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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Apr 7, 2024 2:10:03 GMT
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Beneath the ice fields, the chasm wwas almost sweltering. Ice quickly gave way to almost tropical trees. Frozen icicles were now washed away by the roar of nearby waterfall. “Damn, Yakky.” Madd’s voice is punctuated by a whistle. Or, at least, her best approximation of one.

She’d never gotten the hang of it. “Look at this place.” Sure, that pamphlet made it sound dangerous. Like some sort of time travel horror flick. But, from here, it looked unspoiled. The kind of place an environmentalist dreamed of.

But that idealistic impression ended pretty quick. There was already trash blowing through the long grass. “People suck.” She picked up what seemed to be a discarded chip bag before letting it drop back to the floor. There wasn’t exactly anywhere to put it.

Sure, she didn’t want to work for Rocket anymore, but who could turn down a paycheck like that? It wasn’t like she was actually doing anything immoral. She was just grabbing some plant samples for the scaredy cats in research. And, unless it was poisoning someone with salad, she doubted it’d end up being dangerous.

A bush nearby caught her eye. Pulling up her phone, she swiped through the provided pictures again. “I think this is one of them.” She paused as she noticed the thorns. “Hold it still for me.” After the Obstagoon did so, Madd moved forward with a pair of mini snips.
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Apr 7, 2024 11:08:50 GMT
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Somewhere far away, a prehistoric creature howls. It is a land displaced from the proper flow of causality. Time moves slower than it should. They exist in a land marching to the beat of its own drum. Here, old world orders reign even as robots battle for supremacy.[break][break]
It’s a bad assignment for a man already chronically overworked. Although expeditions into the crater have died down since March, both League and Rocket still endeavor to mine the area for intel and resources. There is always a need to know more, to have more. Much and more can be gleaned in the light of tera crystals.[break][break]
Navy’s presence serves to keep monsters away from League checkpoints. He has made himself a part of the ecosystem. Creatures understand it is more trouble to deal with him than it is worth. There is easier prey in other parts of the crater. He has fought the worst this place has to offer and lived to tell the tale alongside his retinue of Pokemon.[break][break]
So, when he stumbles across one lone girl taking flower samples, he blinks. Navy cuts a dashing figure atop his Rapidash, its mane of silver flame blowing in an imperceptible wind. Pulling up on the reins, his horse stops.[break][break]
“Ma’am, it’s dangerous out here---” His warning is stopped by recognition. “Ms. Mckenna? What in the world are you doing here? How’d the League rope you into volunteering for this gig?”



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Madd
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Apr 27, 2024 15:40:41 GMT
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If she’d heard herself described as a flower girl, Madd might have laughed. That descriptor sounded like her dad’s dream and her nightmare. It kind of sucked. If he hadn’t pushed her toward everything feminine, she might have come to appreciate it. Now, however, those things were forever soured. The sight of a child’s sundress made her shiver.

In her bag was a medley of bottles. While most of these are empty when Navy arrives, there are a few filled ones. These are labeled in a surprisingly graceful cursive script. Though the scientific names do not mean much to her, she’s copied them over without typos. As Navy approaches, the Obstagoon at her side jerks his head up. “Staaa!” He drops a meaty paw on her shoulder. He then shakes her back and forth like a dashboard hula dancer. "Yakky!" He stops. With a blink, she jerks her head in the indicated direction.

For a second, she’s dazzled by the sight of a sheriff on a Rapidash. The thing glimmers with almost mercurial silver flames. But, then, there’s an awkward fumble as she drops the bottle she’d been working on. With the pony here, the guy felt way more like a Wild West official. And, she was a criminal. One who now knew what she’d done to the guy.

It takes her a minute to shake off that awkward feeling. The League? She laughs as she drops the bottle into her bag. “The fact that it’s not volunteering.” She was getting paid a good amount for plants. Enough that the danger of the place was written off. “I don’t really have time to work for free.” Except for BINGO at the old folk’s home once a month. But that was entertainment. “And, if I’m being honest, both sides suck.” Maybe that’d throw him off of asking too many questions.

