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[JAIL][S][C/Kelpie] Breaker of Spirits

POSTED ON Nov 12, 2024 16:22:38 GMT

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Calpurnia sighed. “I am not surprised.” How this child had managed to become anything of importance was behind her. But a ranger captain was an important hostage, which is why she was languishing down here in the first place. It seemed that silly little truce over Sootopolis only went so far (which is to say a few yards), It made the idea of Walsh giving up their HQ a little less hard to swallow. “Makes sense the League would want someone easy to puppet.” It was easier to avoid breaking toys that way.
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“Men aren’t picky.” The violet-haired woman murmured offhandedly. She’d seen people far worse than Shalin shacked up with some slob. For a lot of the less fair persuasion, a glimpse of leg or flutter of eyelashes was enough to set them stammering. It was a fact Calpurnia had always been happy to take advantage of. “And you really should respect your elders, dear.” It wasn’t nice to bark at such a nice person like a dog.
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Violet hair rippled along her shoulders. “Multiple people helped with this monstrosity? It’s no wonder you all like to lose so much.” Apparently they liked investing in useless pet projects. “What does it look like?” The first stitch jerked up easily. It was much easier to take these suits apart than sew them back together. The zipper was always a good place to start. She’d keep pulling them until she felt better. “What made you decide to ride vines anyhow? It seems like such a strange choice.”

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✦ I can obviously stop her from doing too much damage. She's mostly just frustrated.

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Threat Assessment, Table Manners

POSTED ON Nov 12, 2024 16:20:38 GMT

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Calpurnia tries not to let her brow go upward. Obviously, many people did not consider a shift from field testing to administrative assistant to be a promotion. The mother’s job trajectory had been pretty straightforward. She’d started as an intern in an old pervert’s lab. Then, she’d been hired by the League for a junior position. After rising through a few ranks, she joined the Sygna project. Now, Kelpie sat at the same rung on the opposite side. “I do love a woman who can think on her feet.”
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At least she’s being honest now. The little curtain between them was tugged apart. Violet was now open about her role in this process. This transparency is followed up by another challenge. To say that this would be done ‘on the spot,’ implied she had not prepared for an interview. This sort of question was exactly what she expected. Calpurnia pauses only a moment before giving her answer.

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“I’ve spent my entire life without a perfect answer—” She had grown up poor, the result of a deaf mother and a barely functioning alcoholic father. Then, she had to deal with assholes at every step of her career. “I find solutions.” The elder woman took a deep breath. “And my motivation for this is not just about League versus Rocket squabbles.” Certainly, she did not like the League. They had dismantled her life in many ways.

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Fired her and sullied her good name in the scientific community. Chased her husband into an Ultra Wild he never found his way back from.

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“I do it because I know how dangerous these so-called gods are.” A simple Onix had leveled her hometown as a child. But the scale these gods brought were much worse. “I held my own against Kyurem and that dastardly little thief.” Ugh, she hated sticky fingers.
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Then, of course, the most simple reason of all. “And, simply put, I would be an asset.” She did not make a habit of applying to things she wouldn’t succeed at. It was bad optics, after all. Practicing was done in shadows, out of prying eyes.

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Violet Fairbanks

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✦ I appreciate your willingness to edit.

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POSTED ON Nov 12, 2024 16:18:53 GMT

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The oversized cat offers a nod of acknowledgement. Though he would not mind being petted, he knows it is not his right to interfere. Mother had to take her pound of flesh first. His bridge could be easily mended later. A few bits of meat or Kantonese under the table would cover the toll. His mistress’s insistence on a diet—even though his lovely weight made him durable—was quite an inconvenience.
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The mother does not care about John’s wiggling or the little miscreant peeking out her daughter’s hood. The talk of strays would wait until later. In this moment, it’s two years ago again. The dat daddy vanished. It’s those same sobs that now wrack her daughter’s smaller form. She doesn’t even bother scolding Cassie as tears draw dark lines down her pajamas. She just holds her tighter. “Shh. Shhhhhh.” She murmurs into dark hair like a wind through pond reeds. “I’m right here. No need to flood Sootopolis.”

