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[Skirmish] Madd v. Paxton

POSTED ON Sept 20, 2024 12:06:57 GMT

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Sure, she’d had amnesty talks. But breaking free of this terrorist symbiote was tough. It clung to you like goo, dragging you back in with horror stories and traitor executions. A war raged within herself that was harder to accept than the one in Hoenn. And, honestly, she didn’t know which side was winning. Sure, she could justify still being here all kinds of ways. But, really, Madd was scared.

Though avoiding the battle itself had been easy, the patrols that followed were tougher. So, she found herself making rounds on Route 112. “At least it’s quiet.” The woman’s voice emerges from beneath her plain mask.

It sounds drained. That emotion is audible even through the static.

At her side, her Obstagoon’s muzzle twitches. Slowly, he offers a soft, empathetic grin. Big burly arms reach out to gently squeeze Madd’s uniformed arm. They’d both made a mistake getting suckered into this shit. But, hey, no matter what, he’d be there with her. “Thanks, Yakky.” Madeline murmurs after a moment. The badger leans close as if to give her a hug. She laughs as the badger proceeds to stick his tongue out at her. “Yeah. You know what? I take it back.” An insult followed."Dickbag.”

Hopeful this shift would end without conflict—a task that required a careful dance—-the woman somewhat relaxed. Tense shoulders lowered as a warm breath clouded the inside of her visor.

The Crobat above them lets out an alert. It faces behind them, what military dweebs would call six o'clock. “Shit.” The redhead shakes her head as she edges forward. The guy on the other side isn’t in uniform. And he doesn’t feel like a Rocket. Just the kind of anomaly she wasn't looking for. “So much for that.” Holding up a hand for pause, she gestures Yakuza to stay. Her eyes flick up to the Crobat that flits across the clearing.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be here, bud.” Suddenly, that soft voice is deep. Some people had a phone voice. Some people had a baby and dog voice. Madeline? She had a ‘I’m a big scary grunt.’ voice. “How about you fuck off?”

A gesture to her bat predicated an Air Slash. One that didn’t seem intended to actually hit.

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50 MP showcase a meaningful moment between your character and their Pokemon.
50 MP have your character recall a past thread or event that they have participated in or not (link the thread).

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paxton concordas

[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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[skirmish] katharina vs madd

POSTED ON Sept 20, 2024 12:04:18 GMT

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Madd pauses on the edge of the path. Her Obstagoon hands behind them in the brush. [break][break]Orange eyes pause as she spots what seems to be a camp site. Which, if it was, was set up by a very blind, very deaf camper. It’s then that the Rocket notices a symbol on the side of the tent. A real surprise considering how close they are to the border.

Did this doctor have a death wish?

Her stomach sinks as she thinks of Aubre McKenna-Settentrione. Just great. It’s a med tent.

Before she can process that, a Leaguer pushes her way out the tent. Shit. A booted foot slides backward. Suddenly, her heart is in her throat. A hand snaps to her belt as she grabs a Pokeball. An upward flick of her wrist—with the hand down—brings a Blastoise to the forefront. The ball in her hand doesn't fit at all. It's covered in faded stickers. It's an old rusted standard ball. Right in the middle of the old stuff and shredded paper is an sapphire anarchy symbol and a rock logo.

This guy had been caught at the time her daddy's little princess motif had begun shifting into something self.

Sure, doctors probably didn’t mean harm, but only a damned idiot went to a potential battle unarmed. You didn't have to be a champion to know that.

The accusation in the other woman’s voice makes the redhead nervous. Some part of her wants to just throw caution to the wind and fight first. This war had taught her that nobody in this fight was reasonable. Hoenn was a powder keg with a lit wick and a leaky gasoline bottle.

Her Blastoise stares at the nurse with beady eyes. Its cannons come to bear on the blonde. His muscles flex as he seems to grow, small fractures appear in his shell as he boosts his power up a couple of notches. A Shell Smash to start things off.

Putting on her best gruff voice, Madd allowed herself to stand at her full height. She tries to channel her past fanacticism. She stares down at Kat through her blank mask. The turtle takes a step forward, “It’s time to triage elsewhere, doc.”