Diehard Leaguers tended to jump on soap boxes at the first hint of aspersion.
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Michael Navidson
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Apr 30, 2024 4:24:24 GMT
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He looks down on her with a passive expression, listening to what she has to say. It makes him smile. She speaks many truths.[break][break]
“Oh yes they do. Try being up at Ever Grande all the time. You put that many big egos in a room and it turns into a mess.” Navy dreads the next AQUA assembly, knowing that he will be called to argue with many of those ego. The notion eats him up with dread, but he has a terribly hard time being anything but honest about what he thinks is best.[break][break]
“Hope the League’s paying you good for this. Usually, we’d send more folk out to help with sample collections.” One person, out by themselves in this mess? It makes him wonder who authorized this. The notion of the woman he’s speaking with lying to him never crosses his mind, not even for an instant. With so many windmills masquerading as giants, it’s easy to miss the thief slipping in to steal some grain.[break][break]
“Would you mind if I help you? There’s…there’s lots of trouble here in the crater.” As if to accentuate his point, some distant monster chooses that precise moment to roar across the chasm. It sends a flock of Rookidee flying up, running away from trouble. No dragon makes its presence further known, but the cry serves as warning enough.[break][break]
There’s trouble about, trouble all around them. Living paradoxes thirst for the blood of those born in their proper time.[break][break]
“If you ask me…being here’s like playing with fire. Wish Walsh and the council could both see that.”




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Madd
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON May 27, 2024 2:56:56 GMT
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For a second, the Rocket panicked. Saying that shit in front of a gym leader didn’t seem advisable. But she was tired of all the fighting and bullshit. When push came to shove, they seemed to be able to play nice. Look at what happened in Galar! But, the second Mommy and Daddy went away, fighting broke out again. “Glad somebody agrees with me.” The young woman mutters as she tugs another plant free. “I was starting to think you guys were brainwashed.”

And wouldn’t her dumbass know all about that? First, Dad’s Malamar had turned her into some music box ballerina. Then, her loser boyfriend had become the center of her world. Somehow, she’d ended up some club bunny. Then, joined a terrorist organization. Back when Rocket had been her only friend, she’d been the same way. Somehow, she’d spent the last half of her life jumping from pot to fire. “I don’t get how any of these people got there.” Money? Power? Just sheer dumb luck?

There’s a chuckle predating his next comment. Like there’s something he doesn’t know. “Yeah. That’s on me.” Her shoulders raise in a shrug. “I think that’s a lot of people to pick a few plants.’ It wasn’t like she was alone anyway. She had Yakuza with her. With surprising delicacy for her build and hands, she screws the next sample into a bottle. It’s slipped into her bag—a worn canvas messenger covered in rock band stickers, sarcastic pins, and horror movie pins.

“I’d be stupid to turn down free help.” She turns to offer a smirk, but there’s a flash of guilt in those eyes. “But I figured you guys had more important stuff to do.” This guy seems so chill. Definitely not the scary sheriff she’d heard the others rant about. The dragon draws her attention for a moment. That thing looked like something out of a fantasy novel. Any comments on its appearance vanish at Navy’s last comment.

For a moment, the ginger goes silent. “They aren’t the ones getting burned.” It was people like her, no, people like Navy’s brother. She sighed. “And, until that changes, they won’t care.” She remembers previous encounters with Rocket’s Mad Dog. The way he smirked as he made people feel his blade. The way he pushed innocent morons to do his dirty work.

Still, she wasn’t sure what was so wrong about this place. It was beautiful and untouched. Sure, these were bigger and scarier, but that didn’t mean much. Even a Wooper could cause earthquakes. With people blowing up public buildings on a weekly basis, risk took on a new meaning. “Honestly, I think it’s this place we should worry about.” By next week, there’d be a Wendy’s. Then, some rich guys condominium. “It’ll be rubble in no time.”

Funny. She wasn’t aware she’d become a hippy.

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Michael Navidson
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Sheriff
5'10" / 177.8 cm height
5'10" / 177.8 cm height
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON May 29, 2024 2:06:28 GMT
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His presence alone seems to ward off the paradox Pokemon wandering through the valley. Once he notices that, he takes a seat on a conveniently flat rock. It serves well enough for a seat, although he’d kill for a cushion. Beggers can’t be choosers when you’re traversing a mystical world carved out by tera crystals.[break][break]
“Most folk up top don’t see the big picture.” It’s true for either side. , a woman he comes to respect more and more, does her best. One woman can only do so much. Those under her delegate. She herself, and all the rest, have their vices and biases. Navy can only hope that, when everyone in the League’s battered government is brought together, that they can be more than the sum of their parts.[break][break]
“We should never have come here. Humans, I mean. There’s a reason Paldea guards its Area Zero like it’s a doomsday machine.” A stray thought crosses his mind, a question about whether Paldea’s Area Zero has Paradox Pokemon as well. Navy supposes it doesn’t matter. Without an active Rocket incursion, it’s not like they’ll break out. His own region has too many troubles.[break][break]
“But we’re here now. No unringing the bell, especially after that black monster decided to blast a hole in the ground.” He wonders how calling by that name must sound to one who does not know him. That beast, which devours the light freely, seems ill fit to be called a human with the destruction he can cause with but a flick of the finger.[break][break]
“Being here’s no trouble, by the way. League oughtta have its head examined, sending folk out to pick flowers.” He can sense an argument with or coming already, oblivious to Madeline’s true allegiance. “A government that can’t protect its own ain’t no fit government at all, so I’ll just sit here and head back with ya whenever you get ready.”