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“I know.” She can feel the truth of those words. She knows what it is to run off as a teenager, but is glad (unlike her) her little chickadee flew right back. It’s gratifying to know—for all their complaining—that her children feel safe. And, at this point, she’ll do anything to keep it that way. Even if she has to tear down each brick of the League by her damned self.
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A thunderous rumble fills the space between them as Purrseus begins weaving figure eights between their legs. It’s very rare to hear the curmudgeon purr, but that is indeed what he’s doing.

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Cassandra Kubrick

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✦ Time to kiss and makeup?[break]

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Another Meaning of Mummy [HGT]

POSTED ON Nov 12, 2024 16:17:24 GMT

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Calpurnia enjoyed obedience. That look of worship and adoration sent a tremble through her that no one could match. Flattery really could get you anywhere with her. A small smile crept onto her face in response. A simple nod serving as a show of thanks.
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Honestly, she was delighted to have Lavinia along for the ride. But it would not do to let her eldest get complacent. The girl’s brag earns a chuckle and raised brow. It’s hard to deny the incredulity in her voice. “Will you now?” The scientist watched as the Espeon took to the stage. Purrseus watched the smaller cat disappear without comment. He never liked Linus. He was simply proof that his kind had not been good enough for the eldest.
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“It’s just a bug, Lavinia.” The scientist murmured to her uptight offspring. “You could squish it if you had to.” Though she would not advise it. Even if that ball wasn’t foul, it would end up all over someone’s shoes. It’d take ages to clean them off.
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As they entered the tunnel proper, Calpurnia’s eyes were drawn to a mural on the wall. Her mouth pursed. “Charming.” It was a violent depiction of a war. Whatever king built this place was shown dying a hero’s death. But there was something off about the—why was only one piece of it a gemstone? There was a strange coldness to this part of the wall. “Get back.”
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The woman pressed on the ruby. CRRRRRRRNK! Something grated beyond a wall as something shifted in the gloom. A hidden door, perhaps? The start of a trap that would spell their doom?

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Lavinia Kubrick

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✦ Time for some mummy daughter fun [break]

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POSTED ON Nov 5, 2024 3:58:21 GMT

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As Cassandra steps further inside, a certain rotund figure is silhouetted against the backdoor. Once she’s clear, Purrseus knocks the door shut with one hip. His spring loaded tail twists the lock into place with an audible click. Even he looks wan and out of place. His normally impeccable appearance is off. Straight whiskers bent at odd angles. Is that a bald spot on his rump?
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The sassy remark coaxes out a sigh. It seems she owes the refuse a reward of some kind. It seems his common sense is the only part of him that isn’t trashy. Maybe a little dig through her office garbage can? The silly little snot was never allowed in there. “Were you that attached to living like a hobo?” Really, nothing had actually changed. Cassandra was just better educated about the realities of it.
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Then, that question emerges. It’s small and reedy, on the verge of tears.
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Calpurnia shatters. Posturing ends as she rushes forward to crush her daughter to her in a bone cracking hug. “Oh, Cassie.” She doesn’t even care as trash juices are spread across her bursting pajama top. Her lips press into her daughter’s dry hair. “You silly, silly little Ducklett.” Tears pour down her face as she fights back a sniffle. That mask, that act meant nothing compared to the baby she held in her arms.
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The one she’d taught to walk and attended ballet recitals for. This was why she fought so hard to end the domineering aspirations of the League and the mad gods that threatened this world. Nails wrap tightly around her daughter’s quivering arms.
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“Of course I did.”

