TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

The laughter only grew louder and more frequent, slowly beginning to drown out the distant booms of war and death.

The avatar's frame jerked and quaked erratically, his whole body beginning to glow, first a dull magenta, then slowly growing its radiance towards a blinding pink.

The experienced rocket would be able to tell within seconds— he and his men had but a scant few moments to run before the next, even bigger explosion of scales swallowed them and possibly the forest whole.

The laughter climbed to deafening heights as the earth around the avatar began to tremble, pebbles, boulders and fallen trees beginning to rise in the air.

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TL;DR:

MP
+10 MP: post (x6)
+10 MP: using a gimmick (e.g. mega, z-move, tera, sygna, avatar) in your prelude thread.
+50 MP: Past thread reference
+50 MP: have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.
+50 MP: showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully.
+50 MP: have your character experience great pride, joy, relief, or have confidence grow.
+50 MP: have your character be injured by another's pokemon directly or indirectly.
+50 MP: have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths.
+50 MP: have your character experience great fear, hatred, envy, or have a grudge worsen.
+50 MP: have your character make a regrettable decision.
+25 MP: for knocking out another Pokemon in your prelude thread.
+50 MP: for getting your Pokemon knocked out in your prelude thread.

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TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

His heart stopped. Buried beneath rock and stone, his heart seized up with a singular, booming beat, and the earth trembled in the deafening silence that followed.

Then the mound of boulders shifted. Slowly.

Slowly.

Before it suddenly exploded, sending boulders hurtling all about the forest as a countless dots of glimmering pink flooded the burning prairie.

They embedded themselves unto everything. Trees, stones, earth, rockets, all the pokemon... And perhaps even dorian westcliff, if he didn't react in time.

As the upheaved boulders descended back unto earth, kicking large clouds of dust upon heavy landing, the colonel's hazy silhouette stood where he had been crushed before, unmoving.

Despite his seeming inaction, things began to change around him.

Trees that hadn't yet been wholly destroyed began to recover, cracked bark and consumed leaves growing back faster than the flames could consume them. Plant life began to regrow where it could, grass and weeds seeming to reverse course on the flames, consuming them back.

The soldier's pokemon's began to recover from their wounds. Though the Spidops had collapsed and fainted, its carapace was sealing together, its life blood seizing its escape. The Araquanid's strength returned swiftly, the confusion passing in a snap as its gaze refocused on its opponents.

The enemy, however—

Their bodies bloated. Unnatural growths, fit to burst, bulged alongside musculature and limbs, weighing them down and impeding movement, growing more and more, zapping away rapidly at any vitality within.

From within the dust cloud, the lieutenant's silhouette shifted, moving subtly.

His eyes glowed through the dust as it cleared, glimmering orbs of cyan and magenta in place of formerly dark eyes.

Doug stared at the man that had began it all, that had caused everything to go to shit.

And his shoulders trembled. His lips pursed. His cheeks filled with air as his chest jerked.

"Pfft-uguh... muh..."

A snort. A snicker. A low, barely held in exhale.

"Fuh... huh... huhuhu...!"

Quaking shoulders, a broad, ear to ear smile. Pearly white teeth seemed to glimmer.

And finally, he threw back his head, hand over his face, his voice booming through the forest.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!"

And laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

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TL;DR:

MP
+10 MP: post (x6)
+10 MP: using a gimmick (e.g. mega, z-move, tera, sygna, avatar) in your prelude thread.
+50 MP: Past thread reference
+50 MP: have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.
+50 MP: showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully.
+50 MP: have your character experience great pride, joy, relief, or have confidence grow.
+50 MP: have your character be injured by another's pokemon directly or indirectly.
+50 MP: have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths.
+50 MP: have your character experience great fear, hatred, envy, or have a grudge worsen.
+50 MP: have your character make a regrettable decision.

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Clamperl

In response to his girlfriend's words, he unceremoniously pulled a bloody CD out of the water, looking well and truly disappointed.

"Maybe we did deserve the meteor." He said flatly as he chucked it unto the pier before swimming up to Yuina, throwing his arms around her waist and leaning his head against her shoulder, adding his weight to Daikenki's back. "I'm done. Have fun for me please."

Hoenn had broken it's most avid environmentalist, clearly.

"And by that I mean drag me around, I still want free stuff." He said, pecking at her shoulder.

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avi3ALPN

TL;DR:
-AUGUST 1: 2, Pokeball
-AUGUST 2: 30, Level tutor
-AUGUST 3: 10, Pokeball

MANTINE SURFING

It is what it is.

"Almost had it, huh?" He sounded far too smug for someone that had so boldly, shamelessly and spectacularly failed so far. "Pro-tip love: You gotta stay on top of the thing."