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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Jun 3, 2024 4:28:17 GMT
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Something about having Navy perched above her makes her nervous. The guy might talk like a country bumpkin, but he’s pretty damned insightful. Some part of her almost wonders if he can smell the Rocket on her. If he’s just waiting for the right time—the right slip—to strike. You sound like Aubre. The next plant is tugged out by its root and shoved in its tube with unwarranted aggression. “It’s funny. You’d think that would make it easier.” The peons were the ones staring at the walls of trenches in No Man’s Land. But, then again, confidence and blindness seem to go hand-in-hand. It’s hard to enjoy the scenery when your head’s up your arse.

“You can say that again.” Already there are signs of people all over the place. A few ration wrappers from the League. The leakage from a Revroom some dumbass brought down with them. “It’s like they’ve never seen a movie before.” Sure, Area Zero wasn’t time traveling, but it was still plenty dangerous. Who's to say what seeing those iron monstrosities would lead people to do? It could lead to Macro Cosmos making a whole new generation of Murder Donphan. “But people here aren’t content to let sleeping Arbok lie.” You’d think the war and stuff would be enough. But, no, Hoennians were a bunch of masochists.

Which, she supposes, Madd has no right to criticize. She’s literally carrying off pieces of this place for a few extra bucks. “I guess that’s true. Genies don’t go back in the bottle.” Not unless their bosses really sucked. “It’s hard to believe one man did all this,” Madeline murmurs to herself. Just a few months ago, she’d bummed a smoke off of him. And, now, that guy could swallow the sun.

At the talk of picking flowers, Madd laughs. “When my dad said he wanted me to be girlier, I don’t think this is what he was talking about.” At the talk of government protection, her brow furrows. It hadn’t done anything to stop her from signing her life away. There’s a pause as she turns the flower in her hands. “Still, I get why I’m here.” She lifts her eyes as an Iron Jugulus flies overhead. “Maybe this little sprig can cure—”

A shudder runs down her spine as she notices the Paradox Pokemon pause. Its three sets of screens lock onto the pair as its body begins to spark with an eerie violet light.

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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Jun 3, 2024 8:00:17 GMT
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“All we can do’s try to make the best of life during wartime, with a bunch of gods and demigods walking the earth.” He sounds reserved, praying that better people will come up with a true solution to their predicament. Somehow, he doesn’t think that’s going to happen. Events will spiral, cycling down and down and down until they’ve reached bedrock and there’s nowhere left to go. He wonders what will happen when they reach that point, what pressure cooker event will finally set this region ablaze.[break][break]
I just know those Dark Triad guys will be watching. A grimace accompanies the thought. Watching. Pointing. Laughing. Hoping Mckenna, me, and everyone we know dies.[break][break]
Genocide on the scale they desire is something almost incomprehensible to a mind like Navy’s. Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to dwell on it for long. Something’s coming for them – something big, mean, a paradox that resembles a Hydreigon.[break][break]
Navy rouses himself, standing up and looking at the creature without fear. If he shows fear to any creature that lives within these depths, be it futuristic machine or ancient beast, they will press their advantage. Instead, his hand shoots to his hip in a gunslinger’s draw.[break][break]
“Stay behind me.” He warns her. “I’ve got this.” With a clean throw, he releases his Aegislash. Dragonslayer becomes a mainstay of his team more and more. Aegislash are rare. In ancient times, it was said that earning one’s loyalty marked one as fit to rule. Navy doesn’t know the truth of that legend, nor does he think he’s any sort of king. All he knows is that Dragonslayer’s king’s shield protects them from a blast of mechanized energy.[break][break]
A second pokemon lurks in the machine’s shadow, sneaking up and stabbing it in the back with a shadowy kunai. One blow is not enough to take down a Pokemon of this caliber, but it’s enough to buy Madd time.



