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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 08 Sep 2024 18:36:20 No. 6100041 Report Given how the conversation at the hotel went, something told you that Steele would do a better job asking townsfolk for opportunities to help. The fact that he didn't have Mary with him was already a huge help, nevermind his miraculous ability to get along with most people he met. You floated the idea to him while you remained against tree bark. Steele seemed happy as ever to indulge. "Ah, good thinking! There's surely no shortage of people in need of help..." He brought a stocky finger up to his enormous mustache. "I trust you will be elsewhere with Mary, doing something of importance?" You nodded. "It's up t' her whether she wants t' come, but I was thinkin' of askin' around the militia. Maybe one of 'em has more experience with that mount'n where all the trouble seems t' be comin' from..." Steele slapped you on the back hard enough to make you cough. "Well, boy, that seems like as good a plan as any!" He rose to his feet and straightened his white bowtie while he spoke. "Best we get to it as soon as we can, then! Go easy on the leg," he motioned to the Validanis bite, "and don't get another bite if you can help it." The busy businessman chuckled at his own half-joke, waving you goodbye and heading off into town after the two of you agreed to meet up at the hotel when you were done. Meanwhile... you had a guard to go look for. ----- Only the Lord knew where to start. There were so many state soldiers scattered about that you could've sworn the town was about to be attacked at any moment. You felt it, too; that air of the townsfolk fully believing it, of wanting nothing more than to run you out and never see another demon ever again... Lucky, then, that your answer eventually came straight to you. "<span class="mu-s">HALT!!</span> You there, with the weird..." ...the rifle pointed at your face was now waved in a general direction at the electric sheep remaining faithful to your right side... "...dangerous ram! Have you any reason to be so close to such a creature?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 08 Sep 2024 18:37:21 No. 6100042 Report He continued as you were about to answer. "You don't look like any shepherds I've seen 'round here. Answer, tell me now!" Your hands settled on both sides of your head, palms facing the soldier. "I assure you, sir, she's got no reason t' cause any harm." Mary bleated in protest and forced her way in front of you, giving the soldier an angry look. "Unless, of course, you intend t' hurt me." The soldier's face drained of color. All bark and no bite. He lowered his rifle but left his brows furrowed. "I've got little reason to hurt you specifically, stranger, but you best explain what you're doin' with such a great threat to this town right now." You adopted a straighter posture and slowly lowered your hands. "It's rather simple, officer. She's my companion, she follows me wherever I go. Couldn't tell you why," you half-lied, "but she's glued t' me like a dog to his bone." How did Steele manage to do this with such a straight face? You cleared your throat and continued. "I-I was actually thinkin' I could ask you-- have you got any idea of where the nearest mount'n is? I've got some business to attend to there..." The rest of your sentence was cut off by the man almost yelling in alarm. "Iron Mountain!! What-- sir, surely you're aware of exactly what you're doing?" You didn't get to say anything before he continued. "That damned place is the entire reason my station here's been so awful! Nothin' but death 'n despair over there, I tell you..." He looked away for a moment, then whispered. "...it's about thataways," he pointed westward with his rifle, "less than an hour's walk. But don't you dare step foot past the mount'n basin. People die there, sir, and I am not about to be the cause of another death. You best be back by nighttime, too. Or I'll head over there and drag you back myself." The man's intensity forced you to recoil somewhat. Maybe it had to do with him being so short, you wondered, or that big gun of his? You'd seen enough crazy gunmen back at home to know what they looked like. No matter. You gave a salute. "I'll... do my best not to, sir." With that... you headed westward.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 08 Sep 2024 18:38:21 No. 6100044 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 19 (1d100) (rollan, not done writing yet. Will be done when I post choices.)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 08 Sep 2024 18:51:35 No. 6100055 Report The trip to Iron Mountain was shorter than you'd expected. Within what felt like an hour, you were there... at the base of the mountain, of course. Yet, even from here, you could <span class="mu-i">feel</span> how acrid the air was. Your nostril hairs burnt if you tried to approach any closer, your hair stood on end... at times, when paired with the August sun, your skin felt like it was melting. A considerable distance was put between you and the accursed place. It was a horrible miracle that the miners of this town were so driven that they'd work entire days there without dying from the hostility of the area. Had the town been any lazier, most of it would probably be healthy enough today to keep the place running. Now then... you were here to search for Neofauna. You needed to find the source of all this as best you could without dying yourself and, surely, these outskirts were a good place to start. Even giving the place a lazy glance caught many anomalies that you hadn't even made out near Shenanigan's Gulch. Huge lumps of dirt uprooting natural bushes were common. Commoner yet were entire swathes of dead flora, burnt and blackened and crippled, rotten like they'd been left to grow in only the worst soil one could imagine. Most of the rocks you could find had scratches embedded within them, their orange and beige coloring segregated by deep gashes, with tree trunks and fallen logs faring no better. The most bizarre bit of all of this, however, had to be the regular flora nearby. The berry bushes and tree saplings with hardly a scratch in sight, the blossoming flowers... the sight was unearthly beyond compare. Where could you even start looking?>The lumps of dirt. Most of them seem to be next to deep, DEEP holes into the earth. You'd have to find some kind of cloth to cover your mouth with, but maybe these tunnels led to some kind of poisonous vent..? >The haphazard scratches. They look random, but maybe they could lead you to what caused them. There's an entire line of them to your left, all in a row... >The rotten bushes and trees. There's a clear trail of death here that runs through your right. No doubt this will take you somewhere... but if the poison is potent enough to fell a fully-grown tree, you shudder to think what it would do to you. >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? >Someplace completely different. Patrol the outskirts for any kind of creature activity and clear out what you see. There's no time to delve into specifics: this is urgent.
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>>6100041 How dare he misgender Mary?! But granted, she does have horns.
>>6100055 >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? Anonymous
>>6100055 >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? Anonymous
Happy to see another thread, QM, and with so much content to start as well. I'm excited to see where this leads next.
>>6100055 Checked.
>The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? Understanding why they're immune to the hazardous environment could lead to medicines or antibiotics to treat poisonings.
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>>6100041 >>6100042 >>6100055 >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? Yay, new thread! Let's see if Waltur can help the town just a little bit.
Honestly, it's just that I am not in the mood for killing him by walking into a poisonous mon or suffocating him in a cramped tunnel.
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>>6100055 >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? Shit, there's probably a bunch of Koffing around here isn't there
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>>6100055 >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? Anonymous
>>6100055 >The odd patches of blooming wildlife. Helping the townsfolk is important, of course, so maybe some foraging for berries could help. Or maybe the source of all this lush growth could help make Redding's fields just that little bit more efficient? A poison type that can naturally inject nitrogen into the soil would be a game changer for agriculture. We’d pre-empt Fritz Haber’s work by over thirty years and revolutionize farming overnight.
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>>6100155 Grimer for sure, based on rumors we've heard.
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>>6100055 >The rotten bushes and trees. There's a clear trail of death here that runs through your right. No doubt this will take you somewhere... but if the poison is potent enough to fell a fully-grown tree, you shudder to think what it would do to you. I’ll be the lone dissenting vote I guess. It’s more likely this will lead to what’s poisoning the water supply without putting us in a bad situation, unlike dropping down the holes. We’re here to study first, then fix once we know what we’re dealing with.
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OP got hit by a random 3 day ban courtesy of some other chud in his ip range
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>>6100696 Damn it! Anyone else who can post for him while he's appealing it or waiting it out?
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>>6100696 Thanks for the heads up. That sucks.
>using the word chud without irony That isn't helping OP's case.
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>>6100696 That sucks. I guess the quest can wait a couple of days without completely dying, though.
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>>6100747 It's a good thing the quest's premise leaves a lot to discuss.
>>6100751 We're all playing the same character in this quest. I don't think we need individuals avatars.
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>>6100751 Let’s get a discussion going to preserve the quest.
If Chud were a Pokémon, what would it be?
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>>6100781 The pond has fallen.... Millions must evolve...
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>>6100781 I suspect we may even run into these fuckers in the mine.
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>>6100807 I have to ask what the hell is wrong with the Pokémon art community. Is it bipolar? Most of the art is very lighthearted and cutesy but you also have people making whatever the hell this is. What compels people do make these... bastardizations of otherwise innocent mon?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:Go5ri8Fy Mon 09 Sep 2024 19:27:50 No. 6100824 Report >>6100696 Hi, it’s me, just here to confirm that this guy is not bullshitting. My home IP was banned for three days for… god knows what. Probably some different person in my range being a dick, I don’t know.
Assuming this goes through, I’ll continue posting updates daily. They’ll just be confined to specific times in different areas and I won’t have my super fancy OP formatting powers. I’ll leave the formatting in so that you get an idea of where it was supposed to be if I could insert any, but there won’t be any fancy text effects for the next three days.
After that, things should be back to normal.
>>6100065 >>6100108 >>6100121 >>6100131 >>6100155 >>6100186 >>6100213 I have a post prepped for following the blooming patch that will go up after this, so here are your (You)s.
In the meantime, feel free to discuss things or vote for the quest on the suptg archives here: https://sys.4chan.org/derefer?url=https%3A%2F%2Fsuptg.thisisnotatrueending.com%2Fqstarchive.html%3Ftags%3DPok%25C3%25A9pocalypse%2520Revival I hope I’ll be able to post daily regardless of this odd hurdle. If not, oh well. I’ll be able to do so just fine come Wednesday evening, so I’m happy with that too.
Don’t let me interrupt any discussions you planned on having with that statement, haha. More than happy to see speculation fill the void. :)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:Go5ri8Fy Mon 09 Sep 2024 19:30:03 No. 6100825 Report The least dangerous of all these options was also the most promising. Flourishing wildlife in such a poisonous place? That would definitely be of use to the townsfolk, whether you found the source of the poison or not. You wasted little time in following the trail of excess flora into a small patch of woodland. The further you went into the sparse forest, the more you noticed what [i:lit]types[/i:lit] of flora were flourishing here. Flowers, especially of the red and blue varieties... alongside [i:lit]berries.[/i:lit] You felt a smile force its way onto your face. These weren't even the more poisonous berries you'd noticed back at Shenanigan's Gulch. These were definitely edible. Raspberries, blackberries, elderberries... or were those pokeberries? It was hard to tell. Nevertheless, the sight of enough food to feed every kid in town for a week was quite the pleasant surprise. A rather abrupt clearing forced its way into the woodland. You ducked behind a bush to take a peek at what lay within, just in case you found yourself caught in an illusionary trap again. There, in the middle of the sunny patch of grass, you saw... some kind of sprite. A three-horned(!) creature, covered with some kind of leafy tunic, with roses for hands and a pair of oddly featureless legs. Surrounding it was a trio of even odder creatures. Their heads were reminiscent of an infant flower's, yet they seemed to sprout from a second bulb as opposed to any kind of stem. They, too, had those strange legs... if you could count stumps so short to be legs. You could barely make out the small bibs and expressions they seemed to possess. Tiny faces, almost inscrutable from such a distance, with beady eyes and v-shaped smiles. Like tiny children, stuffed into artichokes and given life. You couldn't make out much more. The creatures were so small that you feared you would step on them if you tried to enter the clearing. All you could do was watch... for now.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:Go5ri8Fy Mon 09 Sep 2024 19:32:00 No. 6100826 Report Acid continued to sting your nostrils alongside the brambly branches of the bush you'd bunkered behind. The constant poking and prodding at your skin was a never-ending irritance that you were willing to ignore for the sake of this analysis. You took extra care not to move your feet, aware of the thin sticks that would surely alert the strange creatures, instead focusing your entire effort on observation... The three-pronged creature seemed to be some kind of leader. A mother, perhaps? She approached a bush and, with seemingly no effort at all, grasped a prickly branch... Within minutes, the bush had begun to flower. Another short slice of time left the bush littered in bright red berries, their rubbery skins reflecting the excess sunlight right at you, the small bud-creatures jumping and squeaking with surprise as their mother offered a berry to the diminutive crowd. The scene warmed your heart in a way you couldn't describe. The best explanation you could muster was that it reminded you... of home. Of when your own mother had first shown you how to tend to plants. How to sow their seeds, how to gather their harvest, how to appreciate the plants that remained. You found yourself whispering thanks to the strange fae underneath your breath. The moment was cut short at its very end, however, by an intruder. A new face, at least three times the size of the three-pronged flower-spirit, cruel and inflamed like a bee had stung both its cheeks. The stranger's narrow eyes fronted a body not unlike a skunk's, with purple fur and an enormous bushy tail that immediately forced you to pinch your nose upon its entrance. The new creature wasted no time in approaching the berry bush, not seeming to notice the small spirits, sniffing the fruits they'd borne with a jealous look in its eyes. You looked around you for Mary on instinct, hoping that if something went topsy-turvy she'd be there to keep things afloat.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:Go5ri8Fy Mon 09 Sep 2024 19:33:06 No. 6100829 Report It then occurred to you that you had no clue where your sheepy friend was.>Keep watching the clearing. You want to make sure the forest spirits are safe and aren't sure that this newcomer is a threat. It wouldn't hurt to do a little research on them while you could, either... >Intervene and try to scare the stranger off. Skunks are a menace at the best of times. Who knew what would happen to this one patch of oasis if a more powerful variety were to harm these benevolent forest spirits? >Abandon the clearing entirely and go looking for Mary. Regardless of how long this food supply could last, you need to know where your sheep is. What could you even do without her? >Write-in.
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>>6100824 Thanks for the notice, QM. Glad to see you back.
>>6100826 >Within minutes, the bush had begun to flower. Another short slice of time left the bush littered in bright red berries, their rubbery skins reflecting the excess sunlight right at you, the small bud-creatures jumping and squeaking with surprise as their mother offered a berry to the diminutive crowd. This is the greenest fucking powder keg this side of the Rockies.
>Abandon the clearing entirely and go looking for Mary. Regardless of how long this food supply could last, you need to know where your sheep is. What could you even do without her? She likely kept away from the stench.
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>>6100829 >Keep watching the clearing. You want to make sure the forest spirits are safe and aren't sure that this newcomer is a threat. It wouldn't hurt to do a little research on them while you could, either... We're injured and alone. We don't want to get got by some butt-faced skunk.
>>6100812 I don't know, anon, why are you in a quest where a Mareep brutally curb-stomped a Mightyena to death?
>>6100824 Sorry to hear about your luck, QM.
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>>6100860 Because Mary is awesome and brings joy.
>>6100825 >>6100826 >>6100829 >Abandon the clearing entirely and go looking for Mary. Regardless of how long this food supply could last, you need to know where your sheep is. What could you even do without her? She is our only line of defence and I don't want to bear the fact that we were blushing at some pretty berries while Mary may have gotten poisoned and killed on my conscience.
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>>6100829 >Call for Mary. It should bring her towards you and attract the attention of this skunk creature. It should be enough for these fae creatures to fight or run away before it continues to eat at the bush. I would very much like to befriend these creatures. Serving as a momentary distraction may be enough to help that cause without putting us in undue danger, and we can still track down Mary afterward.
If I’m wrong I’m wrong. It’d likely mean using a nut on mom flower and asking them to help us beat back the skunk.
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>>6100696 Motherfucker, the same thing happened to me yesterday. Who's IP hopping on /b/?
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>>6100846 These creatures are going to revolutionize farming.
>>6100829 >Abandon the clearing entirely and go looking for Mary. Regardless of how long this food supply could last, you need to know where your sheep is. What could you even do without her? Bad sign.
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>>6100829 >Keep watching the clearing. You want to make sure the forest spirits are safe and aren't sure that this newcomer is a threat. It wouldn't hurt to do a little research on them while you could, either... Best not to turn our back on it.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:9T3HReSy Tue 10 Sep 2024 12:39:08 No. 6101284 Report Quoted By:
>>6100846 >>6100876 >>6101096 We’re leaving the clearing. Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:uL6pWhir Tue 10 Sep 2024 12:54:19 No. 6101285 Report As much as you were fascinated by what was happening (and wanted to protect the forest spirits in case this newcomer meant trouble)… you needed to find Mary. Her safety was non-negotiable, and you hadn’t a clue of where she could be. So, wincing briefly as you limped out of your hiding bush, you retraced your steps… better to look where the pair of you had been than take a shot in the dark. Returning to the original mess near the mountain’s base netted you results rather quickly. You heard a quiet mehhh as you approached, following the noise through thinner and sicker branches scattering a scant dirt path, until you found… a strange mole. A brown and white one, to be exact, with claws longer than your torso and blue stripes down its belly. The stranger was halfway into one of the holes you’d noticed earlier, its bleached face now turning to face you, its head tilting to the side to reveal… Mary! You sighed relief as the sheep saw you and lit up. She seemed to have been legitimately frightened, before, her tail still high in the sky and her feet in a stance you’d only seen her in before attacks. She bounded over to you and rubbed your leg, her right horn rolling back and forth over your knee, before she turned back to the mole and gave it an irritated huff. The mole seemed more confused by this behavior than anything, never making any moves towards the two of you or doing much more than tilting its head or trying to sniff random things. You wondered what on earth could have prompted Mary to be so peeved by it. And you would’ve wondered further… had you not been struck by an overwhelming drowsiness soon after. Mary seemed unaffected, but the mole was evidently hit by the exact same impulse. A sweet song rung out through the area in tandem, its melody inviting you to close your eyes as it continued on, its high notes ringing through your head, the impulse overwhelming you until… …it was over. In front of you lay a sleeping mole, its head now lolling onto the side of the hole, soon joined by a few more of its kind mimicking its posture outside their own small tunnels in the dirt. You were slightly groggy at best. Mary was as energetic as ever. The sound had come from the clearing you’d just left behind. >Return to the clearing. It might be worth it to see what made that noise. Had the sprites sung such a song? Surely there was no way… >Returning there could be dangerous for the both of you. You aren’t sure of the skunk’s status and that song nearly incapacitated you someplace where you’ve been having issues breathing clearly. Patrol ahead instead, opposite the direction of the clearing. >Stay here and study the moles. They are properly asleep and you need to make sure those vents aren’t the cause of all these poisonings. >Write-in.
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>>6101285 >Return to the clearing. It might be worth it to see what made that noise. Had the sprites sung such a song? Surely there was no way… Rosalia really stretches our mandate as a “biologist” instead of a botanist. But this may easily be the weirdest “demon” we’ve come across so far. The rest have just been “animal with ability”, this is an ambulatory plant.
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>>6101285 Return to the clearing. It might be worth it to see what made that noise. Had the sprites sung such a song? Surely there was no way…
Lets see what the flower did to the skunk.
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>>6101299 Oops, forgot to greentext my choice. Oh well.
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>>6101291 +1
That's gotta be Grasswhistle
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>>6101285 >Return to the clearing. It might be worth it to see what made that noise. Had the sprites sung such a song? Surely there was no way… I'm
>>6100860 on mobile.
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>>6101285 >Return to the clearing. It might be worth it to see what made that noise. Had the sprites sung such a song? Surely there was no way… Keep a close eye on Mary as we do so.
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>>6101285 >Return to the clearing. It might be worth it to see what made that noise. Had the sprites sung such a song? Surely there was no way… Just had a thought. Could they turn our apricots into bushes? That’d be pretty nice for restocking.
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Just caught up. Fantastic quest. Keep it up QM
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>>6101285 On second thought, this interaction plus the previous interactions with Skarmory (a Pokémon that is indubitably much stronger than Mareep in most other scenarios) have me thinking type advantages in this universe are pretty damn severe. I think we should keep Mary far far away from any ground-types for now to keep her safe. We were lucky this Drilbur (?) was not in the mood for a scrap.
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>>6101902 But those Skarmory pecked the Heatmor's brains out
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>>6101915 Exactly, and Heatmor is already a pretty strong Pokémon compared to Mareep. Mary wouldn't beat it in a one-to-one.
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>>6101915 Took a whole flock, though.
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>>6101921 Yeah, because its a fire type.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:WMLGSWp7 Wed 11 Sep 2024 16:43:41 No. 6101951 Report Quoted By:
>>6101291 >>6101299 >>6101305 >>6101323 >>6101324 >>6101332 Unanimous yet again. We’re returning to the clearing.
>>6101902 No, part of that is just early-days jank from before I had a lot of the power scaling figured out. Types do play a decently big role, but I want to emphasize technique more than rock-paper-scissors just because it makes for much more interesting writing. The flock bit was more of a rule of cool + conservation of ninjutsu situation where she was facing a lot of weaker opponents at once (for reference: they didn’t even know any STAB yet and I tried to emphasize that in the writing) and it would be really cool if she managed to take them all down herself. Had the fight taken place a week or two later, she probably would have been more challenged.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:bhPvvYqb Wed 11 Sep 2024 17:20:11 No. 6101961 Report You started towards the origin of the strange melody, Mary definitively by your side as you went. The pair of you made no qualms about entering the clearing proper, this time, and were greeted with the sight of a sleeping skunk… and a panicking forest spirit. One of her children was missing. You weren’t certain where it could’ve gone, but the mother’s constant attempts to lift the skunk’s tail gave you enough of a hint. To your great surprise, the spirit was hardly alarmed by your entrance. One of her children even squeaked in your direction, seemingly deciding to approach Mary before going back on that decision halfway to her, returning to the skunk where the entire group now gathered and directing that noise towards the purple stranger instead. You made an attempt to approach the skunk alone, your fingers pinched over your nose, but even with shielding its stench was so overpowering that you ended up having to stay a full foot away from it. Mary, too, flinched upon imitating you and instead opted to step even further back. It took a few seconds for you to realize what pose she’d taken— And, within a minute or so, you managed to scramble away with the nearest child before Mary [i:lit]shocked[/i:lit] the sleeping skunk awake.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:bhPvvYqb Wed 11 Sep 2024 17:21:32 No. 6101962 Report What followed was a blurry mess that you could barely remember once it was over with. The skunk had awoken immediately, freeing the missing child beneath its tail, and thrown itself at Mary right after. Mary had met the force of the skunk with her head, tearing into the dirt to keep herself upright as she was pushed almost an entire league backwards, headbutting the skunk and shocking it where necessary until it began to falter. You’d spent that time stealing the rest of the spirits away as the skunk retaliated with a plethora of stench-based attacks, each more obviously poisonous than the last, returning to the bush you’d first hid in and trying to yell out for Mary to listen to you. Shock after smell after shock after smell infested the once-flourishing arena, the influence of the skunk soon degrading it to the same state the rest of the forest lay in, and when the constant claps of thunder and blinding flashes of light had subsided… …you peeked your head above the bristly top of the bush to see Mary standing atop a defeated skunk. Its eyes remained open, yet her hoof upon its side made the results clear. Mary had won. She seemed docile, after that, gently nudging the unconscious creature aside as she made her way back to you and the spirits. To her great dismay, you recoiled at her appearance. She had brought the skunk’s smell with her. Your eyes watered. You couldn’t stay around here much longer— the lingering poison was beginning to hurt you badly enough that you found yourself slipping in and out of clarity. With the sprites cupped in your palms, you dashed out of the clearing and further down the trail, Mary following you soon after. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:bhPvvYqb Wed 11 Sep 2024 17:25:13 No. 6101964 Report You couldn’t make it all the way to Redding. You thought at first that the main issue was your aching leg, but upon finding a source of water your body made the real cause obvious. Staring at your reflection in the vomit-laden water of the nearest pond granted you the sight of the sprites for the first time since you’d run away from the clearing. They seemed far better off than you— given the circumstances— the mother had been clutching two of her children while a third had laid its strange bud between your thumb and palm. The only point of concern was how one of the mother’s pair seemed flatter… and perhaps a bit yellower. They seemed surprised by your sudden stop, with the mother looking up to you with a tilted head. You lowered your palms to the grass to let them go. The mother didn’t hesitate, taking her two children with her and motioning to the third to follow. The third, once it had pried its bulb out from the fleshy crevasse it’d nestled it in, looked back at you for just a moment. >Motion for it to follow the mother. It would be wrong to tear up a family like this, especially after such a harrowing event. >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave.
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>>6101961 >>6101962 >>6101964 >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave. He might like :)
Although I hope we dont upset mama flower by appeasing her child....
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>>6101964 >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave. I wouldn’t mind making them a recurring series of neofauna to study though. What they eat (they’re plants, but do they need unusual amounts of water? Other things we don’t expect?) and the limits of their powers would be good to know. They may even be able to clear some poisons from flora if they can make it grow that readily.
Anonymous
>>6101964 >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave. Ampharos and Roserade seems like the start of a good team.
Anonymous
>>6101964 >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave. Anonymous
>>6101964 >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave. Anonymous
>>6101964 >Motion for it to follow the mother. It would be wrong to tear up a family like this, especially after such a harrowing event Its only right. We're not some charlatan self-appointed intellectual who gets between a family for the sake of curiosity
Anonymous
>>6101964 >Motion for it to follow the mother. It would be wrong to tear up a family like this, especially after such a harrowing event. I'd really hate to separate the family, even if this is a good research opportunity and a potential boon to nutberry farming. The Rosalia looked really panicked when she was missing one of her children. If this is also a female, I'd also be worried about her competing for our attention with Mary. It would be a weird look if all the Pokemon traveling with Walter are female, anyway.
>>6101967 >>6101971 >>6101981 Budew spreads allergenic pollen every Spring. We should get him or her to evolve before then if we go through with taking the Pokemon.
We're also going to need answers to Fire, Psychic, and Ice. Anonymous
>>6101964 Changing vote from
>>6101981 to
>Motion for it to follow the mother. It would be wrong to tear up a family like this, especially after such a harrowing event. Anonymous
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>>6102020 Team comps, hah! Like I’d know what I’m doing there!
But more seriously, we’ll may end up having Walter experience that pollen first-hand by accident. I have no idea if they’d evolve by spring, and I can’t see him training a pokemon like this to the same extent he’d train Mary. Not unless it shows some impressive tricks.
>>6102012 It can also be viewed as a weak kindness. The mother may have too many children to safely protect in this area, as evidenced by what happened with the child that was caught under the skunk.
But using that reason alone and taking the child away without any further meetings isn’t right either, so I do think if we offer the nut then we should go out of our way to meet back up with the mother so they can continue to socialize while we study other things. We’ll eventually move on to places here where it won’t be safe for all of them, but we don’t need to leash them by us at all times.
Unless accepting the nut turns them into an exile or something. Not my intention, but I can’t know better until it happens.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 12 Sep 2024 00:17:57 No. 6102131 Report testing the waters to make sure I was unbanned
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 12 Sep 2024 00:22:58 No. 6102136 Report >>6102131 <span class="mu-i">alright,</span> i'm finally free!!
Okay, now it's time to deliver the bad news lol.
No entry tomorrow, i'm completely swamped. I'll put one out on Friday, but tomorrow's a no-go. I'll see you all then.
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>>6102131 >>6102136 Welcome back, QM!
>>6101964 >Offer the little one a nutberry. You’d rather offer it to the mother, but you can’t handle four of these creatures at once and she seems eager to leave To handle ground types.
Too few kids dying on our watch for a Phantump. :( Anonymous
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>>6102136 Don't worry about it. We're happy that you got access back.
