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[attr="class","bisc"]The ink on his hands smeared as he adjusted his grip on the box. Honey eyes lifted to meet the, uh, mask of the woman in front of him. Honey eyes briefly trail up and down, as if there might be something less anonymous to talk to. He offers up a shaky grin. His hands dig into the box until his knuckles turn white. “I—um—” Words. He needed to find some of those. A hand lifted in a request for pause.

The smell of pizza drifts up from inside the box. When it came to deception, he tried to be honest. “I just want to—” His eyes slide back, looking for a shadow that isn’t there. But, as intended, he’s on his own. A change comes over him as an almost manic light light fills his eyes.[break][break] “Look!” Biscotti moves to shove the pizza box into Diana’s arms. If successful, he goes for a phone in a hoody pocket. He doesn’t think how threatening this gesture is.

That she might think there’s a knife or gun in there. Or, worse, a psychotic Pokemon primed for war.

His shoes slip over the boundary line.

Diana Cavendish

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[attr="class","bisc"]For a second, he seemed more concerned about wasted food than his own safety. The pizza crashed to the ground in an undignified heap. Some excess tomato sauce streaked across the grass. It hit him that maybe he shouldn’t have wasted what money he had on an actual pizza. Then, there’s a lady on his back and his face is pressed into the dirt. In his fall, the kid’s phone goes flying.

There’s no pained scream as his arm is wrenched backward. He doesn’t even seem to notice the blood pouring down his face from his making out with the rocky ground. “I—uh—I can’t.” Right now, he wasn’t really able to stand down, up, or sideways. “You’re kind of heavy.” These words are muffled by the dirt in beneath him. A fact only partially corrected by the turning of his head. Then, there’s a look of sheer mortification.

It’s not at the Walking Wake but at what he just said. “I don’t mean you’re—sorry--it’s not that—” It’s only then that he notices the charging dino-cat. He swears quietly beneath his breath. He manages to swipe a Pokeball at his belt. What exactly it is he can’t tell. Pokeball organization wasn’t something he did. The things just got clipped on in whatever order made sense at the time.

A hot pink Dunsparce rolls out. It’s next move isn’t strategic. "Duuuuun?” Chugga doesn’t have a strategic bone (do these guys have bones?) in his body. Its tail snakes up just as the Walking Wake reaches them. Its Poison Jab aims to send it reeling backward.

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Diana Cavendish

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[attr="class","bisc"]“Oh come on!” The brunette pushed up against the lady, but it wasn’t like he was buff or anything. Sure, he exercised and walked, but there was no six pack lurking beneath the fake uniform. Though he felt his hand twist, there’s no yelp of pain or shock. He also doesn’t seem bothered by the bruised face or knee digging into his back. “I already said I was sorry!”


Maybe there was a reason for this war.

A three-pronged claw slammed down in front of his face. The Walking Wake’s claws look like the tusk of some primeval beast. Which is kind of fitting when he thinks about it. It’s hard to miss the thing’s muscles this close. It was probably way stronger than anything he had on his team. And, compared to his Dunsparce, it’s totally night and day. He swallows. “Aren’t you worried about…collateral damage?” That last attack could have scalded her too. “This thing’s not really holding back.”

His Dunsparce rises to its full height, clumsily balanced on the tiny tip of its tail. This display is some weird, half-assed attempt at intimidation. All it does is give the Breaking Swipe a broader target. With a thump, the normal type falls back into the dirt. It thrashes for a moment before finally righting itself. It’s at this point that Scotti makes a noise of alarm. That attack could have really hurt him!

Sure, the the dragon was scary, but he had to do something. It seems going belly-up wasn’t doing the trick. He somehow doubted playing dead would either. “Ice—Ice spinner!” As the Dunsparce attacks, Biscotti throws himself up with all his weight aiming to throw off his attacker.

50 MP showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully.
50 MP showcase your own character's weakness(es) meaningfully.
50 MP have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths.
50 MP have your character reflect on why they're fighting/reflect on their loyalties.

Diana Cavendish

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[attr="class","bisc"]The woman’s jab makes him frown. It wasn’t like he’d feel it if he took a Hydro Steam to the face.

“I did!” Though maybe that’s not right. To him concepts like life, death, and war are kind of fuzzy. Sure, he’s read and seen stories, but he’s never actually fought like this. Not in this world anyway. He had a lot of growing and remembering to do before he was the King of Smiles again.

“It’s not about me!” Honestly, Scotti felt like a video game NPC. He’d never done anything important, and he doubted he ever would. Maybe that’s why he was out here trying to save Nilla. Sure, he wanted to be a good big brother. But, more than that, he wanted to matter. “That thing’s going to hit you if you aren’t careful.”

His heart pounded as the attack went off. Some part of him wanted to apologize to the stumbling monstrosity. His eyes widen as the Walking Wake erupts in crystalline light. Brown eyes fixate on the water spout on its head. And then, suddenly, he’s free. “!!”

In an instant, he’s up and running. Clumsily, the teenager dodges her first. It whistles through the gap between his flailing arm and his oversized jacket. After he makes it a few dozen steps, he remembers his shiny Dunsparce. “Chugga buddy, come—!”

The little normal type is quivering in the wartorn soil. As the water nears it, the Dunsparce’s tail glows a feral purple. Its Dragon Tail ripples outward from its attack. But the Hydro Steam washes hits him like a tsunami. Now unconscious, the snake collapses into the mud.

Biscotti pauses for just a second before racing perpendicular to his original path. The woods might give him some protection. At least if Rocket’s obeyed borders as much as they protected them.


50 MP showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully.
50 MP showcase your own character's weakness(es) meaningfully.
50 MP have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths.
50 MP have your character reflect on why they're fighting/reflect on their loyalties.
50 MP for getting your Pokemon knocked out in your skirmish thread.
25 MP for completing your Skirmish thread.
150 MP for "losing" or having a "negative" outcome for your character and their Skirmish thread.
150 MP for having Rocket and League characters and faction-based conflict in the thread (no NPCs).
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475 MP

Diana Cavendish

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