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POSTED ON Jan 31, 2021 6:38:07 GMT

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[attr="class","spiral"]Plank was . . . really hoping for some kind of pushback. She doesn't realize how much she was until she doesn't get it. No pressure to talk, no response to her challenge, the man just sits down. What the fuck?

It makes her irritated. Technically she turned down his offer, but now she feels like the one being rejected. Ignored. Fuck that.

"I'm not some dumb fuckin' kid," she shoots back, "I'm not gonna change my mind 'cause ya lie 'n' make up some stupid story about lasers."

Hull is irritated, too. He doesn't take kindly to the come on. He's a modest man, an honest man, he just wants a fight. None of this seduction shit.

As the mist spreads over the field he stomps his feet and charges. He's fast, his claws even faster. He intends to leave a strong FIRST IMPRESSION with his opening swipe.

hull / golisopod / male / emergency exit / first impression - bug bite - liquidation - sucker punch

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POSTED ON Jan 31, 2021 6:27:03 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]The whistle and the praise does finally earn a small grin from Plank. What can she say? She is prepared; and it feels nice to get a bit of recognition for it.

"Been at this for a while," she responds, adjusting the rudder so they'll pull further from shore, "Make sure your dragon stays close t' us. I'm tryin' t' keep us out of the lighthouse's spot. I'm not sure anyone's even in the damn thing these days, but better safe than sorry."

As Plank speaks she looks out in front of them, watches the light passing over the water in the distance. If they keep close to the cliffside, but not so close as to scrape the rocks . . . The Vagabond can do that. She can do that.

"People call me Plank," she replies to the older woman's question without looking at her initially. Once she feels sure the water ahead of them is clear, though, she turns and shoots a smug smile Ozaki's way.

"I think it's pretty cool, sounds even cooler when ya put 'Captain' in front of it," she says.

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oak and ash and thorn [duo wild]

POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 21:06:09 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]The sun is starting to set, but Plank's day is really only just getting started. There'll be more to do in a few hours. Once the moon is high and stars of night struggling to shine as bright as their departed cousin. But this evening is more like a slow morning.

Empty time, there begging to be filled with anything and everything.

So she prowls the poorly kept streets of the outskirts. Looming over her tiny, five-foot frame is the much larger body of her Golisopod; Hull. All nearly seven feet of him are alert as he stalks behind her, hunched with his eyes and antennae swinging side to side.

He's hungry for conflict and Plank is bored enough to help him seek it out.

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 19:09:05 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]Her current gaze is overwhelmingly, exclusively self-centered. It is then no great shock to Plank when she realizes she's missed the presence of another person sharing the same room as her. Still, she can't help but jump at the shout from above.

"Hey," Plank responds, breath heavy and hot on the word. Narrowed eyes do a quick scan of the stranger calling to her. Then the space between them. Then swivel in their sockets to remind herself of the layout of the room. When he sends out his Primarina she instinctively tenses (and immediately regrets it as her body lets out another internal groan at the sudden effort).

Hull lets out another cry at the arrival of a challenger. It's fair to say he's down to beef with just about anyone at any time.

"Not really feelin' chatty right now," Plank says in answer to the man's request. She doesn't realize she's speaking to an underboss, though right now it's uncertain her answer would change even if she did.

"I'm down t' beef, though."

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 8:23:49 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]She cares little and less for her shadow as she slips onto the deck. All she cares about is the sudden burst of fresh air, the cry of Wingull above, the feel of a mist from the ocean spray cooling her too-hot face. It takes her out of where she was and where she was going and back down to Earth.

It is impossible to keep from releasing the loud, shuddery sigh she does. She almost tears up with relief.

"Blow him right back into Motostoke town!" Jack cries from her shoulder and she can't help the bubble of awkward laughter that pulls its way up from her stomach.

"Aye Jack, Galar's not far," she sighs, scratching the feathers of his face before singing back softly, "Give me some time t' blow the man down!"

"Now's not the time for a shanty though, bud, we only just got some peace 'n' quiet thanks t' you."

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 7:56:24 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]Her hands clench and unclench at her sides. Tight fists to splayed fingers and back again. Every time they close her nails dig into her palms and every time they dig a little harder. Fuck she doesn't want to fucking be here anymore.

