Scotti
He/Him
19
January 23
Wyndon
Bisexual
Cake Decorator
Cadet
I might not feel pain, but I can still bleed.
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Biscotti Kingsley
VCT: Scotti + Sio
POSTED ON Jan 31, 2024 16:57:36 GMT
[attr="class","blbqimg"] [attr="class","bisc"]With the mandatory rest period, there’s no dodging that attack. The paint splatters across the big cat’s skin. Like lava, it instantly draws up blisters. Black claws lift to irritably brush it off, only mussing her fur farther in the process. But the pain is way less than that earlier fighting attack. So, in that sense, the ploy was successful. Now, the goop drips from each of her fingertips like craftroom blood.. A bit of the spray covers her natural mask, forcing the Incineroar to close her eyes. When she opens those blue beauties, anger’s apparent. If Jangle hates one thing it’s getting messy. Saberteeth jut past her bottom lip as she glares at the troll. Like a bullwhip, her tail slashes through the air behind her. With a grunt, Jangle rises to her feet. Then, in the next instant, she’s blazing like a meteor toward Quill’s torso. Though there’s recoil to consider, there’s only one heart left. It was time to push that advantage! Which, judging by what happens next, works in her favor. As those first flames lick at Quill, the final HP point vanishes on Sio’s end. With a sigh, the Incineroar flickered off. She stuck out a paw for the little simian-dog thing to shake. Biscotti, meanwhile, grins. A whoop of excitement escapes as he rushed toward Sio. “You guys did awesome! I’ve never seen a Smeargle punch someone before!” Reaching in his pocket he offered up a shiny piece of paper. “Here!” Sure, it wasn’t a gym badge, but he liked to think free doughnuts were better. And, uh, maybe it’d make up for cutting her off earlier.
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