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PASSERBY ANALYTICS HQ #8

POSTED ON Oct 24, 2024 0:14:57 GMT

Passerby Analytics HQ #8

Answered In-Character Online at Home

#1
"What is your favorite Hoenn spot?"

There's this really low-traffic hot spring off the beaten path in Lavaridge. I go there every other weekend at this point. Old people have some pretty cool secrets.
#2
"What's your favorite Bug-type Pokemon?"

If I didn't say Pinsir, I would take a Guillotine to the head.
#3
"Do you have any allergies? If so, what are they?"

I'm pretty sensitive to pollen. I spend most of spring in tears. It's why I can't own most grass types.
#4
"If you could get a single word descriptor as a title, what would it be?

I would like to be referred to as sensible. Common sense and a sense of decency are few and far between these days.
#5
"What is your favorite instrument?"

I would love to rage out on some drums.
#6
"When was the last time you had fun?"

Yakuza and I just knocked out a B-movie horror marathon. It's been ages since I watched Lake Placid.

#7
"If everything in the world were to suddenly change, what is the one and only thing you'd want to stay constant?"

My rent.
#8
"How is your decorating sense? Do you have an eye for design?"

I think my apartment looks alright. Probably too many rock and movie posts for a normal person there. And the furniture's kind of mismatched. I can't afford to be picky.
#9
"What would you name your kids? or what are your favorite names?"

I doubt I'll ever have kids. Not unless I adopt again. But I really do like names like Ripley. Nice, simple names that reference bad-ass women.
#10
"If you were to be able to put down everything you were doing, no strings attached, all loose ends tied cleanly, what'd be a nice retirement plan? Any holiday destinations or a bucket list?"

I'd probably head to Alola. I'm a basic bitch like that.
#11
"What physical part of you do you find the most attractive?"

They're a pain in the ass, but people like my tits.
#12
"How do you get your caffeine?"

"I'm big into diet cola. I like the taste better."
#13
"Do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?"

Not exactly the time or place guys.
#14
"What question do you yearn to find an answer to?"

How'd I end up in this mess?
#15
What do you think of a god's relationship with their people? Can a god do wrong?
Gods are just like bosses. They act like they care about you but don't give a Rattata's butt about most of us. And yeah tey do wrong. But they also make the rules, so it's kind of hard to hold them accountable."

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When the white coats arrive, they’ll find patients already out of the tent and hidden in the underbrush. It’s obvious they were dragged by a clumsy, muscular hand. A few branches and leaves have been pulled down to (badly) obscure them. Yakuza wasn’t known for his artistry. The only painting he ever did was on napkins with Doritos dust.

At the question, Madd remains mum. She tries to communicate with her expression alone, but that’s hard behind a mask. Just take the hint. As the other Rockets encroach, the ginger hopes the nurse will leave. That the Bulldoze can provide a curtain for her to flee. But the stubborn blonde obviously cares more about this fight than she does. “You okay, CB?” The woman shouts as her Garchmp vanishes beneath the stones. The dragon roars as it’s entombed before going oddly silent.

“You’re the one on our turf.” Madd tries her best to sound angry and authoritative. But her tone sounds almost tired, like this is a game she’s long tired of playing. As the Roaring Moon hits the field and roars, an idea comes into her head. She just has to hope someone behind her actually cares about a grunt like her. She takes a deep breath and lays her hand across her chest. She taps it twice.

Hit me. That gesture says.

Cherry Bomb, meanwhile, isn’t privy to any of this stage play. All she knows is some metallic little shit had trapped her in a bunch of rocks and she’s fucking pissed. Her thick claws make quick work of the ground below the tomb (already moistened by the Water Pulse). As the Roaring Moon snarls, the mini Garchomp bursts from the earth beneath the Iron Thorns and attacks with a flurry of strikes.

“Badgers got em cornered! Shit! Is that a—” The rest of the other grunt’s sentences is lost beneath the chaos.