"Understood," she tries again, the heat in her voice replaced by ice, "Now may I please go t' the deck?"

Jack bites worriedly at her ear, but she ignores him. Instead she stares up at the older man, face finally properly schooled into a mask of cold neutrality. She does her best to force all her tension into the set of her jaw and her still working hands.

It's hard. She desperately wants to scream and scratch her way past the man. Memories and stimuli foreign to this ship but familiar to this situation keep shoving at the corners of her mind and it's making her whole body itch and old, invisible wounds ache.

"I would really like t' go t' the deck if you'll allow it."

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 5:38:06 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]Plank is drenched in sweat and sore from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes as she stumbles into HQ's pokemon training facilities. She's crossed over from the gym, where she'd been running and lifting and pushing herself ragged for the better part of an hour and a half.

Her tank-top sticks to her front and back curtesy of two great splotches of sweat and her arms and legs shake with the strain of keeping her upright; but she isn't done yet. She can't be.

While her body is reaching its limits her mind is still restless. Her stomach is still tied in knots, her jaw is still clenched so tight it hurts, her eyes are still burning. So she's here in the pokemon training room with no plan. Just the determination that if she can't push herself any further to quiet her thoughts she's going to push someone or something else instead.

"Hull, c'mon," she orders between two heavy pants. Throws her Golisopod's pokeball with an arm that screams just being lifted. Hull screams, too, upon release.

"You've got, work t' do," she says in a simmering murmur. Unsure exactly what that work should actually be. Give her a second . . . she's sure she'll figure it out.

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 5:06:54 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]She doesn't want to be down here anymore. She doesn't want to be down here anymore. She doesn't want to be down here anymore.

When the recruiter starts talking she doesn't immediately acknowledge him. Her body twists right and left. She tries to duck under an arm that slams down like an iron bar to block her exit. Already the momentary calm she'd captured is slipping when she looks up at him.

Hers is not the face of someone who's learned her lesson. Who's even properly listened. Her eyes are wide and her teeth are obviously clenched behind her tightly pressed lips. Somehow she manages to avoid outright defiance when she speaks. Maybe the time it takes to wrench her mouth open is enough to let her think better of what she really wants to say.

"Okay, I got it, let me out," it's not the request it should be but it's not as coarse a demand as her earlier words, "I just, I just need time t' think sometimes. Sorry, shouldn't have yelled but just . . . I did it, lesson learned, let me through."

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 3:34:37 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]"Oh, not one more for long!" Plank cheers, "Let's put 'im away, Baby! Widen that lead!"

Three catches is soon to be four as Baby sets her sights on one last target. The Carvanha is tired, battered, but she wants nothing more than to impress her trainer. So she rushes back out into the water (breathing a little heavily) to sink her teeth around the tail of a passing pokemon.

The Simipour lets out a few surprised shouts at the feeling of Baby CRUNCHING into her sensitive appendage, but unlike a few other opponents in the day it's quick to respond. It dives deeper into the water immediately so it can easily swim around and LEER at its attacker.

Baby withers a little under its gaze and attempts to release it and change position. The Simipour was hoping for this response and swims in close as the Carvanha attempts to make some space. FURY SWIPES are thrown out the moment Baby is in arm's reach and they find their target once, twice, three times before the Carvanha can wiggle away. It's enough to leave her vision flickering in the dark river's bottom.

Still, she's not done. AGILITY is still active, gives her just enough of a boost to slip out of the way of another FURY SWIPES and get a good lock on the Simipour's momentarily exposed back. The moment isn't wasted. Another AGILITY allows her to get right up to the Simipour's narrow torso and CRUNCH around it.

The Simipour is suddenly incapable of maneuvering. Its claws can't reach for a FURY SWIPE, it can't turn its head to LEER or LICK. It just flails about as Baby sinks her fangs in deeper. CRUNCH turns to POISON FANG like against the Bibarel and the venom is enough to start taking the fight out of Simipour.

This last catch is truly dragged to shore. Baby's breathing is labored and her eyes half-lidded as she struggles to make it all the way back to Plank.