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Cassandra Kubrick

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✦ Time to kiss and makeup?[break]

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Orangutan Work [M]

POSTED ON Nov 5, 2024 3:54:24 GMT

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If the pair looked behind them, they’d find a tow-headed boy making his way toward where his sisters played in the surf. He’d eventually settle—cross-legged—onto his mother’s beach towel. Kelpie does not look behind to confirm this fate, merely assumes it is so.
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Then, the hero makes is move. “Cottontail?” Incredulousness coats each of the woman’s syllables. A silly, vapid name like that did not fill her with faith in the ranger’s ability. As a Cincinno appeared, any remaining trust shriveled up. The woman watches the pile-up with pursed lips. As he summons a mouse, she finds her nose wrinkling. A violet brow jerks upward as he calls out an attack.
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Calpurnia would not have minded letting the silly young man play hero. All red-blooded men needed their neanderthal moments. But he just had to fail spectacularly. And there was only so much incompetence she could take. “Oh, for Arceus’s sake.” She shook her head. “They really accept anyone in the ranger corps these days.” She supposes the treads of war had ground a lot of promising recruits into dust. This young man did not even seem to know basic type match-ups.
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Worse yet, he was wasting his time attacking a puppet intsead of the puppeteer.
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She pulls a Pokeball from the ribbon of her beach hat. From it, a Vivillon emerges. “Bug Buzz, Titania.” The butterfly beats its wings furiously in the Oranguru’s direction. This not only sends its hat flying but the beast as well. The Tyrunt shook its head with a stomp and a whine. Tears appeared in his beady eyes.
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“RU! GURU!” The dinosaur went back under. Now, hopefully, the boy would try again.

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✦ Let's go[break]

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Orangutan Work [M]

POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 1:12:09 GMT

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The little troublemaker wilted like a kicked rockruff. His big violet eyes lifted to meet Percy’s. Stubborn arms folded across his chest as he forced himself to straighten. “I’m not worried!” There’s a brief pause. “And I’m not little.” But he didn’t debate stuff with his mother. But it always was. The girls were happy to dance to mother’s tune. But he’d always been the type to push boundaries. Something that mom never had patience for.
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A sigh erupted. “Look, just bring Coby back.” There was no telling what that creepy ape would do to him. Sure, his mother would be fine with one less Pokemon in the house. But Xander? It’d shatter his heart. Daddy had trusted him with the little dinosaur, and it was all he had left of him.
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Seemingly irritated by the delay, Calpurnia threw a withering glance over her shoulder. This nonsense ruined her very rare alone time, and now some so-called hero was treating her like a villain. “I expect you to stay with your sisters until we get back.” And, if he didn’t, well, there were worse things than losing a pet.
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Soon enough, the Oranguru made itself known. It looked like something from a Disney movie. A big floppy hat hung over its head, obscuring its eyes. A pair of shark-covered board shorts hung around its waist. The entire outfit was a nightmare. It turned to face the pair with an excited grin. Its hand dropped to its stolen Pokeball. “Rangu! Guru!” It tried to flip its hat around in a show of force but just obscured an eye instead.
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Calpurnia paused. It seemed her little ranger friend wanted to take the thing on. “Be careful.” The woman advised. “This Pokemon isn’t all there.” Red light burst from the ball to reveal a little shiny Tyrunt. At first, it seemed confused. Its eyes slid back to the orangutan. It blinked. Psychic power made Kelpie’s hair stand on end as the monkey’s eyes glowed a bright violet.
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The Tyrunt’s eyes colored to match. It moves forward jerkily—like an old horror movie zombie—and tries to bowl the humans over with a Bulldoze.