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[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

HELEN | ♁ | MOLD BREAKER | SEISMIC TOSS, BUG BITE, STORM THROW, X-SCISSOR, GUILLOTINE, DOUBLE HIT

AURORA | ♂︎ | TORRENT | FLASH CANNON, RAPID SPIN, HYDRO PUMP, WATER PULSE, SHELL SMASH, BITE

SHRIEK | ♁ | INNER FOCUS | POISON FANG, QUICK GUARD, VENOSHOCK, CONFUSE RAY, AIR SLASH, LEECH LIFE

YAKUZA | ♂︎ | GUTS | OBSTRUCT, CROSS CHOP, PIN MISSILE, LICK, SNARL, DOUBLE EDGE

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POSTED ON Oct 20, 2024 23:23:18 GMT

[attr="class","samjertop"][attr="class","samjer"]

[attr="class","samjermain"]

“I still can’t believe I’m at war.” That wasn’t the life she dreamed about going up. “How the fuck did that happen?” When she signed up for Rocket, it was meant to be a middle finger to her parents. A way to fit in with the other desperate, angry runaways. But somehow it’d gotten twisted into this. Now, she was sitting on a dirty ass wall covered in brains like a zombie.

Rose offers up more reassurance. Some part of Madeline wants to insist she’s fine, to tell this girl that she’s a tough girl who doesn’t care about stuff like this. But the words just stick in her throat like molten bubble gum. Instead, she gasps for air to try and make something intelligible come out. Eventually, she manages to croak out one word, “Thanks.” The next question draws the woman’s eyes upward.

Rose. It’s fitting. The ginger thinks to herself as she tries to process the words in front of her. She knows she should lie. Make up a name or toss out a codename with a sneer. Just in case her angel is a Leaguer in disguise. But she can’t even think up a fake name right now, and she doesn’t give a fuck abut code names. This lady—Rose—has already seen her chest laid bare (figuratively). “Madd.”

At the next question, she jerkily shakes her head. But then she freezes. She tries to push herself to her feet. “Moxie.” She gasps. Her eyes look up and down the alley praying for a glimpse of lava slug. “I need to find Moxie. My Magcargo. I left--I left her behind.”

[attr="class","samjer","samjertag"]
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[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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[Skirmish] TRML

POSTED ON Oct 20, 2024 21:54:40 GMT

[attr="class","samjertop"][attr="class","samjer"]

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The redhead doesn’t protest when Tori pulls rank. =Instead, she simply nods and tries to weave her way unseen through the underbrush. This is a hard task for someone built like an Oranguru, but she manages somehow. It helps that the other Rocket is quick to make herself known.
As she passes the two men, some part of her is tempted to try and warn theM. Maybe fake a trip over a branch. Or toss a rock their way. But Tori’s still in her line of sight, and she doubts the older Rocket would take well to that. After a brief hesitation, she continues to circle the lovebirds. Cherry Bomb follows right behind her. Unlike her trainer, there’s no hesitation about what must be done.

In the wild, a fight’s a fight.

As the two groups met, Madd took a minute to light a cigarette. Since quitting had already gone out the window, she might as well take advantage. Then, Tori started grandstanding. A ginger brow quirked upward as she pushed toward the edge of the clearing. Wow. Someone’s melodramatic. Madd watches as the lightning crashes down.

Then, the banter begins. The psychopath comment earns a smirk beneath the mask.

Just as the green-haired one speaks, Madd steps out behind them. Her Garchomp snarls as large rocks fall down around the pair (ROCK TOMB). “Pretty sure this is where I say ‘not all Rockets’.” This old song and dance is familiar to her. She stands taller and uses all of her six-foot-plus frame to match her Garchomp’s intimidation. She might have been less courageous if she had any idea what the naked-cloud man was.

But ignorance was bliss.

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@lam Ikarus Rook Victoria Beckett

[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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The redhead’s tone is neutral. “Maybe.”

She can see the consternation in Katharina’s eyes. Some part of the Rocket wants to give the game away. Maybe make gestures to indicate what she’s trying. But her coworkers are in earshot, and she doesn’t need to be seen doing any of this. Madd was pretty sure she was on somebody’s shitlist.

At the invite to take off the mask, the Rocket’s hands shoot up to it. After wearing it all day, she’d almost forgotten it was there. “Hey, doofus.” Suddenly, the air feels hotter and the world almost claustrophobic. “We’re talking now.” Now, it’d be hard to think of anything but the stupid mask. Great. But there’s no chance in hell she’s taking it off. Sure, she isn’t famous, but she has a life to keep intact. Friends, family, and Pokemon that trust her and care about her.

