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EXCHANGING:
300 MP FOR DEFECTIVE GENESECT
500 MP FOR GLASTRIER
300 MP FOR HEATRAN
1250 MP FOR EXTRA MOVE SLOT
250 MP FOR CRYSTABLOOM
250 MP FOR SHADOW SLUDGE
250 MP FOR MYTHICAL PECHA BERRY

CURRENT TOTAL MP: RESURFACED TREASURES: 3940 MP
TFW PROLOGUE: 985 MP
4925 - 3100 = 1825 MP

Ancients & Worship

ft. Remiel Calcifet, Yuina Higashi

Doug nodded along to Remiel's and Yuina's words like he knew about what they were talking about, smile professional yet blank as he absorbed the somewhat contextless information being dumped into his brain like a sponge.

He really should sit down to read a book or two or three of Real ancient history and mythology. Maybe Yuina would like that, she wouldn't have to stop every other second to give him some context or explanation—

"Huh? Oh." He uttered as Remiel directed a question at him, scratching at his cheek. "Right! Yes, I actually put it all down on paper as soon as I could."

Helped him get his thoughts in order.

As he pulled the notes, they were helped along by somewhat crude but nonetheless helpful drawings. Once upon a time, the colonel may have indulged in the arts— before signing off his future to military conflict, at any rate.

"Here." He said, holding it out to the other man.

The temple had been carved unto a cliff side on a lush island.

Hanging gardens both outside and inside had been aplenty in the structure, and large openings had dotted the ceiling (clifftop?), allowing vast swaths of sunlight (and presumably, rain) to filter inside.

The variety of flora had been both vast, and the smell of flowers strong. A perhaps important note, if only due to Tapu Lele's extreme preference for such things.

The etchings on the walls had been blurry to him, only a few symbols had been clear enough for him to remember. Drawings of those few symbols dotted the edges of the paper.

They were not draconid, though something about them felt vaguely familiar. It was difficult to tell if such were inherent in the symbols, or if Doug's recollection and/or draft of them was simply imperfect, however.

A deeper, most inner chamber had been inside. It had felt cozy, not in a literal sense, but almost in a nostalgic, memory sort, the paper explained.

The whole place had been surrounded by lush vegetation, and at the center there had been what he could only describe as a resting place, a bed. And at the center of that... 'bed', there had been what looked to him like a cauldron.

Silhouettes of people had been at the edge of his sight on the way into the structure, baskets of flowers and berries being carried about as hymns and chanting filled the air, only somewhat drowned out by the dreamscape.

TL;DR:

Indiana John

ft. howard slayte, Yuina Higashi

"Somebody has to." He said airily, looking out into the woods for any signs of approach. His earlier shout had been loud; if there was anything other than pokemon on the island, surely they would come at least check things out.

He heard the nerds speak of Draconids, heard Yuina make mention of Remiel Calcifet, and wondered what was going on behind him.

Yuina's effort to hold the 'piece' would be fraught with effort.

Though it was a 'piece' of something bigger, that was not to say that it was small or light, and though made of 'clay', the block appeared to weigh over a hundred pounds easily, making efforts to move it, and specially hold it aloft, a grand trial.

As the large bear began to sniff the clay for a scent, finding it somewhat difficult to discern the structure's original scent from the fragrance of nature and time...

Not impossible, however.

The Ursaluna would soon find what it was looking for— though there was no immediate track it could detect. The smell seemed to vaguely permeate the air, making it somewhat difficult to pick a direction to go on.

Though one got the impression that if they drilled unto the soil beneath them, they may find, if nothing else, the rest of the structure the clay block once belonged in...

"Look sharp, nerd-os." Doug suddenly called out to the nerd duo, eyes straight ahead, narrowed as he looked at something in the distance. "Someone's coming."

Someone indeed was. Two someones, as a matter of fact. It took them a while to get there, but by then all of them had long gotten a good look at them.

The one leading (so to speak) was a young child, a girl, her legs kicking up and down widely as she approached, looking both smug and determined as she came to a stop before the group, feet squared and hands on her hips, chest puffed. On her hip, curiously... pokeballs rested. Just regular, non-ancient-tech-looking pokeballs.

Behind her, a little slower, was a slightly hunched old man, his long beard reaching down to his belly as he leaned on a staff, following at an even, calm pace. Where the girl's face was a mask of smug determination, his was a calm smile, eyes seemingly closed shut as he came to a stop shortly after.

"Greetings. Who might you be, visitors?" The man spoke in clear, if accented hoennian. Besides him, the girl looked at him, blinking slowly, before speaking in a rambling, speedy tone.

Unlike the man, she spoke in some unknown language, resembling both ancient hoennian and draconid, but so further down the pipeline of history and possibly having undergone so many modernizations as to become near unrecognizable.

