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Sénon Game
AN AQUA ASSEMBLY PT. 2
POSTED ON Nov 21, 2021 23:12:01 GMT
As Quesar bobbed about the water and the second wave of explorers arrived at their temporary dead end, Kazimir Wynter was among them. The sight of him jumped the redhead back to the antechamber.
let's rewind and fill in a gap
Starmie () spun about, a muted glow on its core. Excited to explore a watery cavern, having been captured in one.
In accordance the nigh-magical article of armament crawled over him like a scab of a mesh, even his head. It was mobile, functional and discreet if not flashy.
If the Pokkenger himself hadn't been here, Sénon might have worried someone would notice the vigilante vibes of his own suit's natural forming design.
A 'jewel' formed at his center and the mesh stained the wine color of his hair and the gold of Starmie's core-guard.
Not unlike the lining of a starmie's core, the mesh took on an iridescence under certain lights and angles. When it wasn't red and gold it looked a bit like..
How the shit did zenji jabami make this material?
-and why did he think he was getting it back?
Kazimir's words were a mouthful but they seemed earnest enough, there was no need to question much beyond that.
Starmie was revving up, doing donuts on the water's surface.
So, at the slightest sign of a lull Sénon jumped in first.
No need to complicate things, they couldn't go any further without diving. What more was there to wait on? Let the Rockets scheme and occupy, and the Officers investigate and raid. Exploring the unknown and risking limb for locale?
-that was Ranger shit.
Soldiers, as well; John Sullivan proved as much following him under.
Ask any island boy; the best adventures started with a dive. Ask any gambler; anything worth having was worth risk. Ask any mother; boys couldn't be born beauty and brains.
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