Good people that will pay the consequences for her dumbass decisions. Though the fact that she’d disappoint them is somehow worse.

“At least you're honest.” Madd finally acknowledges with a nod.

Then, in a heartbeat, things take a turn for the serious.

Suddenly, Kat’s turned this playfight into a full-on crusade. “Rori! Get out of the—!" The lumbering Blastoise—even as juiced up as it is—can’t escape the sudden charge. It hits him square in his chest. A breath of air escapes as the turtle grasps for the Tyranitar robot with stubby arms. He manages to Bite at its metal flesh before the blast of electricity sends him into the underbrush.

Madd’s eyes widen. “Rori! Shit!” He doesn’t get back up, but he’s breathing. “Why would you—! Can’t you see I’m trying to help--” Suddenly, a grunt in the underbrush alerts to the battle. Madd’s words die in her throat. Her palms start to threat as she recalls public displays of what they did to traitors. Sometimes they weren’t even worth the humanity of a bullet.

Suddenly, any thought of faking it vanish. It’s her or doc. That stupid tent should be out of range. “Cherry Bomb!” A tiny Garchomp emerges from the ball. Her eyes are full of spirit. “Bulldoze!” With a roar, the Garchomp sends the earth itself to claw at the mechanical kaiju.

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Pokemon knockout

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Katharina Strophe

[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 0:06:56 GMT

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“Sure.” Madeline agrees with a shrug. People thought 7s were lucky and 13s bad luck. Then, there was the whole 666 and Giratina thing. “But that guy doesn’t care about that.” As far as she knew, only two of them had actual names. But she wasn’t even sure why that was the case. Honestly, she’d prefer to yap for longer (the opposite of her normal style). But the fight must go on.

The redhead knows exactly how much money’s currently in her account. At this point, she’s pretty sure her bank account is actually a sieve. Though her dayjob does pay more than it used to, her costs seem to swell to eat that up. “It’s not into interrogations.” A war torn place like this meant everything cost out the wazoo. But she knew cigarettes had a big part to play in all that. Those transactions beat a rhythm that was hard to fight.

“Good job.” Madeline murmurs as the Dewott vanishes. She snaps her fingers—it’s definitely in a weird way. She’s never been able to do it with two fingers. Just like she can’t whistle (a big offense in the McKenna family). Her soaked hair hangs over her face in damp orange strands. It makes a wet noise as she tries to push it out of her eyes. A hand drifts to her jacket pocket as she scowls. “You owe me a pack of smokes.”

Though Madd could push the empty battlefield—maybe knock out Katharina—she doesn’t. Instead, the Blastoise takes another chance to Shell Smash. The pair seem to actually wait for the next actor in this little stage play. All the while, they walk forward aiming to lure her compatriots away from the tent. Then, a Natu appears. “Heh.” There’s a small smile on the Rocket’s face.

She loves those birds. They remind her of her Uncle Ethan. Big shot’s ace was the evolved form of that testicle-shaped little bird. “You’re going to need something a lot bigger to get Rori off the field.” A helpful hit? Banter for the people currently stumbling through the undergrowth?

“Flash Cannon!” Time for something flashy (and easy to dodge)! The Blastoise nods as it steels itself. Both cannons swivel to point at the Natu. The silver beams take a while to charge up before it unleashes a steely blast. BOOM!

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lisette bellamy

[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 0:03:52 GMT

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Is this how Aubre feels? Madd wonders to herself as that BANG begins to play on repeat. She tries what she’s seen the doctor try. Focusing on what she can touch in the present. The rough texture of her uniform’s trousers. The smell of war on the wind. The blood, blood, BLOOD on her hands—no, no, not that. A smooth orb at her side: Yakuza’s Pokeball. Slowly, the laughter and sobs quiet.

She hasn’t cried in years. It wasn’t like terrorist organizations encouraged vulnerability. Her dad saw emotions as an annoying burden—a sign that you lacked control. It’d been a comment to that effect that earned him a broken nose from Uncle Joel. His cruel words an implication that Aubre was shattered. The tears run hot down her cheek. This is a stark contrast to the cold brick wall behind her.

The one she’s currently sliding down. Her knees end up in her chest.

