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Post by Robot on Jan 27, 2024 22:19:14 GMT
A wide ovoid green head with bugged out eyes, overlong fangs, limbs far too flat carried about a pair of intertwined ragged stalks catches Passe's sharp eyes. Clearly one of THE CREATURES. It flies without flying, and makes no sense, even if it doesn't exude the raw power of the others.
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Post by birdy51 on Feb 2, 2024 3:55:06 GMT
Passe issues the order. "Break them."Pulling into a smooth dive, Monolith screams their sonic cries breaking the calm of the night. Passe posts up on the back of Monolith's neck, her hand flickering with a shadow-borne energy. Monolith strikes the ground some distance away, kicking up out of the dive as their ---- breaks into the earth, picking up stones and rocks which it hurls at the creature. Passe then leaps from his back, her clawed hand seeking out the soul of the creature to usher it to a final demise. Be still. Die. Monolith is gonna come screeching in with with Frighten to drop it's Speed by two stages before hurling some Stone Edge at this Pokemon. Passe will start things off with Shadow Claw, hopin' for a crit.
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Monolith does a fright then hurls some rocks!
Stone Edge AC 5 - ZXltGZvc1d20+1 Crits on 16+
Damage? Rock Physical Rock Head gets thrown in as well. 3d10+82 + Rock Head 2d6
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Passe uses Shadow Claw!
AC 2 - 1d20 - Crits on 18+
Damage? Ghost Physical - 2d6+52 1d20+1·3d10+82·2d6·1d20·2d6+52
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Post by Robot on Feb 6, 2024 1:24:24 GMT
The creature crumples under a single blow, never having known what hit it. It leaves Passe with no sense of ease or satisfaction. This was the threat to Johto, and the world? Was there more? No. No it wasn't getting back up from that for some long time.
Mentor pecked the side of Passe's head and crowed before she could murder the thing. He shook his head. This was not the threat. Wings up, his outline lit with a rich blue light, images, possible futures reflected in those deep eyes as he probed the realm of what was and will be, to guide his charge.
(Make an Intuition check with Mentor, you may Probability Control the result if you wish.)
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Post by birdy51 on Feb 6, 2024 1:54:31 GMT
Pecked free from her murder sense, Passe still continues to stare impassively at the grounded creature, the dawning realization of her discovery having neither a negative or positive effect. The creature was out cold. Perhaps if Monolith would like, he could eat it. Such creatures were at least worth sustenance, but they were not worth killing. This wasn't her quarry. She allows her attention to drift to her companion, Mentor. ...And what a mesmerizing companion he was. Her eyes scanned quickly through the possibilities, though quite dazzled and unable to parse all of them. But she could parse something. Perhaps. Maybe. Hopefully. ...Just focus. Focus. Without dipping into Probability control, Muku rolled a 10, which is statistically, probably as good as she's going to get on a 2d6 Intuition check!
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Post by Robot on Feb 19, 2024 1:31:38 GMT
In the reflection of the visions that danced in Mentor's eyes, Passe spotted it. Their enemies gathered at a broad lake that teemed with giant angry murder fish. They would come down on Thel before long, though why the frailest of them, Passe could not say.
Mentor turned, facing north and slightly east, before taking wing with a cry.
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Post by birdy51 on Feb 19, 2024 22:33:05 GMT
"Monolith. We follow mentor. Take to ----..." Passe grits her teeth. Absence. Disconnect. Infuriating edges of her own recollection. "Do what you do... We go. We strike. ------- --------, ------- ---------."
And they --- into the night leaving the broken creature behind. It would get up eventually. Maybe. There other creatures out there more deserving of her particular brand of fury. Thel, the weak and the bony, needed to be protected. They would know her wrath in full.
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Post by Robot on Mar 2, 2024 12:43:40 GMT
Mentor takes the lead with Monolith behind, the duo and Passe making for the Lake of Rage where the battle for everyone's souls will begin in earnest. The countryside swept below, the wind in Passe's hair brought no joy. Ahead, in the growing dusk, shapes that were very unbird-like began to pour from the wilds and take to the air. Were they being shepherded by her, or luring her along? It was hard to say, but they did not turn as she cut them down. There was ever more.
The town where it all began grew in her sight. Faint illumination in the streets, and through the odd window. Monolith conserved his strength for now. He would need it for what was to come.