>>6102172 IT WAS YOU. Anonymous
>>6102172 We don't have proof of that yet
But ghost types may possibly exist unless all those spooky happenings were the zorua.
We should pursue a water type amphibian. California is a hellhole without a stable water source after all
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>>6102144 We'll keep this thread running for the day.
>>6102342 Yes, hencewhy finding one is a job and a half. There aren't that many swamps or ponds on our route to Sacramento, are there? In the case of swamps, I don't think we will find one until we reach the east coast.
Anonymous
>>6101961 >>6101962 Mary is a total badass.
>>6101964 >Motion for it to follow the mother. It would be wrong to tear up a family like this, especially after such a harrowing event. It's a cute little thing, but I'm not strong enough to tempt the bulb baby away to a perilous journey. The mother seems fond of her children and was really worried when it got itself in danger.
Anonymous
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>>6102342 I think it was Duskull
>>6102418 I love how pokemon still have their fighting bloodlust irregardless of what they are. They all love battles no matter how peaceful they might be. A Togekiss or Audino or Blissey will still kick ass
Anonymous
>the world will soon learn pic related exists Gentlemen, we should address the elephant in the room.
Anonymous
>>6102528 Somewhere, a Pikachu will electrocute an indian elephant
Anonymous
>>6102529 >thick skin >large body mass How many volts would that take?
Anonymous
>>6102528 >Human-like Egg Group Horrifying, but we don't share the same ancestry in this scenario
unless there is a twist reveal later .
>the African slave trade gets replaced by Pokemon This is the more-tifying possible outcome.
>>6102529 >Pyroars in Africa >any Fire type in Africa really God willing, this will prevent some problems we face today.
Anonymous
>>6102530 I think that an Ampharos would suffice, so we'll just have to wait a couple of... how fast do Pokémon evolve in this universe?
If we take the gap between date of general Pokémon appearance and the date the Mightyena evolved (about a month? idk, I cba to check this), make it longer due to Mary being a medium slow leveler in contrast to Poochyena's medium fast rate and double it because Mightyena can already appear at level 18 (!) while Mary would take until at least level 30 to evolve, plus the fact that Mary is probably in way less action due to her being with Waltur all the time...
I think she will evolve when the leaves start falling.
Do leaves even fall in the Californian autumn? I genuinely don't know, I'm too northern to comprehend Mediterranean climates. Anonymous
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>>6102544 That being the evolution into a Flaaffy, I can't be bothered to guesstimate the entire way up to Ampharos without any reference points for second-stage evolutions.
Anonymous
>>6102528 I don't want to think about it, and I think Waltur wouldn't want to either. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, alright?
>>6102529 On the topic of elephants, I think that pokemon like Donphan, Copperajah, and Mudsdale would be revolutionary in the labor and entertainment department. Only hurdle I can think of is what kind of training would make these creatures tolerant to all of that crap. I know Mary likes us, but that's because we're nice to her too. If she didn't like us there would be no way we could stop her from leaving.
>>6102538 >spoiler It's strange how quickly pokemon adapted to our world. I don't think they have problems with eating the fruits, vegetables, and meats that have been on this earth for much longer than them. They had to have come from somewhere, and that hypothetical place would look very much like our own.
Also, the slave trade has been formally disbanded atleast 80 years ago and Juneteenth was 20 years ago. It JUST happened though. Wonder if pokemon will affect this too.
>>6102544 I'm not sure how evolution works in this setting since the anime takes liberties with the "when" and "why" of evolution (like how Bulbasaur have a dedicated cycle of the year to evolve, and how bug type evolutions involve reaching maturity while other pokemon like pic related can be old as fuck without ever evolving). Until QM clarifies or we find out in universe, I'll take your word with a grain of salt.
Anonymous
>>6102538 >>6102547 >>the African slave trade gets replaced by Pokemon >It's strange how quickly pokemon adapted to our world. The first and partly the second got brought up in the last thread iirc. For the second of these, I think lower cost and complexity of infrastructure as well as a less specialized job economy plays a big role. This quest would be a lot more chaotic if it took place in the modern era.
>>6102547 >We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, alright? No, Walter's going to cross that bridge. He's going to have to put a stop to at least one instance of it and he'll have the trauma from seeing it firsthand.
>pokemon like Donphan, Copperajah, and Mudsdale would be revolutionary in the labor and entertainment department. Only hurdle I can think of is what kind of training would make these creatures tolerant to all of that crap. People will learn very quickly, the easy or hard way depending on the person, that Pokemon would only be as willing to work with you as much as they like you or another Pokemon keeps them in place. This would mean that slave labor would be conducted by "weaker" first evolution Pokemon and overseen by stronger, more evolved ones. Of course, matters like trafficking are exceptions
which I would not want to discuss to great depth in this thread .
>Also, the slave trade has been formally disbanded atleast 80 years ago and Juneteenth was 20 years ago. That unfortunately doesn't stop anything, even today.
>They had to have come from somewhere, and that hypothetical place would look very much like our own. Man, the day Walter finds a Pokemon that can talk...
Anonymous
>>6102538 >the spoiler There was a book in DPP about this. >Sinnoh Folk Story 3: There once were Pokémon that became very close to humans. There once were humans and Pokémon that ate together at the same table. It was a time when there existed no differences to distinguish the two. In the first line, the literal translation states that people and Pokemon once married each other. Anonymous
>>6102574 That's also continued in PLA where in a sidequest
there's a Froslass with two Snorunt who she had with a traveler, which is literally just a common yuki onna myth Anonymous
>>6102574 Let's hope our beloved QM does not go for the canonization of these back-door shenanigans.
No really, there are already enough dubious quests out there as is. We don't need another one. Anonymous
>>6102565 >This would mean that slave labor would be conducted by "weaker" first evolution Pokemon and overseen by stronger, more evolved ones. I was thinking less "prison rules" and more like psychological circus torture. You have to break an elephant's spirit before you make it stand on two legs. Pokemon and wild animals alike can really fuck up a human being if they wanted to, so the first thing to do is condition them to not fight back. I don't think a ringmaster would be above using OTHER pokemon to inflict that torment, though.
>>6102574 >>6102577 >>6102580 It'll probably happen as a minor footnote in Waltur's journey, hearing rumors at the old bar or whatever
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>>6102580 >>6102590 When Pokemon civil rights inevitably get brought up decades from the quest's time as talked about last thread, this will become a much more frequent topic. As far as Walter's lifespan and the scope of this quest are concerned, however, it probably will only go as far as bar rumors, keeping someone's heavily implied secret, or rescuing someone's Pokemon from a sick fuck.
I will be very, very upset toward the QM if it turns out leaving the Zorua pack with the pastor was a terrible mistake. >>6102590 >I was thinking less "prison rules" and more like psychological circus torture. You have to break an elephant's spirit before you make it stand on two legs. Pokemon and wild animals alike can really fuck up a human being if they wanted to, so the first thing to do is condition them to not fight back. I don't think a ringmaster would be above using OTHER pokemon to inflict that torment, though. A dubious silver lining is that human slave labor might truly disappear, although the reasons are far less than comforting.
Anonymous
>>6102590 I remember an episode of Top Gear that was filmed in some South American country.
Jeremy was appalled to hear that “a sheep is everyone’s first girlfriend” from a local.
Also think of how many drones have filmed ISIS fighters raping donkeys.
This is definitely going to become a problem, humans in the real world are far more… complicated… than our fictional counterparts.
>>6102528 Like this guy, self-snitching. Please have a BONK for your efforts.
Anonymous
>>6102675 >Jeremy was appalled to hear that “a sheep is everyone’s first girlfriend” from a local. Don't say that to Walter, kek.
Anonymous
>>6102686 Shit, I didn’t even think of that.
I hope Walter never goes to Wales.
Anonymous
>>6102720 I think naval transport will be paralyzed until at least 1885 because of the aggressive water-types that roam the oceans now. Think about the impact a Sharpedo would have on a semi-early steamship or worse, sailing vessel...
That will be a delight when Waltur wants to see the old world.
Anonymous
>>6102675 >This is definitely going to become a problem, humans in the real world are far more… complicated… than our fictional counterparts. "Sinnoh's Folklore: Part 3"
"There once were people who married Pokémon. There once were Pokémon who married people. This was a normal thing because long ago, people and Pokémon were the same."
Bright side for Mareep 'hsubandry' is that it's probably not possible with that Static ability they've got.
Anonymous
>>6102730 What if all the legendaries exist now? When are Kyogre and Groudon going to start fighting? What the fuck is Arceus (the QM manifest in the setting? the sole meta character in the know?) doing? Are the Tapus spawned in random places across the globe and all 4 have been mysteriously compelled to travel to Hawaii? Where is Mewtwo hidden if Mew is still on an island in South America? Is Regigigas actually towing islands or large landmasses somewhere? Is one of the Lake Trio in one of the Great Lakes of North America? Shit like the Eon duo and the the legendary birds and dogs and some others must be travelling worldwide
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>>6102574 >>6102810 That one book in Canalave City is cited so often online here for the reason you'd expect, and used in the circles you'd expect also for the reasons you'd expect.
Glaceon and Lopunny are going to be in a very strange role somewhere Anonymous
>>6102833 My instinct is that Arceus might be behind all this, but that Mewtwo and other explicitly manmade Pokemon may or may not exist. if they do, it will be a sort of confirmation that there is an entire parallel Pokemon/human world out there, since no human in THIS world made them.
Anonymous
>>6102857 >random Porygon floating in ponds like real ducks >random Klink in factories >other objectmons where appropriate What I wanna know is where the fuck are the Ultra Beasts?
Anonymous
>>6102867 Oddly, I don't think Klink is actually manmade. We already know Magnemite exist from what the townsfolk told us, too.
Anonymous
>>6102874 I know there's gotta be Nosepass and Probopass in mountains with tons of iron and especially lodestones in them. As it stands Walter cannot do anything to Ground types like that one Onix if we ever come across any.
Anonymous
>>6102867 I think that the more outlandish pokemon like Ultra Beasts, some legendaries, and the headaches that are Paradox Pokemon don't exist here.
Anonymous
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>>6102875 It'd be a little funny if Walter finds a Ferroseed and we leave the Budew here. The Pokemon would just be sitting on his shoulder or resting against his back until it evolves, acting like a shoulder turret or grappling hook for our Neofauna enthusiast.
Anonymous
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>>6102867 >>6102901 Ultra Beats in particular are probably just in Ultra Space. They're not even really Pokemon, after all.
Anonymous
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>>6102901 Sure hope they don't. It's more fun that way.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 13 Sep 2024 21:25:55 No. 6103397 Report I'm finally free to write.
Tallying the votes, we have...
>>6101967 >>6101971 >>6101985 >>6101987 Four for bringing it with us,
>>6102012 >>6102020 >>6102026 >>6102418 Four for leaving it.
I'll get to writing. I have something in mind for the tie.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 13 Sep 2024 22:01:55 No. 6103417 Report >>6102172 >>6103397 Shit, nevermind, I forgot to count one vote. That means 5 for offering a nutberry. Rewriting...
Anonymous
>>6103417 At some point I’d love to hear the story behind that pic from the artist, but I know I never will.
Anonymous
>>6103445 I think it'a just a Pokémonified Spongebob gag.
Anonymous
>>6103445 >>6103448 Patrick Starmie being a retard
Anonymous
>>6103448 >>6103456 Thanks! I was a CN kid instead of Nick, so I missed the joke.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 14 Sep 2024 02:10:13 No. 6103574 Report Through the groggy soup of thoughts polluting your brain ran a single throughline. You wouldn't be able to sleep with yourself tonight if you let a research opportunity like this one just pass you by. Before you knew it, you'd slipped your free hand into your pant pocket and offered the little guy a nutberry. The strange nut... fruit? <span class="mu-i">Plant</span> felt softer in your hand than you'd recalled it feeling last. No matter. The small green stranger seemed more than charmed by the offer, rubbing itself against the berry like it had made a friend. It occurred to you that it might not view a fellow plant as some kind of food. A strange kind of trill pulled your sight away from the small scene in your palm. The creature's mother was getting impatient. The other two kids seemed nonchalant about it, the wilting one especially unconcerned, but there was distinct worry in the three-pronged plant's eyes. Enough to tug at your heartstrings a little. Lord, this odd neofauna was good at doing that, wasn't it? You lowered your palm to let the nutberry's new friend return to its mother if it wanted to. Eventually, after a prolonged session of it trying to make friends, the verdant sprout rolled the berry off your palm and returned to its mother. It gave you a look of awe... before it was shuffled away by its shaken mother. Mary returned to your side as the group departed and you felt yourself slump down next to her. Looking at the sky was enough to give you a headache. It was time to head back to Redding. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 14 Sep 2024 02:11:14 No. 6103576 Report The pair of you crawled into town like a cripple and his favorite crutch, Mary constantly leading the way as your head spun. It took another stop to a deep hole in the road to relieve you of the sickness you'd been saddled with. Steele was by your side not a moment later. How he spotted you in such a comparatively crowded town was a miracle that you dared not question. The jolly middle-aged businessman seemed chipper as ever despite your obvious state. "Walter! It's good to finally see you!" He glanced at your leg and returned to your eyes satisfied. "Absent of another bite, I see. Good, good." Another slap on your back made you thankful that you'd thrown up the last of that poison eariler. "Whatever else ails you will surely pass in time. I have plentiful amounts of good news to deliver, after all! That'll expedite the process, surely." You considered that it might after hearing what he had to say. He'd met "many a helpful fellow, all of whom I'm sure you'd love to meet," who didn't hesitate to explain as much as they could. On July ninth, around the same date as Shenanigan Gulch's incidents, the town had been assailed by Khrysómallon alongside many different species, all of which were new to the townsfolk. Small metal orbs descended from the mountains alongside many skunks of the same kind you'd seen earlier. Steele had gathered reports, too, of many others. "It's never consistent, you see. Everyone saw something else. I just felt it necessary to list them all since you seem so curious..." Three-pronged purple salamanders had shocked people like the Khrysómallon. Rocks came alive, huge rats with red and yellow eyes began scaring children at night. Steel ants had been among the skunks. Or, maybe, those long-clawed moles. <span class="mu-i">Something</span> had gone and dug holes like the one you'd thrown up in earlier. Those holes had torn up the rails, alongside the metal-eaters you had expected to be the root cause of it, forcing the town's imports to a halt and keeping the food supply restricted to their local farms which, Steele assured you, "have the entire healthy half of the population working on them." Despite this, he went on to describe how various businesses were pleased to hear that he was soliciting assistance. The general store had lost its main cashier, the fire station was struggling to find a steady source of water for use with its hoses, the papers were lagging behind, the carriages in and out of town didn't have enough people riding them. It was obvious that you couldn't help with all of that. Even with Steele's help, you'd be lucky to fix even one of these issues.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 14 Sep 2024 02:12:51 No. 6103580 Report Maybe you could think of some way to do your best regardless of all that.
>Try to gather the town and sort things out managerially. Assign people to roles and hope that they'll listen to you. Mary could help with a show of force if you ever feel the need to make people listen. >Focus on one specific thing you might be able to make right by the time you leave [which one? Write it in]. >Prioritize informing people of what might be causing the poisoning and spread as much awareness about how toxic the mountain is over anything else. The skunks were strong enough to cripple bushes with a few counterattacks. It was easy to guess what an entire throng of them would do to a series of cramped, deep mines. >No, actually, you need rest. You have no obligation to help these people and any desire to do the right thing is outweighed by your heavy head and aching leg. [Will open a brief sub-vote] >You have a greater issue standing right by your side right now. Mary attacked that skunk with little reason and treated it brutally. You need to focus on curbing that kind of aggression before it gets you in trouble later down the line. >Write-in. --------------
(Small interjection at the end of this story post to clarify that I am not ignoring the recruitment vote.
I just have other plans for the little guy that may come into play later. :) Also, I am dead fucking tired and didn't proofrread any of this, so I hope it's still coherent lol. Lemme know if anything is hard to understand and I'll be happy to elaborate.)
>>6103502 Whew, dodged a bullet there. Enjoy the newfound meme knowledge.
Anonymous
>>6103574 I have a feeling our little friend is going to start growing nutberries in the forest.
>>6103580 >You have a greater issue standing right by your side right now. Mary attacked that skunk with little reason and treated it brutally. You need to focus on curbing that kind of aggression before it gets you in trouble later down the line. It's about time we taught her a few commands and key words.
Anonymous
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>>6103580 >Focus on one specific thing you might be able to make right by the time you leave Farming. We could try to find a way to tame those flower-creatures we met, or at least encourage them to live in or around the cropfields.
Anonymous
>>6103580 >Prioritize informing people of what might be causing the poisoning and spread as much awareness about how toxic the mountain is over anything else. The skunks were strong enough to cripple bushes with a few counterattacks. It was easy to guess what an entire throng of them would do to a series of cramped, deep mines. Health takes priority. Possible extremely toxic areas need to be known about fast, or there might not be a town to help in a week. Being even a little sick from the poison type pokemon could lead to even more sickness spreading through contact and poor sanitization. You can only burn through so much medication before you're eventually just left to die. It was extremely common before the US streamlined medical tech and transportation.
>You have a greater issue standing right by your side right now. Mary attacked that skunk with little reason and treated it brutally. You need to focus on curbing that kind of aggression before it gets you in trouble later down the line. We need boundaries set. If we ever meet someone who's managed to tame a pokemon and isn't meaning us any harm, we don't need her blasting them to death with lightning. Also the sooner we have confirmation we CAN teach her to behave, the sooner we can convince others that taking is possible.
Anonymous
>>6103580 >>6103611 I support
>>6103637 as well, if possible.
>>6103615 The one thing that worries me about that is either the Pokemon becoming trapped or people killing themselves trying to do so. Unless we get people to really understand that happy and healthy plant Pokemon lead to better yields beforehand, this could create more problems.
Anonymous
>>6103612 >>6103580 Same as what
>>6103642 said about supporting
>>6103637 Anonymous
Anonymous
>>6103574 >>6103576 >>6103580 >Prioritize informing people of what might be causing the poisoning and spread as much awareness about how toxic the mountain is over anything else. The skunks were strong enough to cripple bushes with a few counterattacks. It was easy to guess what an entire throng of them would do to a series of cramped, deep mines. People, people. This mine is clearly dangerous, so stay inside your homes with your lead pipes and mercury-filled mining supplies!
Anonymous
>>6103580 >Try to gather the town and sort things out managerially. Assign people to roles and hope that they'll listen to you. Mary could help with a show of force if you ever feel the need to make people listen. Most importantly, Steele should be the one to do this. He’s better at getting people to open up, and I’d trust him to solve what he can while we’re here. That said, we can be available if he knows there’s a group that’ll be troublesome.
For us, I’d say
>Prioritize helping the papers in exchange for making copies of a simplified set of your own notes. We (Steele and us) can hand out what we have so people know what to expect from Neofauna in the area, and we can both use the opportunity to speak about the poison and bush-growing plant Neofauna more specifically.
We’re best as an educator. May as well auto-assign that role to us whenever we work with Steele to improve a town.
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>>6103580 >Prioritize informing people of what might be causing the poisoning and spread as much awareness about how toxic the mountain is over anything else. The skunks were strong enough to cripple bushes with a few counterattacks. It was easy to guess what an entire throng of them would do to a series of cramped, deep mines. >You have a greater issue standing right by your side right now. Mary attacked that skunk with little reason and treated it brutally. You need to focus on curbing that kind of aggression before it gets you in trouble later down the line. Anonymous
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>>6103902 We should try challenging her battle-lust first, as we have never really objected to her going into a fight before. It is something to keep an eye on though, this little sheep has some serious blood on her hooves.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 02:25:18 No. 6104228 Report Quoted By:
>>6103611 >>6103612 >>6103637 >>6103642 >>6103651 >>6103707 >>6103710 >>6103809 >>6103902 Alright, the vast majority want to deal with Mary and inform the town. I'll try to sort this out and make an entry today.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 17:37:02 No. 6104621 Report Hearing about the papers gave you an idea. It wasn't until you were knocking on their creaky oaken door that you felt the need to divulge exactly what it <span class="mu-i">was</span> to Steele. Your entrance was greeted with some suspicion, so you had to state your purpose. "I had a story you could run, 'n some important news t' deliver." What exactly you had to deliver was whispered to Steele before the door opened and you were greeted with a beat-up kid giving you a suspicious glare. "Sheep stays outside." Mary huffed an objection that was promptly ignored. You gave her an apologetic look, but you really weren't in a state to argue. The moment you limped inside the door was shut behind you. The office was small, cozy. Most of it seemed to be made of the same oaken wood as the door and was draped in midday light wherever you looked. The large windows lacked curtains, after all, and seemed almost as large as the messy shelves littering the large room. "List'n, stranger... we're interested in what you've got t' say, but it better be worth somethin'. We're itchin' for anythin' t' cheer the townsfolk up, y'hear?" You gave the tired, lanky man across from you a small smile. "Then I'm happy to provide." Instead of explaining the source of the poisonings in the mountain, you began with the good news about the forest sprite and her children. You placed special emphasis on how she was able to grow berries in minutes, your tone growing more dramatic as the man's face lit up, and the fact that they were very close to town. "Well now... that's quite the story, partner..." The man massaged his chin as he listened into it. "But, I've gotta say, ah hesitate t' believe it." He paused, considering something, before continuing. "I'll print it, but I ain't doin' it in certain terms 'til yah bring me some proof." That dampened the mood a little. "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee much..." The raised eyebrow he responded with was soon lowered as you went on. "See, I saw these critters near the base of the mountain. I couldn't stay long; it was too poisonous. These large purple skunks were the cause, I believe, an' I came t' warn you about them." The newsman's arms began to cross. You continued. "You wanted good news first, so ah obliged... but I think this warnin's more important." He shook his head. "...ah find it hard t' disagree with that. Come, now, gimme that pen. Ah'll get this down for the rest'f the crew." You obliged. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 17:38:02 No. 6104622 Report Steele could barely talk through the tower of fliers in front of his mustache. "Walter, you're certain we need this many?" You could barely nod back through your own. "How else are we gonna tell the town 'bout all this before t'morrow? We need all this info out as soon as we can get it... the papers aren't gonna be fast enough, they told us themselves." Some townspeople snickered as the pair of you waddled around like blind penguins. An unwarranted baah from Mary shut them up pretty fast, but did little to make you look less funny. It was only when the two of you found a suitably empty wall to start hammering posters into that you started looking more normal again. From sunset to sundown, all you two did was go around and hammer in some rather basic posters. Underneath a hasty lithograph of a fearsome skunk creature: <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">CAUSE OF MINE POISONING IDENTIFIED!! STAY AWAY FROM IRON MOUNTAIN...</span></span> <span class="mu-i">If you or your loved ones plan on taking a wonderful excursion to scenic Iron Mountain... reconsider!! Beastly things such as these terrorize its base, and there are no doubt stranger dangers upon the great peak itself!</span> Beneath this was a picnicking woman, drawn in red pencil, setting a meal atop a checkered blanket for her infant child and husband while an exaggerated drawing of the skunk lurked in the bacckground. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">Do not endanger your family, do not endanger your friends! Redding clinic already runs Red with Redding Blood... do you want to be next?</span></span> You were somewhat regretting letting Steele write these. The wording seemed more hyperbolic than informative. It got the job done, however, so you couldn't bring yourself to question it... <span class="mu-i">yet.</span> Thomas, on the other hand, was proudly admiring your work. "Splendid! The town will be much safer with these around!" His bushy mustache was turned upwards once again. "Thanks to you, boy, that clinic will be free of queues in no time." Another "pat" on the back followed, then a readjustment of his tie. "Now, there's plenty of rest to be had back at the inn..." "I've got other plans." You caught yourself staring at Mary, not realizing you'd cut him off. "Sorry?" The man made of money inquired. "...I've got some trainin' t' do with Mary." "Whatever for? She's been rather well-behaved, has she not?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 17:39:03 No. 6104623 Report Steele's expression soured as he saw you clicking your lips. "...what has she done to require such 'training' at this time of day? Both of you are surely exhausted." You shook your head. "It's like the pamphlets, Steele. This can't wait." Crouching down to your inhuman companion got you thinking while Thomas kept talking. "Walter, reconsider. We will be leaving the day after next and you need your rest." ... No, you have to fix this. If Mary lashes out like that at another wild creature, it could land you in even deeper trouble than you'd just escaped.>Spend most of your evening training her to attack: >Verbally, in English. She needs to be able to follow your every command whenever you wish her to and you can't risk forgetting words at crucial moments. >Verbally, with some kind of secret code. It would be harder to remember, but if you used some kind of secret code language with her then it would be harder for others to understand what you might do next. >Physically. Tie her attacks to certain gestures you make with your hands or body so that language isn't an issue at all. >Some other way. [Write-in]
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>>6104621 >>6104622 >>6104623 >Verbally, with some kind of secret code. It would be harder to remember, but if you used some kind of secret code language with her then it would be harder for others to understand what you might do next. She won't need to see us, so we can command her from around corners, but our command would also be unknown to the enemy.
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>>6104623 >Verbally, with some kind of secret code. It would be harder to remember, but if you used some kind of secret code language with her then it would be harder for others to understand what you might do next. Anonymous
>>6104623 >Verbally, in English. She needs to be able to follow your every command whenever you wish her to and you can't risk forgetting words at crucial moments. After all, it's not like we expect to be loosing her on other people.
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>>6104623 >Verbally, in English. She needs to be able to follow your every command whenever you wish her to and you can't risk forgetting words at crucial moments. We're no soldier or autistic operator. Walter's just a normal pokemon researcher. Stick to the regular "Mareep, use Thundershock!" and call it a day, jeez
I like how you gave it Odor Sleuth even though Mareep line can't learn that. It reminds me a lot of romhacks and fangames revamping the movepools of pokemon to be less retarded, because it's established that the people who play the games know them better than GameFreak ever bothers to PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 19:53:17 No. 6104735 Report >>6104724 >I like how you gave it Odor Sleuth even though Mareep line can't learn that. I'm going to be honest: I have no idea what you're talking about. Can you point to what made you think as much?
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>>6104735 The "have Mary smell the shoe trail" thing. Though I might have been overthinking it
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 20:25:59 No. 6104760 Report >>6104747 Yeah, sorry, you're just overthinking it lol. I'm just going off of a regular sheep's great senses of smell for that. They're pretty great sniffers.
I'll probably play around with movesets a bit regardless due to Dexit fucking up all the standards, but when I do it'll be pretty obviously communicated. I already tend to describe move use by just including move names into descriptions, so if it's something new I'll almost certainly do that. Anonymous
>>6104760 Thanks OP, your quest is cool.
Have you played 4chan's and /vp/'s hit romhack Pokemon Clover? Anonymous
>>6104623 >Verbally, in English. She needs to be able to follow your every command whenever you wish her to and you can't risk forgetting words at crucial moments. Just like dog training. A simple "Mary, Sit." is enough for me. And code words imply we'll be siccing her on things that understand the inner workings of human speech, which are human beings. I can't say I approve of that.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 15 Sep 2024 21:11:02 No. 6104791 Report >>6104762 Thanks man, you are too.
