jack
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Jack Napier
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD
POSTED ON Jun 4, 2023 1:58:14 GMT
[attr="class","iggy"] He was clearly out of his element here, the moment they arrived in the city where he’d followed the red-head. “You’re the local, I’ll follow you,” he remembered himself saying. (Or something similar along those lines.) Either way, his Lucario kept close, considering the nasty little puddles of what appeared to be toxic, noxious goo bubbled at every turn. This is absolutely… what a mess, he thought to himself, sighing because why were the other people they were with earlier so… bloodthirsty? Killing off that strange-looking bulb-headed… creature (was it a Pokémon? It definitely had to be, of some kind) and—well, cause and effect definitely came into play. This was so… disappointing. “Yikes,” was all he had time to say, quickly recalling his Lucario to avoid the worst of the bubbling ‘goo’ (poison puddles) until they got to their destination—the vaults in the western part of the city. “Oh, come on,” he grumbled quietly, noticing that this location was literally worse for wear. Rolling up his sleeves, he looked at the heavy double doors… “I have noodle arms but I’ll try my best.”
Eventually, deep into the vault he would go, his skin crawling from all the poison that was literally… everywhere. Now if he had his Incineroar, burning up the poison would be quick work but alas he did not, so… “Sorry, Emm!” he apologized as he summoned her from the red beam of light, as she turned around and gave him one incredibly disappointed look at all the poison dripping everywhere. “Can you remove the poison? And please, for the love of everything… be careful,” he added as she set to work. The dual-type then began a scrubbing of the place by using Psychic as her ‘giant-sized brush’, an attempt to scour the poison off the vault’s walls and tapestries. TbqmVFUz + sergei dachev mostly, as always + recalled Lucario upon arrival to Hammerlocke + ‘we’re done fucked basically’ (his layman’s assessment of the entire situation) + follows the redhead to the vaults in the western part of the city + summoned Gardevoir, time to get to work! + Gardevoir used Psychic on the poison around the vault like a giant scrubbing brush! [newclass=".iggy b"] color:#e6194e;font-size:13px; [/newclass] [newclass=".iggy i"] color:#e6194e;font-size:13px; [/newclass] [newclass=".iggy a"] font-size:13px; font-family: courier new; text-transform: lowercase!important; [/newclass]
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