Rose’s words are a comforting babble. As her head tilts back, Madd looks like a scared little kid playing soldier “Y-yeah. Definitely not my first though.” The redhead’s words stutter like the heart in her chest. Though Madd initially pulls her hands back, she eventually allows them to be taken. “Sorry—” Madd watches as porcelain skin is stained red.

Now, she tries the counting thing. She fixes her gaze on the graffiti just behind Rose’s shoulder. Her chest swells as she tries to force hyperventilating into some sense of order. “I—I don’t think you could.” Madeline murmurs to herself with a bit of her trademark glib. It’s not that Rose is weak. But she’s already pretty fucked up. There’s not much this lady can do to make it worse.

She doesn’t stop to think what side Rose is with.

Hands shaking, Madd lifts a hand to where her cigarettes lay. But she makes no move to pull them out. Just squeezes until the paper crinkles. “I was—was fighting.” Well, to be honest, she was pretending to fight. The attacks weren’t as punchy as they could have been. She purposely picked stuff that wouldn't do much damage. Her brain tries to wonder if this is her fault. If she’d put the gun to the guy’s temple.

But she shakes her head. Not the time, McKenna.

“And they—they shot the guy I was with.” The red R makes it obvious just who they were.

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[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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POSTED ON Oct 8, 2024 14:04:57 GMT

[attr="class","samjertop"][attr="class","samjer"]

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Madd had been there when they started the war in Johto. She’d seen what happened to the Rockets caught in the middle. “It wasn’t me.” The woman feels almost childish spitting those words out. Like she’s a kid stuffing her fingers in her ears. “But I’m pretty sure that doesn’t matter at this point.” Sure, some of the perps were still around, but they were lounging on thrones somewhere. They weren’t being forced to fight a nurse with a grudge against Big Nicotine.

She did have to admit one thing though: Katharina had guts.

Broad shoulders raise in another shrug. She thinks back to her brother’s names for Pokemon. “Guess it’s not the worst name I’ve heard.” She shuddered. “One guy I know literally just numbers his.” At least, she figured that trend continued. The rat was what he cared about most after all. While she was a bonafide terrorist, Ezra typified a loose cannon.

At the talk of wasted money, Madd scowled. “Pretty sure that’s outside of a medic’s real of expertise.” But she also knows that Katharina’s right. Hell, she’d actually quit for months after Ye Olde Galar. Thirty years without nicotine cut the cravings. But just a few weeks in an active warzone brought it rushing back. Maybe she’d quit again. If she got sucked into another alternate dimension.

CHINK! The Dewoot’s blade slam into the sides of the turtle’s shell. She keeps pushing forward, aiming to put some space between them and the tent. Maybe lure the other lackeys to a less dangerous place. “Keep going!” The Blastoise continues to spin like a deadly top. But the cracks its Shell Smash had left begin to cobweb across its shell. Once they’re way out of the way, Madd whistles.

But this isn't just for the Blastoise. It's also for the Obstagoon just out of view. A hand jerks in the direction of the tent.

“Rori! Water Pulse!” Sure, the attack wouldn’t be super effective. But she hoped it’d by the dizzy turtle some space. With a roar, the shell starts spitting water. The momentum splashes Madd as well. The black uniform clings to everything.

“Gah!” Her hands pulled at her clothes. A ragged, wet cough threatened. Water filled her shoes and dampened her Halloween socks. Some part of her would prefer to be naked.

Notes
50 MP have your character learn to respect another character in some way.
50 MP have your character be injured by another's pokemon directly or indirectly.

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[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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POSTED ON Oct 3, 2024 0:58:53 GMT

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The woman was glad this guy listened. Her dad refused to call her by her referred name. And Aubs—for some reason—insisted on softening it with an added syllable. “You alright if I call you Seviathan?” If he asked her to call him Mister Anything, she might be tempted to kick him in the balls. Adults needed to ditch the titles. Everybody burned the same.

As the boys hugged it out, Madd smiled. Yakky really got along with everybody. Or, at least, acted like he did. It was something she admired about him. The dog’s discomfort earned a crooked smile and a hand wave. She didn’t move to pet the dog though. Hugging strange Pokemon wasn’t her thing. Instead, she watched the interaction between Seviathan and her goober. The Obstagoon’s grip was soft, but his muscles still bulged in the embrace.