No, actually. I've been meaning to get around to it for ages, but I think my aversion to competitive play is putting me off of it. That and the eternal wait for 1.4. Anonymous
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>>6104791 You don't need to be competitive play to play Clover, dude. Also it's not gonna be 1.4 but 2.0 if word is correct
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>>6104623 >Verbally, in English. She needs to be able to follow your every command whenever you wish her to and you can't risk forgetting words at crucial moments. But
>Train her to use her most powerful attack with a code word or whistle. You can’t confuse it for anything else if there’s only one to keep track of. We can keep one secret move easily enough.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 16 Sep 2024 16:20:46 No. 6105196 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 16 Sep 2024 17:45:25 No. 6105245 Report Cold wind caressed your sleepy cheeks as you forced yourself awake for the third time that hour. "Mary! Shock it!" A loud <span class="mu-i">BZZT</span> cut through the clearing, your sheepy friend setting fire to a bush with her signature bolt of lightning. You rushed to put it out (and patted yourself on the back for doing this so closely to a pond) before giving Mary a scratch underneath the chin. "Good job, girl." She gave a contented bleat and sat herself down so that you could scratch that one bit before her wool began a little more easily. Steele's disapproval briefly returned to your thoughts as you stared into Mary's delighted eyes. <span class="mu-i">"You need your rest."</span> Giving up that rest for this was worth it. Mary's training had been progressing smoothly, even if you were only barely staying awake for a lot of it... While you scratched her, you caught some movement out of the corner of your eye. A small nutberry... rolling itself? Recognition struck you. Your hand abandoned Mary's chin, much to the sheep's dismay, and joined the rest of you in creeping closer to the mysterious occurrence. The grass beneath you gave way to a small dirt trail being blazed by... ...none other than the small budding creature you'd seen earlier in the day. Alone. Or so you thought! It wasn't long before a loud <span class="mu-i">SWOOSH</span> from above you disproved that notion, forcing your hair into disarray and your sheep to jump forward and prep for defensive maneuvers. The small creature from before fell upon the nutberry, rolling it next to Mary's hoof... and catching the attention of a large bird, somewhat reminiscent of the flocks you'd seen flying above you on your way here. A large curly crest adorned its black-and-white forehead, with the strange bird letting out a long trill and focusing its sight on that nutberry while you took in its appearance. It conveniently ignored the fact that the sprite's child had run over to protect its treasure, standing... <span class="mu-i">in the way</span> of the feathered stranger, very much determined to protect the nutberry before itself. The bird's wings were spread wide. Its head was lowered, its legs sliding into a crouch. Mary's tail was already being raised. The point of this training session was to keep her impulses under control. Wouldn't prompting her to fight undermine that? Did you have a choice when something was in danger?>Yes. Scoop up the nutberry and the little plant like you did before and run. >No. Command Mary to fight, but make sure that she only does so on your word. If you let her fight without her being commanded to, she might keep starting fights.
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>>6105245 >No. Command Mary to fight, but make sure that she only does so on your word. If you let her fight without her being commanded to, she might keep starting fights. I'm tired of running from everything. This Budew needs our help, god damnit.
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>>6105245 >No. Command Mary to fight, but make sure that she only does so on your word. If you let her fight without her being commanded to, she might keep starting fights. Anonymous
>>6105246 +1
Even researchers are trainers
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>>6105245 >No. Command Mary to fight, but make sure that she only does so on your word. If you let her fight without her being commanded to, she might keep starting fights. Anonymous
>>6105245 >No. Command Mary to fight, but make sure that she only does so on your word. If you let her fight without her being commanded to, she might keep starting fights. It's the final evolution of that one star-inspired bird Pokemon. If it wasn't a Flying type, I would have voted to run.
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>>6105245 >No. Command Mary to fight, but make sure that she only does so on your word. If you let her fight without her being commanded to, she might keep starting fights. We can take the sheep out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the sheep. I think it would be a better idea to understand Mary's natural instincts and deal with them in a constructive manner
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>>6105276 Yeah it's a Staravia
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 17 Sep 2024 16:19:16 No. 6105706 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 18 Sep 2024 01:03:13 No. 6105875 Report Quoted By:
sorry for the delay, got hit with something random. Writing now
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 18 Sep 2024 03:04:32 No. 6105945 Report No, you didn't. You split your attention between the assailant and its victim. A flash of fear crossed the small bud's face, the bird getting closer and closer until-- <span class="mu-i">BZZT</span> Mary charged in front of the bird, taking its beak straight into her side. You saw a flash of pain cross her face as the beak struck true, almost parting the sheep's wool in twain to draw a bit of blood in her side. Something flashed in your throat as you realized that the sprite's child would have been skewered by such a maneuver. Without skipping a beat, the bird gathered a current of wind around its right wing and drew itself up to its full height, fanning the gust-laden wing out to a width almost Mary's entire length long, and, just as it was about to hit your friend once again-- There! There was your chance! "Mary, <span class="mu-i">TACKLE!</span>" Your voice cracked as the words fled your mouth. Some kind of shared catharsis struck the two of you as the bird hit the ground, Mary's bleeding side now free of its beak, the small bud still safe and in sight. The bird got back on its feet, missiles in its sockets with intent to fire directed squarely at that tiny sprite. It wasn't Mary that it wanted, after all-- she was just a distraction. No, that bird was <span class="mu-i">intent</span> on stealing one of your brother's gifts... at any cost. It wasn't long before it was back on its feet. "Shock!!" A zap stopped the bird in its tracks, the stranger actively struggling to keep going... as it lurched forward. Mary sidestepped it easily-- "Tackle!" --taking it to the ground, where it flapped with enough strength to throw her off-- "Up!" Mary steadied herself, only to be hit by-- "No!" She stumbled backwards, her cheek swollen from a full-force impact of the bird's wing, blood still dripping from her side as she faced her adversary. Mary watched as it took flight one last time, its silhouette illuminated by the growing stars above, throwing its wings back and forcing itself into the air... ...there. <span class="mu-b">"Mary, Shock! One last time!!"</span> And so she did. The bird fell to the ground, defeated. Somehow, some way, it remained alive. You saw it return to its feet... but there was no fight left in its eyes. That fierce determination from before had thoroughly left it. A glazed, exhausted look supplanted such spirit as the bird hopped away into the ever-increasing darkness. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 18 Sep 2024 03:05:32 No. 6105947 Report You found yourself panting after the entire ordeal. The last... however-many minutes had been spent patching Mary up. Stopping bleeding, using protection to keep yourself from being shocked by her wool, congratulating her for a job well done as both you and she struggled to stay awake. The small bud whom you'd spent your time protecting seemed more than appreciative of it all. It had been squeaking with delight, dancing around the nutberry as if you'd saved one of its close family members, occasionally coming over to watch you care for Mary with a kind of wistfulness in its eyes. When you got up to leave, a loud squeak came after you. One step forward. Another squeak. Two. Squeak. You turned around. The bud was making the noise. Every time you moved, it would squeak. When you tried to leave, it just rolled the nutberry after you and followed its beloved berry's trail. Twig after twig knelt to the mighty berry, the small creature making no attempt to approach with stealth, looking to you with adoration every time you gave it attention. Where had its family gone...? The thought escaped you as you trudged on. Only now, with the adrenaline finally wearing off, could you truly grasp how tired you were. Each step underneath the stars was another second you had not slept underneath a roof. By the time you'd reached the inn, you could hardly see clearly enough to undress. You hit the springy mattress like a stone. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 18 Sep 2024 03:07:25 No. 6105948 Report Your body made sure you remembered as much once you woke up. SORE. Your entire body was SORE. It felt almost as bad as when you'd first gotten here, sleeping by the saloon, your legs crooked and your spine stiff as you barely forced your eyelids open. ...man, what you wouldn't give to be at a tiny saloon right now. Alone, of course, earlier into the day with only a few sober folks or older wanderers to chat with. In a bar so tiny that it couldn't even fit a piano. Without the noise and mess that large saloons brought with them. Just having a few drinks, cracking jokes with the same strangers you'd see every visit, catching up with the town and leaving... that sounded comfy... ...you hadn't been to one of those since you'd last seen your parents. You rolled onto your back to stare at the damp, shoddy ceiling for just a moment. Your eyes quickly demanded that you look right, instead, over at Mary's resting place. She was sleeping, safe and sound, with your bandage from before wrapped all the way around her waist. The last remnants of last night's tensions left you as you saw her bandage, noticing that it wasn't much bloodier than when you last saw it. Nearer to the wall, opposite her, sleeping next to your old nutberry and propped up by a chair leg, was the plant sprite's child... ...you weren't going to be leaving this room for some time. You could practically feel the bags underneath your eyes dragging the rest of your face down with them. A few hours of rest couldn't hurt. What <span class="mu-i">type</span> of rest, though...?>You could go for some relaxing conversation. In place of a saloon... there was always Steele. It wouldn't hurt to inform him of the new arrival, either. >Spend your day documenting said newcomer as much as you could... informally. Just draft up notes and ideas for now. You don't have the energy to write an entire entry for it like you did the rest of the creatures you've studied. >Do some general reading. You haven't checked the news in ages. Your naturalist books remain untouched despite how eager you were to read them. Laying in bed for a few hours and catching up on things seemed like a good idea... >Write-in.
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>>6105948 >Do some general reading. You haven't checked the news in ages. Your naturalist books remain untouched despite how eager you were to read them. Laying in bed for a few hours and catching up on things seemed like a good idea... Anonymous
>>6105948 >Do some general reading. You haven't checked the news in ages. Your naturalist books remain untouched despite how eager you were to read them. Laying in bed for a few hours and catching up on things seemed like a good idea... It wouldn't hurt to take a closer look at the Budew.
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>>6105971 +1
Probably runt of the litter in plant terms
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>>6105948 >You could go for some relaxing conversation. In place of a saloon... there was always Steele. It wouldn't hurt to inform him of the new arrival, either Let's go strike up a conversation and see if he can't think of anyone who might be desperate enough to let our new little friend help with crops
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>>6105945 >>6105947 >>6105948 >Do some general reading. You haven't checked the news in ages. Your naturalist books remain untouched despite how eager you were to read them. Laying in bed for a few hours and catching up on things seemed like a good idea... I wanna see what happened in New York while we were out and about. I think Waltur would very much agree with this...
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>>6106168 Hearing about what's happening in Sacramento is also important, given that Walter and Steele are on their way over there.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:040N6lLu Wed 18 Sep 2024 17:25:25 No. 6106322 Report >>6105971 >>6105973 Just to clarify: you want to vote for general reading as opposed to documenting the Budew? (Your wording makes it a bit confusing; not sure if you copy-pasted the wrong option.)
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>>6106322 Yes, for reading. I mean that we should take a look over the little guy once or twice.
We don't even know the Pokemon's sex nor what he or she eats aside from berries. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:040N6lLu Wed 18 Sep 2024 18:17:44 No. 6106344 Report Quoted By:
>>6106335 Alright, thank you for clarifying. I’ll keep it in mind.
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>>6105948 >Spend your day documenting said newcomer as much as you could... informally. Just draft up notes and ideas for now. You don't have the energy to write an entire entry for it like you did the rest of the creatures you've studied. Let's get the little guy to feel happy after that incident.
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>>6106391 The Budew got to keep his nut-beery and live after an encounter with something that would have annihilated him without a shred of doubt, I think he is happy enough for now. I am more concerned with Mary and Waltur at the moment, with Mary being pretty roughed up and Waltur being both insanely sleep-deprived and quite worried for his family which lives close to the utterly catastrophic events that have transpired in New York.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 18 Sep 2024 23:32:30 No. 6106468 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 19 Sep 2024 03:25:18 No. 6106574 Report Alright, I'm sorry to delay an entry <span class="mu-i">again</span> but I need to do some more fact-checking. I was going to do a lot of research for the future this week but I'm greatly behind on that and it's more relevant than ever to this next entry so I'll need a bit more time. I'll post sometime tomorrow afternoon/evening. Apologies.
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>>6106574 Just don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good.
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>>6106574 I'm sure the headlines will be good enough to justify this delay.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 20 Sep 2024 00:39:39 No. 6107043 Report Wow, holy shit, good thing I did indeed fact check and do more research. Would've been a disaster if I let what I had planned through, lol. Writing the next entry right now, quite eager to get this show back on the road. :)
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>>6107043 No worries, QM.
>Would've been a disaster if I let what I had planned through, lol. This didn't involve plants, right? PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 20 Sep 2024 02:40:26 No. 6107137 Report The kind that you'd always fallen back on, of course. Since you were a kid. Reading. Although... You rummaged around in your trunk, initially looking for books but ultimately settling on your slightly outdated copy of the Sacramento Daily-Record Union upon remembering your ultimate goal. It was dated August 3rd, three days before today and almost two weeks after the copy you'd last read. Despite the somewhat small gap in time between those two issues... this one was huge. It was so noticeably thick when you pulled it out that you figured it could be used as some kind of blanket. Unfurling it demonstrated why in big, black letters. Absolute mountains worth of <span class="mu-i">big, black letters.</span> <span class="mu-s">EUROPEAN <span class="mu-r">TRAIN SYSTEMS IN SHAMBLES!</span> ORIENTAL EXPRESS IS NO MORE</span> <span class="mu-s">PARIS <span class="mu-r">EVACUATION CRISIS</span> CONTINUES. GRÉVY GIVES STATEMENT FROM NARBONNE</span> <span class="mu-s">AUSTRALIA: JEWEL IN GREAT BRITAIN'S COLONIAL CROWN. FEW <span class="mu-r">CONFIRMED CASUALTIES</span> AFTER JUL. 9TH OCCURENCES...</span> The bed beneath you creaked and moaned as you struggled to keep yourself comfortable while reading. Every headline seemed worse than the last. It was only after you'd reread Australia's portion that you noticed its positive slant. An "artist's rendition" of Paris was included on the front page, just underneath the titular subject matter, only barely sharing space with a picture of the decrepit Orient Express. Scenes of overflowing rivers, spirits flying into the sky with horrible expressions on their faces, people lying motionless in the streets... You steeled your sore stomach as best you could and finally flipped to the second page. More headlines assaulted your eyes. You saw quick mention of Finnish witchcraft, again, skimming the text and quickly realizing that the July issue hadn't been joking. There was an entire paragraph devoted to Russian officials demonizing the practice, something about a civil disturbance and ongoing battles against it. Snow during the summer in temperate parts of the empire. Ongoing reports about New York City, confirming basically everything the crazy man from before had said. People were still locked in there. Only mail could get in or out... and, apparently, the population was getting sick of it. Or the papers were exaggerating. Either way, it hardly comforted you to read about. There was just one more thing you needed to learn about before you felt right to put this down...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 20 Sep 2024 02:42:07 No. 6107141 Report <span class="mu-s">Sacramento first Peaceful City in California...</span> Your heart soared for just a moment. <span class="mu-i">Here Today, Recorded, there have been No unnatural deaths in Sacramento for this week. The Daily-Record Union takes it upon Themselves to declare this a sign of Peace and Prosperity to come, with Sacramento being the Most Peaceful City of this State...</span> Your silence was briefly broken by a brief stretch from the other side of the room causing the creaky floor to make some noise. Glancing over: Mary was stretching herself... and falling back asleep. You returned your attention to the paper. <span class="mu-i">...George Stoneman celebrates the Peace by promising action, restoration of city... railroads to be curtailed...</span> Relief escaped your lips. Things really were peaceful over there, weren't they? The rest of the paragraph covered some interviews with local townsfolk, proud of their city's Peaceful title, commenting on the ongoing return of one Collis Potter Huntington and the unusually cold summer. A smile crept across your face. At least one destination on your little road trip didn't involve someplace barely keeping itself together... ... ...the smile was a frown before you knew it. You tiptoed over to Mary and lay the paper atop her, its secondary purpose shining through as the sheep slept with the paper on her wool, giving a glance to the small bud... still asleep next to its beloved berry... before returning to your trunk and proceeding to spend the next several hours waist-deep in naturalist nomenclature. ----- Only when sunbeams struck the roof of your window did you think to turn away from the tale of Prometheus and Pandora. There was nothing strange about the occurence. Not at first, anyways. They were just sunbeams. It was noon, you figured, so they should have been seeping through as usual. But... these sunbeams weren't yellow. They weren't white, they weren't orange. They were a strange, light purple. Peeking out the window granted you the sight of a somewhat cloudy sky. Even more oddly, the clouds seemed to be slightly dark... yet the sun shone on as if there was no coming rain. You felt your brain give out for a moment as you tried to comprehend what could cause this. After nearly a month of supernatural events happening to you nigh-nonstop... this was what was confusing you most. Surely these creatures didn't have power over <span class="mu-i">the sun itself.</span> They didn't have the capability to change the coloration of earth and her Heavenly neighbors... right?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 20 Sep 2024 02:43:07 No. 6107142 Report Your mother's voice overtook your thoughts. "Well now, have I ever... there's been nothin' like this before, that's for sure." Even something like this that stunned you to silence would probably just elicit a comment from her. Hah. ... Feeling so unsure about the result was almost as unpleasant as the sudden reminder of your family. The pit in your stomach was becoming hard to ignore. You felt well enough to be productive now. Best get to it, eh?>Go talk with Steele first and foremost. You have lots to tell him about. [Write-in what you would want to focus the conversatoin on most. The sun, the plant friend, the state of Sacramento, etc.] >Write a letter to your parents first. They probably aren't in New York City... but even if they aren't, you want to make sure they're safe. >Write-in.
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>>6107142 >Write a letter to your parents first. They probably aren't in New York City... but even if they aren't, you want to make sure they're safe. If there's even a way to send it under conditions like this. I'm surprised there's still communications across the Atlantic. You'd think that Pokemon in the oceans would sink ships and chew underwater telegraph cables.
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>>6107142 >Write a letter to your parents first. They probably aren't in New York City... but even if they aren't, you want to make sure they're safe. Anonymous
>>6107142 >Write a letter to your parents first. They probably aren't in New York City... but even if they aren't, you want to make sure they're safe. Anonymous
>>6107137 >>6107141 >>6107142 >Write a letter to your parents first. They probably aren't in New York City... but even if they aren't, you want to make sure they're safe. Hope ma's doing okay.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 20 Sep 2024 14:10:16 No. 6107441 Report >>6107207 Given that this is the second time someone's bringing this up, I’m going to briefly interject to do some explanation. It’s not an oversight. Genuine spoilers ahead, mind the tags.
Water-type Pokémon are, generally, very friendly towards humans. If you go through all their dex entries, 90% of the problem players are either way up north in the arctic (Cloyster), extinct (Kabutops), freshwater dwellers (Basculin) or very deep in the ocean (Jellicent). The few exceptions to this rule tend not to be aggressive unless provoked, and the literal only example I can think of that doesn’t fall under one of these categories is Sharpedo… a relatively rare mon that has yet to exist in the triple digits yet. Beaches will probably suck massive donkey balls. God knows any aspiring explorer is going to be very lucky if they don’t accidentally ram their boat into a Mareanie or get their foot taken off by a Palossand while trying to leave shore. But once you actually get into the water, or if you just leave from a dock, you will probably be fine (Pokemon-wise) for your entire trip. Most of the perils of sea travel will still come from the usual 1880s safety standards and unpredictability of the sea itself instead of any dangers Pokemon might present. Hell, things might actually get safer with mon like Lapras around. Vote’s still open for a bit. I just wanted to take some time to clear this up since there wont be a chance to do it in the quest for a while and people seem very curious.
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>>6107441 >Water-type Pokémon are, generally, very friendly towards humans. Did you know that Vaporeon... Anonymous
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>>6107447 I wonder how that'll go for the first human man to KNOW
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>>6107441 Wow, you really did your research. Good stuff, QM. I wonder what that entails for aquatic life in that case.
>Kabutops Some day, a kid is going to accidentally bump into a "rock" and it'll actually be a Kabuto living off the scraps of fish from nearby fishing.
>>6107447 >Water-type Pokémon are, generally, very friendly towards humans. Did you know that (insert some suspect fact here)? Watch this become a meme.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 20 Sep 2024 22:32:10 No. 6107665 Report Quoted By:
>>6107207 >>6107242 >>6107289 >>6107343 >>6107371 alright, closing the unanimous vote now. We're writing to Walter's family first.
>>6107447 Yeah, I really should've checked that phrasing before I posted. Pic rel.
>>6107493 >Wow, you really did your research. Funny comment considering this is the aspect of the quest I had to research the <span class="mu-i">least</span>, by far haha. Thank you though, the process has been fun.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 21 Sep 2024 03:41:51 No. 6107798 Report ...no. You wanted to be productive, but you couldn't just ignore what you'd been reading about. Even if all of New York wasn't in peril, the edges of Cooperstown were still too close to danger for comfort. You sat down at your desk, the noise briefly awakening the small sprite child and tempting it over to your side. You paid it no mind, however, instead opting to pull out a blank sheet of your notebook and start writing. <span class="mu-i">Ma...</span> Already your pencil was off the paper. You stared at the word for just a moment, a brief war raging on in your head, before you continued writing without further proofreading. <span class="mu-i">To say my life has changed is an understatement...</span> you began, going on to thank your family profusely for the nutberries. Next up, of course, <span class="mu-i">it needn't be understated just how worried I am for you...</span> This kind of flowery language was always Mabel's specialty. You were surprised you had it in you to pour out even a sentence of it... Time flew past you as the scratching of graphite on paper overtook any thoughts you had. The hour mattered less than explaining every single event you'd dealt with in the past month alone. Attending to Shenanigan Gulch's problems, travelling with Steele (whom you never referred to by name for reasons that you found yourself unable to explain), befriending Mary and witnessing the feral dog's transformation and... ----- ...when the people in the inn's halls began discussing their filling lunches, you figured you should stop yourself. The letter before you was now multiple pages of borderline histrionic recollection. Reading it over left you feeling violated. You hadn't been so vulnerable in years... yet you knew wholeheartedly that your family would appreciate such honesty. Your heart warmed as you imagined them gathering around the letter, mama reading it to pa and the siblings. Looker would bark, his puppies demanding entrance to the family gathering as their father stuck his snout between their crowded forms, all of them gathering around the ancestral tree in the front to catch up underneath the shade. The cool autumn breeze would bring down a leaf or two, leading to the dogs rioting, Robbie complaining, Junior calling for peace... Just as your mother finished reading over the letter, you did too. You stared at the desk as you folded the letter as best you could, slipping it into your empty rucksack until you could find it a proper envelope. The final sentence echoed in your head as you rose to wake Mary and leave the room for today. <span class="mu-i">Best Wishes to you all, and may the New World treat you as kindly as my thoughts do.</span> <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 21 Sep 2024 03:42:52 No. 6107799 Report Steele met you at the local eatery. The pair of you were meant to talk over lunch, but you instead found yourself staring into space with most attempts at conversation. "...Buchanan." You returned to earth. "Y-yeah?" "Buchanan, you haven't been eating. Are you sick?" "No, I..." ...hadn't been feeling stellar, but surely that was unrelated... "'m perfectly fine." You stuffed a brussel sprout into your mouth. "'Sh all well." "...well, I won't pry into your private affairs. If you insist as much, then so it shall be." Thomas' eyes drifted to the nutberry being hoisted onto your dining table, then the sprite that followed it. "Shay, that... I h'vn't sheen shuch a thing b'fore," he pointed at the creature with an empty fork and prompted it to show some concern, "have you?" He paused to swallow his own brussel sprout and point at the leafy child once more. "It looks... like you've left your food for so long that it's come alive." You followed the sprite's trail as it rolled its berry closer to you and further from Steele. That got the first chuckle of the day out of you.>Play along with Steele's origin story. Your food came alive, so clearly you are obligated to adopt it. >Explain where it came from and how without being playful about it. You're still feeling hollow from that letter and don't want to joke around. >Distract from the topic of the sprite entirely and move on to your agenda for the day. You've already wasted half of it on sentimentality and lounging. Best make the most of that second half. >Write-in.
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>>6107799 Checked.
>Write-in. >Explain where it came from and how. Now that you think about it, Brussels isn't such a bad name for a sprout. We don't want Steele thinking it's edible, kek.
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>>6107799 >>Explain where it came from and how without being playful about it. You're still feeling hollow from that letter and don't want to joke around. Anonymous
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>>6107798 >>6107799 >Explain where it came from and how without being playful about it. You're still feeling hollow from that letter and don't want to joke around. No Steele, you can't eat the Budew.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 21 Sep 2024 20:03:18 No. 6108176 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 21 Sep 2024 20:40:16 No. 6108187 Report "No, that... that ain't what happened, thankf'lly." You stuffed another sprout in your mouth to punctuate before continuing. "I jus'... met this little guy outside yesterday. Was trainin' Mary." Your eyes drifted to the doorway, where she'd been forced to stay. It was too far away to make her out from here. "Well, ah wasn't trainin' her first. Ah was fightin' those skunks we were makin' posters for. But, when ah was trainin' her later," you glanced at the sprout and tried to discern some kind of gender, "he came along 'n wouldn't let me go. Really liked these berries, I reckon." Your hand slipped into your pocket and procured a pair of nutberries, at which Steele's eyes widened. "Ah, you... you offered it that? You simply gave it a berry... and it wouldn't leave your side?" Whatever you tried to say was incomprehensible. You swallowed. "'mf, yeah. Happened with Mary too." You rolled the pair of berries across the table for Steele to inspect them. Part of you wanted to keep them safe, but... you trusted him well enough. The little sprout's attempt to race over to the others was funny to watch, as well, even if it inevitably returned to its favorite. "It's the best way i've found t' quell these creatures. Works on every one. Even the... stranger ones." An ambulatory plant. One that almost looked like it could communicate with other flora. It hadn't needed any food since you got it, it hadn't demonstrated any powers like its mother, it... baffled you. Was this even the same kind of newcomer as Mary? Could living flora really be neo<span class="mu-i">fauna?</span> "Buchanan, you're doing it again." A pair of stocky fingers snapped in front of your face. You apologized and Steele continued the conversation. "I appreciate you letting me look at these... plants... though I am remorseful that I do not know enough about to really do anything with them." "There's nothin' you need t' know, Steele. Just offer 'em and the creatures will understand. I've got livin' proof 'f that." He stared at you with a foggy expression. "Well, it can't just be that simple for all of them." The pair of you trailed off into a small debate, bringing up the steel ants that had fled with the berry and the sprite's child initial refusal to stick by you, but were soon interrupted by a white-haired, weighty waitress. "Are the two'a ya done eatin'? We've got need'f some tables." <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 21 Sep 2024 20:41:18 No. 6108189 Report The two of you kept talking on your way to the post office, mostly discussing the strange weather and the state of things, while Mary trailed behind and carried the small sprite and his best friend atop her back. "I haven't ever seen it myself, no! And the darkness of the town," Steele had noted, "brings little wonder as to why you locked yourself in that room for so long." It was definitely hard to tell that it was noontime with how shady everything seemed... He waited for you outside the post office as you folded your letter and sent it off, the postman paying no mind to your inhuman friends as he went through the motions and never looked behind his countertop, greeting you with a wave and a question once you'd returned and left your worries behind. "Buchanan-- I appreciate your gift." He brought the nutberries up to his chest. "Although, even with all this discussion... I find myself wanting some instruction." Steele glanced at Mary, then at you. "I have no want for such inhuman companionship, but... is there some way you could truly prove to me how easy it is to cooperate with your 'neofauna'?" You considered the thought. One of many on your mind... "...sure, it's no issue. I think... I think it'd be best t' do this somewhere else, though." You jabbed a finger behind you, where one of your posters hung. "Jus' goin' far enough t' find this new stranger," you moved that same finger to the sprite, "had me worsened." Another thought came to mind. But you weren't sure you wanted to float the possibility. Even with your leg feeling well enough to walk... Steele had mentioned so many places in need of help. What were you to do?>Suggest it outright. Bring up the state of Sacramento to Steele, emphasizing the good news. Set out a day early to try and make it there as soon as possible. >Dismiss the thought. You'd agreed on three days, and there was still enough to do. You could spend tomorrow detailing the new neofauna, or helping various parts of town even more so, or braving the poisonous mountain base... >Procrastinate on it. Maybe it'd be better suggested closer to nighttime, where people wouldn't notice your leaving, so that nobody tried to injure Mary or the sprite on your way out.