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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Jun 12, 2024 0:41:53 GMT
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The ginger sighs. “It’s not much of a life, is it?” Her head gave a single shake, the curls flowing around her cheeks. “We should just go back to shooting each other.” Giving these warmongers power over life, death, and the sun, was messed up. It just took an already horrible thing and made it worse. That slip of the tongue implied she’d be at the frontlines too.

Sure, she’d avoided making herself present until now. But sooner or later someone would notice. And then it’d be kill or be killed. The former wasn’t an option anymore. Not after knowing who’d ended up hurt by that errant punch.

Fortunately, the techno-dragon provided a distraction. You’re too nice, you know that? The redhead found herself reminded of her cousin, though she didn’t know why. Navy didn’t quiver like a leaf. He faced down his enemy with the coolness of a cucumber. But the fact that he was shorter than her made Madd laugh. “That’s a big ask, Mr. Navidson.”

She shook her head. “And if you think I’m letting you play martyr, you mixed me up with someone else.” She wasn’t Daddy’s little princess. She also wasn’t a badass, life-taking terrorist. She was somewhere in between. But these boots weren’t made for abandoning people. Especially not someone her actions had already hurt.

“Yakuza—” The weasel is a little slow on the uptake. He was halfway through the ‘he loves me not’ game with a flower when the Aegislash struck. His trainer’s encouragement gets him to his feet. “Goon?”

She shakes her head. “Do you have any idea what this thing is? Typewise?” It was ugly. But that didn’t mean much. Steel? Maybe dark? Dragon? Its Dark Pulse seems to confirm it’s not a freaking fairy type. This attack leaves the ground between them and the sword scorched—shadows ripple oddly on its surface.

“Ah, screw it.” Brushing the question aside, she gestures the reluctant badger forward. It flew, right? Wings were pretty fragile. “Rock Slide!” Stones lift from the earth around them before rocketing toward their target.


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Michael Navidson
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Jun 16, 2024 10:33:14 GMT
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She’s got moxie, he’ll give her that. Just now, as it hovers on the brink of disaster, Navy thinks the world could use a little more moxie. Far be it from him to tell someone what they can and can’t do in a time of crisis. He’s not in the business of turning down help – especially when faced with an Iron Jugulis that seems real.[break][break]
So many of these paradoxes seem half-baked, like they’re caught between two worlds. This creature is solid, firmly here, and ready to kill them if they’re not careful. At least a random flare-up of electricity hasn’t activated the creature’s quark drive yet. Thank Arceus for small miracles.[break][break]
“It’s not a dragon or a steel type. I know that much.” Yakuza’s rocks fly out, battering the machine. Its three heads whine their protest at the attack, but they are not deterred. It will take more than that to bring down a Pokemon of this caliber.[break][break]
“Let me show ya why I call this guy Dragonslayer.” Surrounded by tera crystals, there’s no better place to terastallize. Energy is pulled into the crest, sending a pulse of energy that starts in the bones of his palm and crawls up his arm. Possibility lights up his arm, and he bathes his blade in fae light.[break][break]
Navy wonders what sort of worlds his Pokemon beholds in the reflections cast be the crystals. He imagines it’s a far more whimsical world than this one – a beautiful world, with a little more magic. Dragonslayer’s runes glow brighter for the effort, his handguard turning into an elaborate butterfly. The blade casts a spotlight on itself, drawing the attention of Iron Jugulis away from Yakuza.[break][break]
Each of its heads gathers energy. One comes alight with ice. Another, fire. The third, electricity. They fire their beams, each individual strand growing greater than the sum of its parts as it charges towards the Aegislash.[break][break]
“Show me what your buddy here can do!”



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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Jun 20, 2024 1:37:20 GMT
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The redhead sighs. “There goes my guess.” Orange eyes bounce from its dark belly to its steel frame. Not steel or dragon type, huh? Her hands curl into fists as she peers up irritably at the thing. “Nature really likes screwing with us, huh?” That was why there were ghosts that stole kids and dog's with breath hot enough to curse you.

Ping! Tink! The rocks hit against the dragon’s exoskeleton; the sound reminds her of rain on a metal roof. It definitely doesn’t sound devastating. Still,if she squints, Madd figures she can make out a few dents. “Good job, Yak-Attack.” The badger turns to grin at her and almost stumbles into one of the pits he made. “Just try not to take the rocks out from under us next time.” At least the badger has the decency to seem embarrassed.

