harper beck
they/he
twenty-nine
august 11
stow-on-side, galar
pansexual
forger
rocket admin
long black tulips, born in your blue tints. lemongrass eyelids, smoke in your slick lips.
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fern delaney
PAAA: MT. PYRE
POSTED ON Nov 17, 2022 1:17:21 GMT
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When he came to, he was in a..bush? The world spun around Fern as he tried to sit himself up. It came back in patches before it all clicked into place like fragmented puzzle pieces. Strong grip, darkness. The clank of metal on his wrists and the inability to pull them more than a few inches apart. “Shit.” Lifting both hands to awkwardly push his mask up his head, he hissed at the pain it immediately caused as the hard material dragged against his definitely broken nose. Blearly, he blinked as light filtered back into his vision and his head swam.[break][break]
Rolling onto his side and then pushing himself up onto his knees, he worked at fishing a pin from his pocket. Always keep one on your person, tip of the day, he thought to himself sardonically. He managed to unlatch one, and let the other dangle on his wrist for the time being. Morticia swam back into view and he looked up at the haunter. “Where did you go?” he complained, but she ignored him. Moments later, Marza followed. “Was tryin’ to get up the mountain.” His voice was nasally from the blood and crooked angle of his nose. “I couldn’t stay over where..” Where Ceci had–no. Nope. It was a trail he couldn’t afford to go down. If he did, he wouldn’t be of any good.[break][break]
The forger gave his friend a pitiful look. Still, he let her snap his nose back into place with a sort of practiced ease that called into question how many times she’d done it. This was the first time for him, so he definitely howled. Just a little bit. Very manly-like.[break][break]
Fern barked out an empty laugh, “Who knew it would take multiple gunshots and a stab wound to make you this chatty. I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Let me see that.” He scooted closer to her in order to better examine the awkwardly tied wound in her side. “Whatever. At least you didn’t play underdog against a, like, seven foot tall behemoth.” Fern was pretty sure that hadn’t been a dude. That was a machoke in a people costume (sorry, Gwyar Wledig , lol.)[break][break]
He sighed as he packed the spot with gauze as gently as he could manage. “Honestly, you’re lucky I fit so many packets in my pockets…” it was a half-hearted chide. They still had an objective out here, didn’t they? The resounding sound of shattering glass rolled down the mountain, making his already ringing head thrum heavier. “Ugh. For once, I’m not into these dramatic entrances.” Still, his glance drifted up to the display and the offer that was put forward by Father Winter. Then it moved to Marza.[break][break]
His reaction felt…different than hers. He was absolutely, undoubtedly over this. He wanted to turn tail, but just in his ill-advised smackdown at the hands of that leaguer, Fern was tired of retreating. Or rather, he had to keep going because if he didn’t, he’d have to stop and reconcile with the losses he wasn’t quite ready to deal with yet. “We should…get up there.” Of course, he fully anticipated harsh rebuttal, but it was fine. It wouldn’t bother him.[break][break]
“Guess I’m tails, then,” he replied as Marza flipped her own coin in tandem, flashing a thumbs up as he managed one of his typical, cheeky winks. It still rang a little hollow, though. Eventually, he wasn’t content to sit and watch the looming meteor draw closer. He pushed himself back up onto shaky legs so that Morticia could LEVITATE him onto her back, and they could see about this primal-point-horse-palkia nonsense business. “Shall we?”[break][break]
He looked down at Marza. “If you don’t come, I get bragging rights for a month. No, a year.” As he waited, he fished out Cora’s ball, releasing the fainted corsola and dosing her with a revive that had primarily been brought along in the case that his dragapult fainted, and he needed to teleport. So much for that. [break][break]
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[attr="class","ooc"] mask[break] + fern waking to being handcuffed, courtesy of Gwyar Wledig [break] + picks a lock on one, is found by Marza Volchitsa [break] + just some mutual quick first aid[break] + his haunter lifts him with LEVITATE so he can ride up there, presumably to carry on the goal of getting the primal crystal[break] + chooses tails[break] + revives his galarian corsola[attr="class","poke-sprite pokemon dragapult"]
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