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✦ Let's go[break]

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POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 1:06:10 GMT

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The porch light was on, a beacon to guide Cassie home. An oddity in mommy’s ultra-efficient ship.
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‘Motion detected.’ The phone pinged at the message and was almost immediately picked up. The familiar face on the screen fills Calpurnia Kubric with an immense sense of relief. Her baby’s in one piece, even if her hair looks like it’s been washed by knock off VO5. But this exaltation doesn’t last long. Right on its heels, there’s anger and indignation.
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She had been worried sick and this little brat couldn’t be bothered to return a text message. The tracking app on the phone had given a general idea of her location and it was terrible to contemplate. Her sweet, naive Cassandra holed up in the woods like some boarish backpacker. No doubt she would come home covered in fleas, ticks, and Arceus knew what else.
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Mother typically went to bed by 11 PM. The children—even the elder—knew waking her after that should be a matter of life and death. Which is why it’s strange when Cassandra sees a light on in the office. If she peeked inside, it’d be obvious that her mother had been distressed. The normally spotless desk is covered in mail and paperwork. In place of the typical cup of tea there’s a bottle of mid-grade wine. A champagne bottle hovers close to the keyboard. Normally perfect hair is a mess, like she’s been tossing in turning in a nonexistent bed.
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Some part of her wants to rush out there and cruss Cassie against her chest. Maybe cry into those dark purple curls and hold her like a baby again. Maybe even apologize for lying about what she did. But that would require Calpurnia to believe it was wrong. Instead, the scientist takes a deep breath and lets her mask slip into place. Even if it’s her daughter, there would be no showing her little tantrum had its intended effect.
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With one last breath, the diva steps onto the stage of her hallway.
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Her arms fold across her chest, mostly to stop them from shaking. A fleeting smile vanishes. “Well, well, well.” Mother sings. “Look what the trashbag dragged in.” She shook her head.
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“Your sisters were worried sick.” Implied was the fact that she wasn’t.

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Hometown Princess

POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 1:00:51 GMT

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Calpurnia is nothing if not egotistical. Her lips perk up slightly at the compliment. Her nails tap gently against her daughter’s sides in a faux tickle. “Even if you did, that doesn’t make it any less true, does it?” A gentle kiss is planted atop the dark-haired girl’s head. If it were any of Chrysanthe’s siblings, it would make Calpurnia suspicious, especially that little scamp Xander. But this middle child’s screws are too loose for bald-faced lies.
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Colin nods his head. Nostrils flare as he sighs and chuffs, the gesture punctuated by a burst of fairy glitter. He then sniffs, seemingly allergic to his own glitter. Calpurnia, meanwhile, ponders what fools would name a horse Colin. Though, looking at its long face, she’s reminded of an ex with the same name. A weedy little Galarian with a voice to match. That relationship had not lasted long.
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Though she knows this is all a—very expensive--farce, the scientist cannot help a warm sense of content sneaking up on her. This cheering and fanfare is what her inner fairytale stepmother yearns for. She straightens on the horse and fixes the people beneath them with an icy, domineering smile. At her daughter’s question, the mask slips. “Just smile and wave.” Kelpie lifted her hands to demonstrate.
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A few fairgoers rolled their eyes. They looked like goth album covers from the 90s.
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After a moment of this, a woman approached. “My lord! My ladies! Thank Arceus you came!” The knight dashed in front of them and pulled out his blade. “Halt! What is the meaning of this?!” His voice sounds almost bored. [break][break]

"It's Gridshog! He's back!"

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NOTES

✦ Time to take charge, baby girl!

BY GUNSMILE

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Threat Assessment, Table Manners

POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 0:53:10 GMT

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Calpurnia listens to Violet speak. There is a telling pause as the young ‘secretary’ finishes, the silent turning of gears in the background. “I have a decent record on the battlefield is well.” She had survived the fight with Kyurem as well as tangled with Nariya, Devlin, and Benoit at separate points. Though she is certain the latter would claim it’d been a tie. “I am not proposing I spend al my time in a lab I assure you.” In truth, there was something to be said for first-hand observation.
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“There are tests that can be done as a fight as well. Antidotes to be developed and suits to be repaired. A different perspective can make a difference.” While she loved grunts, many of them were hammers. To them, even a word search or a brain teaser looked like a nail.