Still, the rocks give the dragon something to bite while her companion decides to do a—uh—something. A sudden burst of pink caught her attention. “I know men like their toys, but is this really the time for—” The words a magical girl sequence’ go unsaid as the Aegislash transforms. The cross-blade twists into a butterfly. A fairy-type, then? Up goes a copper brow. “I thought you said it wasn’t a dragon?”

Then, her and Yakuza find themselves in the figurative spotlight (because Aegislash is a literal one). Her heart plummets as the three beams come toward them. A Tri-Attack? “Yakuza!” The badger threw his trainer an incredulous look. Are you fricking kidding me!? His face said. He stopped his brief retreat as the electricity prompted his fur to stand on end. “Obstruct!”

With a nod, he jumped in front of the Aegislash. His arms crossed as a shield rose around him. “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!” As the beam met the shield a strange energy ricocheted back. These dark, Eldritch claws swiped away the armor like a colony of drill-bit wielding mosquitoes.

“You're up, Navy!”


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Michael Navidson
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Elite 4.
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5'10" / 177.8 cm height
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Jun 26, 2024 4:18:14 GMT
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Navy and his Dragonslayer’s eyes widen at Yakuza’s valor. Dragonslayer raises its shield, saving Navy from having to do the same to avoid being blinded by the light of the blast. Elemental fury bounces off of the Obstagoon, redirected in every direction save that which would lead them towards the humans and their Pokemon. It’s heroic, and it raises his estimation of the Pokemon and its trainer.[break][break]
She’s trained this guy well. He thinks.[break][break]
“Not a dragon, but the more I see these guys fight, I think they might be dark type.” He gives a curt nod to Dragonslayer, who takes this as his hint to go on the offensive. A sword must attack, and a sword must defend. What separates a novice from a master is knowing when to do which.[break][break]
The Fighting Master’s order sends Dragonslayer onto the offensive. The blade sways out, a stream of pink light left trailing behind it as it makes its way towards its opponent. With every dwindling inch, energy builds within the Aegislash. Tera crystals surround them, and they spur the blade on. Power builds, and when it finally strikes…[break][break]
An explosion rocks the clearing, loud and decisive. The tera blast unloads pent up fae energy onto the dark machine, blasting it back down into the cavern. Navy doubts the monstrosity is dead, these paradox pokemon prove themselves harder and harder to kill as time goes on, but it will not bother them for some time.[break][break]
“Do you have any Pokemon you can ride?” He asks, pre-emptively drawing two pokeballs in anticipation of an answer. “We gotta get back to a ranger station, pronto. More’ll come ‘cause of the noise.”[break][break]
The paradoxes have scented blood in the water, and they long to drink deep.[break][break]
Two Pokemon are thrown out: Silver Bullet, a Rapidash with a mane of silver flames to match its name, and Slow Dancer, a Glastrir of Galarian myth. Both turn to scan the area, neither liking what they see.[break][break]
“Take whichever one you want.”


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Madd
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Circester
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Grunt
Got My Wingman
Ace's Basses
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Aug 6, 2024 0:31:01 GMT
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That portrait of valor is ruined when the Obstagoon turns toward them with a goofy grin. He even goes so far as to flex the muscles that had nothing to do with this. Madeline groans as the badger offers Navy a toothy grin. What a damn showboat. Still, she offers up a nod of thanks all the same.

“Dark type, huh?” She mulls it over. Then, she tries her best to lighten the situation with a joke. “You sure you don’t have a shadowslayer back there?” As the sword charges, Madd shouts an order to Yakuza. “Get back!” Sure, this attack was directed at the three-headed thing, but it could still put a big dent in Yakky’s hide.

As an explosion rocks the arena, the large woman finds herself on her ass. A weird rock catches her fall. Yakuza stumbles but catches himself on one beefy arm. For a second, parallel to the ground, he looks like a hip-hop dancer about to bust out a sick move. “Thanks.” Madeline murmurs to Navy as she rolls back to her feet.

For a moment, her eyes linger on the now emptied battlefield. She sees the gouges left by the Iron Jugulis as it clung desperately to the ground, eager to stay above the pit. SHe can still scent the power thrumming through the air. Any idea of confessing what she’d done dried up like a lake in a drought. This dragon had attacked his body, sure. But these hands? The ones currently pushing her up? Those had attacked his heart.