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>>6108187 >>6108189 >Suggest it outright. Bring up the state of Sacramento to Steele, emphasizing the good news. Set out a day early to try and make it there as soon as possible. I don't feel like there is much more to do in Redding. There's a whole world outside of this poisonous dump waiting for us.
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>>6108189 >Dismiss the thought. You'd agreed on three days, and there was still enough to do. You could spend tomorrow detailing the new neofauna, or helping various parts of town even more so, or braving the poisonous mountain base... There's a lot more to learn here.
There's MAGNEMITE. Anonymous
>>6108189 Changing my vote from
>>6108232 to backing
>>6108318 Anonymous
>>6108189 >>6108318 Supported.
I think Drillbur would be a better fit for Steele. Anonymous
>>6108189 >Dismiss the thought. You'd agreed on three days, and there was still enough to do. You could spend tomorrow detailing the new neofauna, or helping various parts of town even more so, or braving the poisonous mountain base... Anonymous
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>>6108189 >>6108318 Only a go travels on bad legs. Any creature that walks on the land knows how bad it is to stress injured limbs. Hell, horses had to be out down when one broke and a vet wasn't a choice. We're in the middle of a neofauna surgence, with plenty to see and do right where we are for now. Also if we were to solve a few problems and maybe even figure a solution for the mountain, we could earn ourselves a bit of goodwill, credibility and supplies for travel.
We could definitely use a water pokemon too, because fresh water is what decides the very life of a town. Or possibly a psychic. Our curiosity would never be more piqued than discovering levitating powers
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 22 Sep 2024 19:18:38 No. 6108801 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 22 Sep 2024 19:55:08 No. 6108826 Report Nothing. You let the thought vanish from your mind without resistance. You had promised this town that you would be here for three days. To leave so early would do nothing but earn you more ire. Steele brought a hand to his chin. "...well, we don't need to go that far, do we?" You paused. Steele went on. "If we try to find some odd creature in the town itself, we can kill two birds with one stone. I will learn how you managed your... easy feat," he hesitated to brush off what he considered 'your achievement' like that, "and the townsfolk can be shown the same." The thought wasn't a bad one, but you couldn't help a frown. "That sounds smart, but... I haven't seen any fauna 'round here since we came. Only Mary 'n her new friend." Even now, glancing around town square, you couldn't see anything out of place. Wary citizens went from place to place, mothers shielding their children from nothing while free men commented on the lavender sun, state militia patrolling and discussing amongst themselves as the town remained absent of aggressive threat. A thin shield of dust shielded far-off things from your vision. The businessman seemed unphased. "Well, then, we can just look elsewhere! Redding is large enough, and we haven't seen the half of it." He grinned.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 22 Sep 2024 19:56:09 No. 6108828 Report "You're... pretty set on this, aren't you?" You chuckled back. It was a dumb question. The fact that he was even asking to see this, despite expressing that he didn't care much for its results, already spoke volumes. His following nod just confirmed what had already been said. "When I mention something, Buchanan, I mean it. Rarely do I state my intentions half-heartedly." He strolled past you and threw his arms out wide. "Besides! What greater help could we provide this town than a key to safety? Mary has relatives here! Even if they simply learned to befriend her kind, all their problems would disappear like that." A snap punctuated the statement. You hesitated to mention the poison. It'd be redundant. And you'd seen where it came from. Once those skunks disappeared, you were certain the town would be well. "I'll say, Steele, ah kinda agree. But...">"...I think we'd be better served jus' helpin' around town normally." This was a risky move, given your past experiences, and it would be safer to just assist with what you knew was wrong. Demonstrating the nutberries could wait until neofauna were more abundant, less dangerous, and less despised by locals. >"...where should we start lookin'?" You were completely on board with this proposition. You just didn't really know where to start. Would you: <span class="mu-r">>Attempt to directly tackle the mountain and lure some neofauna from there into the town?</span> <span class="mu-b">>Scour the entire town for some small nook or cranny that might have neofauna within it?</span> <span class="mu-g">>Head to the edges of town and hope some stray townsfolk from there get to see your demonstration?</span>>Start looking somewhere else, with a different plan? [Write-in location and idea] >"...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." This is too enormous a problem to ignore. You should spend the rest of the day getting people used to Mary and the sprite before you even try to convince them that these berries can do anything for them. >"...this's our last day here. We can't do much. Let's jus' take a stroll, stock up, 'n leave this for later." Twelve or so hours to make a difference won't be impactful enough to really change things. You should just focus on yourselves first and foremost. Lay out that agenda, buy some supplies. Relax as best you can while you're someplace more melancholic than chaotic. >Write-in.
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>>6108828 >"...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." This is too enormous a problem to ignore. You should spend the rest of the day getting people used to Mary and the sprite before you even try to convince them that these berries can do anything for them A quick peek around, maybe checking out anything like a cellar if we're allowed, because while we can't see neofauna on the surface, there may be some below. We can't spend a lot of time on it but it could help to at least put the idea of cooperating into the townsfolks heads
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>>6108826 >>6108828 >"...where should we start lookin'?" You were completely on board with this proposition. You just didn't really know where to start. Would you: >Head to the edges of town and hope some stray townsfolk from there get to see your demonstration? Mountain: poisonous. Town: empty. This is probably the only way we can see if Steele gets his very own companion.
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>>6108828 >"...where should we start lookin'?" You were completely on board with this proposition. You just didn't really know where to start. Would you: >Scour the entire town for some small nook or cranny that might have neofauna within it? Leading neofauna directly into the town is bound to get one or all of us shot, and finding some that were in the town all along is actually bound to be a plus. No risk of poisoning ourselves and we'd be right in the town so no need for a long trip. If Steele does push for it more then I suppose we could take the risk if he's that dead set on the mountains. I'll leave it up to other anons but I think we should search for neofauna.
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>>6108828 >"...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." This is too enormous a problem to ignore. You should spend the rest of the day getting people used to Mary and the sprite before you even try to convince them that these berries can do anything for them. Anonymous
>>6108828 >"...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." This is too enormous a problem to ignore. You should spend the rest of the day getting people used to Mary and the sprite before you even try to convince them that these berries can do anything for them. Anonymous
>>6108828 >"...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." This is too enormous a problem to ignore. You should spend the rest of the day getting people used to Mary and the sprite before you even try to convince them that these berries can do anything for them. Keep the Budew away from children. We don't want he or she becoming a makeshift maraca.
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>>6108828 >"...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." This is too enormous a problem to ignore. You should spend the rest of the day getting people used to Mary and the sprite before you even try to convince them that these berries can do anything for them. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 23 Sep 2024 14:59:18 No. 6109313 Report >>6108850 >>6108867 >>6109056 >>6109057 Alright, we're trying to convince the townsfolk not to be scared of neofauna. Writing.
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>>6109313 Somewhere in Kentucky, pic related is 12 years old and in extreme suffering
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 23 Sep 2024 16:35:41 No. 6109352 Report "...the townsfolk are still scared of 'em, no matter what we do. We should try'n change that before makin' a show of how you can befriend 'em." The unfortunate truth tore down your ideas of showmanship. Steele frowned. He was going to say something, then stopped himself. "...well, I suppose Mary would count as one of her kind." He strolled back to you, hands behind his back. "Perhaps if we are lucky, we can have her communicate with her own kin and introduce a few of them to the town." You glanced at the lavender sun for just a moment longer. It was high in the sky. Noontime, you approximated... better get to work. <><><><><> The day flew by you in the blink of an eye. You spent it traveling across town, gloves in hand, teaching various people how to properly handle your sheepy friend. You made sure to keep the sprite's child away from the people, unsure of what trying to interact with it would bring and not willing to find out someplace like Redding. What struck you, while doing so, was the surprising lack of children in the town. You'd search them out first, remembering your experience with Rosetta and hoping that they would be more open to the idea of petting a weird-looking sheep than their parents... and, though you would find some success in both your theory and its practice, it was limited. Mothers especially seemed to be sparse, with their children even more so. Throughout the entire day, you only managed to find five or six kids in the entire town of several-hundred. As the sun had begun to set, you and Steele stood outside the clinic, by the shrunken line of sick people. You let Steele handle the introductions, as you had before, while you gave out the gloves and instructions. Mary seemed more than pleased by all the attention, occasionally giving contented bahhs to particularly good scratchers, the plant sprite staying in your shirt pocket while you supervised whoever agreed to give the Khrysómallon a few pats. The sun was halfway beneath the horizon when a sick young lady agreed to give your bovine buddy some affection. You moved to say something as she approached, but Steele beat you to the punch. "Say, madam, have you any clue where the younger crowd have gone?" He immediately earned a raised brow from the patient, the woman seeming more confused than anything, before giving him an actual answer. "...um, ah dunno the sp'cifics, b-but ah've heard some people are leavin' town... jus' t' be safe, after all those posters..." Your own brows began to raise. You were surprised people had taken notice... The lady coughed a little and gave Mary a firm pat on the head. "Y-you've got a nice sheep, mister. Ah don't know why she doesn't fight like the others do. Ah 'ppreciate it, t-though." Her pale, tinted face warmed with a smile. "Ah, well..." You glanced at Steele, then back at her.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 23 Sep 2024 16:39:40 No. 6109354 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 23 Sep 2024 16:54:24 No. 6109360 Report ...you found yourself staring at the ground, unsure of how to continue. The only benefit of this was noticing the... odd shape of some of it. Some kind of... long lump? You ignored that and forced yourself back into conversation. "They're not all bad, really. I've been tryin' t' show how..." ...your eyesight drifted off to one of the state militia officers, far from the clinic but evidently watching you... "...but I can't say I've been all too successful, nowadays, with how th' town's been treating my Mary." The lump was getting longer. It was heading towards the decrepit rail. You felt your hand slowly approaching Mary's side, your companion vocalizing her confusion at the gesture, while Steele slowly took over conversation with the sick lady once again. When a huge claw extended from the end of the lump, you felt the need to excuse yourself. Mary came with, much to your dismay, and Steele seemed hasty to follow suit. "Walter? The line is hardly spent, what are you--" His mustache almost seemed to flare up as he noticed the foot-long claw extending out of a hole in the middle of the tracks. Another claw followed it, with a red-tipped snout pulling a long head out of the ground with it. That creature from the mountains... what was it doing so close to town? Steele proposed a possibility. "Ah, an attacker! What... great timing!" His tone betrayed a hint of excitement. Maybe his plan was going to happen after all. Another lump popped up nearby. Soon after, a third one joined the lot of them. Townsfolk were beginning to notice and the state militia already had their guns aimed at the tunnels, eager to fire. How would you go about handling... whatever this was?>You wouldn't. Let the lumps be. The strange mole creatures were docile when you last saw them. Given your efforts... maybe the populous could recognize that, and the guards would stand down. >Attack, right away. Command Mary to shock the first one you saw and try to dispatch the rest in a similar manner. You can't risk anything right now, let alone some kind of coordinated attack. >Try Steele's plan. Lure one or two out of their holes, pretend to take them on, then flourish a nutberry or two and let the townsfolk watch as you tried to help Steele tame one. >Write-in.
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>>6109352 >>6109360 >Try Steele's plan. Lure one or two out of their holes, pretend to take them on, then flourish a nutberry or two and let the townsfolk watch as you tried to help Steele tame one. We shall make the mining town of Redding friends with the moles. A fitting combination.
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>>6109360 >Try Steele's plan. Lure one or two out of their holes, pretend to take them on, then flourish a nutberry or two and let the townsfolk watch as you tried to help Steele tame one. Given our lack of serious success and how jumpy everyone is after our posters, no way the militia doesn't open fire. We have to defuse this, FAST.
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>>6109360 >Steele ends up getting Steel types KEK
Here's my vote
>Try Steele's plan. Lure one or two out of their holes, pretend to take them on, then flourish a nutberry or two and let the townsfolk watch as you tried to help Steele tame one. The downside is that a dex entry says they can end up ruining crop fields and farmers hate them for it. The upside is Excadrill are known for helping humans construct better tunnels, and there are no subways or underground structures for Exacdrill to accidentally fuck up
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>>6109360 >Try Steele's plan. Lure one or two out of their holes, pretend to take them on, then flourish a nutberry or two and let the townsfolk watch as you tried to help Steele tame one. Anonymous
>>6109360 >Try Steele's plan. Lure one or two out of their holes, pretend to take them on, then flourish a nutberry or two and let the townsfolk watch as you tried to help Steele tame one. Anonymous
>>6109372 >Thomas J. Steele: California first gym leader Would be baller.
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>>6109531 He becomes the first actual gym leader, and opens up a training facility
>Steele-works Anonymous
Honestly, it's appalling how little we know about Steele. What does this guy even do for a job?
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>>6109846 Some sort of politician?
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>>6109941 Gilded Age politicians that tolerate all the mud and muck Steele has gone through? Is Steele the proto-Teddy Roosevelt?
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>>6109976 No way he's TR in disguise
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>>6109982 I thought he would be
Mark Twain .
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>>6109985 >1835-1910 He'd be 49 here with the year being 1884. Steele feels much older than that in description. I think he's an OC and not somebody historical
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>>6109976 >>6109982 >>6109985 Also Teddy is alive and he's 26 in 1884. This is a wild period with lots of historical famous people still being young out there. As for presidents, current one is Chester A. Arthur followed by Grover Cleveland in 1885
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 24 Sep 2024 18:33:30 No. 6110110 Report >>6109368 >>6109369 >>6109372 >>6109374 >>6109524 Unanimous vote! Entry's gonna come later today (probably in a few hours, maybe in the evening-ish), I'm just closing the vote ahead of time so that I don't have to change course before then.
>>6109992 Haha, yes, the writing worked :)
I've been intentionally trying to make him seem older, it's part of his character. In terms of actual age, Steele is approximately in his mid-50s. This is the 1880s so nobody really knows his exact age, nor does anyone really care. His tendency to be a bit overly eloquent and his early grey hair makes him seem even older.
TL;DR: he's not as young as Twain, and not the same person.
Fun theory, though. I should plagiarize it sometime. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 01:57:55 No. 6110344 Report Rolled 218 (1d255) >>6110110 damn, I forgot to roll again
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>>6110344 >218 Whatcha got in the bag there? That wouldn't happen to be a Slugma would it? Just gonna do that to us? Send a living cataclysm like that at us?
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>>6110346 I can already tell you in advance that this cataclysm would be poison-typed and not a worm-shaped squirt of magma.
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>>6110344 >>6110346 >>6110348 >A Scrafty holds Steele at gunpoint with a stolen revolver held sideways PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 03:02:06 No. 6110386 Report Steele seemed enthusiastic... why not play along? This may not have been the best place or time, but it was a gambit that, if executed correctly, could win the hearts of the townsfolk. You first traversed the length of the tracks and tried to find a pattern to the tunnels. The only consistency in them that you could find was a marked push to your right. Across the length of the town, away from the mountain... you ignored the fact for now and reminded yourself. You were doing this partly to teach Steele. You rose from your crouch and readied yourself, slowly approaching the first mole you'd seen, preparing for-- <span class="mu-s">"FIRE!"</span> A-- <span class="mu-i">BANG, BANG, BANG</span> A volley of shots were fired at a pair of moles further away from you that had popped out alarmingly close to a few men. The state militia had already gotten started. The creatures were promptly alarmed, with various squeaks and woos following the moles back into their holes, the few that remained above surface popping out and aiming for the militia officers. Of these moles, the original one that had tipped you off to their arrival was nowhere to be seen. It had popped back underground while you'd busied yourself with surveying the situation and procuring the three nutberries you had on hand. A frustrated huff escaped you and you shoved two of the three nutberries into Steele's open palm. "Follow me 'n don't get'n the way of the soldiers." The sturdy stockbroker obeyed, his attention seemingly elsewhere, while your eyes fell upon a soldier mere feet away from assault. That was as good an opportunity as any. Now was when you had to strike! You yelled something to the young man, neither of you making it out, distracting him long enough for him to miss his shot and hit some far-off tree instead. You gave a wayward glance at Steele, confirming that he was watching (indeed-- with rapt interest), before commanding Mary to your side and situating her between the soldier and his assailant. When the mole moved to attack Mary, you instead rolled a nutberry down from your arm and let it sniff. For a moment, the entire town seemed silent. It wasn't, of course. The background of gunfire raged on, as did the various noises of the moles and the men they assaulted, with all the shouting and squeaking and rumbling blending together... but, for that single moment, you heard none of that. Instead, all your senses devoted themselves to sight. The sight of the mole's bewilderment, the sight of the townsfolk and soldiers alike turning to look at the man putting himself right in the way of the vicious bloodthirsty ground-dweller, the sight of Steele almost imitating the mole's own confusion... ...and the sight of the mole halting itself, sticking its enormous claws into the dirt so as not to hurt the soldier, sniffing the berry and gently plucking it from your palm... ...before digging underground, never to be seen again.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 03:03:12 No. 6110388 Report The lavender sunset bathed the surreal scene all the way to its end, only barely shrinking away as Steele came to overshadow the mole's former place. You barely noticed him, for a moment, the gunfire returning to your ears with an entrance as grand as one would expect from the king of warfare, instead thinking of how else to try and replicate the maneuver when there were so many more moles. "--n'n?" <span class="mu-i">BANG BANG, BANG BANG</span> Soldiers were lowering their guns. The firing was getting quieter, further away. One soldier managed to dodge a mole, lodging it into the wooden walls of the shop behind him and causing wooden splinters to fly everywhere, prompting other men nearby to take shelter or abandon their positions. The sole pair that remained wasted no time in getting nearer. "--w! C-n s--e tha-??" Only when they started talking did you realize that getting so close to gunfire was a bad idea for your eardrums. You motioned to the two soldiers and Steele to head inside the splintering shop, your hands over your ears, forehead dripping with sweat as the purple sun beat down on your brief retreat. Once inside the shop, your condition improved... slowly, but surely. Within a few minutes of quiet you could hear well enough to make out speech... and the fact that the soldiers hadn't stopped talking since they'd followed you here. "Sir, that was completely in the way of procedure--" "You have more, don't you?? That--" "Stop inter--" "PLEASE, quiet. Quiet..." You held a hand to your head and briefly massaged your temples. The two were getting loud enough to make your head hurt. Once they did as you said, you took a brief glance outside... ...Mary ran amongst the townsfolk attempting to prevent the moles from surfacing underneath them, her haphazard attempts producing mostly failure, causing naught but panic in the less-acquainted citizens and apprehension even in those who knew her. She seemed unable or unwilling to notice this, instead continuing her useless game of zap-a-mole in your absence, only stopping once she noticed your face in the window... ...returning to the situation at hand as you spoke... "...I-I've gotta few 'n my trunk, at the inn. Steele, this fellow here," you raised a hand towards the suspiciously quiet statesman, "has two." The soldiers ran for the door but you tried to stop them again with a brief shout for them to wait. "I don't know how t' get any more! There's-- there's other ways, jus' stay here'n lower your guns--"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 03:04:12 No. 6110389 Report <span class="mu-s">TH-DUNK</span> The mole which, until now, had been stuck rotating within the shop's walls finally managed to stop its painful spiral into wood. It flew forward... only to be followed by Mary, who'd headbutted its behind to make her way into the room. You immediately forced her to stop before she engaged, a small grin spreading across your face when she obeyed, the mole too dazed to retaliate. "Now-- Steele, Steele! You saw what ah did, right? Could you provide a... dem'nstration t' these wonderful soldiers?" The politician's pupils darted from the floor to your face, his mouth still hidden behind the fingers covering his mustache, the man hesitating before procuring his own gifted nutberries. He bent down to the frantic mole creature, offering one, extending an uncertain hand... ...that was soon left empty, only briefly grazed, with a dash of mole spit and dust being the only remnant of the nutberry that had once been there. "See... e-even if they're all fighty-like, you can jus'..." ...you silenced your anxious commentary and directed your attentiont to Steele, who seemed laser-focused on the strange mole critter. Both soldiers were stunned to silence. One shouted something incomprehensible for a moment, quickly silencing himself and moving to his rifle, eventually leaving it behind. The other simply looked back and forth between the two of you, Mary, the mole, and his co-worker. Thomas was the first to break the silence. "...you just..." He trailed off as the mole became further placid. Mary stepped back, allowing it more range, the creature taking the opportunity to sit itself down and begin gnawing at the nutberry without further threat. "...you just leave them be, and hand them some food?" A nervous chuckle was your first response. "I-I mean-- they still seem t' be animals, Steele, they..." A loud boom came from outside. You focused on the soldiers. "...why'd you open fire?" The incomprehensible one spoke first. "Standard procedure, sir, across the state. Ever since New York." His antsy teammate followed after. "This town 'specially. We can't be takin' any risks, not durin' evacuation." You frowned. It was beyond easy to understand the soldiers' positions... would they understand yours? "Well, from what I know... shoot'n without provocation's the one way t' piss all these creatures off..." The dimming sunshing poured through the huge hole in the wall. The purple light danced upon the mole, vaguely gracing Mary, and Steele... who hadn't said a word.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 03:05:13 No. 6110390 Report >Quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary. You can still hear some distant gun shots and there's no way the chaos has completely abated. If it wasn't your duty to end it before, it is now. Focus on: [Choose one stance on each problem]>Calming the populous down first and foremost. This is what you were here for, and you can't have the town aggravating the moles any more than the soldiers already have. >Calming the soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles. >Attacking the remaining moles. They're already posing a threat to the town: one that you need gone. >Trying to pacify the remaining moles. You've only got one nutberry left, but... maybe you could partition it? Try to make use of it some other way? >Something completely different (applies to either stance. Write-in.) >Stay inside and talk some more. You need shelter and you're not sure you can afford to go outside when there's still active gunfire. About what, exactly: >Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave. >Question Steele on his silence and possible new companion. This isn't like him, is it? >Elaborate further on your experiences with neofauna. Explain how they seem to be intelligent, most are not aggressive, how they're less than hostile towards the idea of human companionship... >Write-in.
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>>6110390 We only have 1 nutberry left in total? We need our one nutberry saved to be able to grow more later
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>>6110390 >Calming the populous down first and foremost. This is what you were here for, and you can't have the town aggravating the moles any more than the soldiers already have. >Trying to pacify the remaining moles. You've only got one nutberry left, but... maybe you could partition it? Try to make use of it some other way? Get all their attention and let them WATCH us feed one of their kind."See, people are FRIENDS. We provide FOOD."
>Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave We're like Johnny Appleseed, kek!
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Steele's got a Drillbur now!
>>6110390 >Calming the populous down first and foremost. This is what you were here for, and you can't have the town aggravating the moles any more than the soldiers already have. >Something completely different >It's food they're after. Lure the remaining moles with veggies or greens and toss them away from town. >Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave. I can't see why we can't check up on Steele and his new pal.
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>>6110407 I think we have more back in our hotel room, base don what the last update said. Only one more on our PERSON right now. Well, on Steele's person, I think.
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Finally caught up. This is one of the most well-written quests I’ve ever seen. Well done, QM, and keep it up! Anyway…
>>6110390 >Calming the soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles. Start small, before we try talking to the entire town.
>It's food they're after. Lure the remaining moles with veggies or greens and toss them away from town. Do this after we
>Question Steele on his silence and possible new companion. This isn't like him, is it? I say we name the neofauna’s classification after him.
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>>6110386 >>6110388 >>6110389 >>6110390 >Quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary. You can still hear some distant gun shots and there's no way the chaos has completely abated. If it wasn't your duty to end it before, it is now. Focus on: >Calming the soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles. after which,
>Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave. I mean, they must have seen at least a bit of our berry-giving operations.
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>>6110390 >Quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary. You can still hear some distant gun shots and there's no way the chaos has completely abated. If it wasn't your duty to end it before, it is now. Focus on: >Calming the soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles. >Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 13:33:51 No. 6110656 Report Okay, it seems I formatted the choices incorrectly. Sorry about that, let me clarify.
<span class="mu-s">”Choose one stance on each problem” was only supposed to apply to the options underneath “quickly end the conversation and head outside”.</span> The actual vote is supposed to be either for going outside (packaged with how you’d want to deal with the townsfolk and the moles) or for staying inside (packaged with what you want to do while inside).
Sorry for the confusion— this is what I get for writing at 12am, probably— please clarify your votes according to this so that I can count them properly.
If there’s an entry today it’ll be very late anyways, so you’ve got plenty of time.
And thank you, >>6110555 , I’m glad you like it. :) PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 13:35:34 No. 6110659 Report Quoted By:
>>6110656 (Example vote that I forgot to include in the first post because I’m very groggy:
>Quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary. Focus on: >Calming soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles. and
>Trying to pacify the remaining moles. You've only got one nutberry left, but... maybe you could partition it? Try to make use of it some other way?) Anonymous
>>6110555 You do know moles (which I assume Drilbur is a copy of) only eat worms and insects and are not too fond of produce? If luring them is the idea, you might as well lure them with the nutberry which has proven its worth already.
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>>6110664 But Pokemon do eat anything
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>>6110390 >Quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary. You can still hear some distant gun shots and there's no way the chaos has completely abated. If it wasn't your duty to end it before, it is now. Focus on: >Calming the soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles. >Something completely different >It's food they're after. Lure the remaining moles with veggies or greens and toss them away from town. >Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave. Anonymous
>>6110664 If they eat nutberries, it's likely they go after fruits and water-rich greens as well.
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>>6110671 Depends on what the QM wants to be canon in this universe.
>>6110704 Aren't nutberries special in that they are attractive to all Pokémon, regardless of their individual diets (or lack thereof)?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 25 Sep 2024 23:46:54 No. 6110868 Report Averaging out all these votes...