Occasional words that almost seemed nixed from modern Hoennian appeared to be lightly interspersed in the parlance.

The old man responded slowly, drawing a pout from the girl as she crossed her arms and looked away.

Despite the odd language, it wasn't difficult to guess what was said: she was upset she wouldn't be able to follow the conversation.

The old man turned back to them, smiling.

"Apologies. Children, yes?" He said with a chuckle, recieving a squinted side eye from the girl as she tried to decipher what he had said, sensing it was about her... "What brings you here, visitors?"

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TL;DR:
Mission

REMEMBER.

TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

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

"Don't need saving." He grunted, limbs still wrapped around the Charizard's neck.

Unable to see what was going on from within the smokescreen, the two spiders leapt unto the vast webbing the Spidops had created, one utilizing Spider's Web to amplify its reach and prevent any further escapes while the other hid amongst the trees, awaiting to strike.

For his part, Doug's attempts at holding on were foiled by the Mega-cocoon, his body getting repelled roughly as the Charizard emerged in its newly empowered form, hot blue flames pouring out the sides of its maw as the youth rose back to his feet.

"Yer gambling skills must suck." He scoffed as his blistered skin slowly healed up, his eyes zeroing into the suddenly much, much more dangerous lizard he had to deal with.

"Ya keep taking this bet— and it's yet to pay off." He said, lowering himself into a ready stance as the dragon came at him.

He did not move out of the way as it came however, his eyes growing briefly wide as the comms at his sides came in, Elise Calcifet's words blaring through and seemingly rooting him to the spot.

Blazing hot claws tore into and through flesh as the soldier barely managed to side step, large chunks of his torso missing as the news continued to ripple through him.

---

TL;DR:
-Spidops used Spider's Web
-Araquanid has chosen to hide
-Doug received the news from Elise Calcifet.
-Doug is carved into.

MP
+10: post (x4)
+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.

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Dreams within Dreams

ft. Lucia Aldrete

She was adorable, in a terribly sad and depressing way, but adorable nonetheless.

He held her hand gently, smiling down at her as she guided him through her school. Was this the blueberry academy he had heard so much about? It certainly seemed... highly technological, wow.

"Oooh, what's that? What's that?"

Whether he was capable or incapable of taking the power back, he never really noticed.

---

Cascarrafa was an interesting place. It's whitechalk walls reminded him of Sootopolis, prior to the takeover. The waterways, however, where wholly unique to the city, which given that it appeared to be right next to a bloody desert, sort of surprised him.

You'd have thought the city surrounded by an ocean would've thought of it first!

He followed after Lucia hand in hand, watching attentively as she pointed place after place.

"Woah... WOAH, why is that bag so expensive?!" The drip in Paldea was obscenely costly, sheesh!

As a delectable looking dish materialized on his hand, he glanced over it curiously before going to bite it— but it disappeared as soon as his teeth began to nibble on it.

"Huh. Guess that makes sense." He said, shrugging it off. Nothing had ever tasted like anything in his dreams before.

Lucia seemed a bit upset about it, though...

"Oi, oi, language, Lucy." He chastised gently, patting her back. "There's no need to fuss 'bout it. It's fine, ain't it? Ya can still show me 'round."

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A home. An expensive looking home; indestructible, too.

"Lucy..."

It wasn't hard to guess where this was— even with the landscape altering in back to its original state.

A beautiful landscape became an alien skyscape. A gated community became a megalopolan concrete jungle.

Lucia's voice continued to crack and weaken... until she began to scream.

His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tensing as he craned his head back.

Fuck.

Wanting to help and knowing you were too late to do so— a privilege for the more fortunate, but a painful one nonetheless.

"Wh-Why don't they love me?"

His jaw set, as he slowly reached over for his doctor's jacket, plucking it off his shoulders before gently draping them over Lucia's.

"I don't know." He said, gently, before wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. "But I love you. And Yuina loves you. And Hideo, and Eris."

He did not seize back the godly powers— but he did give them a gentle nudge.

The world pulsed around them, wooden panels rising over the ground like minecraft blocks, warm walls rising as the space around them became a familiar living room, sunrays and a gentle breeze streaming through an open balcony window.

"Even if you don't become champion, or doctor, or whatever, even if you just do whatever you want and become whoever you wanna be, marry whoever you love and have a family as you believe— I'll love you, Lucy."

---

TL;DR:

TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

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

"Designed by who? Entropy?" He almost bit his tongue.

That was a shit joke. It was hard for him to think of anything really funny in the presence of Dorian Westcliff. It was hard to even feel like himself, really.

Loathe as he was to admit it, he wasn't immune to hate.

His eyes shifted from one pokemon to the other quickly.