"Ah! Baby, hey, hey!" Plank shouts, reaching down to rub Baby's ragged cheeks. For a moment the prey caught in the Carvanha's mouth is forgotten in lieu of praise and appraisal, "Ya did such a good job, ah Baby I'm sorry I didn't notice how rough ya were gettin' . . ."

When she pulls her hands away from her pokemon, Plank's hands are rubbed raw and lightly bleeding; but she doesn't care. That's just the cost of love sometimes. After tapping the limp wild pokemon with a pokeball, she returns Baby too.

"Well, that's 4-2; and my Baby is too tired t' keep goin'." Plank sighs, standing up straight with a pokeball in each hand (one shaking and blinking, the other peaceful), "I think you're gonna have t' accept this loss, drowned man."

She shoots him a tired grin.

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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2021 2:55:10 GMT

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POSTED ON Jan 29, 2021 8:51:53 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]Threading her fingers through Jack's feathers and listening to him chatter quietly into her forehead is surprisingly soothing to Plank. The apology to him soon becomes a centering exercise for her. Her head begins clearing up, though only in time to be rattled by the voice of the recruiter behind her.

"Wait, no, I g-got this just --" she's cut off by the Slowpoke and by the sight of her partner pulling out his knife.

"Just fuckin' stop!" she shouts, knowing she's out of line even before the words leave her mouth but not willing to watch this, "I've got this just let me fuckin' -- Agh!"

Even if he's shocked by her outburst she doubts it'll be enough to stop him. It'll just mean she's a failure with a big mouth. So time for her brain to think of something, anything, just . . . She digs the heels of her palms into her eyes before suddenly dropping her arms to her sides.

"Jack! SING!" she orders. A moment later the Chatot's voice is twittering through a sweet birdsong mingled with dulcet tones of some random singer from a radio program years ago.

The mix filters through the hold much more sweetly than the HYPER VOICE had. The Slowpoke and Slowbro go quiet as their senses are dulled.

Immediately after, Plank makes a beeline for the door back out to the deck. Still too bold by half, she seems unbothered if the recruiter is in the way of her destination or not.

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POSTED ON Jan 29, 2021 8:12:12 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]Muscle memory opens up the pouch at Plank's waist, rifles through the thing for a pokeball with distinct wear. One of two pokeballs with no glossy coating. They're old, weathered homes for aged, experienced pokemon. In a flash of white light her Chatot is fluttering in the air.

For a moment he settles on her shoulder simply confused. He makes some indistinct noises at her, bites at her hair. He can tell she's anxious but doesn't know what to do. Then the Slowpoke groan.

"Ah, shut up ya fuckin' louts!" Jack shouts, voice deep and gruff. Plank visibly winces at his side. Not just at his rough words but the HYPER VOICE he laces them with. The demand echoes off the walls and is painfully projected across the mass of pink prisoners.

A few high pitched moans from the Slowpoke are overrun by Plank's own shrill voice.

"Enough'a that!" she practically shrieks before suddenly speaking softer, "None'a that, we're not doin' that, don't do that."

Plank is all but whispering the command by the time she's done giving it. One of her hands absentmindedly scratches at the bird's feathers as her head leans in to bonk against Jack's. A silent apology to the Chatot who thought he was just doing his job and got yelled at for it.

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POSTED ON Jan 29, 2021 7:57:28 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]This sight isn't unfamiliar to Plank. The sound isn't unfamiliar. Maybe a little different, maybe she hasn't listened to a horde of Slowpoke miserably moaning in a hold, but the emotion behind it. The pathetic display. It's old hat.

It's too familiar. Descending into the hold her mind twists and her stomach goes with it. She's standing on a different deck on a different night with a different man looming behind her and for a moment she's certain -- positive -- she's going to throw up.

She doesn't do anything. Just stares over the pokemon, fists balled up at her sides and face draining of color. Her breath comes in fits and starts, but not noisily. She sucks air quietly like her panic is meant to be a secret. Poorly kept secret, that.

"Just, uh, one second, I got this, I just need . . ." She responds pre-emptively to scolding she knows is coming, she knows. A hand reaches slowly and anxiously to her side, her pokeballs piled in a hip pouch. She's killing time. She doesn't know what she's going to do with them yet.