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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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bathed in sound

POSTED ON Sept 20, 2024 11:59:25 GMT

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Madeline figured this interview would be easy. The guy would ask a few questions. Yakuza would flex. She’d get paid. It wasn’t like the dude was interested in her. It wasn’t like he’d stare at her tits or judge her. The articles she’d read mostly celebrated the contributions of dark-type Pokemon. Something Yakky was more than willing to help with.

When she saw Sevastian, the oranguru-build woman paused. A hand lifted to check that her bob was still in place. A copper brow shot upward—for a heartbeat, nothing more.

The guy looked surprised.

What the heck was that about? Ruby eyes met amber as she looked to Yakuza for confirmation. His scarred left shoulder lifted in a lackadaisical shrug. Guy didn’t know much about human men. If it wasn’t Doritos and trash TV, it didn’t interest him. Not a brilliant guy that one.

Madd’s eyes flick briefly to the dog at Sevastian’s feet. She gives it a wave, the gesture surprisingly demure. Her own clothes were a decent match to his with a feminist t-shirt beneath the faux leather jacket. There also weren’t any spikes. The top of a tattoo peeked over her v-neck, but wasn;t legible. At the use of her full name, the redhead shook her head. A hand rose in a gentle show for pause. “Madd, please.” She wasn’t some nunnery loving little Kalosian girl.

She grasped his hand for a moment before Yakuza bustled in. WIth a grin, he rushed past the arm in an attempt to give the model a bear hug. “And, yeah, this is Yakky.” Her eyes lifted to the camera for a moment as she prodded her lips. When had it gotten so hot in here? Those weren’t even stage lights, right?

“The whole Yakuza thing, well—” She tucked a stray strand behind an ear. “Everybody's an angsty teen, right?”

And, since he didn’t want to change it, Yakuza would always be one.

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sevastian beau

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

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nocturnes

POSTED ON Sept 20, 2024 11:57:59 GMT

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The redhead paused to analyze the results of her comments. The kid—Arceus, when had she started thinking of 20-year-olds as kids?--looked like she’d just seen her birthday cake.[break][break] That or was moonlighting as that psychopath girl in front of a house fire. Some part of Madd felt guilty about it. Here you are indoctrinating her. Filling her with pride for doing stupid shit. The other part of her got a tingle from making someone smile. In the end, she settled for a grunt. “No problem.”

She doubted saying anything would change Lisette’s mind. People didn’t fall into Rocket on a whim, even if they claimed that as their motivation. There was always something deeper to it. A controlling, abusive dad. An urge for belonging that society refused to give. And, it wasn’t like she could play professor on this. She’d been through one-and-a-half wars and still couldn’t cut the cord.

For a moment, the Xurkitree returned Lisette’s gaze. Or, at least, it’s head wires turned in her general direction. One of its golden fingers weaved idly in the air in front of her. “Pretty sure you have them all, AC.” She gestured further up the canyon. With movements similar to a slinky, the electric-type bounced its way toward a nearby outcropping. Only once work completed did the redhead turn to Lisette.

She mulled over her words. The girl had been open. It was a story she’d heard 100 times. “My ex-boyfriend.” She sighed as she scooped up a fallen Spoink. “Daddy issues.” Her badger gave her a sympathetic wince.

“Sorry about your grandma.” Must be nice knowing your grandparents though. Her dad acted like hers had the plague.

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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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nocturnes

POSTED ON Sept 6, 2024 2:37:54 GMT

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There’s a flowery duffle on the redhead’s back. It looks downright tiny there, a reminder of how freakishly large the girl is. At the other grunt’s question, Madd turns to her. Broad shoulders lift in a shrug. “It depends on the Grumpig.” People didn’t think much of Bellossom, but her Uncle’s had more wins under her belt than most legendaries. “Best not to chance it.”

As the pigs are robbed of their crowns, their bouncing grows more subdued. A few of them even start to cry. This is the case with the last Lisette strikes down. “Yakky!” She tosses something from the bag at her Obstagoon. It’s painted to look like one of the pearls. But Bright blue plastic’s still visible underneath the scratchy coating. With a bobble headed nod, the Obstagoon picks up the teeny psychic type and plops this counterfeit in its hooves.

Back in its head cradle it goes. The thing sniffled for a minute before settling into quiet sobs.

Miss Madd? That shit made her feel like some second-rate substitute professor. But it was nice to have a respectful newbie around. Most of the kids just stared at her tits while pretending to listen. As she pronounces the victory, Madeline’s Obstagoon bounds over to take the prize. There's an almost child-like glow in his ruby eyes. If successful, it goes into the duffel slung across his shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it.” Unlike some psychos, Lisette wasn’t trying to murder the piglets. “You’re doing great.” Sure, it was theft but there was no harm done. It wasn’t like the Spoink needed the things.

As another group of Spoinks bounced by, Madeline gestured to her Xurkitree. It unfurled atop its rock like a bush. Long strips of rubber reached out to pluck out a handful of pearls. Little shocks pauses the piglets hopping. For an instant, a second. Not long enough to stop their hearts.

The pilfered pearls dropped to the ground as it turned an eyeless head toward the redhead.

The redhead offered a thumbs up, even if she’s not sure she can see it. “Yeah! Rock on, AC/DC!” She plucks the pearls from the Xurkitree’s waiting wire cradles. She runs her thumbs over them as if for luck. That or an urge to doublecheck they weren’t being double-crossed.

They shouldn’t need that many more now. “What brings you to Rocket?” Everybody had a story.

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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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6TH ANNIVERSARY BINGO

POSTED ON Sept 4, 2024 14:06:22 GMT

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[attr="class","omgentop"]6TH ANNIVERSARY BINGO

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HOENN	~~CHAMPION~~	~~SIX~~	~~CELEBRATE~~	~~EMERALD~~
PAST	~~WAR~~	~~CONTACT~~	RITUAL	~~JUDGEMENT~~
~~PROFESSOR~~	~~ANOMALY~~	FREE SPACE	~~PROTECT~~	~~BRILLIANCE~~
~~WILDCARD~~	~~CAPTURE~~	~~CAKE~~	~~CHANGE~~	~~SURPRISE~~
~~RUBY~~	PRIDE	~~SPACE~~	~~MEME~~	~~SAPPHIRE~~

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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]

POSTED ON Sept 3, 2024 0:06:42 GMT

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The redhead just listens. After a moment, she relaxes back into the saddle, letting its back hump support a back. “Huh.” There’s a pause as she mulls her next words over. “I have no idea what music my mom likes.” [break][break]They’d spent a lot of time together, sure. But they’d never really talked. At least not about Jesse McKenna. It kind of made her feel like a dick. Not as big of a dick as dear old dad but a special kind of douche.

Hell, she didn’t even know her middle name. She doubted she'd ever even laughed at a meme Madd had sent her. “I’ll have to ask her some time.”

Madd stared at the muscular beast before her. She can feel the power in his limbs. But she can see why speed’s not his thing. The guy’s built like an ancient temple. Designed to hold up throughout centuries but not to race into the sunset. “Makes me glad nothing’s chasing us.” Except for that guilt gnawing at her like a cancer. It was a judgement far worse than that of any courtroom. And even the fastest Pokemon in the world couldn’t escape that.

At the talk of powers, she runs a finger down one icy spire. Just contact with it makes her shiver. Amber eyes watch carefully, in case the horse wants to frostbite her fingers off. “That’s a pretty cool power.” Her attention shifts to a nearby river. “Especially with all the water here.” When the seat titan is brought up, Madd tries her best to whistle. All that comes out is a stilted raspberry.

Her cheeks turned pink. “My cousin ran into it last week.” Luckily, no one had died. She wasn't sure what would have happened if she never saw those emerald eyes again. “I couldn’t imagine doing it on purpose.”

As he spoke again, the redhead fought the urge to roll her eyes. It wasn’t like she needed a babysitter. But she didn’t exactly plan to tell him that. “Works for me.” There’s a pause as she turns to look at him again. “Thanks again.” Her lips pull upward. “Really.”

First the pep talk and now scaring off a Paradox Pokemon. The guy really was a hero. A real protector of the people type. And, worst of all, that meant his brother probably was too.

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Navy

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

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HNN - VOLUME 8 ISSUE 2

POSTED ON Aug 29, 2024 2:35:10 GMT

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Both sides really screwed the whale with this one, huh?

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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]

POSTED ON Aug 24, 2024 23:50:46 GMT

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The redhead is a bit embarrassed herself. But the scenario makes her smirk. There’s something amusing about a big bad sheriff turning colors. She unfolds her arms. “Well, that’s good.” Madeline laid a nervous hand on the ice horse’s flanks. “I’d hate explaining that kind of frost bite to a doctor.”

The sheriff had ridden plenty of times, but this cantering iceberg didn’t know her. She’d watched a friend’s flaming crotch become literal when he’d kicked a Rapidash too hard. No harm had been done, but it was a pretty good reminder that these mounts weren’t cars with hearts. They were totally wild animals and pretty damned unpredictable.

The instructions earned a bob of the head. “Yeah.” She was glad her feet weren’t as hilariously out of proportion as her chest. Orange eyes watch the desperado swing himself into the saddle. “Easy enough.” She mutters an apologize to the stolid draft horse as she places her butt-kickers into the stirrup.

At his offer, the grunt shakes his head. This guy’s already helped her more than enough. Especially considering the shit she’d done. “Nah. I’ve got it, cowboy.” She can’t help but notice how stereotypical he looks in that moment. His five o’clock shadow visible as he stares at the chasm nearby.

“Hyup!” With a grunt, she pushes upward and—though it’s awkward and nearly a catastrophe—she manages to get into something resembling position. After a second or two clinging to the Glastrier’s neck, she forces herself straight. Her hips tighten around the horse's sides.

She grabs the reigns in her hands but holds them loosely. She figures the horse knows more than she does. There’s a brief silence that gnaws at her as the horse’s cold seeps into her skin. It bids her to speak.

’Hey, Sundance Kid. I killed your brother. Did I mention that?’
You ever hear the sound a skull makes when it bounces off cement?
What’s your opinion on fratricide?’

Instead, she leans forward as the horse moves forward. A much less disturbing question spills out. “Why’d you call him Slow Dancer?”

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Navy

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

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The Harm of a Plant [Navy]

POSTED ON Aug 6, 2024 0:31:01 GMT

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That portrait of valor is ruined when the Obstagoon turns toward them with a goofy grin. He even goes so far as to flex the muscles that had nothing to do with this. Madeline groans as the badger offers Navy a toothy grin. What a damn showboat. Still, she offers up a nod of thanks all the same.

“Dark type, huh?” She mulls it over. Then, she tries her best to lighten the situation with a joke. “You sure you don’t have a shadowslayer back there?” As the sword charges, Madd shouts an order to Yakuza. “Get back!” Sure, this attack was directed at the three-headed thing, but it could still put a big dent in Yakky’s hide.

As an explosion rocks the arena, the large woman finds herself on her ass. A weird rock catches her fall. Yakuza stumbles but catches himself on one beefy arm. For a second, parallel to the ground, he looks like a hip-hop dancer about to bust out a sick move. “Thanks.” Madeline murmurs to Navy as she rolls back to her feet.

For a moment, her eyes linger on the now emptied battlefield. She sees the gouges left by the Iron Jugulis as it clung desperately to the ground, eager to stay above the pit. SHe can still scent the power thrumming through the air. Any idea of confessing what she’d done dried up like a lake in a drought. This dragon had attacked his body, sure. But these hands? The ones currently pushing her up? Those had attacked his heart.

When asked if she has something to ride, Madd drops a hand to her belt. For a second, she debates on tossing out her pint-sized Garchomp. But it made her look like an adult riding a kid’s tricycle. It hurt her legs and looked dumb as hell. “Not anything that can get us out of here fast.” Her fat ass just slowed them down.

A brow rose as she stared at the two horses. Neither of them looked comfortable. “So, I can get my—” Her cheeks redden as her words stop dead. Maybe it was best not to call attention to her crotch. Besides, this guy had ridden them and still had his junk (presumable). “I’ll take the cold one.” She didn’t know what it was called nor the legends.

“I don’t want to hurt the Rapidash.” The white one looked sturdier—like a draft horse instead of some glorified show pony. After getting his approval, Madd returned Yakuza to his ball. Then, she approached the horse at a jog.

“So, uh—” Sure, her old man was rich, but he’d never trusted animals. She looked for a saddle and even feigned lifting her leg. “How do I get on?"

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Navy

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

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CLAMPERL DIVING

POSTED ON Aug 4, 2024 2:17:45 GMT

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When she’d been a kid, Madd had spent half her time at her Uncle’s house. To be more specific, with his daughter Aubre. Though by no mean professionals, the pair had tried their hand at Mantine surfing. It’d been fun, even if she spent more time in the water than out.

Now, she stood on the edge of the beach. Her bikini was a bit loose around the shoulders. The chest mountains meant having to go a size or two up. Luckily, the bottoms were okay. However, she kept having to adjust the damp trunks to stop them from sneaking into uncomfortable.

After listening to the lectures, she browsed the line of Mantine. Eventually, she settled on one that looked a little wizened. It had wrinkles around its shark-like eyes. It turned to her with a smile, one of its teeth was missing. “Hey—” The woman murmured after a look at the nametag. “You really okay being called Grammy?” The old ray bowed her head in the shallow surf.

“All right.” Looking to make sure no one was watching, she clumsily boarded the Mantine. She also tightened her life jacket. “Let’s start with something mid-level. A Starmie 720?” The speed with which the Mantine took off surprised her.

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

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Madd

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Circester

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CLAMPERL DIVING

POSTED ON Aug 4, 2024 1:40:41 GMT

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Last year, Madd made a nice chunk of change with this game. Sure, she wasn’t a fish, but it was easy enough. Her Blastoise—Aurora—did all the work. She just had to reach out and grab stuff.

After slathering on her last dab of sunscreen, the redhead stepped off the platform and onto her turtle’s waiting back. She then dropped to her knees and grabbed onto its shell. “Ready when you are.”

With a noise of acknowledgment, the Blastoise vanished beneath the surf.

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Amnestyville Horror [M]

POSTED ON Jul 31, 2024 7:20:40 GMT

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A rush of relieved air clouds the front of her mask. For a second, it feels like a sauna. “Thanks.” Madd would feel a lot more comfortable with the Obstagoon around. Sure, Smiles here could probably crush them like ants, but she wouldn’t die alone.

Obedient to his trainer’s beckoning, Yakuza rushes to catch up. His tongue occasionally flicks out his teeth, like a weirdly muscular badger dog with its head out the window. She had no idea where that habit had come from—or why he thought it made him run faster—but the redhead didn’t intend to correct it.

Soon enough, Yakuza was walking alongside them. On closer inspection, it seems he’s as nervous as his trainer. Bright red eyes flick often to her face and the mask. You good? Those gritted glances seem to say.

“I heard—” Arceus, it felt weird to say that. She’d never been the gossiping type. She preferred to ask people shit directly and not take information secondhand. “Your side’s giving Rocket’s a clean slate.” Just admitting that’s what she is making her heart pound.

Muscular arms cross across her chest. She’s basically giving herself a hug. “I want to know how that works.” And just how many pounds of flesh it’d take.

Probably around 215. That was how much @teddy’s brother weighed.

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ollie morales

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

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Jaws Live [AMIGO]

POSTED ON Jul 31, 2024 3:05:26 GMT

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Madd watched the dick-measuring contest with a soft smirk. It was good to see this guy still had some teeth. And the guy backed down. It reminded her of two wolves going at it on Discovery. Bullies needed to be put in their place sometimes. It was the only way to keep them from swarming the ladder.

The guy had a point. Bad meant different things to different people. “Poor writing. Horrible actors. Cheap.” A lot of modern movies take themselves too seriously. They got up on their pulpit and claimed a bunch of nonsense. For some reason, people thought every film had to be a masterpiece.

But just as many people worked on B-grade stuff like that. The Jurassic Park and Disney knock-offs. “It’s nice to turn your brain off.” That and she felt seeing that stuff—usually projects by people trying their best—did more than seeing the same high-budget crap. It was like being a cheerleader for the underdog.

At the talk of BINGO, Madeline laughed. Her legs swung idly over the water. “There’s a lot of stories, Mav.” She pauses for a moment. She looks like she’s about to ask a question but shrugs it off. He’d tell her if he didn’t like it. “But there was one time a guy won the whole pot. Like $20,000.” Her hands lift to imitate a tower of money.

“He got so excited he keeled over—” She smacked her hands together with a resounding CLAP. “Ambulance brought him back.” But Madd had never seen him again. Which was kind of weird now that she thought about it.

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

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Madd

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Tackle Shop Manager

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