>>6110428 >>6110450 >>6110555 >>6110570 >>6110643 >>6110674 I'll use a combination of the top three votes from here, which comes out to:
>Quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary. You can still hear some distant gun shots and there's no way the chaos has completely abated. If it wasn't your duty to end it before, it is now. Focus on: <span class="mu-b">>Calming the soldiers down. Distracting them, trying to reason with them, anything it takes to get them shooting away from the town and away from the moles.</span>
and
<span class="mu-g">>It's food they're after. Lure the remaining moles with veggies or greens and toss them away from town.</span>
as well as
<span class="mu-r">>Promise the soldiers some nutberries of their own, like you'd given to Shenanigan's Gulch, on the condition that they find some way to tend to them and spread them amongst the townsfolk. You'll deliver a few of the ones in your trunk to them tomorrow morning before you leave.</span>
Now, I actually fucked up the formatting of these choices. "Choose one stance on each problem" was only supposed to apply to the four sub-options I gave underneath "quickly end the conversation and head outside with Mary", but due to it being ridiculously late yesterday I didn't catch the poor phrasing and woke up to a sea of incorrectly-formatted choices.
However! Given that this was an error on my part, and I've come up with some good ideas for writing in everything you ended up asking for regardless, I won't be doing anything about it and instead I'll try to deliver one big entry that properly consolidates all these votes. Thank you all for giving me so many options to choose from and congrats to the one guy whose write-in supplanted any of the stock choices. :)
I'll see what I can do about writing. I mentioned this in /qtg/, but <span class="mu-s">I'm busy with preparations for Hurricane Helene today so I won't be able to put out an entry this evening.</span>
Tomorrow is more likely, but I'm uncertain on the specifics. It really depends on whether I'm still at home, I think.
For now, I've got some hurricanin' to avoid. I'll see you all when I'm in the clear.
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>>6110407 If you check the rentry (
https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST ) or this pastebin (
https://pastebin.com/FM2wawpk ), you'll see that Walter only has one nutberry... on his person. He's still got 10 more in the trunk.
All of them are beginning to lightly spoil, though. >>6110555 Thank you very much anon, I'm glad you appreciate it. Thank you for voting, too.
>>6110664 Moles do actually eat some produce (admittedly, in dire situations)… though a lot of Pokémon are different enough that it's not 1-1.
]Blitzle, for example, are actually omnivorous, despite real-life zebras still being strict herbivores. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
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>>6110752 >Aren't nutberries special in that they are attractive to all Pokémon, regardless of their individual diets (or lack thereof)? Yes, I'll just confirm this right away. Even mon that don't eat anything or only eat meat will be enticed by a nutberry, for reasons unknown. Enjoying nutberries is by no means an indication of a Pokémon's diet because anything from a Magnemite to a Pyroar is going to like having one.
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>>6110868 Thanks for the heads up. Stay safe, QM.
>OP pic Someday, a kid is going to befriend a Magikarp and get the biggest surprise of his life years later.
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>>6110875 OP mentioned a certain fish neofauna jumping very high last thread, I think. One of them is going to leap a waterfall eventually, and then disaster will strike...
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>>6110868 Godspeed OP. Here’s hoping that this one passes uneventfully.
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>>6110868 Do take care, QM. This quest won't go anywhere in the foreseeable future.
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>>6110868 Please don't die please don't die please don't die please don't die
I've had enough QMs dying like HMQ QM and others. SO YOU HAVE TO SURVIVE
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>>6110868 QM, you’ve gotta stop baiting the curse like this.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 27 Sep 2024 13:22:48 No. 6111884 Report Good news, anons! I survived! Apologies for the extended absence. Some of my family decided surviving was for pussies and I had to devote a day to changing their minds. All's well now, so things should resume smoothly soon. I'll get to writing after breakfast. Thank you all for your patience.
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>>6111884 Survival is for pussies, real men go butt naked into the middle of the storm
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>>6111884 I'm glad to hear it, QM!
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>>6111884 I'm happy that you and your family and alright.
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>>6111884 I'm happy you and your family are okay.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:05:31 No. 6111980 Report ...why he hadn't spoken was of no relevance to you now. You <span class="mu-i">had</span> to get back out there, fast, or you'd be seeing bullets in peoples' walls. As you started towards the door and began formulating plans in your head, one of the soldiers called out. The antsy one, you figured. "Sir! It ain't safe!" You barely turned back to reply. "I know! I'll be fine! I've dealt with worse up north!" A pause... you offered them a safety net. "Tell you what-- I-I'll go out there, right now," a large thud cut off whatever you were going to say, so you had to repeat yourself, "I'll bring this to 'n end, 'n when it's all done, you two can track me down t'morrow." The angrier soldier took over his antsy friend's questions. "And why would we do that?" You motioned to Mary to join you as you swung the door open. The look you gave the soldiers was... well, you'd intended for it to be comforting, but you could tell from their expressions that you seemed more scared than anything else. "I'll... I'll give you some nutberries. What those're called," you motioned to Steele's mole nibbling away at the strange fruit, "'n you can use 'em t' make the town better." Mary dashed out the doorway, forcing you to follow. Steele watched you go. ----- <span class="mu-i">BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG</span> It was getting hard to tell your heartbeat from your hearing. There were fewer gunshots than before, for sure, but the town remained in chaos. A throng of people were pushing south, seemingly headed for Sacramento, while those that stayed had armed themselves with almost anything they had access to as the few remaining moles began a proper assault. Mary just barely dodged one, popping out of a hole mere inches away from you within minutes of you two leaving your shelter, while you forced yourself away at the same time. Plan after plan ran through your head, discarded as soon as it arose. <span class="mu-i">Restrain the moles with some kind of rope! What kind of rope? You didn't have any, they were too fast! Make the ground too muddy for them to dig through! How? The nearest source of water is on the other side of town. You didn't have anything to keep it in. Tempt them... somehow!</span> The sprite's child squeaked before you could dismiss that idea. You spent a moment calming it, vaguely impressed that it was somehow keeping its cool, gently tucking it deeper into your shirt pocket as the creature began to <span class="mu-i">doze off.</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:06:36 No. 6111981 Report Part of you tried to channel that kind of composure as you began scrambling around for some kind of food to feed the moles. You found yourself lingering on... the town farm, seemingly destroyed by a plethora of mole tunnels. You winced at the sight, yet drove yourself towards it. A few of the crops lay uprooted nearby, useless for farming or human consumption, and the moment you got them into your hands you started for the moles. A couple of them were focusing their attention on a soldier who'd been trying and failing to shoot them this entire time. As the moles deftly dodged his scattered shots, you managed to catch one's attention by directing its scent towards a tube of lettuce... ... ...you felt a pit form in your stomach as the mole soundly rejected the small crop, choosing instead to smack the vegetable away and take a jab at the soldier's knee. "You! With the tuber!!" He caught your attention. "Ah can't shoot with you so close! Shove it!!" You paid no mind to the insult. "Then don' shoot!! It's not a good idea, they'll jus' get madder!" The soldier looked at you like you were insane, his glance briefly going towards Mary and your hands, before recognizing your face. "Wait--" He stabbed his rifle's end towards the other mole, now attempting to harass the man's ankles, barely avoiding getting his skin slashed by its claws. "You had those weird round things that made 'em go away!! Use 'em!! Give a man a hand!!!!" You only had the one berry... A quick survey of the situation gave you an idea. "Have you got a knife?" "What?? Why would ah even tell you that?" You didn't wait for an answer-- some primal stupidity had gripped you in the meantime. Moments later, you were forcing a mole's enormous claws over your one last nutberry, Mary restraining the protesting rodent, guiding its razor-like fingers cutting it cleanly enough to make... about eight incisions. The <span class="mu-i">second</span> you let that mole go (and scooped up the cleanly-cut berry bits), your life flashed before your eyes-- --only for the mole to end up on the ground, twitching, covered in some kind of spore, its nails still pointed at your neck. A brief sneezing fit soon led you to the source of its twitching: your own shirt pocket. "...w-what... w-what was that?" The soldier stammered. He gripped his gun tightly enough that his entire hand was red, his eyes fixated on the mole, a brief <span class="mu-i">BANG</span> blowing out your eardrums once more as one of his co-workers came running by. "Hey! It's-- stranger, here--!! Now!!" Was he... was he commanding you? You were dragged to his side by the soldier you'd been trying to help. The new soldier shoved a rifle into your hand, pointed to a pair of moles digging underground. You couldn't make out what he was saying for a few minutes, at which point the silence was broken by a brief shout. "Do you read me?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:07:36 No. 6111982 Report You shook your head, bringing the rifle to your side before eventually dropping it on the ground. "Haven't understood a word for some time, now, sir. Say, you don't need t' shoot." You raised your free palm and spread the berry slices out on it like an open flower, quickly hiding the white wad of seeds that had been left abandoned among them. Both soldiers stayed tense as you continued. "You saw their reactions t' the berries, right?" You motioned to a mole digging a hole. "They're passive, quiet. They won't cause a thing if you jus'... give them one 'f these." Your sight lingered on the hole a little longer as the mole began heading... out of town, in the direction opposite the mountain. The soldiers said something amongst themselves. You reiterated your strategy and disperesed the slices. Mary scrambled to stay by your side as the three of you spread out, each with two or three nutberry slices in your hands, the soldiers reluctant-- but bereft of alternatives as they called to their coworkers to halt. As the sun truly set, rifle after rifle was lowered. Eventually, all became quiet. <><><><><> The sky wasn't black today. In the aftermath of all the commotion, the most it could muster was a deep, alien purple. The stars shone, as always. It was odd to see them doing something so normal in a sky so unfamiliar to you. Smiling upon such a decrepit town. A lot of it was empty, now. During the attacks, most of the populous had run for Sacramento. Those who'd stayed spent their evenings chasing moles away from their farm, tending to the injured, or already starting on repairs. You and Mary sat on the tracks. There was no danger to them anymore. They were torn up beyond repair. Your shoes seemed to be going a similar way, the soles expiring into the soot and dirt beneath them. Steele sat beside you, his hand tentatively touching his mole friend's head. Across town, he was accompanied by several more soldiers doing nearly the same thing. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. It was almost like Steele had never pet something before. "You don' need t' be so careful about it." As if to demonstrate, Mary forced herself underneath your palm. Scratches were delivered to her chin soon after. Steele watched with a mix of confusion and intrigue. "Well... I have to say, I've never had the chance before. Thank you for demonstrating once more, Buchanan." He tried to pet the mole with a bit more force. The two of you snickered when it LOUDLY approved, wooing like it had just eaten a great meal. The pair of you continued your scratching endeavours as you watched things go by. A man yelled at a soldier for what his mole had done, gesturing wildly to the torn-up farms and bemoaning the allegiance. A nurse tended to an older man, left in his rocking chair on a porch, who seemed to be in good-enough spirits to strike up a casual conversation with the poor lady. You could see him laughing a few times.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:08:37 No. 6111984 Report Occasionally you would see more tunnels crop up, always going in the same direction. Away from Iron Mountain. Steele broke the silence. "...do you know what moles eat?" The question surprised you, but you were glad to know the answer to it. "Bugs. Lots of bugs. Sometimes they'll have veggies, too... usually when they're desp'rate or panickin'." You recalled the lettuce. "I don't think you need t' worry about him." You motioned to Steele's mole. Steele murmured. "It isn't worry, Buchanan. I am responsible for this animal, now, and I need to know how to keep it in order. It's like..." He paused to think... "...people, Buchanan, they need many things. Food, shelter, company, and the assurance that all is right in the world." "Animals... you claim that these creatures are simply strange animals. I cannot call myself an expert on animals like I can call myself an expert on humans. Animals are your domain, are they not?" Steele turned to you and asked. You couldn't answer before he continued. "I simply need to know where I can start to learn. I can give this animal shelter, I can give it company. I am, elsewise, lost." One of the only remaining children in Redding cried out. A small child, no older than a year. Its wails were distant but nonetheless powerful. Steele chuckled. "I would probably have an easier time calming that baby than I would any of your animals, Buchanan." You noticed that you'd stopped petting Mary, as she protested quietly and rubbed your palm again. Unfortunately for her, your fingers seemed about as still as the rest of you. Steele had ceased as well. Both of you found yourselves staring in the direction the wayward moles had gone. "...well, you aren't completely lost." You started. "Your plan went... pretty well, ah'd say." A brief stretch of silence. Steele's reply was quiet. "People do like their shows." The businessman flinched as his mole clambered atop him, coming to sit in Steele's lap and look up at his face. You saw his expression flash between concern and confusion before he carefully brought the mole back to the ground and got to his feet. "It's getting late. We need to leave early tomorrow, and I must be getting to bed. You, too. I cannot be staying up when it's so dark." He left the four of you, heading right back to the inn, his mole somewhat startled by the older man's departure, chasing after him once Steele was out of sight. You followed suit. <><><><><>>Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. >It took far too long for you to fall asleep. It was hard to keep your eyes shut after such an energetic day. With every creak of wood or slight rumble of the ground you were awoken, thinking of the moles, wondering about Steele. Once you'd finally found sleep, you were thrust into the middle of a dream.
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>>6111980 >>6111981 >>6111982 >>6111984 >Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. I feel like we need all the sleep we can get before embarking on one of the longer stretches of our journey.
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A few decades from now, Drillbur and Excadrill wood carvings will be in every inn, saloon, and eatery at Redding.
>>6111984 >Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. We do need the rest. Our first priority in the morning should be helping Steele figure out his situation with his new companion.
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>>6111984 >Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. I think we should examine Steele’s mon in the morning. I wonder what he’ll name it?
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>>6111984 >>Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. Anonymous
>>6111984 >It took far too long for you to fall asleep. It was hard to keep your eyes shut after such an energetic day. With every creak of wood or slight rumble of the ground you were awoken, thinking of the moles, wondering about Steele. Once you'd finally found sleep, you were thrust into the middle of a dream. I think it's weird that we haven't had a SINGLE restless night after everything we've been through so far.
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>>6111984 >Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. >>6112120 That's because we're doing our job and we're gitting gud and we're learning about mons and more.
The restless nights will come with future despair... Anonymous
>>6111980 >The sprite's child squeaked before you could dismiss that idea. You spent a moment calming it, vaguely impressed that it was somehow keeping its cool, gently tucking it deeper into your shirt pocket as the creature began to doze off. Brussels is adorable.
>>6111981 And useful!
>>6111984 >Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. Anonymous
>>6111984 >Falling asleep was easy. The moment you hit your bed you were out like a light, as you had been yesterday, without any kind of dream interrupting your deep slumber. Anonymous
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>>6112235 Naming the Budew Brussels will make for a really funny situation when he evolves.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 28 Sep 2024 17:43:46 No. 6112693 Report >>6111989 >>6111999 >>6112084 >>6112113 >>6112122 >>6112235 >>6112263 Near-unanimous once again! Writing coming a bit later.
You guys are very good at keeping Walter out of trouble. Anonymous
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>>6112693 Waltur is not really equipped to get out of trouble, so prevention is our only option.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 28 Sep 2024 19:43:12 No. 6112789 Report Entering your room overwhelmed you with exhaustion. Just the sight of your bed made your body demand that it be upon it. Within just a few minutes, you were. Small black spots danced across your eyes as you stared at the ceiling, your entire body feeling like it was underneath a rushing waterfall, your brain and heart both slowing down as your small green companion crawled out of your pocket to go sleep alongside Mary... ... ... <><><><><> You'd gone out like a light in a rainstorm. Even now, as you woke, your brain seemed unable to process your situation. You were awake, yes. There was light right next to you, spilling out of the window. The ceiling was above you. You were underneath your sheets, atop a bad mattress. ... You shuffled out of bed and rubbed your eyes. Your head slid into your hands, then back out, while you blinked and stretched and changed out of the filthy clothes you'd slept in. A look outside the window helped you figure the time. You'd awoken earlier than yesterday, for sure, but the sky was already blue and the sun was already quite high up. Maybe... nine? Ten? Looking back inside was useless, but you did it anyways. Even with the broken clock still stuck on eleven pm, as it had been since you first arrived, part of you thought that it might have moved just a little bit overnight. If the sky could have turned purple for just one day... ----- Steele met you outside of the inn. His mole seemed absent... until it shuffled out from behind his leg, an uneasy expression on its face. Mary promptly began sniffing it, to the poor thing's distaste, with her green companion giving Steele's mole a happy squeak and a tiny smile. "Well then... they seem to get along well." The businessman commented, seeming to have inherited some of his companion's timidity. "I can't say I expected that." You nodded along. He cleared his throat. "Anyways. Shall we?" There was a bit of that pep in his step again, that energy you were beginning to know him for. He threw out an arm in the direction of the general store and the two of you wasted no time in raiding every store for supplies.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 28 Sep 2024 19:44:14 No. 6112791 Report On the way, the two of you discussed agendas. "I really do need to get to Sacramento. Have you any clue where we could find transport?" Such a question was repeated so many times to so many people that, by noon, half the shopkeepers in town could recite it verbatim. Unfortunately for Steele, most of the carriages were delivering supplies to towns that needed it. Small places, like the Gulch, with no connections to anywhere and no sources of food or basic supplies. Further still, the town itself was noticeably emptier than it had been just the morning before. More and more people were leaving, with maybe half of the town's population now consisting of soldiers. The sound of children playing had become quieter still, with all their parents busy rushing for supplies in the same way you and Steele now leisurely strolled. It was a good thing, you told yourself. More and more people getting out of a place where you couldn't trust that the water was safe anymore. Yet... you couldn't help but wonder if you were making a mistake. Calling a false alarm? ...you snapped out of that kind of thinking and got back to tracing your map on the way to the post office. "We need t' keep followin' the river. There's no place t' stop until Red Bluff, 'n I don't know what the situation is there... maybe we'd have t' skip it?" Steele nodded and waited outside while you asked about your letter. No response, yet, but it had supposedly been sent off last evening. Back outside. Your small group continued wandering about town, gathering things, talking to people. You returned to the inn, briefly rummaging in your trunk. Of the ten nutberries you had... three would do. One for each soldier and a failsafe if one of them somehow screwed up. Deja vu flew by as you knocked at their headquaters, received no response. A door was opened by someone else and nutberries were exchanged for gracious compliments and some brief recognition. Mary would get the occasional pat, Steele's mole the occasional dirty look. The sun soared higher and higher as your trunks became more and more stuffed, your rucksack-- now exchanged for a spare haversack-- renewed with plentiful amounts of food, your waist now the proud owner of a proper bullet pouch and holster for your still-empty revolver... Steele slapped one of his bowler hats on you while you'd begun cloudgazing, its rim covering your eyes and stifling some of the bright light, your eyes soon turning back to him. "You don't look half bad." He chuckled and slapped your back. "Keep it! I have a few spare." He secured a top hat for himself, as always, and fastened his own bullet pouch along the waistline of his spiffing new jeans. His usual blazer and undershirt was gone, replaced with a comically unfitting red lumberjack's shirt-- one that was noticeably absent from any Redding storefront. He cleared his throat and grinned at you. "How do I look?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 28 Sep 2024 19:45:15 No. 6112792 Report ... "Ah've never seen a worse-fittin' hat in my life." It was hard not to laugh as you noticed the fancy loafers, the extravagant silver watch... and the rich man's imitation of countrywear, so unspecific to any person or place that it almost seemed fantastical. "At least take that off, you won't stick out 's much." Steele seemed to ignore the proposal entirely, instead scanning his surroundings briefly and making an act of pointing to the town's southernmost exit. "Right, it's time to head off! Come, Buchanan, we leave from there!" The mock-countryman made haste, already walking to leave before he'd finished that sentence, Mary charging ahead of him and taking the rest of your animal friends with her as the five of you set out on your journey... ...briefly you paused, turning back to look at the decrepit town, the damaged buildings no longer looking out of place near the torn-up train tracks. The sun accentuated every flaw, every imperfection in town... ...and you turned back to your group of four, Steele now leading the charge while Mary clambered behind him, the wilds of California beckoning you all to dare traversing them. <><><><><> Not long after you'd left Redding, your head was flooded with thoughts. When would you receive your family's response. Did you pack enough for at least a week's worth of camping. Why wouldn't Steele take off that dumb hat, was the river more sparse around here or were you seeing things, what... ...what were you going to call your small companion? Steele had already settled on naming his mole friend after his favorite state. He'd come up with the nickname not even an hour after leaving town. Indiana, Indiana. According to Steele, the mole's full name was supposed to be Indianapolis, but he'd considered it too big a mouthful. Even now he was toying with nicknames for his nickname-- Indie, Ana, India had all been tried. The mole responded equally to all of them: that is, not at all. Yet you'd had this small sprout for two days, now, and hadn't an inkling of what to call him. Well, you had one... but naming a living creature after food was somewhat rude. So, you discarded the suggestion-- at least, for the moment-- and pondered... what would you call your new male friend?>Write-in.
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>>6112789 >>6112791 >>6112792 >Write-in. Florian. It's appropriate to name him after something he will bloom into later.
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>>6112808 +1
Funny that Mary is the jap name of Marnie, and we're naming one of Walter's mons after another significant character from a mainline Pokemon game
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You know, I'm starting to suspect that Steele might be a dandy that enjoys the company of other men.
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>>6112889 Do they make him hard as steel? Anonymous
>>6112808 I can back Florian if we aren't calling him Brussels or Sprout. I'd also accept Fiddlehead.
>>6112792 Anonymous
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>>6112792 >Brussels I’m happy with that. We’re gonna have to start training the little guy soon, and see if we can figure out how the sleep dust works.
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>>6112792 I like calling him Buddy.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 17:12:50 No. 6113293 Report PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 17:14:41 No. 6113295 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 145 (1d200) >>6113293 Some day I'll remember to roll when making these posts. Some day...
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>>6113293 I hate to sound like I'm splitting hairs for totally and positively unbiased reasons whatsoever, but was
>>6112896 voting for Florian or Brussels?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 17:37:06 No. 6113312 Report >>6113307 I think he was voting for Florian because there weren't any calls for Brussels or Sprout at that point. It's admittedly up to the original poster to clarify, but for now I'm counting it as a vote for Florian since it's the only name he explicitly backed.
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>>6113312 I'm
>>6112896 . I'd have voted for Brussels or Sprout, but
>Well, you had one... but naming a living creature after food was somewhat rude. Implied it was disallowed.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:17:17 No. 6113333 Report You recalled his mother's appearance for a moment. A small lady made of flowers and leaves... was that who this walking brussel sprout would eventually become? A name floated to mind. It seemed appropriate, and you liked the way it sounded. A small grin entered your expression as you glanced at the green speck upon Mary's back. Florian. That would do nicely. ----- The five of you traveled with little interruption. Through sparse forests and the brief open plain, you were greeted with a shocking absence of normal creatures. You always had your notebook on hand, attempting to scrawl down what you could, but the sheer amount of neofauna in comparison to Earth's natives was impressive. While you walked you would mostly see birds, small mammals, and the occasional predator. Any kind of fish in the Sacramento River had long-since been outnumbered, with even the salmon from before Redding now being absent, the enormous body of water being swarmed by especially colorful fish-likes and-- for reasons you could not explain-- <span class="mu-i">lilypads</span>, of all things. At one point you felt it right to harass Steele just the slightest bit. His attempts to call for Indiana by some other name were far less important-- instead, you quietly shouted to him. "Look, look!" Though the older man was reluctant, he relented rather quickly upon hearing a screech. A bald eagle with a fish flew in a tussel barely a tree's height above you all, its screeches and constant jerks parried by a shocking lookalike: some kind of chick covered in white feathers with a beak as large as the eagle's talons, a body almost <span class="mu-i">larger</span> than its opponent's, the balded bird becoming disoriented by the chick's headbutt (that had somehow left the fledgling bird unphased), tumbling down to the ground with a visibly broken wing and another cry for help. The fluffy stranger returned the screech, its cry not too dissimilar to the eagle's own, flying off in victory with hardly a scratch on its body and the bald eagle's fish clutched within its talons... You jumped forward to catch the falling bird, unsure of why by the time it had landed in your hands. The bird of prey had landed with some fanfare, too, almost forcing you to tumble forward with how much it weighed. This was definitely a larger specimen... and yet, it didn't even seem to have a chance against its odd look-alike. Mary, Indiana, and Florian eagerly crowded the animal. It tried to caw and flap its wings, seemingly trying to ward them off, yet moving the broken wing only brought more pain and left it unable to function. You had to prompt your companions to leave it be, with Mary especially taking a bleating interest in the bird, before it stopped exacerbating its condition trying to ward them off.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:18:18 No. 6113334 Report The sight drained the color from your face. Through all the excitement of trying to identify these new strangers, coming to understand their relative indifference to humans and all the benefits they could bring... you'd nearly forgotten about their main competitors. The animals you'd spent all your life devoting yourself to studying... the entire reason you had come here, to California. They were having even worse trouble than the townsfolk, weren't they? Yet... you couldn't do anything to convince them, or to ward off the neofauna harassing them. They seemed to eat the same kinds of foods, inhabit similar areas... the only difference was that Earth's children didn't have the enormous power to take whatever they saw as necessary when they felt like it. ----- You forced Steele to stop in a small clearing so that you could tend to the bald eagle. You knew it was likely beyond saving, with how much blood it had already lost, but part of you had a hard time letting go of it. You had barely even seen an eagle before, let alone America's Animal King. And now, instead of finding one nesting upon a tree or cawing atop a glorious mountain, your first sight of the species was while it was dying in your arms. As you let the eagle pass by your temporary campfire and wrote its scientific name down in your notebook's list, you wondered if anything could be done to prevent this fate for the rest of nature's animals. Reading down your list at least lended some levity to the situation: you were almost <span class="mu-i">halfway done</span> with your listing of a hundred or more creatures. At this rate, you could earn those ten-thousand dollars by next month and have no obligations to stay here. Plus, you'd be a made man for several years-- possibly even more if you invested wisely. And when you finally had that money... ...huh. What would you do with it?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:19:20 No. 6113335 Report >Work towards establishing conserving earthly fauna no matter what. As fascinating as neofauna are to you, the original species take precedent and you can't just sit by and watch as they're chased out of their natural habitats by stronger neofauna. >Split your goals. Establish both efforts towards conservation of earth's original species <span class="mu-i">as well as</span> safe havens and educational complexes for neofauna. >Focus entirely on the neofauna. You know nature, you know she will rebound, and you find the newcomers far more interesting. Spend money towards establishing a country-wide Society for their classification, begin studying different species of neofauna in detail, and set up efforts at home to educate the populous on them. >Spend it all studying abroad, going on wild adventures to find new species of neofauna and bring back tales of glory to tell future children. The prospect of so much danger scares you a little, but after all you've faced here... you find the prospect more enticing than anything else. >Sideline non-humans entirely and spend all that money on restoration efforts for debilitated towns, grieving families. God knows your own family might need some of the money... it would be selfish to spend so much on anyone but them. >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:21:16 No. 6113337 Report >>6113331 Oh shoot, talk about bad timing. Sorry for posting right as you clarified.
Apologies for the wording, as well: it wasn't disallowed, I just added that line since it'd be a little out of character is all. I'm still down to put the audience first.