There truly was nothing funner than messing with the girlfriend.

"Here, let me show ya." He said like his back wasn't red and sore from when he had splatted back onto the waves a couple of minutes prior. "Check this shit out!"

Famous last words.

Mounting his mantine once again, the medic once again tackled the waves like a poorly coordinated drunkyard on a mission, attempting the hardest trick in the book.

Again.

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MAGIKARP SPLAAASH!
avi3ALPN

TL;DR:

Clamperl

Doug was considerably less chill with his mind than best girl was.

"Again?" He scoffed, raising the pokeball in the air before chucking it over his shoulder unto his trash basket. "The ocean ain't a damned trash can, people!"

People could be so irresponsible! A pokeball in the ocean? That was just pollution!

Turning to Yuina Higashi, he nodded.

"Yeah, let's go further out— gotta be less pokeballs out there, right?" The lazy polluters surely hadn't gone out that far yet. Surely.

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0XPDsn1L

TL;DR:
-AUGUST 1: 2, Pokeball
-AUGUST 2: 30, Level tutor

MANTINE SURFING

It is what it is.

W-W-WIPE OUT!

There was nothing worse than being made to eat your words. Specially after talking shit.

Though face down and drowning on the water, John was nonetheless perfectly able of hearing Yuina Higashi's feeble return taunts, feeling the fire ignite inside his belly as he slowly raised his gaze up to her, eyes narrowing.

"Clever girl." He said, watching her eat another wave as he rose above his mantine, stretching his neck dramatically. "Alright, that's enough warming up. Now we do it for real this time!"

He had to redeem himself. Starmie 720 wouldn't cut it anymore. He had to aim higher— go to the limit.

"No other way— watch this, love! It's called the MAGIKARP SPLAAAAASH—!"

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uLXsW_gk

TL;DR:

TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

[player]https://file.garden/ZeX_8xo9KEiz9dtz/Doug%20image%20repository/mp3%20files/Green_Veteran.mp3[/player]

Do something.

Agony screamed at him from several points in his body as he wrestled against the boulders crushing him.

Ignore it.

Pain was nothing more than sensory information. A way for the body to alert the brain. He knew pain well. It had been inflicted upon him. He had inflicted it upon himself.

Ignore it. You're fine.

Pain was easy— nothing but static noise. He had accustomed himself to it. He could do this.

Easy.

The rocks on his throat were a little more than that. He couldn't call his pokemon to get him out.

His pokemon were outnumbered out there. How long would they last under those conditions?

Just find a pokeball.

His arm could inch in a few directions.

Just nowhere near his belt.

Move.

Even as he struggled to do anything beneath a sea of and stone, the chaos of war was never drowned out. The battles far and close by. The booming of explosives. The blood in the dirt—

But it was beginning to be drowned out. By his drumming heart.

This was a waste of time— he needed to end the fight now, he needed to protect the people at the hospital now, he needed to heal the soldiers on the frontline now—!

He needed to save his pokemon now.

Move... Move, MOVE!

The Spidops was nowhere near remotely close to the blazing titan in physicality or combat aptitude. The moment the retaliation came, its spindly body, light and deft and very much an insect, was blown back by the first blow, agony wracking at its body even as both the paradox monster and megaevolved dragon swooped in to finish it off.

But it was not fighting alone. It's companion, through on shakey legs and seeing more than double, nonetheless managed to gather enough of its wits to coil its legs and launch itself wholly before it, a large, azure barrier forming around the two as it landed heavily, repelling the enemy however briefly, holding up the protect for as long as it could.

Doug could not see it. He could barely hear it over the cacophony of war raging around them. But he could almost feel it. The pain and desperation. The thinly veiled, primal fear.

The malice.

His pokemon's. His own. Dorian's—

"Hah, hah, HAH!" He breathed hard, caught between hyperventilation and almost a laugh as he struggled.

People and Pokemon were suffering. People and Pokemon were dying. People and Pokemon were being killed— and what would his excuse be at the end of this? He, who would survive whether he deserved it or not?

I'm sorry they all died. I got overconfident and careless and got buried under some rocks?

No.

No no no no no no no no—

MOVE

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TL;DR:
-Araquanid springs a Sticky web trap on Gouging Fire.
-Spidops used Poison Jab on Gouging Fire.
-Doug is trying to make a decision from underneath the rocks, stressing out.

MP
+10 MP: post (x6)
+10 MP: using a gimmick (e.g. mega, z-move, tera, sygna, avatar) in your prelude thread.
+50 MP: Past thread reference
+50 MP: have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.
+50 MP: showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully.
+50 MP: have your character experience great pride, joy, relief, or have confidence grow.
+50 MP: have your character be injured by another's pokemon directly or indirectly.
+50 MP: have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths.
+50 MP: have your character experience great fear, hatred, envy, or have a grudge worsen.

