and weaken them both. The hunters were fighting for survival, and survival did not come with mercies and comforts.
Kenza nodded, understanding Mistletoe's unspoken message. Her eyes slid back to the suits of armor, a frown on her face. Considering the hunters' current situation -- trapped in an unknown structure and hunted by flying monsters -- Kenza didn't think it would be wise to suit up in clunky armor, however good of a barrier it'd be. Staying silent as to not stir up the gargoyle's attention, she looked over at Mistletoe and Derrick, nodding towards the gauntlets to make her question clear.
@hekazu@lord of evil
Picking up the halberd, Kenza tossed it over to Derrick before sliding the shield off its rack. She made eye contact with Mistletoe, eyes holding a silent question: did she want the shield? It went without saying that Derrick was allotted the polearm and Kenza the sword since those were their weapons of choice anyway. There was no reason why the archer of the group would get the sword or halberd, but Kenza -- while she knew had carried shields before -- would have preferred another sword over a bulky shield any day. Besides, Mistletoe -- on part because her arm was injured -- lacked any real weapons, and Kenza felt that the shield would serve as some attempt at fairness if nothing else.
Meeting Kenza's eyes, Mistletoe shook her head. No, she said silently, you keep it. It'd be better in your hands, and there was no reason to split the tools between two people and weaken them both. The hunters were fighting for survival, and survival did not come with mercies and comforts.
Kenza nodded, understanding Mistletoe's unspoken message. Her eyes slid back to the suits of armor, a frown on her face. Considering the hunters' current situation -- trapped in an unknown structure and hunted by flying monsters -- Kenza didn't think it would be wise to suit up in clunky armor, however good of a barrier it'd be. Staying silent as to not stir up the gargoyle's attention, she looked over at Mistletoe and Derrick, nodding towards the gauntlets to make her question clear.
@hekazu@lord of evil
@Balthazar007 Righhhht I just can't read xD (thought it was a "+" rather than a... you know what, i can't even find the division sign on my laptop, so I'm not gonna type it)
Alright, I'll edit the new formula into my previous post :)
//edit: I'm currently in the middle of a few exams so I'll save posting for the weekend! Sorry about the delay, all :/
// // edit 2: Balth, I just realized that your suggestion, while valid and good, doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things due to order of operations when it comes to multiplication and division, since both the (current level) and (next evolution level) values are getting multiplied in, whereas the (10) is getting divided in both cases.
Basically,
2/10*20 = 20/10*2 (since ten is the only number getting divided either way)
But, it does look nicer now and it's really kind of funny how slow I was to pick up on that math point so let's just laugh it off because I've already edited it in xD
//edit 3: ERK QUESTION: How do I calculate the level of Shanae's Pokemon who have been evolution shard-ed up?? Uh. Uhhhhh.
Alright, I'll edit the new formula into my previous post :)
//edit: I'm currently in the middle of a few exams so I'll save posting for the weekend! Sorry about the delay, all :/
// // edit 2: Balth, I just realized that your suggestion, while valid and good, doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things due to order of operations when it comes to multiplication and division, since both the (current level) and (next evolution level) values are getting multiplied in, whereas the (10) is getting divided in both cases.
Basically,
2/10*20 = 20/10*2 (since ten is the only number getting divided either way)
But, it does look nicer now and it's really kind of funny how slow I was to pick up on that math point so let's just laugh it off because I've already edited it in xD
//edit 3: ERK QUESTION: How do I calculate the level of Shanae's Pokemon who have been evolution shard-ed up?? Uh. Uhhhhh.
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