...or, I would've been, had I not already posted. Sorry about this. Anonymous
>>6113333 >>6113334 >>6113335 >Split your goals. Establish both efforts towards conservation of earth's original species as well as safe havens and educational complexes for neofauna. The normal animals do not stand a chance. Seriously, an eagle being outcompeted by a Rufflet (which is the eagle CHICK Pokémon) says enough.
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>>6113335 >Focus entirely on the neofauna. You know nature, you know she will rebound, and you find the newcomers far more interesting. Spend money towards establishing a country-wide Society for their classification, begin studying different species of neofauna in detail, and set up efforts at home to educate the populous on them. Anonymous
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>>6113337 No worries, a nickname is hardly a big-deal vote for me.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:59:00 No. 6113367 Report Quoted By:
>>6113357 lol I'm well aware
I was using "screech" more generally as a cry of pain, since there are extremely few creatures on earth that don't scream very loudly and very harshly when they're hurt
Plus, it'd be a bit ill-fitting to point out how bald eagles actually sound like funny seagulls when said bald eagle is literally dying.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 19:20:33 No. 6113390 Report Quoted By:
>>6113357 lol I'm well aware
I was using "screech" more generally as a cry of pain, since there are extremely few creatures on earth that don't scream very loudly and very harshly when they're hurt
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 29 Sep 2024 19:26:14 No. 6113397 Report >>6113334 also:
>As you let the eagle pass by your temporary campfire This is supposed to be "As you let the eagle <span class="mu-s">lay</span> by your temporary campfire", <span class="mu-s">not pass.</span> Apologies.
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>>6113335 >Split your goals. Establish both efforts towards conservation of earth's original species as well as safe havens and educational complexes for neofauna. We've had conversations about which kinds of animals are at risk of going extinct in this quest several times before and the QM has likely taken note of them. Insects, small rodents, and small birds reproduce and hide well enough to get by just as they always have. If the QM's remark about water-type Pokemon are to be believed, many species of aquatic animals like fish could find a way to survive as well. Predators of moderate size or larger that are not already domesticated, however, will soon be at risk. They rely on fighting and killing to get by, which are things Pokemon are far better at doing. Canines might mingle with their neofauna equivalents well enough due to pack instincts, but who knows about the rest. It'd be very difficult to keep a black bear sanctuary sustainable with circumstances like this. That being said, I don't think these two goals are exclusive to one another. Both are now pertinent to one another.
>>6113337 You better hope no one ITT is from Brussels, kek.
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>>6113335 >Split your goals. Establish both efforts towards conservation of earth's original species as well as safe havens and educational complexes for neofauna. We have the then
We have the now
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>>6113397 The eagle might live? Awesome.
>>6113429 Anyone who has ever been to the Benelux knows Belgians are not real anyway.
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>>6113335 >Split your goals. Establish both efforts towards conservation of earth's original species as well as safe havens and educational complexes for neofauna. While this is the most sensible goal (nature adapts, but it doesn’t need to adapt in ways that help humanity), I feel this is sowing the seeds for a meaningful “pokemon gang” conflict. One side fighting for the preservation of the old world, one fighting to replace it with the new. At least it’d be more sensible than Aqua/Magma.
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>>6113557 >One side fighting for the preservation of the old world, one fighting to replace it with the new. I think it'd be more complicated than that. For things like reservations to be protected, Pokemon would need to be relied upon. This would imply that they understand the value in existing wildlife. If there are groups that seek to attack these sanctuaries, they would be types like Darwinian extremists or Pokemon intelligent enough to develop cults of personality around doing so. We should remember that establishing sanctuaries is still a pretty distant goal, so we probably won't run into conflicts surrounding the matter until we get there. For now, we have to focus on jotting down everything from Shenanigan's Gulch to Sacramento and preparing that region of California for the new world, which is a long term plan in itself.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 30 Sep 2024 14:16:06 No. 6113876 Report >>6113338 >>6113429 >>6113448 >>6113557 We're splitting goals!
No guarantees of an entry early today, or today at all. I accidentally compressed 5 days of work into 3 this week so my schedule's going to be properly stuffed from today 'til Wednesday.
Thursday's a holiday, though, so I'll be plenty free to write then.
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>>6113876 Thanks for keeping us in the loop, QM! Good luck.
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>>6113876 Thanks for the heads up QM.
We’re all glad that you’re not dead.
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>>6113335 >Split your goals. Establish both efforts towards conservation of earth's original species as well as safe havens and educational complexes for neofauna. I like the name Florian too.
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>>6113876 The thing is, we won’t really be able to do much on the conservation front since we aren’t in a position where we can really do that - it’s a long-term goal that we can only achieve with a lot of money. We should devote ourselves to neofauna classification while we’re on the road.
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>>6114165 Honestly, what part of the old wildlife do we want to preserve the most/What part of old wildlife needs preservation the most? It might be useful to know this considering our location and the achievability of such a project.
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>>6114377 Neofauna don't have a lot of true plants, so I guess we should make sure they don't ruin all the pollination and seed dispersal symbioses.
Anonymous
>>6114492 In that case, which plants are the most vulnerable to Pokémon interference?
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>>6114588 I know little to nothing about plants, sorry.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 02 Oct 2024 00:13:54 No. 6114801 Report hey, my workload just doubled. I'll see what I can do to get something out tomorrow (Thursday is still free) but today's out. Apologies.
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>>6114801 Don't worry QM. It happens to the best of us.
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>>6114588 >>6114590 Probably anything dependent on animal pollinators like many fruit and nut trees. Some, like figs, have symbiotes small enough that Pokemon probably won't directly compete with their niche; fig wasps literally have to be small enough to squeeze into a growing fig. Others might have Cutieflies and Butterfree and such pick up the slack, but lots of fruiting trees and wildflowers are probably too small for the generally-larger bug Pokemon to fill the same roll as regular bugs.
Lots of berry bushes depend on birds and mammals to eat the berries and disperse the seeds through their droppings. Depending how Pokemon digestion works, neofauna may or may not be able to fill that same roll.
Generally, we should expect to see major disruptions as the much smaller number of larger-bodied neofauna replace smaller and more numerous 'terrafauna', and simply by the changing compositions there will be shocks to the environment. An abundance of creatures who can breathe fire or produce poison will cause a lot of ecological disasters, too and we can probably expect some climatic shifts even without legendaries.
>>6114801 Sorry to hear it, QM. Take your time. This is a good quest; we'll wait.
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>>6114823 California did have vineyards back in 1884, right? We could try checking the digestion of Pokémon with grapes.
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>>6115176 Since 1779, according to a quick search!
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>>6114801 Take all the time you need QM.
If anything I’m surprised that you’re still updating. I’ve heard horrific things about this hurricane, we’re just happy you’re okay.
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>>6115179 Still though, are there any vineyards up north in the Sacramento region at this time? I have heard California vineyards were mostly located in the coastal and southern regions of the state up until the 20th century.
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>>6115403 Buena Vista seems to claim to be the fist Northern Calinfornian vineyard, and started in 1857.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 03 Oct 2024 16:26:16 No. 6115845 Report Hello hello! I've begun writing. Things should be back to normal starting from today.
>>6115253 >I’ve heard horrific things about this hurricane, we’re just happy you’re okay. Yeah, the Carolinas and surrounding states aren't coming back from this for years (if ever). Category 4 doesn't even begin to describe the horrific amounts of damage. Both to human lives and to property. Helene has the highest death count since Katrina, with Helene having 119 confirmed deaths, and that's <span class="mu-i">before</span> the 600-700+ missing people have been confirmed dead or alive.
If you can spare the funds, I'd recommend donating to as many rescue organizations as you can. I've found this list (
https://www.bpr.org/bpr-news/2024-09-28/list-ways-to-donate-and-help-flood-victims-in-western-north-carolina-after-hurricane-helene ) to be rather useful, and with the federal government being the federal government and doing whatever job they have poorly (or not at all) there's no better way to help than to donate to more local organizations. The roads have been so damaged that a lot of these people are trapped in their situations without food, water, cell service and/or other necessities. Many have lost their lives, even more have lost their homes and livelihoods.
I'm extremely lucky that the hurricane missed me by a few miles and the worst my area got was a few uprooted trees and lots of rain. I can't say the same for any other state affected by this, and I truly hope that they get some good help soon.
>>6114823 >Depending how Pokemon digestion works, neofauna may or may not be able to fill that same roll. Just to keep things from giving me a headache, I'm going to say that
a lot of the "literally just an animal with elemental powers" neofauna will have near-identical digestion systems and fill very very similar roles to their existing mundane counterparts. There might be a few exceptions, especially for ones that are fire, poison, or electric-typed, but nothing so deviant that it'll completely destroy the ecosystem. I am frankly not qualified enough to write a situation like that, and I don't want to make the situation so depressingly dire that there is truly no hope of recovery because that's just misery porn and not fun to write. In the absolute most-realistic scenario, though, this would of course not apply and the Earth itself would be extremely irreparably fucked.
Luckily, I am not educated enough to write that.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 03 Oct 2024 17:00:23 No. 6115866 Report You found your train of thought derailed by images of an ideal future. You found yourself dreaming of entire cities of earth's creatures, free of the modern day's contempt for their wellbeing, with visiting children asking excitedly how an eagle could fly or a salmon could swim. You saw entire councils of naturalists dreaming up complex habitats and programs tailored solely to the animal they centered around-- luxurious mock-habitats where those residing in the zoo were content to hunt, sleep, and live however they would in the wild, with more and more people of the world being able to learn about their many intricacies through naught but a short visit. And during those visits... you saw various neofauna accompanying even the smallest of children. They were companions that would always be by their sides: they would play with them, teach them how to cooperate, and show humanity how to keep themselves safe. You saw one of Mary's kin following a little girl in a short dress. One of the ferocious eagle chicks was now so tame that it could sit upon a small boy's head with little issue, while Steele's mole would be marveling at its earthly relative from a distance. Each and every one had its own special name, deemed internationally to be its moniker: the name Khrysómallon would become universal, such titles as Vultegens Silensenus taking on new life among non-naturalists as colloquial nicknames; perhaps Vultes? Silens? Or even something as simple as "darker fox"... It was hard not to get lost in such a wonderful daydream. A dumb smile on your face seemed to be the only thing you could feel back on Earth... until a ticklish crawling motion interrupted your dreaming. It was coming from your hand...? You blinked yourself awake and watched as an enormous bug, about the length of your entire palm and about as wide as half of it, quietly inched across your hand and began crawling atop the pained eagle. Mary moved to object, trying to station herself between the bug and the eagle, but by the time the bug had reached the eagle's wing it was too late for the sheep to do much about it. Florian, meanwhile, seemed delighted by its appearance. You speculated that it might have something to do with the leafy collar that the bug wore... ... "...Buchanan? Is that..." Steele shook his head. "No, it can't be. Surely not!" You were in no position to answer. Your mouth was too busy hanging itself open, after all. The bug continued spinning a <span class="mu-s">silk</span> cast across the dying bird's wing.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 03 Oct 2024 17:01:24 No. 6115867 Report And you <span class="mu-i">knew</span> it was silk. You had felt some, back in New York City, when your employer had first summoned you to his office. The arrogant man had gone on an entire tangent bragging about how soft it felt. The bug seemed to pay you no mind as you carefully stroked the material, your fingers disbelieving your brain and moving to confirm for yourself that... this was, indeed, actual silk. When the small caterpillar-like creature was finished with its work, it looked up at you with an... indiscernable expression. If bug eyes could talk, you thought, it would be telling you something like... "I tried my best"? "I hope it gets better"? There was an undeniable sympathy about the creature that was only further justified when it proceeded to look over its work, attempting to patch up wayward spots it had missed, trying its best to strengthen a cast made out of truly inappropriate material. When it noticed a very slight cut upon Mary's hoof, you had to force the sheep not to kick it away as it tried to patch that up as well. The sight left you beyond disbelief. Glancing over to Steele brought you some grounding-- you could practically <span class="mu-i">see</span> the stacks of benjamins in his pupils-- and part of you wanted to do something about it... but what?>Chastise Steele and let the creature be. You aren't sure if there are more of these, but given that it's a bug... well, it can't be TOO rare. It would be cruel to take advantage of this specific specimen's kindness. >Don't do anything. You're too stunned to give input and this isn't a priority. Just give yourself some time to think of the ramifications. >YOU'RE GOING TO BE RICH. Try to tempt the bug to your side and try to find a silk manufacturing plant as soon as humanly possible. Steele has the right idea and there's no way you can pass up an easy fortune like this. >Write-in.
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>>6115866 >>6115867 >YOU'RE GOING TO BE RICH. Try to tempt the bug to your side and try to find a silk manufacturing plant as soon as humanly possible. Steele has the right idea and there's no way you can pass up an easy fortune like this. We have no money as of now, and we will need a lot of money to achieve our daydream. Best we get our hands on summodat sweet sweet dough.
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>>6115845 I feel ya, QM.
My area has had about five towns flattened by tornadoes this year. I just took a drive through one of them that had a full third of it completely erased from existence.
This summer can fucking end now. I don’t want it anymore.
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>>6115867 >Write-in Retrieve a nutberry and offer it to the creature. Take it with us and study it along the way.
Why would we take this to a silk manufacturing plant? Those idiots will just hunt these precious little bugs out of existence.
Waltur, on the other hand, can carefully study the little guy and find an optimal way to get silk from him. While completely cutting out the middleman in the process!
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>>6115845 I'm so sorry about that. It sounds like a scary situation all around, but please stay safe and strong.
>with the federal government being the federal government and doing whatever job they have poorly (or not at all) Word on the street is that the National Guard of all people is on standby for a certain country overseas for certain reasons. Make of that what you will.
>In the absolute most-realistic scenario, though, this would of course not apply and the Earth itself would be extremely irreparably fucked. Not necessarily. Things seem like logical conclusions so far. Trust me, people ITT would sperg out if something didn't feel right.
>>6115867 >>6115953 Supported. A Silk Rush might actually start soon once more people inevitably learn of this Pokemon's existence, but that also means the silk will collapse in just a few years now that it's commonplace and easier to produce. The real money will be in new machines and tooling, consulting for silk-producing Pokemon care and health, and shorting stocks when the value of silk plummets. Once silk is more common, however, it will ignite an entire technological revolution with how many more utilities will be possible. We have to make sure that the little guy won't get milked to death and caged like a chicken, however, so we'll have to coin a motto like
>"Good life, good silk." I can't imagine good silk coming out of a tired, miserable Pokemon anyway.
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>>6115867 >>6115953 Supporting, same reasoning as
>>6116127 . The silk rush will cannibalize a lot of early movers, and we have no special skills for standing out from the pack. Better to make trades based on “insider knowledge” as it were and lean into what we CAN offer, and that’s an understanding of how to take care of the neofauna to ensure stable production for the groups that will stick around.
If we want to get paid especially well then the focus should be on this neofauna’s diet and if optimizing it can make a higher-quality silk. Quantity will be solved by brute force I’m sure, but we can consult to give the groups that want to stand out a different edge over the competition.
Anonymous
>>6115953 +1
We'll certainly have a leg up on textiles if we have a mareep and sewaddle
Anonymous
>>6115867 >>6115953 +1
We'll be rich soon enough.
Anonymous
>>6115867 Steele can be rich if he wants, and hopefully he'll remember who helped him. As beautiful as that dream was, I think our boy Buchanan has more on his mind than moolah right now. Without Pokeballs, how many of these things can we reasonably expect to care for on our own, anyway?
>>6115953 I can support this. +1.
D. Spenser
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 04 Oct 2024 22:35:22 No. 6116765 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 04 Oct 2024 23:02:28 No. 6116790 Report Rolled 167 (1d200) Note to self: stop filling encounter tables with guaranteed catches. Also, make SOME kind of reminder to stop rolling outside of Writing posts.
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Rolled 156 (1d200) >>6116790 Fuck you, rolling is fun and is a core part of ttrpg and quests
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 04 Oct 2024 23:06:49 No. 6116794 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 130 (1d200) >>6116792 It is very fun! But I need to start remembering to do it BEFORE I write instead of halfway through! And also maybe add more situations where I have an excuse to elicit 1d100 Bo3s since I like them and mentioned them in the rentry ruleset.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 01:28:00 No. 6116858 Report You figured it wouldn't help to try ol' reliable first. You clicked open your suitcase, the cotton of your backup clothes almost chafing your skin as your eyes remained fixated on the smooth silk cast, your fingers feeling around blindly until they fastened around the ever-softening nutberry you knew you'd left on top for emergencies not unlike this one. Carefully, slowly, with a trembling hand, you reached-- "Buchanan, now, let's not be hasty!" Steele's voice was uncertain, almost cracking with anticipation. You returned your face to his, catching sight of a pair of eyebrows furrowing above the signature mustache. "Let's..." He sighed and got to his feet, walking over to your side. Mary made space for him as he sat down next to you, the bug, and the eagle, with the bug giving him a tilt of its head. Steele promptly ignored the insectoid creature, choosing instead to fidget with his hands while looking between the suitcase and his fingers, eventually settling down and finishing his sentence. "...not be rash." The businessman fixed his tie. You raised a brow at him. He motioned to your suitcase. "You've... you have... how many of these left?" What? "...sev'n includin' this one, Steele. Any partic'lar reason...?" He put a finger to his chin and mulled it over. "No, not now. I thought you had less, is all! I simply worried that you would not have the means to replace these... berries... should you run out in the near future." You chuckled. Part of it was amusement, part of it was discomfort. "Ah'll have you know I was farmin' before all this. I know plenty well how t' keep these thingies alive," you lied through your teeth, confidence overtaking certainty, "and I've even prepped some growin' stuff beforehand. Don' worry yourself over it." Steele's face rose a little. "Oh, you were a farmer?" Another chuckle from you. "What, you couldn' tell from the accent? Ah thought finer folks like you would've known it well." You returned your attention to the bug, rolling the berry towards it with a gentle poke... watching as the small critter grabbed it neatly and began nibbling on its edges.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 01:29:01 No. 6116859 Report Steele smiled at the occurrence, joined in celebration by Mary (who gave you a bright look before giving the bug a little "baah"), Florian (who'd immediately jumped out of your shirt pocket, into your palm, and scuttled along the log you'd been sitting on to try and communicate with the new creature), and Indiana (who gave the bug a careful poke and soon found his claws tied up with silk). A small aside was had to watch Steele take his time trying to untie his mole's claws, during which he began talking again. "I know it <span class="mu-i">quite</span> well, yes! However, I have always heard speech like yours in the context of a miner or a small-time salesman. There aren't as many farmers in a big city like Indianapolis as there would be someplace less packed, I'm sure." "Indianapolis!" You were surprised by your own enthusiasm. "Say... you haven't told me much about that place! What's it like? Anythin' like New York City?" "Well..." ...the discussion kept you occupied as you packed up your things, tucking Florian back into your shirt and abandoning possible hiding places for the bug as it insisted on walking alongside Mary. Steele's mole stayed by his side, now delighted by its freed-up claws, his tamer happily chatting away with you as he divulged the details of what you learned was his home city. It wasn't long before you hit the road, with your camping supplies safely tucked away in your trunk. <><><><><> The next stretch of road was thankfully peaceful. You spent a lot of it engrossed in your own studies, your own observations. The silken bug was of particular interest-- you'd dubbed it <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-g">Vesterica Follare</span></span> on the fly, contented with the name's aptness, watching its reactions to Mary and Florian and how it seemed to operate as default. The critter seemed to be rather gentle, even for its species. The characteristic ravenous appetite you'd seen most earthly caterpillars exhibit was completely gone here, replaced instead by a constant urge to experiment with its shockingly plentiful reserves of silk. Every now and then you would find something or other covered in a strand or two, your shirt pocket or trunk latch or shoelace caught on a wayward strand whenever you weren't watching the big green bug, with Mary eventually accumulating so much silk on her lightly-scratched hoof that her gait began to suffer. Never in your life did you think you would be so irritated by an abundance of <span class="mu-i">silk</span>, but you supposed you should have expected this when you decided to befriend a bug. God clearly hardwired the entire kingdom to be very annoying in some way or other, likely to test humanity's willpower. At least this fancy little critter wasn't gunking up your barn doors with webs or eating your legs at night.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 01:30:02 No. 6116860 Report Lucky for him, then, that you had plenty. You managed to note down so much-- diet, in-depth description of detail, quick friendship with Florian, the odd obsession with cloth-making and silk-spewing, speculation on what the two lumps upon its forehead could be used for and why it kept rubbing them on Mary and your shoe-- that you even had the time to add many more names for many more creatures on the walk to the next town. You did all this, partially, to distract. To distract from the birds taking special interest in your bug, and Mary's fierce defense of your new friend, her growing talent impressing and alarming you with how much more powerful her thunderous strikes seemed to be, To distract from Florian's odd <span class="mu-i">crying</span> from time to time, the slightly-acidic tears he spilt staining your shirt pocket, demanding to be picked up or put down or taken away from Steele's mole, his childlike demands brewing dread as you realized how much of a handful he was being, To distract from the odd... bullet, or random bit of debris, or chipped brick strewn across the ground. The closer you thought you were to civilization, the more prominent this seemed to be. Random patches of brown or black grass, bits of broken wood or shattered glass, spent cartridges alongside broken glasses and torn bits of fabric. The most unnerving part of it all was the blood. The wayward splatters upon the soil. The stained scraps of cloth. Every other sharper edge being coated in the stuff. It reminded you of the aftermath of the steel bird attacks in Shenanigan's Gulch. After the Stars of Death had finally spared you and you were shown all the carnage they'd wrought. All that was missing here was the odd burning building or two... "Buchanan, up ahead." Steele spoke for what felt like the first time in forever, despite your mutual conversation about dinner just ten minutes earlier. "I think that's..." He stopped for a moment, seemingly speechless, but caught his hesitance and continued. "...that's supposed to be Red Bluff, I believe." Another pause. You saw his line of sight drift towards a tree with a ripped knot fastened onto a branch. There was a wheel beneath it. Nothing out of the ordinary, so why was he focusing on it? As you two began to approach Red Bluff (<span class="mu-r">population: 2,000 and rising!</span>)... the reason for Steele's caution became more clear. There were dents in building walls. Some weaker buildings had splinters, also laced with blood. Despite this the town was rather well-put together: a shocking amount of it was clean, homely, and full of life. That life, however... there was something wrong with it.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 01:31:03 No. 6116865 Report People walked with more weapons than you'd seen in any town before it. State militia or not, every man seemed to have some kind of gun or knife. Most were holstered or sheathed, thankfully, but the sheer amount of them among the populous put you on edge. The majority of the population-- who hid their weapons well enough not to be immediately spotted, but not so well as to avoid a double-take-- was caked in a sense of unease. Distrust of their fellow man. Yet... this never seemed to apply to you. Both you and Steele entered the town to a refreshing lack of fanfare, with the only real consequences of your arrival being a few surprised looks and some group chats falling silent when you pass by (only to resume as you let them be). Desperate for some distraction, you checked up on the eagle still cradled in his arms. It hadn't gone cold yet, but you hadn't seen it open its eyes since you'd first camped and met your bug. Your eyes soon strayed away from the eagle, however, to more positive news. <span class="mu-i">Much</span> more positive news. In fact... "...Buchanan, I can <span class="mu-i">hear</span> the smile on your face." One of the first things you saw upon entering town, after passing the usual throng of people and getting let through by the Militia guards, was a small rat-thing with HUGE yellow eyes... sitting, placid, next to a weary stranger in mining gear. In fact, it wasn't alone. All throughout the town was a shocking lack of interest in... neofauna! Either a shocking lack of interest... or outright tolerance. Friendship, even. Well, no. You wouldn't go that far. But not a single soul was doing something to force these neofauna out, nor get them away from any human settlement. It wasn't hard to guess why priorities might be shifted. Even as your heart soared at the sight of a town <span class="mu-i">finally</span> including neofauna in their daily operations... that thick coating of suspicion caked the entire town. In fact, you were already noticing some interested glances towards Mary's silken hoof... ... ...but it wasn't on your mind to figure out why this town was so on-edge. You had no need for an extended rest here.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 01:32:04 No. 6116867 Report Steele saved you from your thoughts, prompting you to check out the surroundings and pointing out several useful buildings among the surprisingly well-off town. "Well? Where are we spending our evening? I've got too much energy to waste sleeping away." [Choose up to two. You'll head to a hotel regardless of what's chosen, after all the visits are through with.]>The saloon seemed like a good place to unwind. It was certifiably tiny and would probably have something to drink. >The wharf on the river was surprisingly active. Why was that? It wouldn't hurt to check it out. >The opera house. Lord, you hadn't seen one of those in a while. Why not check it out? >There was marketplace that seemed to be packing up as the sun was setting. About half the stalls were empty, but it wouldn't hurt to check out the rest. >Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. Why not?
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>>6116858 >>6116859 >>6116860 >>6116865 >>6116867 >The saloon seemed like a good place to unwind. It was certifiably tiny and would probably have something to drink. We need rest. We need food. The Pokémon need food too.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 01:38:58 No. 6116872 Report Quoted By:
Fucking hell, that was 5 posts. I guess that's what happens when you write for so many hours straight.
Anyways, I was going to include the rentry link at the bottom of the choices and completely forgot to.
<span class="mu-s">Here's a link to the quest's rentry, where you can see Walter's current inventory, location, and some tidbits about the quest itself!
https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST</span> ;
I'm mentioning it now because I just went through and updated both pastebins. I tend to update the Current Affairs one with each post, but the Neofauna-pedia is a lot more sparse with updates (to fit with in-game occurrences) so I feel that an update to it is worth announcing like this. I hope you all find it useful. :)
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>>6116867 >The wharf on the river was surprisingly active. Why was that? It wouldn't hurt to check it out. Anonymous
>>6116867 >Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. Why not? Why not?
>The wharf on the river was surprisingly active. Why was that? It wouldn't hurt to check it out. We could use some more rounded knowledge on water neofauna. There’s probably some there.
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I'm surprised this trip went as smoothly as it did. That wheel and the unease in a town that already adapted to the neofauna, however, makes me think that
this town might be overrun by a cult .
>>6116867 >The wharf on the river was surprisingly active. Why was that? It wouldn't hurt to check it out. >Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. Why not? Maybe we can find expedited transportation to Sacramento at the wharf. We should hide the Sewaddle somewhere safe in case we run into thugs.
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>>6116867 >Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. Why not? D. Spenser
>>6116867 >>Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. >Why not? >>The wharf on the river was surprisingly active. Why was that? It wouldn't hurt to check it out. Anonymous
>>6116867 >Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. Why not? Wonder what waltuh’s gonna think when he sees some guy cooking up a water type.
>The saloon seemed like a good place to unwind. It was certifiably tiny and would probably have something to drink. This is purely to get the scoop on why people are so chill with all the neofauna.
In other news, I really think we should give the sewaddle to Steele to look after, since we want to keep a spot open for something that can fly. And also having two grass types with eerily similar final evolutions seems like a bit of a cop out.