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Clamperl

After embarrassing himself in front of his girlfriend, Doug went Clamperl diving to nurse his (literally) sore back.

Gosh, wiping out at the waves really could suck quite a bit.

"Ooh, nice find, love." He gasped, cocking his head at the gem in Yuina Higashi's hand, finally putting on his own diving gear. "Think I can find a matching one?"

Wouldn't that be nice?

Grinning at her whilst walking up to the end of the pier, he gave a wink as his body tipped over the edge, before a loud splash followed.

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XXsY1tgK

TL;DR:
-AUGUST 1: 2, Pokeball

MANTINE SURFING

It is what it is.

"Bahahahaha!" He laughed and pointed as Yuina Higashi wiped out on her first attempt, wiping away at a single, unshed tear as his quaking shoulders slowly came to a stop. "Hooey... Good effort, Cadet."

Standing up upon his mantine once again, he winked dashingly at the young woman as he and his ride approached the towering waves, turning around theatrically to bow her way as he waved and shouted.

"Here, let a veteran show ya how it's done!" He declared boisterously, crossing his arms and laughing obnoxiously as he and his ride got pulled into the waves—!

"Let's go! STARMIE 720!"

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yJDNjg6O

TL;DR:

Lesser Megalopolis

Yuina & Doug

Doug narrowed his eyes at the crystallized people, slowly reaching over before pausing at Yuina's mention of virus, reaching instead into his bag and pulling out several disposable gloves.

Once he had somehow fit his hand into about 4 of them, he reached over to tap the crystal, lip curling at the sensation that ran down from his bone digit to his wrist.

Solid, in a very familiar way.

"That can't be good." He mused out loud.

The Black Knight that had come from parts unknown, Necrozma... it didn't look like any germ he ever read about, but could it be...?

"We should get a move on." He said, shaking off the thought. No point in overthinking about things he lacked information on. "Don't think we're at risk or anythin', but I'm getting creeped out."

There were no reports of any explorers becoming crystal statues or catching any unknown illnesses, but he didn't intend on fucking around and becoming the first one, much less dragging Yuina into such a thing.

"I've read in the reports about a missing chunk of the city— Come on, I wanna go check it out!" He said, grabbing Yuina's hand and beginning to jog, their pokemon following behind them.

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TL;DR:

19 encounter the haunting corpses of megalopolans that have been completely overtaken by black crystal or metal. it seems like the megalopolan's flesh has been completely overtaken by the material.

Island Hopping

ft. Yuina Higashi

He paused, giving an exaggerated, suspicious squint as he raised a brow her way.

"... Are you coming on to me?" He said jokingly, before humming as she pressed her lips to his, his arms growing more firm around her waist.

As they broke off, their attention returning to the little pixie, he grinned her way.

"We can at least try, yeah?"

He wasn't sure if he would call himself and Tapu Lele friends, but Yuina and Celebi were starting from a much more equal position than an matron and avatar duo.

"Why don't ya try gettin' to know him now?" He suggested, leaning his head atop hers as they looked out at the pixie fleeting over the waves. "He's havin' fun— we came to have fun. Maybe we should follow his lead."

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TL;DR: Beach Doug

daybreak

With freya morningstar

He blinks at the question, pursing his lips in thought as he begins to pat himself for a phone or pocket watch, before looking around the room for a clock on the wall.

He finds it, squinting at it.

"Well, given the anesthesia, and the amount of time that's passed since his last meal, uh..." He said, doing some slow mental arithmetic. "Couple hours, give or take? Depends on whether you guys decide to go and grab a bite first, really."

Magic surgery was some lovely bullshit.

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TL;DR:

Recommission

ft. Lydia Magnusson

He would not get into a philosophical discussion with a patient— nor a semantic one.

Not during their first meeting anyway.

Instead, he nodded along as she recounted her tale— not a particularly rare one in the times of war they found themselves in, though her eagerness to return to the frontline was certainly... uncommon.

Collecting his hands beneath his chin, he hummed thoughtfully.

"I can see you proved those doctors wrong." He said, turning his gaze over to his arms briefly. "Though if I read correctly, you're still assailed by random bouts of phantom pain and weakness, yes?"

As one would expect from such debilitating wounds caused by such dangerous weapons; it was difficult if not impossible to fully recover from such a thing.

He leaned forward slightly.

"Did your arms cause you to fail the military's physical exam?" He suspected that they hadn't— and he was a worrier. He'd wanted to be wholly certain of how she was feeling.

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