When asked if she has something to ride, Madd drops a hand to her belt. For a second, she debates on tossing out her pint-sized Garchomp. But it made her look like an adult riding a kid’s tricycle. It hurt her legs and looked dumb as hell. “Not anything that can get us out of here fast.” Her fat ass just slowed them down.

A brow rose as she stared at the two horses. Neither of them looked comfortable. “So, I can get my—” Her cheeks redden as her words stop dead. Maybe it was best not to call attention to her crotch. Besides, this guy had ridden them and still had his junk (presumable). “I’ll take the cold one.” She didn’t know what it was called nor the legends.

“I don’t want to hurt the Rapidash.” The white one looked sturdier—like a draft horse instead of some glorified show pony. After getting his approval, Madd returned Yakuza to his ball. Then, she approached the horse at a jog.

“So, uh—” Sure, her old man was rich, but he’d never trusted animals. She looked for a saddle and even feigned lifting her leg. “How do I get on?"



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Michael Navidson
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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Aug 8, 2024 5:54:23 GMT
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“Uh-” It is a rare person who can take him utterly off-guard. Caught up in the severity of the cosmos, mankind’s great enemies, and paradoxical parallels, he forgets the simpler things in life. His eyes pivot between Madd and Slow Dancer. Above his head pops a proverbial lightbulb of understanding. Just above the beardline, his cheeks redden.[break][break]
“N, no. Nothin’. Nothin’ like that’s ever…” It’s a possibility he never even considered. It is cold, riding Slow Dancer, but not that cold. For him, it’s always felt like sitting on top of a pile of snow. There’s a chill there, but it’s kept him focused, conscious, present.[break][break]
“Uh. Okay. You see that?” He points at the stirrup. “You put your foot in there. Kind of just hop on. Here. Watch me. Oh, his name’s Slow Dancer, by the way. Mine’s Silver Bullet.” He moves to Silver Bullet, presses his foot into the stirrup, and steps up in one fluid motion. It’s something born of practice. He moves into the saddle like someone born to sit there, though in truth it is a skill born of long, long experience.[break][break]
“If you need help, I can boost you.” Some might call that condescension, but his voice carries renewed severity. Scanning the horizon. He knows it will not be long before they’re set upon again. Best to be on the road by then. Dragonslayer hovers behind Navy, clinging to his back like some supermassive heroic sword of antiquity.



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Madeline McKenna
The Harm of a Plant [Navy]
POSTED ON Aug 24, 2024 23:50:46 GMT
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The redhead is a bit embarrassed herself. But the scenario makes her smirk. There’s something amusing about a big bad sheriff turning colors. She unfolds her arms. “Well, that’s good.” Madeline laid a nervous hand on the ice horse’s flanks. “I’d hate explaining that kind of frost bite to a doctor.”

The sheriff had ridden plenty of times, but this cantering iceberg didn’t know her. She’d watched a friend’s flaming crotch become literal when he’d kicked a Rapidash too hard. No harm had been done, but it was a pretty good reminder that these mounts weren’t cars with hearts. They were totally wild animals and pretty damned unpredictable.

The instructions earned a bob of the head. “Yeah.” She was glad her feet weren’t as hilariously out of proportion as her chest. Orange eyes watch the desperado swing himself into the saddle. “Easy enough.” She mutters an apologize to the stolid draft horse as she places her butt-kickers into the stirrup.

At his offer, the grunt shakes his head. This guy’s already helped her more than enough. Especially considering the shit she’d done. “Nah. I’ve got it, cowboy.” She can’t help but notice how stereotypical he looks in that moment. His five o’clock shadow visible as he stares at the chasm nearby.

“Hyup!” With a grunt, she pushes upward and—though it’s awkward and nearly a catastrophe—she manages to get into something resembling position. After a second or two clinging to the Glastrier’s neck, she forces herself straight. Her hips tighten around the horse's sides.

She grabs the reigns in her hands but holds them loosely. She figures the horse knows more than she does. There’s a brief silence that gnaws at her as the horse’s cold seeps into her skin. It bids her to speak.

’Hey, Sundance Kid. I killed your brother. Did I mention that?’
You ever hear the sound a skull makes when it bounces off cement?
What’s your opinion on fratricide?’

Instead, she leans forward as the horse moves forward. A much less disturbing question spills out. “Why’d you call him Slow Dancer?”

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