"Just do as always, lads." He said as he slid his hand over a glove, tugging it into place as he raised his hand, a tera orb in place.

A dark chuckle rumbled through the Spidops' torax as it leapt forth before both storm and raining fire, its many appendages spreading wide and jetting out thick, branching webbing all about from within the water bubble.

A large wall of intricate webs spread before them, sealing together into an intricate pattern as the tera orb came crashing into the spider's head.

A poisonous crown found its way unto the Spidops' head as it clung to its web-barrier, toxic sludge pouring into the water bubble and soon spreading down to the webbing the storm and blazes came crashing against it.

With nimble, spindly limbs, Araquanid leapt atop the toxic water bubble of the Spidops, fleeting over it as if ice skating, its eyes flashing as it stared down the shadow Armarouge.

Immediately, it would feel its strength being sapped— no, split.

Doug made no effort to dodge the Charizard.

The flying lizard came down painfully upon the soldier, tearing through nearly invisible webbing and the wooden trunk beneath him to bury them both down.

Within that hole, however, it would feel a hand move to clamp around its long neck.

"You know what? That's on me."

Scales flowed freely as the colonel's arms and knees moved to try and seal around its neck and shoulders in a lying headlock.

"I did say get down."

---

TL;DR:
-Spidops was Tera'd to poison.
-Spidops used Silk trap.
-Araquanid used power split on Shadow-Armarouge.
-Doug used even more scales Charizard, since it came so close.


MP
+10: post (x4)
+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.

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FAKE

WAR DRAFT

"Y'all still wasting time on that?" The colonel's voice cut through the tense chatter sharply as he stomped up to the board, the soldiers parting as he advanced tempestuously. "Freakin' newbies—"

He grabbed at the papers and tore the bulk of them, his hand dragging through and leaving a trail of pink glitter, the paper rapidly deteriorating before everyone's eyes as he turned back sharply to them, pinning them to the floor with a look.

"Get it through yer heads already— it's a hoax." He declared, speaking as if he had on full authority. "If you're a member of the league, then at least respect our own ability to make good decisions, damn it."

His gaze swept through everyone on the lobby.

"Now get back to work! If I catch anyone making patients wait, you'll catch my boot up yer ass!"

As the military medics scrambled back to their stations, the colonel stood there with a frown and huffed, grunting as he rubbed at his neck.

Soldiers really don't have much to work with in the noggin', huh?

Turning his gaze back to the board, he stared at the single, remaining paper and scowled, reaching over to tear it off.

"Little pranksters puttin' these up best pray I ain't the one to catch 'em."

---

TL;DR:

TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

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

His gaze was drawn back to the infinite sky— almost as vast as the hateful ignorance of the man before him. He could feel his blood pressure rising every time Dorian opened his mouth.

Worse than a waste of time, talking to the man may as well have been actively harmful to him.

"I don't know why I bother. " He said, before snapping into focus, eyes sharp and unblinking as fire roared towards him, his arm sweeping through the air. "Fine! We'll play your stupid game."

A macabre snicker left his Spidops lips as it suddenly leapt back, a shadow lunging behind the trunk in the air. Spindly, long legs twitched erratically as a massive arachnid took to the front, the sun glittering off its water bubble as its limbs suddenly snapped around its own head.

Plucking at the water bubble, it suddenly grew to massive size as its arms spread wide, creating a gargantuan, perfectly round mass of water.

The Spidops suddenly leapt onto the larger spider, plucking its jaws inside the water ball and releasing a mass of Acid spray as the Araquanid dropped the sphere in the blazes path.

Upon contact with the ground, it exploded outwards into a torrent, flooding the surrounding area.

Raising his gaze towards the Charizard above, Doug suddenly snapped his hand forward, blasting scales towards it.

"Get down here, lizard."

---

TL;DR:
-Araquanid used entrainment.
-Spidops used Acid Spray.
-Doug used his scales to curse.


MP
+10: post (x3)
+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.

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ANSWERS

ft. Navy, illeana reyes, Noel Parker, Andrea Vaneau, FERNANDO SILPH

Somehow, Doug ends up alone in the room, the rest of their entourage (sans Navy) stomping off.

He takes a brief moment to scratch at his cheek, grasping at his hip with one hand whilst dragging the other through his hair.

Then he raised his gaze back to Fernando's.

Aug 30, 2021 11:18:02 GMT FERNANDO SILPH said:

“PEOPLE ARE EMOTIONAL CREATURES.”

“Pride, heart, ego. No matter how much we try to shut them out they bleed into our subconscious.”

“You’ll find more success with your colleagues if every other comment you make didn’t come off as disparaging someone else. You don’t need to put someone down in order to bring someone up.”

He parroted casually, before sighing.