At the squeeze, the Obstagoon let go. He turned to Madd with a lolling tongue, obviously seeking approval. Judging by the lack of screaming, he hadn’t accidentally cracked a rib this time. Ruby eyes turned The guy’s next words distracted her from the sudden stage fright. Madeline bobbed her head mechanically. “Same.” These two didn’t seem that bad. Definitely not a rich guy that deserved the Kalos treatment.

The assertion about his name turned Yakky into a bobblehead. Some part of Madd wanted to insist he wasn’t a very good judge of character, but this really wasn’t the time. This whole interview was about how awesome the overgrown weasel was. “Yeah.” The ginger woman sighed. “He has no problem making his opinion known.” As if to prove her point, he threw up a pair of devil horns.

After observing the set for a second, Madd tossed herself into the chair nearest to their host. Her posture was oddly demure. Legs held tightly together with a straight back. The Obstagoon ruffled her hair before throwing himself across the other chair.

That got him a punch in the thigh.

The interviewer spoke. Her shirt color suddenly felt too tight. She reached up to loosen it. “Nah. Recording is fine.” she waved off the nerves around the camera early. Something about somebody taking notes made her feel like she was at a shrink.

Though the silence and pause was very short, it felt like an eternity. Like that soulless camera could see into her very soul. She swallows then speaks. “So, is there a list of questions? Or are we just winging this?”

For some reason, Yakuza flaps his arms like a chicken.

At least one of them didn't mind the cameras.

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POSTED ON Oct 3, 2024 0:54:05 GMT

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As seconds ticked by, the hunger for nicotine swelled. But her bloody hands just slid right off the lighter's wheel. The attempts turned white paper an almost sickening cotton candy color. Courtesy of Red Dye 40 from some guy she didn't even know. “Come on.” She muttered to her cigarette. “Come ON!” But the frustrations continue.

So absorbed was she in this act that she didn’t notice Rose’s approach. A strange fact considering the woman’s hair was neon pink. For a moment, Madd’s orange eyes fixate on the doctor. But it’s obvious she doesn’t see her. It’s like she’s standing in a fog bank. When the stranger approaches, the redhead takes a step back. Her tentative grip on the cigarette slips. It falls—forgotten—to the alley floor.

Hurt? She’s not hurt. “It’s—” She licks at dry lips. The tip of her tongue comes back tasting of iron. Her hand reaches up to touch her cheek. It comes back covered in brains. “It’s not mine.” A short bark of laughter erupts. It’s manic. Maddening.

Then, the sobbing starts.

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[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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POSTED ON Oct 3, 2024 0:45:58 GMT

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The redhead turns to him with a brow raised. “Yeah. Your side.” Sure, she was toeing the line between the two. But she hadn’t stepped over. That meant they were still technically diametrically opposed. Though she had zero plans to hurt this guy. Honestly, Madd wasn’t sure she could.

Broad shoulders lift in a shrug. “For now.” The woman simply replies. “I wouldn’t be asking about amnesty otherwise.” If she’d made this decision years ago, all of this could be behind her. Or one of the Kanto Rockets would have put her in a box. The guy’s mercurial manner sets her off. His pictures make him so chill, so jolly. But now she just sees her own posturing reflected back.

“Why do you think?” There’s more frustration in those words than she wanted. She wanted to ask him for help getting a noose out from around her neck. But all it did was make her feel choked. “Do you want me to rollover and beg?”

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ollie morales

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POSTED ON Oct 3, 2024 0:42:56 GMT

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“Yeah, ex. With a capital E.” Madd’s sentence is punctuated not with a period but a sigh, “Embarrassed it took me that long to trash his ass.” Sure, the guy had freed her from dad’s talons. She’d always be thankful for that. But he’d also been selfish and controlling. Still, blaming him for everything was simply deflection. She stayed because she wanted to. Lisette’s next words draw a nod from the taller woman.

“It’s like they say.” There’s a pause as her eyes sweep up the canyon. “Nobody’s an island.” Even the world’s staunchest hermit impacted somebody. It was one reason it was so hard to leave Rocket behind. There were too many bridges between them.

The redhead smiled. Her eyes flick to the Obstagoon as he dances clumsily out of an emptied Spoink’s way. It’s funny seeing him with kids. It really drove him just how out of place he was in Rocket. Just a big, scary teddy bear at heart.