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>>6117059 I agree. Excadrill and Leavanny are a very odd combo for first 2 mons, sounds like some randomizer shit. I do want 1 free slot on both so letting Steele have the Sewaddle is a better idea
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>>6116867 >The wharf on the river was surprisingly active. Why was that? It wouldn't hurt to check it out. >Chinatown wasn't a building, but Steele pointed it out anyways. It was something to do. Why not? PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 21:10:47 No. 6117362 Report >>6116877 >>6116879 >>6116904 >>6116911 >>6116955 >>6117059 >>6117212 Surprisingly overwhelming vote for chinatown and the wharf!
Now, roll 1d100 each please. Bo3 rules (the best of the first three rolls will be used against the DC).
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Rolled 45 (1d100) >>6117362 Rollin'
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Rolled 15 (1d100) >>6117362 Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 21:25:32 No. 6117372 Report Quoted By:
>>6117365 >>6117366 >>6117367 Jesus christ.
I'll make something of this.
What did I do to anger the Dice Gods that they hate this quest so much, dear god. Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 22:57:12 No. 6117403 Report The pair of you resolved to visit the wharf first, seeing as it was closest to you, taking a short walk there that was filled with small talk and brief interruptions from nearby noise. Once you'd arrived, the source of the commotion became clear. A procession of unrelated boats clogged the small section of the river, some onboarding entire families worth of people while others dropped off supplies or government troops, the area running into issues with getting certain boats through certain places and the townsfolk erupting into argument over who should go first and why. People shouted over noisy engines, coughing their sentences through clouds of smoke belching out of the multitude of idle boats as they argued over what cargo went where and when it should be loaded, which person was getting on which boat, why someone was pushing someone else this way and that and how they were ever going to get out of this "damned hellhole"... You and Steele quickly got lost in the crowd. You still had each other, but seeing anything in the throng of people beginning to overwhelm the docks was getting difficult. The bug began nestling atop your head, Florian dipping deep into your shirt pocket, with Indiana and Mary clinging to your and Steele's pant legs respectively. Enough pushing through the crowds brought you both to a quieter place. One where you could actually see the river (and even stretch your legs if you'd have liked!). "Well, now, it certainly didn't look this busy before..." You nodded agreement and kept watching the situation, a strange sense of peace coming to you as people squabbled and fought. It was funny to think that this had reminded you more of home than the Gulch ever had, but it was true. The hustle and bustle brought a familiar tension to your bones that, while not entirely appreciated, helped settle you more than any alone time in a small town had. It brought back visions of New York City's crowded streets, of contentious dinners back at the Cooperstown barn, of family gatherings on the Great Lakes where you'd found yourself in almost identical situations to this one. All that was needed to make this wharf quarrel <span class="mu-i">truly</span> authentic was Robbie throwing a tantrum or two. Mary nestled into your lap as you got lost in your thoughts. You reached behind her horns to give her some scratches and continued to reminisce... at least until Steele caught your attention by talking to some strangers. "No, sir, nuthin' to offer..." "I don't care how much yer gonna pay me, I won't be tryin' t' boat in that mess of a river!" "Do you think I'm some kinda fuckin' ferry, grandpa?" "...please keep your distance, sir."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 22:58:13 No. 6117404 Report The sentences all blended into one another as the businessman repeatedly asked around for transport. Sailors, ferrymen, and cargomen were all equally unreceptive. It was surprising to you that they'd say no given how Steele seemed to be carrying himself and describing things. The man was unnervingly competent at making things sound very grand and important without much reason. Not all of the wharf was charmed, of course-- there were many a grizzled sailor who took ire to the man's words. The way he spoke, after all, was hardly humble. He was describing the pair of you as 'two vagabonds' with 'but a meager ask', somehow managing to make out a trip to Sacramento as equivalent to crossing a short bridge, managing to convince his "audience" that the wounded eagle in his arms was worth its weight in gold and enough of a reason to take the two of you along on any type of trip, his grand rhetoric almost unifying the crowd with a single request: to take the pair of you down to Sacramento so that this 'poor bird' that was 'our ticket to living well' could find peace (and a buyer). Unfortunately for him, such a proposition quickly backfired. The moment someone noticed the material the eagle's cast had been made of, with the entire dock erupting into outrage after a sharp-eyed observer's rallying cry: <span class="mu-s">"Is that cast made of god-damned <span class="mu-i">SILK?"</span></span> Next thing you knew, a human tsunami had descended upon you. People tumbled over each other, masses of limbs stretching out and desperately reaching for the golden threads lining the poor eagle's limb, clawing and grabbing and yelling at your closest companion's strong hoof, pushing you back and forth and side to side to floor-- <><><><><>>45 You jolted awake. You were someplace else. Tied up. Unharmed, but... alone. Observing the surroundings was difficult, thanks to the newfound soreness in your limbs and bruises along your back and arms, but you felt you had no other choice than to ground yourself.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 22:59:15 No. 6117405 Report You could hear Steele's voice faintly through the side of a thin wall, covered in a large mirror and adorned with various... <span class="mu-i">oriental</span> decorations. Across from that wall lay a bed, its coverings sparse and its construction shoddy, pushed up against a wall with nothing but gaudy wallpaper to its name. Straight ahead of you was a chinawoman. A rather <span class="mu-i">angry</span> one, at that. Her already-slit eyes glared at you, her pupils nearly impossible to make out, the sheer disgust with which she regarded you somewhat unnerving. She spoke with heavy accent. "You tell me now, how, why, who." Your request for clarification was met with the unsheathing of a sharp knife, its material indiscernable, its point nearly as sharp as the teeth this woman now bore at you. She kept going on about... things that you couldn't make out. Some "yao-guai", a brief aside to hush something that sounded like a curse in some foreign language, something about trees? Those sores and bruises felt like nothing compared to this. Even with their relatively mild presence (quite the surprise given where you last remembered yourself), this kind of harpy-like shrieking was shredding your eardrums. A delayed headache soon began to dominate your thoughts, making hearing her even harder and asking proper questions nigh-impossible when all you could think of was what the hell was going on. Where was Mary-- the eagle, where-- how come... The yellow lady was offended by your silence. She kept yelling at you for a time, but you couldn't make out half of what she said. Her grey hair, tied neatly in a bun, grew far more frayed she turned her back to you and began speaking that other language again. When she returned to you, later, that evil expression hadn't left her. The last thing she was able to make out before going silent was "You not pay entry. Better pay entry now." What on earth were you going to do.>Try, very politely, to ask what she meant by "entry" and explain that you were willing to pay whatever fee was needed to be here. >Try your luck and fidget as much as you could with the restraints. These ropes were fit pretty tightly around your wrists and knees, but you could reach the knot from here. Maybe you could free yourself? >Chastise the lady's audacity, loudly, and explain that you have no idea what is going on and want to know. >Attempt to call out for support. [Specify to whom. Steele, Mary, Florian, Indiana, bug?] >Write-in.
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>>6117403 >>6117404 >>6117405 >Try, very politely, to ask what she meant by "entry" and explain that you were willing to pay whatever fee was needed to be here. We are in no position to resist here.
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>>6117405 >Try, very politely, to ask what she meant by "entry" and explain that you were willing to pay whatever fee was needed to be here. The fact that this old lady is asking us about the silk still implies that no one found out about the Sewaddle as of now. However, it's concerning that Mary is nowhere in sight.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 05 Oct 2024 23:15:56 No. 6117420 Report Quoted By:
>>6117405 >>Try your luck and fidget as much as you could with the restraints. These ropes were fit pretty tightly around your wrists and knees, but you could reach the knot from here. Maybe you could free yourself? forgot to mention that this option would require another d100 Bo3 situation. <span class="mu-s">If you vote for this, please roll.</span>
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>>6117405 I swear to god, if this Chinese lady ate our Mary, there will be hell to pay!
Besides, forget Covid, that's how you catch Pokérus! >Try, very politely, to ask what she meant by "entry" and explain that you were willing to pay whatever fee was needed to be here. >"If you mean the silk, it's just one more miracle of the neofauna... We assume. We found it unexpectedly mended thus, on the road." Don't specify that we know the source, let alone that we adopted it. Anonymous
Rolled 87 (1d100) >>6117405 >Try your luck and fidget as much as you could with the restraints. These ropes were fit pretty tightly around your wrists and knees, but you could reach the knot from here. Maybe you could free yourself? Anonymous
>>6117405 >Try, very politely, to ask what she meant by "entry" and explain that you were willing to pay whatever fee was needed to be here. Well? What is it?
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>>6117440 >>Try, very politely, to ask what she meant by "entry" and explain that you were willing to pay whatever fee was needed to be here. >>"If you mean the silk, it's just one more miracle of the neofauna... We assume. We found it unexpectedly mended thus, on the road." Anonymous
Rolled 77 (1d100) >>6117405 >Try your luck and fidget as much as you could with the restraints. These ropes were fit pretty tightly around your wrists and knees, but you could reach the knot from here. Maybe you could free yourself? >>6117494 The problem with making people roll at the same time that they vote is that if one person rolls well then anyone can vote for it and get the success
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 06 Oct 2024 19:43:24 No. 6118050 Report Quoted By:
>>6117407 >>6117419 >>6117440 >>6117531 >>6117702 We're being nice to the super pissed Chinese lady!
>>6117719 >The problem with making people roll at the same time that they vote is that if one person rolls well then anyone can vote for it and get the success True, but honestly given how shit the dice have been to this quest I don't think it's much of an issue. If anything, higher rolls encourages choosing that option because it's got a chance of faring better than the option without a roll involved.
Anyways, writing now. Should be fun.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 06 Oct 2024 21:23:58 No. 6118122 Report Quoted By:
Entry... did she mean the silk? It wouldn't hurt to ask. "If you mean th' silk, it's... a miracle of the neofauna, ah believe. We found it unexpectedly mended thus, on th' road." The woman seemed bewildered by the question. She shook her head. "No silk, no care!" She rose an eyebrow. "You not get it. We need..." Her hand shot out and stopped right before your chin, her manicured nails looking <span class="mu-i">extra</span> sharp when paired with her expression, the dim lantern on the ceiling reflecting off their edges as she made a pinch-y gesture and massaged an invisible... something? You had another idea of what "entry fee" was, but unfortunately that was wholly in Steele's wheelhouse. "...I'm afraid t' tell you that I'm rather broke, lady." The woman scoffed at you like you were a whining kid. "You injury not that bad." After a few more seconds that seemed to last for minutes, the woman became frustrated with your perceived lack of understanding and said/exclaimed "Entry fee is dollar, you understand?" Sigh. You'd figured. "Yes, madame, I haven't got any of those." Your mind drifted back to the ropes tying you here. They were pretty tough... even if you had a knife, it'd take ages to tear them apart. ...you could tell because your wrists were starting to go a bit cold. "Listen, why've you got me tied up? What've I done t' you t' deserve this?" It was hard to keep exasperation out of your voice and panic out of your thoughts. Only when both had briefly dissipated and the woman had grown truly scornful did you realize the mistake you'd just made. You tried to double back a bit, panic turning to desperation as you attempted to put your terrible negotiation skills to use. "I didn't pay an entry fee? So what? I'm willin' t' pay as long as you let me go! I've... I've got a guy, I can pay you no problem." The golden girl in front of you gave you a glare as sharp as Death's scythe. You noted her nose turning upwards ever so slightly as she began to speak, her voice exploding like a bundle of TNT. "What you do? <span class="mu-i">What you do?</span> You come to our town, you no pay entry, you bring yaoguai with you like no issue, you bring doom upon us all!" She huffed and stomped her foot like some raging bull. "Not that you kind want less than doom for us." What..? "No, no! I don't even know what a 'yaoo-guy' is, you've got things mixed up! See, you're--" --what was she? How could you explain this? What in God's name did she mean by 'you kind'? Did she mean... people with neofauna? Well, she certainly meant <span class="mu-i">something</span> related to you, given her growing expression of absolute disgust towards you. Whatever-- there was no time for this. You had higher priorities. You fidgeted in your chair a little and, after realizing it was a little futile, changed priorities. "Okay, well, I don't want doom 'pon you, right? I want t' see my friends 'n familiars n' leave this place... wherever it is."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 06 Oct 2024 21:24:59 No. 6118123 Report Quoted By:
As if on cue, some muffled voice of Steele's came from the wall again. The chinawoman looked towards the noise, then back at you with that same evil glare. You took the opportunity to elaborate. "Uh, there! That one, he's... he's one of mine. If you could please jus'..." You didn't get to finish that sentence. Your captor had already left the room, the door slamming across from you, and you began hearing commotion on the other side of the wall. Some clattering and clambering. More fidgeting followed in her absence, your place of emphasis now being on your slowly-choking wrists, a layer of panic suppressing what curiosity you had. Your wrists were starting to turn a different shade, you <span class="mu-i">really</span> needed her to just... ... ...huh. Before you had time to do much else, she returned with some... you couldn't make out the lettering on the label, but it looked like something you'd find at a doctor's shop. Some stained-glass bottle with what you presumed to be a kind of medicine inside it. Soon after the woman had entered she was joined by a man, almost her height, dragging Steele by the back of his chair into the room. He was in the same position as you with, thankfully, thinner ropes tying him to the chair. He also had a bandana over his mouth... though that seemed to be more of a recent development. Indiana was completely absent from him, as your companions had been from you. At least he seemed happy to see you... The woman spoke up. "I bring you both here to tell me! Explain <span class="mu-i">now</span>!! How you get into [some foreign words you couldn't understand] with no entry!! And no weapon... but yaoguai?!" How were you supposed to do that when even <span class="mu-i">you</span> didn't know how you'd gotten here?>Explain that you have no idea and last remember being by the wharf. You aren't sure if she'll believe you but have no other choice. >Ignore the woman entirely and instead tell Steele that she wants money. How much, you aren't sure... but it's probably no issue for Steele regardless of the amount. >Deflect. Ask about the status of your neofauna before anything else. >Try for the knot again. You seriously need your hands free and have 0 time to talk before that happens. >Bargain. Say you'll tell her if she unties your wrists from the chair. >Write-in
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 06 Oct 2024 21:27:40 No. 6118126 Report Entry... did she mean the silk? It wouldn't hurt to ask. "If you mean th' silk, it's... a miracle of the neofauna, ah believe. We found it unexpectedly mended thus, on th' road." The woman seemed bewildered by the question. She shook her head. "No silk, no care!" She rose an eyebrow. "You not get it. We need..." Her hand shot out and stopped right before your chin, her manicured nails looking <span class="mu-i">extra</span> sharp when paired with her expression, the dim lantern on the ceiling reflecting off their edges as she made a pinch-y gesture and massaged an invisible... something? You had another idea of what "entry fee" was, but unfortunately that was wholly in Steele's wheelhouse. "...I'm afraid t' tell you that I'm rather broke, lady." The woman scoffed at you like you were a whining kid. "You injury not that bad." After a few more seconds that seemed to last for minutes, the woman became frustrated with your perceived lack of understanding and exclaimed: "Entry fee is dollar, you understand?" Sigh. You'd figured. "Yes, madame, I haven't got any of those." Your mind drifted back to the ropes tying you here. They were pretty tough... even if you had a knife, it'd take ages to tear them apart. ...you could tell because your wrists were starting to go a bit cold. "Listen, why've you got me tied up? What've I done t' you t' deserve this?" It was hard to keep exasperation out of your voice and panic out of your thoughts. Only when both had briefly dissipated and the woman had grown truly scornful did you realize the mistake you'd just made. You tried to double back a bit, panic turning to desperation as you attempted to put your terrible negotiation skills to use. "I didn't pay an entry fee? So what? I'm willin' t' pay as long as you let me go! I've... I've got a guy, I can pay you no problem." The golden girl in front of you gave you a glare as sharp as Death's scythe. You noted her nose turning upwards ever so slightly as she began to speak, her voice exploding like a bundle of TNT. "What you do? <span class="mu-i">What you do?</span> You come to our town, you no pay entry, you bring yaoguai with you like no issue, you bring doom upon us all!" She huffed and stomped her foot like some raging bull. "Not that you kind want less than doom for us." What..? "No, no! I don't even know what a 'yaoo-guy' is, you've got things mixed up! See, you're--" --what was she? How could you explain this? What in God's name did she mean by 'you kind'? Did she mean... people with neofauna? Well, she certainly meant <span class="mu-i">something</span> related to you, given her growing expression of absolute disgust towards you. Whatever-- there was no time for this. You had higher priorities. You fidgeted in your chair a little and, after realizing it was a little futile, changed priorities. "Okay, well, I don't want doom 'pon you, right? I want t' see my friends 'n familiars n' leave this place." ...wherever it is.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 06 Oct 2024 21:28:41 No. 6118128 Report As if on cue, some muffled voice of Steele's came from the wall again. The chinawoman looked towards the noise, then back at you with that same evil glare. You took the opportunity to elaborate. "Uh, there! That one, he's... he's one of mine. If you could please jus'..." You didn't get to finish that sentence. Your captor had already left the room, the door slamming across from you, and you began hearing commotion on the other side of the wall. Some clattering and clambering. More fidgeting followed in her absence, your place of emphasis now being on your slowly-choking wrists, a layer of panic suppressing what curiosity you had. Your wrists were starting to turn a different shade, you <span class="mu-i">really</span> needed her to just... ... ...huh. Before you had time to do much else, she returned with some... you couldn't make out the lettering on the label, but it looked like something you'd find at a doctor's shop. Some stained-glass bottle with what you presumed to be a kind of medicine inside it. Soon after the woman had entered she was joined by a man, almost her height, dragging Steele by the back of his chair into the room. He was in the same position as you with, thankfully, thinner ropes tying him to the chair. He also had a bandana over his mouth... though that seemed to be more of a recent development. Indiana was completely absent from him, as your companions had been from you. At least he seemed happy to see you... The woman spoke up. "I bring you both here to tell me! Explain <span class="mu-i">now</span>!! How you get into [some foreign words you couldn't understand] with no entry!! And no weapon... but yaoguai?!" How were you supposed to do that when even <span class="mu-i">you</span> didn't know how you'd gotten here?>Explain that you have no idea and last remember being by the wharf. You aren't sure if she'll believe you but have no other choice. >Ignore the woman entirely and instead tell Steele that she wants money. How much, you aren't sure... but it's probably no issue for Steele regardless of the amount. >Deflect. Ask about the status of your neofauna before anything else. >Try for the knot again. You seriously need your hands free and have 0 time to talk before that happens. >Bargain. Say you'll tell her if she unties your wrists from the chair. >Write-in
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>>6118126 >>6118128 >>6118128 >Ignore the woman entirely and instead tell Steele that she wants money. How much, you aren't sure... but it's probably no issue for Steele regardless of the amount. He's gonna have to take one for the team.
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>>6118128 >Try for the knot again. You seriously need your hands free and have 0 time to talk before that happens. Anonymous
>>6118128 >Explain that you have no idea and last remember being by the wharf. You aren't sure if she'll believe you but have no other choice. >These “yaoguai” are likely neofauna if she says you brought them in with you. Ask her if there’s a yaoguai that’s been causing her particular trouble. Offer to hunt it down since it’s possible it caused your own predicament. Might be running into that psychic-type neofauna people were hoping to. I also suspect the entry fee isn’t the real problem, it’s that we got in somewhere without her people stopping us.
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>>6118126 >What in God's name did she mean by 'you kind'? Did she mean... people with neofauna? Well, she certainly meant something related to you, given her growing expression of absolute disgust towards you. Well, The Chinese Exclusion Act passed two years ago, so... I think she might not mean Pokemon trainers, Waltuh.
>>6118128 >Write-in "I don't know what a yoaoo-guy is for sure, but if you mean my lightning sheep--bzzzap, baaah, you know-- and the other two like it, I befriended them. I can explain how it's done, if you need me to, but not while I'm tied up, and not without them to help demonstrate."
"As for you being from China, I mean no ill to you nor your countrymen. I didn't even vote for Arthur! I was too young."
I think that's true? How old is Walter? Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 07 Oct 2024 13:38:30 No. 6118569 Report >>6117898 I'm linking this here for quest viewers because the situation is getting much worse much quicker
I'll do my best to keep pace with updates but I can promise nothing because we seem to be in the worst possible place for this storm and every fucking family member I have is refusing to evacuate
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>>6118569 Don’t bother, QM.
It’s been a fantastic quest and we’ll be waiting patiently for your return. But you need to focus on surviving right now. This quest shouldn’t be anywhere on your list of priorities until your life is back to normal. For now, just get as far away as you can.
Do you know of any good sites to donate to for storm relief? If so, link them here.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 07 Oct 2024 15:26:42 No. 6118617 Report >>6118569 >Do you know of any good sites to donate to for storm relief? I linked a list earlier in the thread, I think:
https://www.bpr.org/bpr-news/2024-09-28/list-ways-to-donate-and-help-flood-victims-in-western-north-carolina-after-hurricane-helene This one's for Helene, but a fair amount of the organizations listed might still apply to Milton (especially the air support at the very top of the article). Replace all of the local Carolinan governments with <span class="mu-s">any place in Tampa, St Petersburg, or surrounding areas</span> because<span class="mu-s">those places are going to need it the most.</span>
It's too early to be certain of which organizations are going to help clean things up seeing as Milton hasn't even made landfall yet, but given the state of the hurricane I have no doubts that these areas (<span class="mu-s">Tampa, Sarasota, St. Petersburg, etc</span>) are going to need as much help as possible as soon as possible. Even if the hurricane weakens before landfall, there's no way it's hitting as anything less than a Cat 3 at this point... and that's after Helene already made things incredibly loose and wet.
>you need to focus on surviving right now. This quest shouldn’t be anywhere on your list of priorities until your life is back to normal. For now, just get as far away as you can. Don't worry, this is absolutely the priority right now. It's why I linked that post and why I'm writing this message. I'm just not certain of anything right now so if things get unexpectedly better I might be able to keep posting.
...fat chance, but I MIGHT so I may as well consider the possibility. Anonymous
>>6118569 >>6118617 Like the other anon expressed, this has been an amazing quest and we have no problem waiting for you to return. Please get yourself and your family in a safe place. I'll try to pray for you tonight. Thank you, QM.
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>>6118569 >>6118617 Take care, QM... We'll be here when you you're safe and sound, and ready to resume.
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>>6118569 >>6118617 I share my opinion on the quest with the previous commenters. Don't think any of us will depart before we see the end of Waltur's misadventures.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 08 Oct 2024 03:12:02 No. 6118914 Report >>6118640 >>6118645 >>6118662 >>6118798 thank you all. Seems i've got no choice now. I'll see you on the other side and likely be back with the quest on Thursday, Fridayish. Hopefully earlier.
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>>6118914 Godspeed, QM. Here’s to hoping this one passes you by.
Anonymous
Still alive, qm? Just checking in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 11 Oct 2024 00:49:52 No. 6120448 Report >>6120340 hey, i've survived
I was going to make my brave announcement of surviving Milton tomorrow when I was free but I don't want to worry anyone
right now I'm making sure a family member does not have a lethal disease. I'll be back with an update as soon as life allows. Hopefully that will be tomorrow.
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>>6120448 Please take care QM. You don't have to force out another update if there's more important stuff going on.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 11 Oct 2024 01:14:52 No. 6120467 Report >>6120464 It won't be forced. I've been itching to update since I stopped, I truly want to write. I just don't have the time.
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>>6120467 Makes sense. Welcome back, and I'm glad you're well.
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>>6120448 Ayyyy he’s alive!
Good luck to your family member as well, glad to hear you made it out okay.
Now you can say that you’ve survived the worst tornado outbreak in American history.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 11 Oct 2024 22:57:14 No. 6120971 Report Quoted By:
Alright, good news! Everything's in the clear! :)
With that said...
>>6118136 >>6118309 >>6118195 >>6118682 We've got a tie on our hands!
However, I have an idea for combining these two votes!
I'll see if I can make it work and get to writing right away. I'm glad to FINALLY be in the clear to start posting daily again and really hope nothing happens to change that lol, i've missed writing so badly.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 11 Oct 2024 23:09:25 No. 6120980 Report >>6120680 Thanks ayynon, I think your luck might've helped lol.