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Kelpie’s lips perk upward. “I do love a challenge.” In many ways, getting here had been a fight. First there was the fact that she was a beautiful woman. Many of her colleagues had underestimated her. Many suggested she was wasting her gifts. Often, she’d been mistaken for a secretary or coffee runner. Then, after dispelling that, she had to convince the enemy to trust her.

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“But it is a possibility.” And, with their HQ in shambles, that was all she needed. She was beyond tired of legendaries playing games with their lives. They kidnapped her daughter and spat nasty prophecies into icy air. They uplifted the land and sea itself like it were playthings. “And all beings are pliable. It’s just about finding the right leverage.”

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Violet Fairbanks

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✦ I appreciate your willingness to edit.

BY GUNSMILE

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[JAIL][S][C/Kelpie] Breaker of Spirits

POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 0:46:56 GMT

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Violet eyes narrowed to slits. “Of course it can.” The woman curtly cuts Shalin off. Waves were a powerful force regardless of their source. At no point did she disparage sound. This stupid little bitch just doesn’t get it. Once her sentence ends, the pacing begins anew. It’s almost as if Calpurnia is the one in a cage.

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An art form? Certainly! But only trash walked around wearing bikinis made out of the Mona Lisa. “There most certainly is a wrong way to make one. Yours is the perfect example!” That and all of the knockoffs on the market. “You’re so naive it makes me sick.” While they certainly profit from selling them, they turn her stomach. It’s like someone remade Money’s best work with finger paint on mold drywall and presented it to him.

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“It’s not just a weapon you git!” Now, she’s toe to toe with the base of the cell. Prim little nostrils contract like a rodeo bull in a pen. “It’s meant to push us forward to a better society. Finally put Pokemon where they belong!” No more crushed homes. No more floods when an Arceus damned whale threw a temper tantrum. Her Purrugly rolls his eyes. While he adored his mistress, he did not necessarily share her view on his brethren. Humans were plenty above them already.
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Her laughter is dark. “There are far cheaper, less destructive ways to enjoy yourself, Nariya. Try a significant other.” A hand tugs the suit’s zipper down. A stitch puller appears in her hand. “Who exactly made this monstrosity?"

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Shalin Nariya

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✦

BY GUNSMILE

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PASSERBY ANALYTICS HQ #8

POSTED ON Oct 25, 2024 1:35:01 GMT

Passerby Analytics HQ #8

Answered In-Character Online at Home

#1
"What is your favorite Hoenn spot?"

There's an adorable little ice cream shop outside of Petalburg I absolutely love! It's where my hubby-bubby and I had our first date.
#2
"What's your favorite Bug-type Pokemon?"

I adore Vivillon. They really are the face of Pokemon adaptation. Mine reminds me of home.
#3
"Do you have any allergies? If so, what are they?"

Oh heavens, no. My little boy has a pretty severe peanut allergy. It's quite an annoying little quirk.
#4
"If you could get a single word descriptor as a title, what would it be?

I feel like this is a trick question. You can't say anything too egotistically, but I doubt self-depreciation is the goal either. I'd like to be seen as benevolent.
#5
"What is your favorite instrument?"

I am no musician! Quite the opposite in fact. I do think harps make beautiful music, however.
#6
"When was the last time you had fun?"

I enjoyed the company of a beautiful young woman last week. It's nice to have some adult time.
#7
"If everything in the world were to suddenly change, what is the one and only thing you'd want to stay constant?"

My children's presence in my life.
#8
"How is your decorating sense? Do you have an eye for design?"

I would say it's better than yours! Your outfit is horrendous.
#9
"What would you name your kids? or what are your favorite names?"

I had and named five of them. I like elegant names inspired by nature and history.
#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 would visit the Aether Foundation to start, and then recline on white sand beaches with a fresh daiquiri.
#11
"What physical part of you do you find the most attractive?"