"Ain't got a clue as to what yer plan is, but I sure hope it's going well, Mr. Silph." He said, before saluting. "Pardon the interruption, Sir. Don't work too late, it's bad for your health."

Finally, he turned to leave.

And I sure hope he means well.

---

TL;DR:

Indiana John

ft. howard slayte, Yuina Higashi

"Colonel Sullivan. Mr. Sullivan was my dad." Doug corrected airily as he approached, hands on his knees as he peeked around Howard. "John's okay too."

It looked like a regular ass block to him— but cubes were not natural shapes, so... bingo bango. He was right.

Naturally.

Only one problem.

"Who?" He said at Howard's request, face blank for a moment. "Oh. Right. Uh."

Slowly, he turned around to blink slowly at Yuina, mouth set in an awkward line, before he rose back to his full height.

Breathing in deeply, he rubbed his neck awkwardly before looking around the jungle.

"Uh. Lele... Leeeeleeee..." He said into the forest. Then— "LELE!!!"

His voice thundered through the island, scaring away birds and other tinier critters.

And still no goddess.

He turned a poker face to the archaeologist, totally not embarrassed.

"I don't think she's comin'." He said.

Unfortunately, not all avatars could just herald their Gods whenever and wherever they pleased. Though perhaps Doug was just more unfortunate than his peers.

"Well, no problem." He declared after a moment, huffing and puffing his chest as he rolled his sleeves up, scarred forearms showing as he marched up to stand in front of the scientist. "I'm pretty good at diplomacy, if i do say so myself! Just let me do the talkin if anyone does come 'round."

Curious that he looked like he was fixing for a scrap...

In the meanwhile, if Howard attempted to dig out more of the clay block, he would find barely remaining, mostly eroded surface relief sculpted into the block.

He may even realize it was not just a block, but part of a likely collapsed, larger whole.

It was difficult to identify the cultural source for the relief due to how eroded it was, but both archaeologist and historian present should've been able of vaguely seeing some minor similarities between some of the remaining fine details in the clay, and older draconid artifacts.

A very faint link, but a link nonetheless.

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TL;DR:
Mission

TFW PRELUDE

PETALBURG, ft. dorian westcliff

[player]https://file.garden/ZeX_8xo9KEiz9dtz/Doug%20image%20repository/mp3%20files/Green_Veteran.mp3[/player]
The soldier appeared eerily unconcerned about the several men surrounding him, his eyes fleeting briefly over them before moving towards the pokemon causing the flames, assessing them silently.

Then, he took in a deep breath, eyes on turning to the sky.

It was a beautiful, sunny day.

Hundreds of thousands of people were in need of a medical assistance.

Yuina Higashi had a new exhibition going on.

All that, and yet here he was.

About to fight to the death with a bunch of faceless thugs and a arsonist psychopath

"We could all be reading a nice book right now." He said softly as a rock slide came crashing around him, the tree beneath his feet cracking and collapsing as massive boulders speared through it.

As they neared him, however, light seemed to refract before him. Thin strands of silvery thread suddenly became visible before him as the boulders were caught in...

Near Imperceptible webbing.

A skittering cackle filled the air as a Spidops crawled around the colonel.

"How many times have we done this, Mad dog?" He asked, jaw tensing as he reached for his neck, popping it as he hopped of what barely remained of the tree, stepping on unseen threads as he descended.

"Do I have to just let'cha melt yer own face off this time?" He said, tiredly, mouth set on a flat line.

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TL;DR:


MP
+10: post (x2)
+50 MP: Past thread reference
+50 MP: have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.

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Dreams within Dreams

ft. Lucia Aldrete

A child was a child— once convinced of something, it took monumental effort to make them change their mind. He knew as much from Eris Halla.

Ah well— he was nothing if not willing to be patient and wait at this point. As long as they had someone with them to reaffirm their worth, they would one way outgrow this...

"Wassup?" He asked, confused, as she suddenly...

Oh, well, damn.

"Woah." He said simply as he felt the... 'power'(?) get... dragged out of him? Syphoned?

He was most certainly being drained of the godlike force that had filled him before.

Still— his reaction was muted, looking as if he was more curious of how she was doing that than upset at how brief his stint at godhood had ended up being.

More worrisome was the fact that the city was beginning to disappear around them.

"Lucy, sweetie— what are we doing?" He asked, cautiously, as he looked around to the dwindling buildings and diminishing landscape.

This felt like something important.

... However.

Somehow, he felt... detached from it. Or rather, distracted— as if something was constantly at the edge of his mind, interrupting his line of thought insistently.

Stubborn to a fault— and refusing to ignore Lucia— he held stubbornly unto his reigns, waving off the sensation.

"No, but for real, Lucy— what's the goal here?"

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TL;DR: