Vertigo

Its a Digiman Adventure ;)

Also down for either, really. As for a crest, Dedication's the only one that fits the character idea I have, but it seems like a bunch of people are interested in that one already, hrm. I could always just switch concepts though, or wait to see if there'll be additions/changes to the options.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

I'm game for either option! Fellwing kind of wants to support Stargaze in finding her old friend and ask some questions while at it before heading to the stronghold, unless the latter is on the way/closer. But she's not fussy either way.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Sαɯყҽɾ

^{mentions: Ryker, Hestia @Ambra, Fiona @Psyker Landshark, Astrid @LuckyBlackCat, Bianca @Majoras End}
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In his quest to avoid eye contact, Sawyer hadn't even paid attention on who he sat next to. So when he heard Astrid address him from nearby, he nearly jumped. Sawyer turned to find her and give her a quick nod as a greeting, but made sure not to stare for too long. He didn't really know much about dress codes - except that he hadn't followed one in the slightest - and so he considered her sparkly dress plenty fancy.

"Caffeine's for folks that can't get their asses in gear without. Or that work too much. Ain't anyone ever accused me of either, so y'all can keep yer fuel," he chuckled, "Only real drinks for me, thanks."

Astrid's attention was stolen by the Snom and in turn, Sawyer's by a jealous Comet. He still hadn't gotten used to seeing the thing as a Raichu - and it looked like he wouldn't have time to do it now, either. Fiona's voice boomed over the various conversations, immediately reminding Sawyer of her presence. He turned away from the Pokémon drama to glance over at her, grin even wider than before.

"Yeah? Cause I just talked shit and ain't seen you do fuck about it!" he hollered back, matching her middle finger with one of his own. Now this was more his kind of scene. All they needed was a drinking competition and a drunken bar fight, and he'd be right at home. "A'ight, I'll take yer word for the drinks. But it's your ass on the line if their shit ain't up to par."

Sawyer gave her a quick, dismissive wave as thanks, then turned to the bartender. The man likely wasn't happy to have his skills questioned right in front of his face, but let none of it show. Boring. "Wedgehurst mule."

Just then, Ryker stood up, looking like he was about to give a speech. Fucking Fiona, why'd she have to go and encourage the brat? Rolling his eyes, Sawyer turned back to the bartender, "... Make it extra strong."

The normal type gym leader got the general gist of the speech, much as he tried to avoid paying it too much attention - unlike Hestia, who was practically glued to her seat. Sawyer never could decide whether she was obsessed with Ryker or his position, as much as she claimed it was the latter. Well, whatever.

The kid waxed poetic about passion and overcoming challenge, but Sawyer was hardly moved by his spiel. He already knew the whole fucking challenge was steeped in politics, and it was only a matter of time before the other realized it too. All it would take was one scandal. Still, Sawyer did raise his glass with the rest of them, if only to immediately down half of its contents - and nearly spill the other half, when he noticed Bianca had come over to pet Glutton. W-when?! Damn she was quiet. And fast.

Glutton purred loudly, pushing against Bianca's hand.

"The lil shit likes you," Sawyer mumbled and took another swig. "Careful, she starts all cute 'n shit and the next thing you know, she's eaten through yer wallet. Literally."

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Before Stargaze had a chance to answer, Skobeloff chimed in with an observation - an accurate one, at that. Nothing ever escaped him, it seemed. Fellwing cast him a sharp look. He wasn't wrong, and Fellwing didn't want to lie, but she also didn't want the others to worry - and the contents of her vision were worrisome indeed.

Fellwing wasn't sure if Skobeloff had even caught the look she gave him, as the trickster's attention was soon stolen by Garrock and Shieldwing. Fellwing paid them little mind, her focus solely on Stargaze.

"I'll be mindful of the swamps," she smiled. "In exchange, do keep an eye out for any... strangers, I suppose."

"Ever since that stranger showed up in the hollow, no one has been actin' right."

Who was the stranger, and how were they connected to the weird behaviour of the locals? Was it magic or madness that plagued them, and was it just the brownies?

While Fellwing was lost in thought, Shieldwing proposed a marching order. From what bits and pieces the black drake gathered, she had no objections - though she didn't plan to stray too far from the two leading the group. She didn't know what exactly she had to be looking out for, but she wanted the best chances of finding it.

As Shieldwing finished, Fellwing couldn't help but notice how proud he seemed. She smiled, letting her gaze wander over to Garrock. Hm, she supposed she could help out a little.

"Impressive leadership, Shieldwing!" she made sure her tone sounded sufficiently inspired, and that she spoke loud enough for the old drake to hear. "Then, let us not waste any time."

She had many questions for Echo, and little patience to spare.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Was also confused by Seer and Trickster stat spread - you'd think Trickster would be cunning but cowardly for example...

Will post tomorrow (getting late here), got a bunch to react to now!

Its a Digiman Adventure ;)

I'm cool with hybrid, or even going in completely blind

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Also going to let Stargaze have a turn before I go again! Otherwise my post would be very short :D

Its a Digiman Adventure ;)

Sure, I'm always down for good ol' a Digimon rp

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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It didn't take a seer to notice Garrock's disdain for the young drakes he led, but Fellwing was hardly bothered. In the grand scheme of things, one bearded dragon's opinions mattered little. Who was Garrock but an old, clutchless fool throwing a tantrum anyhow? Honestly.