I quite enjoy looking in the mirror. A body like this takes a lot of work.
#12
"How do you get your caffeine?"

I enjoy iced teas and Arnold Palmer.
#13
"Do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?"

Certainly! It really is a romantic notion, hm? I've enjoyed a battlefield roll in the hay from time to time.
#14
"What question do you yearn to find an answer to?"

Why do people revere Pokemon?
#15
What do you think of a god's relationship with their people? Can a god do wrong?
Anyone that thinks themself a god is crazed. It'd be easier to list the few things Arceus did right. Our world was truly designed by a mad goat.

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Another Meaning of Mummy [HGT]

POSTED ON Oct 20, 2024 23:59:11 GMT

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The woman quickly returns the Charizard to his ball. The idea of imprisoning a sentient creature does not bother her in the slightest. Pokemon were merely tools. They were to be used when needed and discarded or removed when not. Her darling Purrsy was the exception to that rule.
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Both obedient utterances received a charming smile of acceptance. She really did like when people did what she said. It made things much less troublesome.
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“Thank you, dear.” In truth, she trusted her daughter to be more helpful than any grunt. Just a few months ago, one had tried to help her with rabid Combees. She had ended up having to save his useless behind. Then, there was that lucky but incompetent dirty streamer Andrew Fisher.
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As they approached the entrance to the dig site, Calpurnia paused. From her bag she pulled out two miniature gas masks. A lot of those silly curses were just from the dirty air in these places. That or black mold that’d been allowed to propagate in the dark. The idea of mummies and the undead were preposterous. How could something bandaged from head to toe even walk in the first place? “Put this on.”
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Clicking her own mask into place, Calpurnia moved into the darkness ahead of them. The old stairs stirred up dust with each step. Calpurnia laments her shoes. A flashlight appears in her hands as they work their way into the belly of the tomb. “Keep your eyes out for any irregularities.” Temples like this were typically full of booby traps.
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There’s a strange rattling down as the path breaks in two. A Rabsca rolls down the path in front of them in an apparent panic. It doesn’t even look at them as it rolls in the opposite direction. Down the tunnel, something moans.
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“This way, Lavinia.” She sets off toward whatever had scared the little cockroach.

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Lavinia Kubrick

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✦ Time for some mummy daughter fun [break]

BY GUNSMILE

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it will come back | m

POSTED ON Oct 20, 2024 23:56:26 GMT

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“Purrsy, be a love and throw them off our scent.” The scientist hisses to her cat as they burst out the front door. Smoke streams out behind them.
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Calpurnia pulls them around the corner and into the nearby square. She encourages Absinthe to plaster herself against the wall. Her big cat takes off to the right and away from them. Like most hounds, the men are quick to follow the sway of a cat.

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Poor thing’s a wreck. The scientist is surprised when the other woman begins to shake. Normally cool eyes soften. “Unfortunately, that’s part of their job description.” Manicured hands give Absinthe’s hand a squeeze in return. While she thought the woman a little bratty, there was no reason not to be a decent human being. Last she checked, no one was charging for that. And they had just been victim to brutish thugs. A thing most women could take solidarity in.
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“It was my pleasure.” She’s sad she didn’t have a chance to kick one of the bastards in the balls. As the women separate, Calpurnia lets her eyes sweep over the crowd in front of them. The keening of the poison type earns a wrinkle of the nose but no outward comment. “We’ll have to take a raincheck, won’t we?” Her lips perk up almost flirtatiously.
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Kelpie stays in lockstep with the other woman until they reach a fork in the road. “Great minds, hm?” With a wave, the scientist turns away from Absinthe. She trusts Purrseus will find her when the heat’s off of his tail. Her baby boy was resourceful that way.
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She pauses. “I do hope you find what you’re looking for.” Hopefully, the name dropping helped. Her lot always needed ~~lab rats~~ new test subjects.

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Absinthe Blackwood

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✦ Let's go [break]

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