The smile fades as she turns back to Lisette. The wording of that statement was off. It didn’t take Madd long to figure out why. “Not yours, though?” Sure, she’d seen plenty of vigorous people at Bingo. But she also knew what age could do to people. It could leave you a relic without a temple. Or, worse, an empty husk just waiting for the guillotine to drop.

She’d never really thought about getting old though. Madd didn’t think she’d live that long. Weird.

Luckily, the existential crisis ended pretty quickly. Orange eyes peeked inside the bag. A few numbers were murmured beneath her breath. Finally, she straightened up. “Looks good to me.” The redhead cinched her own bag shut. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her Xurkitree suddenly stiffened.

The next oink sounded like nothing they’d heard so far.

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lisette bellamy

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The redhead sighs. She was too low on nicotine for the witty banter. “You’re the one trying to start shit.” Most people were intimidated by her appearance. In high school, every tough girl insisted on picking a fight. Kind of like a Yamper going after an Arcanine because it wanted to prove something. But like those big fluffballs, Madd was pretty chill—at least figuratively. For some reason, this encounter made her think of the last fight she had.

“Does it mean anything?” To her, it sounded like someone was saying numbers wrong. Some kind of a Tragedeigh situation. Sure, some of her names were edgelord cringe, but at least she spelled them right. Ignoring their irritation for a moment, the Rocket took in a deep breath of toxic smoke. It helped slow the trembling in her hands. But it suddenly stops. On the next drag, she gets nothing but empty air.

Amber eyes snap open. They snap irritably to the glowing otter and its shell blade. For a moment, her hand tightened on her pocket lighter. But she doubts the blonde would let her smoke it. “That was not cool.” She straightened to her full height. “Do you have any idea how much these things cost?” A pack was about half of what she got paid in an hour.

It seemed the doctor was a hothead. She didn’t even acknowledge Madd’s question. It seems Katharina was rearing to go. With a shrug, Madd gestures Rori forward. “Have it your way.” Her eyes flit to the open ramshackle tent. For a second, she debates on telling the doctor to move the fight. But it didn’t seem the girl was in a listening mood. Not to mention there’d be no explaining that if her squad showed up. So, instead, she punches her fist forward.

“Rapid Spin!” The Blastoise disappears into his shell and began to spin. Leaves whipped angrily around them as he charged the Dewott like a giant Beyblade.

Notes
25 MP include a theme song or visual involving your character meaningfully in your post.
50 MP have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC.
50 MP include a motif or recurring symbol of some kind in your thread (cugarettes).

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lisette bellamy

[attr="class","samjerpoke"] MOXIE | ♂︎ | ABILITY | EARTH POWER, FLAME THROWER, ROCK SLIDE, SMOG, BODY SLAM, RECOVER

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A gloved hand reaches up to run through her shock of orange hair. This lady’s sass wasn’t welcome. It wasn’t like Madd had asked to find this ramshackle medical tent. In fact, she’d prefer her shift ended with her bored to death. But they had to dance this dance, didn’t they? It was just part of the ritual at this point.

Just like tree leaves going from summer emerald to autumnal ruby. “That’d be the smart thing, yeah.” A sigh clouds the inside of her mask as Madeline takes in the scene before her. It’s obvious this is an impromptu thing. The tent’s not tied down properly on one end. Somebody’s arm sticks out the far end. Nobody even bothered to level the camping ground.

This doctor had guts. It took a lot to set up this close. Made her seem like a real wildcard.

“That’s a weird name for a night light.” Madd can’t help but find the otter cute. Her Blastoise, meanwhile, snorts at its opponents. He could sit on this thing to take it out.

’Do we have to fight?’ The mask renders her expression illegible. She turns to survey the forest behind her. But it’s empty. A hand reaches into her pants to pry out something square. From her jacket, she grabs a pack of cigarettes. The bottom of her mask is slid aside. “Not until after my smoke break.” The cigarette flared a fiery orange. A deep breath brings in that god sent nicotine.

Smoke twirls through the air.

Again, the grunt’s eyes swept through the forest around her. Her fingers tremble in their gloves. So far so good. She thinks of Aubre and of @navy. Her heart twists.

“What's it going to take to get you out?" She took another breath of cancerous smoke.

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lisette bellamy

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