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JCINK OR PROBOARDS? We're currently deliberating upon this potential move to the Jcink platform. Jcink has several tools that allow for automation of staffwork. Of course, it also has the added benefit of more mature content being allowed. Still! Nothing is confirmed. If you have any thoughts or opinions, please let me know!

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Rysa

he/him

forty-eight

December 26

Slateport City

asexual

Enforcer

grunt

6"1' height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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Grigori Sokolov

Old, Bold, Tired Soldier [M]

POSTED ON Apr 12, 2024 2:26:02 GMT

Once more was Grigori dragged out to some city, to help with the search of a mythical, powerful avian. Littleroot was the destination this time around. Except this time, they had their own in the back pocket. Yes, this mission was to be done with one Admin Bee.

Wonderful. Actually, scratch that, he couldn’t tell himself that mentally. That was a lie, and he didn’t do those.

Woeful.

It was also a darkly comedic choice. It bothered him, as he stood in the designated meeting spot. On the edge of the town, but close enough to see the people mill around. It was closer to the end of the day, and stars peeked out from the twilight of the evening sky. How long had it been, since this was once disturbed by the throes of war?

How long until the next war rolled along?

These thoughts and worries ate him alive until he couldn’t bear it any longer. He wandered away mindlessly, still in vision but to a nearby pond. Swanna roosted in the center, and various other birds hovered around the edge. Some harassed a Tympole, while others went for the invasive Magikarp that flopped their way into its waters.

Next time, he’d show up on time instead of twenty minutes early.

BARNABY FINCH

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Dove

Admin Bee

He / Him

April 12

Lumiose City, Kalos

Pansexual

Broadcast Journalist

Admin

if you're lonely

come be lonely with me

6'0" / 183 cm height

i fell for your magic. i tasted your skin. and though this is tragic, at least i found the end.

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BARNABY FINCH

Old, Bold, Tired Soldier [M]

POSTED ON Apr 20, 2024 19:14:36 GMT

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Neither wonder nor woe were sentiments BARNABY FINCH would ascribe to his rendezvous with Grigori Sokolov. [break][break]

Curiosity, perhaps, was the better word. [break][break]

Especially when he arrived to see the man loitering by the water, captivated not by the sight of Littleroot Town in the distance, but by the dull workings of insignificant creatures.[break][break]

"I appreciate your punctuality." Barnaby spoke up, moving to stand beside his subordinate at the pond's edge.[break][break]

"You know," He offered after a beat, his cobalt eyes sliding from the water to linger on the other man's face. "You've been on my mind, Grigori. It's why I invited you here." [break][break]

His talk of nuance in the face of Hoenn's tribulations — of ROCKET's tribulations — had been telling. With war looming on the horizon, Admin Bee was curious to probe the grunt's mettle and resolve.

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BE ON A WAR FOOTING: ROCKET

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played by

Rysa

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forty-eight

December 26

Slateport City

asexual

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grunt

6"1' height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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285 posts

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Grigori Sokolov

Old, Bold, Tired Soldier [M]

POSTED ON Apr 26, 2024 16:05:10 GMT

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“Mr. Bee,” Grigori greeted. His tone flat, and his gaze still focused on the pond. The innocent Pokémon went about their business without care in the world. How nice it must’ve been. Or maybe not– perhaps they’d be victims of war as well. Or worse– forced to join in the conflict by some trainer.

“I appreciate the compliment, but I would be lying if I spoke the same about my thoughts on you,” he said. “I have been busy with personal matters, work– always something.”

Moving. Helping june sleigh, helping howard slayte, helping Rocket. Not only the truth, but a very believable one. But, it was a surprise to hear that his boss thought about him more than he the other.

“May I ask why that is? Have I lagged behind my peers in the sudden, grueling training regime?”

Unlikely. If anything, he was one of the lucky few who hadn’t had some injury, or doubt, about the whole thing. It was obvious why: War was here, and it would spare no one. He could feel it in his bones.

As if on cue, one of the Swanna finally claimed what it’d been hunting for. A Tympole slid down its gullet in one clean gulp. The rest were not as lucky or uninterested, with one that managed to puck it up between its beak only to fling it across the pond. The grunt grimaced. Even if it was the cycle of life, he did not have to be content with it.

BARNABY FINCH