Flying had always been one of Fellwing's fortes, be that she could only really 'fly' with magical assistance. Many of her earliest visions had taken her to the skies even before her wings had however, and so she was familiar enough with theory and technique to control her glide comfortably. And thank the moons for that. She was a light, petite dragon always at the mercy of gusts, so not knowing how to navigate currents could have proven fatal quick.

Fellwing barely heard the old dragon's taunts about their imminent landing. The closer to the island they'd gotten, the clearer she recalled her earlier vision. Again and again, an older brownie's face seeped into her thoughts. Red eyes, sharp teeth, and dark green patches.

She'd meant to ask Stargaze about it time and again. Even as Fellwing swept down gracefully and landed upon a glittering beach, she rehearsed her phrasing. But seeing her clutchmate so excited to welcome them to her home, the seer couldn't help but hesitate.

Then Shieldwing crashlanded with a series of thuds and grunts, and Fellwing was snapped out of her thoughts - and her worries.

"Well," she mused, remembering what he'd declared so boisterously just a moment ago. Her tone was teasing, but friendly. "Some of us can handle ourselves, at least."

Her eyes swept over the clawed creature, then back to Stargaze. Her voice was soft and calm as usual, revealing none of the urgency that churned her insides. "Your home is beautiful, Stargaze. But do tell, is there... anything else than the crabs here we should be wary of?"

A strange sickness, perhaps, she pondered.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Sαɯყҽɾ

^{mentions: Mika (or rather, the Snom) @Solace, Fiona @Psyker Landshark}
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The flight from Turffield to Wyndon was long enough that Sawyer had briefly considered taking a taxi. The distance itself was no problem for a tough old bird like Monarch, but the Staraptor's tendency to fight everything in her path didn't exactly make for a smooth ride. One look at the taxi fares, and Sawyer had quickly changed his mind. A life-threatening fight or two didn't seem quite that bad when weighed against bankruptcy. Damn, maybe he should have started a competing taxi service as a side gig?

"You'd hate that shit, wouldn't ya?" Sawyer mumbled from atop the raptor's back. Contrary to safety protocol, he was sitting cross-legged, holding onto nothing but a Glameow on his lap. Luckily the winds weren't too strong, and there weren't many miles left besides. "Carrying other people."

Monarch let out a screech that left no room for doubt.

They arrived less than an hour later without too much trouble. A few Tranquill were likely left traumatised after happening upon the Staraptor's flight path, but Sawyer had made sure they'd gotten away without any fatal injuries.

He hopped off Monarch's back, gave her a handful of snacks and a good ruffle as thanks, then recalled her back into her ball to rest. Glutton would refuse to get back into hers anyway, so Sawyer let her ride on his shoulder instead.

"The Last Dahlia," he grumbled, scrolling over to the invitation. The name didn't ring a bell. Probably some fancy-ass venue specifically reserved for them. What a waste; Wyndon was packed full of amazing old bars with some of the best damn beer he'd ever had, and they'd be stuck sipping on some fucking cocktails made of syrup and pretense. Like the others, he presumed, he'd been told to dress for the occasion. Hyacinth had emphasized the importance of a tie, in particular.

So Sawyer wore one; wrapped around his bruised knuckles in lieu of bandages. The soft fabric felt pleasant against his skin, but didn't really help with the bleeding. Whatever. All it really had to do was make a point: if the chairman wanted to dictate what someone wore around their neck, he should get a dog.

When Sawyer finally found The Last Dahlia and stepped inside, he immediately realized the others had taken Hyacinth's insistence far more seriously. The bar was as fancy as he'd feared, but even more notably, so were its patrons. Just the fact that his fellow gym leaders had dressed up wasn't really what shocked him, though. It was... actually seeing them be all fancy in person and realizing how good many of them looked in their dresses and make up. It... well, shit.

As easily flustered as ever, Sawyer decided to glue his eyes onto the floor and make his way over to the bar as quickly as he could. Apart from the tie on his hand, he wore a get up very similar to what he usually did. He donned loose pants, a leather jacket and a few too many chains to be considered fashionable. They jingled as he made his way towards the bar and planted his ass on a stool.

"Oi, Fiona!" he called out over the various conversations happening around him, but kept his eyes fixed on the bottles behind the bar. If there was anyone who knew their alcohol, it was the flying type gym leader - and he could use a dose of her informality right about now. "Know if they got anythin' decent here? And don't try to sell me on that caffeinated piss water this time!" Sawyer grinned. He didn't even have to look her way to guess that she was probably drinking her usual tonic wine again. He'd tried it once, as one should before dissing anything, but it wasn't his thing.

Just then, he noticed a peculiarly coloured Snom a little distance from him, nestling around Mika's neck. What embarrassment still lingered on his face washed away as he followed the little critter with his gaze. Glutton did, too.

"No. You ain't eatin' the Snom," Sawyer told it firmly. The Glameow let out a displeased yowl as if it was just told to starve to death.