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Post by birdy51 on Mar 2, 2024 13:57:00 GMT
Monolith idles slowly, Passe's hand ripping through the unrelenting mist and darkness with annoyance. This was- What. What was this now? Not that it mattered. What mattered was the un-subjective objective that was the town. Of course it would be the town. Everything started here. This is where... This is where... Absence. Loss. Heartache. Her hand convulses, nearly losing it's grip on Monolith's spines. There were chained memories to this place, a fetid, oozing collection of things that threatened to bowl her over and sweep her off her feet were it to return, were it mean something. But it meant nothing. It. No, wrong. They? They meant nothing? No, they meant everything. What a curious brand of mourning, to cry for something that wasn't there. A tear uninvited crept down her cheek. "Come shadows, come shades. Drape me night." Passe intones. She would have no more worldly weakness, not when there was killing to be done. She bids Monolith to earth, where she drapes her hands through the shadows. Whatever *this* was, may they not be foes now. May their essence infuse her with what needs to be done as her corpse stain existence fades from reality into un-reality, her soul drifting in the in between. As Monolith takes flight until bidden once more, Passe's hands drift down to one partner on their belt in particular. With a small flicker of light, she summons Mmip to her side. Mmip. First partner. First friend. "Keep an eye on me." Passe says quietly. "Make sure I don't drift to far. Please."--- ...And so Passe wanders into the darkening hour, wherever Mentor leads her. She no longer fears the owls. The owls would be wise to fear her. Passe is going to go ahead and enter her Shadow Form and bind Silent Assassin as well. She is now functionally a Ghost Type and has the Dead Silent and Phasing Capabilities. She's also going to call on her ~UnEaRTHly MaGICks~ to try and understand the shadow situations at least a lil bit.
With a 10 on Occult... I think it tracks that Passe simply doesn't understand.
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Post by Robot on Mar 13, 2024 8:40:44 GMT
"Pluff" Declared Mmip fluffily. The convergence wasn't the raw stuff of shadows as far as Muku could tell. They had mass when Monolith struck, and often took a full assault to fell. They didn't fight back, as though there were no need.
On the ground she could see as they bled through space and into this reality, called physically or perhaps attentively to this space that had for time immemorial been beneath their notice. A scourge, a plague from beyond the reach even of the gods of this land.
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Post by birdy51 on Mar 14, 2024 10:13:47 GMT
Simply countless, like the shadows themselves. A bleed. Passe purses her lips uncomfortably. She could spend an entire day trying to cut these down and not make a dent. From her advantageous position five feet off the ground, floating ominously, she made a decision. This wasn't a problem she could kill. Why was it never something she could kill?! Awful.
No, if she wanted to resolve this situation, she would need help from the other Pokémon that hangs around in negative spaces.
Passe makes her hand as if to be a needle of anti-light, ghastly energy. Focuses. Prays. "Giratina, suffer no pretenders. Make me your claw. Let us suture this wound in reality."
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Post by Robot on Mar 19, 2024 0:26:40 GMT
We hear, and know, Passe. Came the girl's answer with no hesitation. So below, as above, the forces of our cosmos go to war. They move as so many insects around a Queen, crawling through every nick and cut in the spaces where too few can see much less reach. Your companions will find you, or you them, in the North. The Lord of the Distortion world's tone was pressed despite the swiftness of his answer. End this, and I will return what is yours and more, with my thanks.
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Post by birdy51 on Mar 20, 2024 1:43:10 GMT
"It shall be done." Returns a passive Passe passively, for her mind was fomenting into a bubbling brew of rash ill-tempered confusion. Did Giratina think her so weak so as to need her past, her connection? No, on some level she must surely be better for having forgotten. There was pain in that void, a mess of a creature who died for a reason. She was stronger in this form. Better in this un-life.
But to refuse a gift?
She did not like it. She did not have to. The scythe does not consider the chaff. It merely cuts with purpose. Precision. The harvest was coming, and a queen to receive with a dead, cold reception. Passe floats off the ground ominously, her cloak billowing despite the absence of a breeze. Grasping purpose, a talon of Giratina's wicked claw slinks to the north.
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Less passively, and with less overwhelming dread, follows of course a ball of puff and joy, though joy somewhat diminished by the overwhelming edge of the Muku's decidedly off-putting manners and lack of respect for the law of gravity. Not that the puff cared about gravity either. They smile. So long as a lovely wind blows, gravity could just suck it. Just absolutely stuff it. With cotton. Because Mmip was made of cotton and on some level, wanted everyone to know that.
But more important, maybe Mmip wanted to make sure the Muku wasn't alone. They fly by, smiling in the face of the grey. Maybe trainer Muku just needed a reminder on how to be trainer Muku. Mmip could be that for them. They were friend. Friend Muku. And sometimes, they just needed to know that, yes?
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Post by Robot on Mar 31, 2024 12:57:37 GMT
Dusk pushed the sun past the horizon, a sliver of reds and oranges as day made its last gasps. As shapes unlike any belonging to this world coursed through Mahogany town.
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