And man, I wish I could claim something like that, but i don't think Milton's outbreaks are even in the top 10 of this year alone. Definitely top 5 of all time in Florida though, holy shit.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:04:14 No. 6121015 Report Well... you did have <span class="mu-i">one</span> idea. A convoluted one, for sure, but you figured it was better than letting your wrists suffocate to death. "Now, lady, I'll assure you... ah haven't a clue what this yow-guy is. Ah already said it before, an' ah really do mean it. Ah mean no harm." Good, you had the woman's attention. She was... no less mad at you, but she was listening. You motioned to Steele, hoping he picked up on your foot swinging lightly at him and then at your chair, and continued talking to the lady without breaking contact. "And, uh... as for... as for your <span class="mu-i">entry fee</span>..." A glance back at Steele. You made the same motion that the chinawoman had made earlier as best you could with your shoes, trying to draw it into the ground when Steele misunderstood, glancing back and forth between your feet and Steele and the woman-- --now holding your bug in her hands, shaking it. Her patience was thinner than you'd expected. "Yaoguai!! Three more!!" Florian tumbled to the ground. He'd been hiding in the bug's collar. You flung yourself forward to try and catch him, forgetting your restraints... and hitting the ground chin-first with a THUD. The man keeping Steele in place had a hard time suppressing a chuckle. The woman, whom you were now beginning to think was his wife, repeated herself. "How you get here." ... You sighed. "...I... I don' know, lady. I was visitin' the wharf with... with my <span class="mu-i">ya-oo guy</span>," you strained yourself to pronounce the foreign word correctly, "and Steele over there... w-we were just lookin' for a place t' spend the evenin'. The townsfolk saw some... some silk that bug'd spun," you motioned upwards to the bug now floating above your head, in the woman's clutches, "an' went nuts. Next thing ah knew... ah was here." More silence followed. Eventually, it was broken by the woman. Her choice of reply was... curious. "...and no yaoguai brought you here? Unleashed you to..." ...she interjected another foreign word before crouching down to your level, placing your bug on the floor beside her, and making an angry face with her hands and expression... "...us?" You tried your best to shake your head without collecting an entire forest's worth of splinters. The small scratch you got as trade-off was more than welcome, to that end. "I don' like lyin', madame." <span class="mu-i">Finally,</span> the woman seemed to relent a little. She said some sentence you couldn't understand to the man, possibly named Zhong if you were making out that sentence structure correctly, who came over and pulled you off the floor. He subsequently loosened your wrist-ties-- but only enough so that they weren't choking. By the time he'd come to help they were already turning blue, so you figured it was more to avoid liability than to help you.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:05:14 No. 6121016 Report His wife continued speaking. "I believe you for now... and you no dangerous to us. I do not like you," she glared at nothing in particular and began pacing back and forth while lecturing you, "I do not trust you, you do to much damage to us... you friendly with yaoguai and with..." ...you began tuning her out. Nevertheless, the loosening of those ties gave you enough room to properly motion to Steele. You mimicked the woman's previous "money" gesture properly and he immediately understood, beginning to protest through his bandana... "...destroy new ching, what we do? Cannot even start good business here..." Your priorities drifted to Florian next. He'd hobbled over to your right ankle, seemingly distressed, making plenty of squeaks and giving the oriental couple what could only be described as "infantile death stares". The kind of grimace you would find on a child told that he can't have candy before dinner. You found it hard not to appreciate the motion... even if your heart remained distracted. "...guilao still has not paid, what..." Mary. The woman had seen her. And you <span class="mu-i">knew</span> how the Chinese treated animals with meat on them. You'd heard the tales. Where was she? "YOU!!" The shout made you jolt. You'd almost forgotten how loud she could get when she'd begun rambling. "Yes?" "You no even paying attention?? Entry, where? Now!!" "Why, madame, there's no need to cause such a fuss!" Steele interjected. The woman spun towards your companion, her sharp gaze now fixated on the stocky man. "I have your entry fee right here!" In his <span class="mu-i">freed</span> hands lay a stack of about... "...fifty dollars?? Steele, how can ya even--" The woman snatched the stack from him in an instant and squealed almost as loudly as Florian could. Her husband seemed to wince at the sound. "FIFTY DOLLAR!!" She slapped Steele on the back and gave him an unnervingly large grin. "Ah, I cannot begin-- you are very grateful!!" The r's were oddly loose... The woman ran out of the room. Her husband gave the pair of you apologetic glances... and ran after her. ...your hands remained tied. "...Steele, could ya do me a solid?" -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:06:15 No. 6121017 Report The pair of you couldn't get out of here. To your great dismay, the crazy couple had locked the doors and seemingly thrown away the key. Even with your freed wrists, even with all your attempts to lockpick, this place was sealed shut. You were at the mercy of the Chinese couple and becoming increasingly fraught with concern for the rest of your party. Your newest companion, the bug, had been noticeably unwell since the woman had left you behind. It wasn't moving much and seemed deathly under the weather. Florian fared somewhat better-- he seemed as well as he'd been before falling to the ground save for slightly dented in the bud-- and spent most of his time once again residing in your shirt pocket with his nutberry or trying to comfort the bug (to no avail). Mary and Indiana remained missing. "Steele... you've really got no clue?" "Not one. I haven't seen either of them since we were tied up here." ... There was some commotion in the room he'd come from. The couple were probably preparing something. "And you... you lost both 'f 'm but you didn't lose... all that money?" The businessman chuckled. "If I told you how I managed that, I'd be broke in a day, son." He cleared his throat. "As of now, I'll just be broke in a week." The pair of you laughed. "...y-you're jokin', right, Steele?" He gave you a toothy smile. "Ah, why, of course! I won't be bankrupt, Buchanan! I will just have... exhausted my camping funds!" Haha. That... didn't bring you any comfort whatsoever. "Shoot, we've got to hurry to Sacramento then. Really soon. As... as soon as we get out of here..." You stamped the floor and tried to contain yourself. All this was starting to get to you. What, you were just supposed to <span class="mu-i">tolerate</span> being trampled for trying to help an animal? Tied up for ending up someplace you couldn't even remember entering? And you were supposed to rely on this mysterious businessman from all the way across the country, the guy who just <span class="mu-i">showed up</span> on that train, alone, to some nowhere town, with nothing but smiles on his face, to bail you out of every situation? To talk you out of the hard diplomacy, to pay your way out of any money or supply issues? The door behind you swung open. You and Steele immediately stopped trying to fidget with the ironclad exit and instead turned to face-- "Yuan will be here in moment."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:07:18 No. 6121019 Report The man had brought a chair. He sat it down next to the doorway and invited you two to do the same on the chairs you'd both been held captive in. He hesitated for a moment, his glance drifting to your feet and the neofauna residing upon them, eventually giving up on whatever he was going to offer after that and just speaking instead. "We thank you both for generosity. No harm is very appreciate." He struggled to form his next sentence. The wrinkles on his face highlighted both his unfamiliarity with the language and the sheer disparity between him and his smooth-skinned wife. "I... we are face problem, you see? Yaoguai, guailou, all... terrorize, you see..." ...he cleared his throat... "...you, guailou with yaoguai, appear. Yaoguai try to fight, yes? A-and... and you on our doorstep, we... well, you are guailou..." 'Yuan' threw open the door. You hardly noticed her-- you were more fixated on the <span class="mu-i">bizarre</span>ly-shaped key dangling from her palm. "Zhong!" Another foreign word shut the man up. She finished what he was trying to say. "I have idea. You stay with us, you help run shop as payment for you kind, you--" Before she could finish her sentence the pair of you were already violently shaking your heads. There was no way you were going to do this. Not when you needed to be in Sacramento sooner rather than later, not when you were apparently surrounded by people with something against you. "Okay, then, get out. Never return. No yaoguai, no entry, no anything. If you go <span class="mu-i">near</span>," another foreign word accompanied by the woman's nigh signature glare, "there be no you." A sharp line crossed the woman's throat, highlighted by her finger's ever-sharpening nail. To top off her rant, she <span class="mu-i">kicked</span> your bug while it was down, turning to leave soon after...>...you weren't going to let her get away with that. [Write-in a response to her kicking the bug.] >Just pick up the bug, nod, and wait for her to let you leave. You need to find Mary and get to bed. You can't go starting fights with strange ladies now. >Pick up the bug and prompt it to try and spray silk in her face, then grab the key and get out. Payback and a free exit seems fair for all that these two have put you through. >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. >Write-in
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>>6121019 >>Pick up the bug and prompt it to try and spray silk in her face, then grab the key and get out. Payback and a free exit seems fair for all that these two have put you through. Anonymous
>>6121019 >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. They are dead if they chopped her up into lamb stew.
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>>6121019 >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. Mary is the mission. Indiana too, I guess.
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>>6121019 >Pick up Florian and see if you can get him to use the same spores he used on the mole when he saved you. Zhang mentioned Yaoguai tried to fight. Our neofauna tried to protect us while we were “out” or whatever. They’ll know what happened to Mary after they found us, and I’m inclined to get that answer out of them.
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>>6121019 >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. Anonymous
>>6121019 >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. Get the party together and fuck off outta here. Ungrateful chinks deserve whatever's coming to them
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>>6121053 Ooo, even better than the silk-spray! But I want info on Mary first, so I can't back you right now.
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>>6121019 >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. Anonymous
>>6121015 >>6121016 >>6121017 >>6121019 >Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. Like, for instance, our impending lack of money. Can Steele withdraw some funds from a bank in Sacramento, or have such widely present banks not been established yet?
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>>6120980 Wikipedia (yeah, I know…) says state NWS districts reported a total of 84 separate tornado warnings.
I’ve seen a hell of a lot of tornadoes, but nothing like that. Your grandkids are gonna ask you what it was like to live through this someday.
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>>6121019 >>Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. I personally move to find her alone and then kill her later. Kicking an animal while they're down is literally pure evil.
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>>6121482 I like to think that Waltur does not literally murder someone for these kinds of insults.
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>>6121501 Agreed. we're a bleeding heart for animals, but that's a bit extreme methinks.
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This woman probably has no clue how bad Mary would blast her if she tried kicking our little thunder sheep. Kicking our big just got her on the shitlist, and I personally don't take quite nicely to the idea of this woman trying to tie us into debt and servitude. I think we should blow the whole damn shop up and tell her that's what it costs to kick our big buddy.
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>>6121019 >>Try very hard to ignore the slight and ask where Mary is, despite everything. There were higher priorities than revenge to be worried about. >>6121820 Also
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 13 Oct 2024 01:24:44 No. 6121859 Report Quoted By:
>>6121050 >>6121051 >>6121086 >>6121151 >>6121177 >>6121260 >>6121482 >>6121822 Alright, we're ignoring the lady (for now)! Mary's more important, anyways.
Entry might be out later than normal because someone decided to spill credible, extensive beta info on some DS Pokémon entries and I am admittedly fascinated. Nevertheless, know that an entry WILL be posted today!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 13 Oct 2024 05:11:39 No. 6122024 Report The kick sounded like a sledgehammer to the gut, to you. It forced your body to wince and your heart to hurt. The bug's quiet squeak overpowered whatever 'Yuan' was saying as she began walking away, the sound echoing in your brain, the bug curling up and trying to shuffle over to you once it'd gotten back on its feet, catching your attention, making you force yourself to look up (and away from the poor thing) to blurt out-- "Wait! I-- I need to know! Where's... my sheep?" This woman didn't need to know her name. Yuan gave you a suspicious look. Then something clicked, and her expression lightened again. "I no idea. Chased away long ago." And with that, she turned to leave once more, motioning for her husband to follow her. Before he did, however, the man hobbled over to Steele and handed him the strange key. His hand was shaky, as if he wasn't supposed to be doing something he'd been explicitly given permission to do... and within a moment, he was gone. Once the couple had left, you immediately bent down and began trying to spot where the bug hurt most. The place it was kicked was most obvious-- you wasted no time in pulling out some gauze to wrap it with, finding yourself stroking the thing's cheek like it was a child as you did so, Florian coming over to assist you with the bandages (by pulling them where they needed to be with his mouth) while Steele headed over to the door. Not long after, you heard a... <span class="mu-i">*click*</span> A cacophony spilled into the room, accompanying the incoming moonlight, Steele's exclamation getting lost in a sea of shouting-- shouting in a language that you had... no hope of making out. A pit formed in your stomach. You scooped up Florian, stuffing him back in your shirt pocket (how'd you not notice him getting out, anyhow?), hugging the bug, adjusting the haversack and... why did Buchanan get to keep your trunk again? Did they think it was his? Oh well, at least it was safe. "Buchanan... we need to leave, now." Steele clarified no further, practically <span class="mu-i">pushing</span> you out the door. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 13 Oct 2024 05:13:03 No. 6122025 Report Stepping out into these streets felt like stepping across the world. Oriental lanterns hung on every corner. Buildings were <span class="mu-i">built</span> differently. Red and gold and green followed everywhere you went, with all the people out on the street being a distinct shade of yellow that you'd only glanced upon in cartoon strips. They were also... noticeably infuriated. At you. None of them made any moves, thankfully. But as you and Steele quietly headed towards the beacon of normalcy to your east, with the shaky stone tiles of this narrow oriental alley leading you towards the much wider city streets... you could feel eyes staring daggers into your back. One younger man shouted something incomprehensible at you. He glared daggers into you and didn't break eye contact as you moved forward. Another stranger strayed away from you on the street, clutching her daughter like she was about to lose her, whispering things and pretending you weren't there. None of them were even glancing at your bug. "...I wonder what we've done t' deserve this kinda treatment." You muttered under your breath, not expecting a reply. Steele, however, was all too happy to supplement in the absence of one. "Worry not, Buchanan. They're all like this, I can assure you. Rude and greedy... look over there." He twisted your head towards a stall where an older man was bartering with another mother and child. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but their gestures made what was going on rather clear. The mother and the shopkeeper kept arguing, bartering for something... and, eventually, the shopkeeper came away with two dollar bills while the mother walked away with some large fruit that was supposedly sold for one. "Dishonest in business as they are in everything else." Steele shook your shoulder as if to affirm the fact, then tipped his hat and dipped his head a little. "Best we keep out of sight and pretend we aren't here before they get bored." You took his word as fact. The two of you managed to avoid this supposed inevitable hassling all the way to the exit, managing to reach Red Bluff's streets without... issue...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 13 Oct 2024 05:14:04 No. 6122027 Report ...the commotion over the eagle had yet to end. The wharf was barely visible. The entire town was practically empty outside of it, with people flocking to the wharf to throw stones and pile over each other, the eagle a complete nonentity but its silken cast still a prize so cherished that you could see it pop out of the human dust cloud every now and then. The streets were completely covered in dirt. A trail of it led out of the village and briefly into chinatown-- that was the one with bloodied clothing-- while various messes of debris surrounded the wharf, the shops, and the riverbed. The stars shone brightly down upon it all, seemingly pleased at the state of things... ...unable to highlight any sheep or mole in sight. Best get looking, then.>Follow the bloodied trail of clothing back out of town. You've already been this way, so maybe Mary thinks you'll be there too? Indiana might like the dirt... >Head to the nearest inn and look out for Mary on the way. You can make a stop to drop off your trunk and check in before you go look for her properly so that you can get back and rest right away when you've found her. >Search around town for Mary with no specific place in mind. You'll find her eventually as long as you keep looking, right? >Call out a command she knows by heart. Walk around, keep doing it. If she replies, you'll know where she is! >Have Florian go look for her. You don't know if he knows anything about how to do this-- if he has scent receptors, if he can identify Mary in other ways... but he's been around her before, so maybe he'll know? >Prioritize looking for Indiana before Mary. Steele needs protection, too, even more than you do, so his partner should take priority. [Combine with one of the first three options to prioritize where you look for him.] >Write-in.
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>>6122027 >Have Florian go look for her. You don't know if he knows anything about how to do this-- if he has scent receptors, if he can identify Mary in other ways... but he's been around her before, so maybe he'll know? >Also do this for Indiana as well. Anonymous
>>6122024 >>6122025 >>6122027 >Have Florian go look for her. You don't know if he knows anything about how to do this-- if he has scent receptors, if he can identify Mary in other ways... but he's been around her before, so maybe he'll know? I believe Mary has found Indiana already, considering she can also track by smell. Let's get our hound dog (Florian) sniffing on that dirt trail first, though.
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>>6122025 >>6122024 >Before he did, however, the man hobbled over to Steele and handed him the strange key. His hand was shaky, as if he wasn't supposed to be doing something he'd been explicitly given permission to do... and within a moment, he was gone. Jesus, how is this guy being so brtally terrorized by his wife in an era when it was acceptable to slap her around? Who IS Yuan, a mob queenpin?
>>6122033 >>6122111 >>6122133 +1
Also, my theory that the local Chinese are angry about the CEA seems to have some weight.
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>>6122258 You know that specific kind of women that are just absolute authoritarian and dictator-like pieces of shit? We got us one of those here. She married a weak man so she could boss him around.
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>>6122027 >Head to the nearest inn and look out for Mary on the way. You can make a stop to drop off your trunk and check in before you go look for her properly so that you can get back and rest right away when you've found her. After we drop off our stuff, can we do another strategy?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 13 Oct 2024 21:58:14 No. 6122463 Report >>6122280 confirming
>>6122400 sure, I don't know why I made that an entirely separate option without caveats. Maybe I shouldn't write these at 1am lol.
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>>6122280 >>6122463 Poor bastard. In light of the newest Nintendo leaks, perhaps he should just marry a Pokemon instead. That Froslass never would have done that shit to HER husband.
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>>6122531 >leaks all but confirm that Pokemon rape people and vice-versa >sometime in the future, there will be Hypno rapists rapists using Hypnos and people who rape Hypnos Just like my Japanese doujins.
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>>6122546 People always citing male Hypno as the fat bastard of poke-doujins... nobody talking about female Hypnos and extremely horny and willing kids in their teens... How disappointing
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>>6122033 >>6122111 >>6122133 >>6122258 Alright, well, now that my eyes have sufficiently bled enough from some of those awful beta designs and <span class="mu-i">all the interspecies rape,</span> I'll close the vote on this and have Florian go looking for Mary and Indiana.
God, yokai stories were fucked up.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 14 Oct 2024 03:08:10 No. 6122685 Report On second thought... You knelt down to the ground and plucked Florian from your shirt pocket, trying to be gentle as you pulled him by the bud and let him onto the ground. "Buchanan?" You shushed Steele quiet and turned your attention to your tiny friend. "Florian... I dunno if you know that name yet, but ah've got a task for you." Shockingly, your tiny friend looked quite attentive. He seemed to straighten somewhat and gave you a sparkly expression. "Mary-- the sheepy one, about yay high--" you found yourself mimicking her height with her hands-- "she ain't with us, right? A-an' I don't know where she is. Please, can you..." ...you thought it over for a minute, then made a little walking motion with your hand. "Can you try t' find her?" The minute or so it took this tiny guy to process that was one spent with naught but wild speculation invading your thoughts. A shocking joy overrode them soon after, as Florian seemed to <span class="mu-i">nod</span> and promptly dashed off in... <span class="mu-i">a</span> direction. Towards the outskirts, you figured. "Well, I'll be. What made you think to do that, Buchanan?" Steele murmured. "Oh, well, i-it was jus' some basic deduction, ah guess. He's seen her, I've seen her, but I don' know where she is. I don' know much 'bout him, either... maybe he's got some way t' track her that ah don't?" "...that's some fine logic, boy. I don't think I can argue with that. You've got a good brain on your shoulders. One that's working better than mine is right now." Steele's hearty chuckle was genuine, so surely what he was saying had to be too. You laughed along with him, if only out of exhaustion. As Florian disappeared into the blue horizon, your gaze drifted over to the endless fighting over that one silk cast. That single damn cast. A remnant of the old world, you figured. Silk was still desirable. Rare, expensive, smooth to the touch. Once more of your bug's kind roamed the world... it was hard to imagine now, but you figured that even peasants would be wearing silk clothing by then. ...and with enough neofauna like Florian, maybe they'd be eating well, too. Your battered heart swelled a bit at the thought. A future where not even the poorest of people had to go hungry thanks to these creatures... it was a real possibility now, wasn't it? You felt you had to do everything in your power to make it so. Spreading the nutberries around like this was just one step towards that. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 14 Oct 2024 03:09:11 No. 6122688 Report The amount of time Florian was taking to return was unnerving. Or, at least, it seemed that way until you remembered his size. It'd taken him enough time to get out of here in the first place; of course he was going to take his time on the way back. You'd been enjoying yourself in the meantime, anyways. You and Steele had wandered into a nearby nook and spent the night chatting away, both of you too awake to sleep yet too tired to go on a walk or do much else. Your little bug had gone around and put a bunch of patches all over your bruised arms, nudging you with affection along the way and cradling itself in your lap, reminding you distantly of Mary as it now slept upon your thighs with nothing but the occasional chitter leaving its mouth. "Hah, if only I could sleep like him right now." Steele chuckled. "I can't even doze off like this." He grumbled and folded his arms, sliding further down the wooden wall he'd been sitting against. "It's hardly been a day or two yet I already find myself attached. I don't understand how you do it, Buchanan." He paused, seemingly recollecting something, then started again with a slight edge to his tone. "I do not envy you." What could he mean by that? You wanted to ask... but noticed his unease. Best to leave it alone, maybe? ...there was something more interesting brewing outside, anyways. The moon was all the way up in the sky, full and bright, practically spotlighting... something. A wayward man? His details were hard to make out. You could see some kind of heavy coat surrounding the man and what looked to be some kind of cigar hanging out of his mouth. His hair's silhouette was scruffy, not too sharp... You jolted. The bug squirmed in your lap, readjusting itself. The figure had yelled something to the dwindling crowd of silk-fighters. It... <span class="mu-i">sounded</span> vaguely like 'halt', but it was hard to make out from here. He didn't say much more after that, instead approaching a man on the outskirts and showing some kind of badge... Another figure seemed to slip out from nowhere. A smaller one that looked vaguely like the first. It started snooping around, seemingly... inspecting people. Odd...>Ignore the commotion and keep talking with Steele. Florian's sure to return eventually, and you need to pass the time. Whatever the silk-fighters are doing is none of your business. >Intervene. This looks suspiciously like a pickpocketing operation. You're not sure about it-- you've only seen a few of those, all in New York City, and badges were certainly never involved-- but you have a hunch. >Go looking for Florian. The outskirts don't look the safest at this time of night, but what if something happened to him? >Write-in.
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Rolled 1 (1d2) >>6122688 I'm gonna flip for it
>1 intervene >2 go looking Anonymous
>>6122688 >>Intervene. This looks suspiciously like a pickpocketing operation. You're not sure about it-- you've only seen a few of those, all in New York City, and badges were certainly never involved-- but you have a hunch. Anonymous
>Intervene ... with what Pokemon?
>>6122688 >Go looking for Florian. The outskirts don't look the safest at this time of night, but what if something happened to him? Anonymous
>>6122685 >>6122688 >Go looking for Florian. The outskirts don't look the safest at this time of night, but what if something happened to him? We gotta find our mon before we can do anything about this. We'll be back later.
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>>6122688 >Go looking for Florian. The outskirts don't look the safest at this time of night, but what if something happened to him? Anonymous
>>6122688 >Go looking for Florian. The outskirts don't look the safest at this time of night, but what if something happened to him? Human vs human drama isn't our problem or our forte.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 15 Oct 2024 02:05:23 No. 6123312 Report >>6122864 >>6122893 >>6122916 >>6122987 Intervening wins 2:1!
>Human vs human drama isn't our problem or our forte. Maybe if you people stopped getting really rare encounter rolls you'd be able to say this more often. Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 15 Oct 2024 03:59:28 No. 6123381 Report Odd, yet unimportant. You had higher priorities to attend to. You gently pet the bug in your lap and slowly moved him up onto your shoulder, the little insect grabbing hold with feelers strong enough to attach but not sharp enough to sting, before turning to Steele. "Feels like it's been over 'n hour. I'm goin'a go look for Florian. Are you comin' with?" Steele got to his feet and grinned. It was a mellower grin than his last, but a Steele grin nonetheless. "You aren't the only one looking for a lost friend. Of course I'll come with." He shook your hand fiercely, sparing his free arm to adjust the position of your trunk on his back, before taking the lead and heading out of town. ----- The two of you began by skimming the outskirts. Back and forth between the dirt path, the surrounding bushes, the odd tangent by the river. Nothing. Then, you moved further and further away. Bit by bit you inched away from Red Bluff, the moon climbing ever-higher into the sky, peaking for a moment before beginning its descent. Nothing. It got to a point where you began to chill. You found yourself shaking for no clear reason, your eyesight beginning to blur as your body began to remember how tired it was. Thomas J. Steele seemed almost unfazed by this, somehow. His eyes looked no baggier than usual, his posture as jolly as ever and his demeanor almost as joyous... "Buchanan, you have to come see this." You blindly followed his words, crouching down beside him as the two of you... stared at the bottom of a bush. "Doesn't this look familiar?" Steele scrounged around for something before pulling up... a leaf? It looked like the leaf of a brussel sprout. ...wait, no... You blinked yourself awake. As soon as you recognized it, you thrust yourself into the bush ahead of you and began looking. You didn't have to search for long. Out in this grassy plain, riddled with dead grass and bloodied attire, the moon shone down upon your small grassy friend, his bud wilting, his body covered in burns... ...and facing a floating tree stump with vigor. Your bug friend shouted a sharp trill of fear-- one that Florian seemed to completely ignore. He was completely invested in the fight-- so much so that he hadn't even noticed your approach. And the stump... You couldn't bear to look at it any longer. Whatever he was facing... it was sinister. Something about it wasn't <span class="mu-i">right</span>.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 15 Oct 2024 04:00:29 No. 6123382 Report Your chills worsened. You shied away from the scene, briefly retreating behind the bush and returning to Steele, the businessman questioning your state and exclaiming in hushed whispers his shock at what you'd seen... You struggled to formulate a thought. You kept yourself hidden behind the bush for now... but that stump was still floating there. And you could see it approaching Florian.>That wouldn't do! Jump into the fray. Position yourself in front of Florian, despite whatever that stump might do, and try to keep him from getting any more hurt. >Pick Florian up and RUN. RUN RUN RUN. You don't know what that thing is, you don't know what it'll do, and you're here to find Mary, god damn it, not lose another friend. >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 15 Oct 2024 04:05:40 No. 6123384 Report >>6123378 sorry lol, today's been real shitty. Got distracted. Will be quicker tomorrow I think, I've got a lot more of my day free.
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>>6123384 Anon meant that there were 4 votes to go looking for Florian, and 2 to Intervene. You got it backwards.
>>6122731 Intervene>>6122847 Intervene>>6122864 mentions intervention in context of why they voted to Look for Florian>>6122893 Florian>>6122916 Florian>>6122987 Florian Anonymous
>>6123382 >Pick Florian up and RUN. RUN RUN RUN. You don't know what that thing is, you don't know what it'll do, and you're here to find Mary, god damn it, not lose another friend. Anonymous
>>6123382 Oh shit, Phantump after all! >Pick Florian up and RUN. RUN RUN RUN. You don't know what that thing is, you don't know what it'll do, and you're here to find Mary, god damn it, not lose another friend. Also, sorry to hear about your shitty day, QM. May tomorrow be a better and a brighter one.
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>>6123381 >>6123382 >Pick Florian up and RUN. RUN RUN RUN. You don't know what that thing is, you don't know what it'll do, and you're here to find Mary, god damn it, not lose another friend. We need our little sprout alive.
>>6123384 Hope you make the best of tomorrow.
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I swear to God if any of these chink laundry jockey motherfuckers hurt Mary I'm going to make Nanking look like a fucking joke. She had BETTER BE FUCKING SAFE.
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>>6123479 I don't think that is the case. I appreciate the 1880's Californian spirit, but I think the Chinese know not to mess with Pokémon if the way they speak of them is anything to go off of.
Sure, the devil lady kicked our bug, but I feel that this is moreso an expression of powerlessness in the face of stronger mon who can defend themselves (like Mary and maybe Indiana).
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>>6123395 ah jeez, I only just realized that I wrote intervening instead of looking for Florian into the writing post lol. At least I wrote the entry correctly. Thanks for catching that, though.
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>>6123479 Nanking hasn’t happened yet anon.
It’ll probably be even worse when the Japanese manage to tame Pokémon…
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 16 Oct 2024 00:42:41 No. 6123850 Report hey, I got no sleep today and can't write for shit. Have drafted up the next thing thrice and am unable to write anything satisfactory. Will leave the vote open until tomorrow and write an entry then. Sorry anons
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>>6123850 Happens to the best of us. Have a good night, QM.
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>>6123850 Rest well! You've been through a lot lately.
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>>6123479 I sincerely believe it's just this singular turbo bitch that would kick anything weaker than her, even our bug (puppy). That said, she basically held us ransom and extorted us. I saw we never see her again and if she presses her luck, we make sure she knows what happens when a lightning bolt slams into her wooden shop or whatever rat hole she calls a home (after making sure her husband is out of range and somewhere safe)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 17 Oct 2024 00:38:28 No. 6124365 Report Quoted By:
>>6123399 >>6123401 >>6123439 Alright, I got a good night's sleep today and there aren't any new votes, so we're running!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 17 Oct 2024 02:33:05 No. 6124426 Report There was no way you were letting that thing near him. A massive jolt forced its way through your body, forcing yourself to act, saulting you over the bush like you weighed nothing and immediately cupping your hands around Florian. Your eyes never left the strange creature, the floating stump supported only by shadows never moving from your gaze, your hands scooping Florian back into your shirt pocket as... you... ...you.... ...you couldn't take your eyes off it. Your entire body froze as you heard a loud <span class="mu-i">CREAK</span>. You could feel the blood drain from your face as you kept watching. The stump continued to float, briefly prompting you to question its intentions. Maybe it was harmless! You were overreacting, clearly, and just needed some sleep. Maybe your head hadn't fully healed and you were seeing things. Maybe if you reached out... <span class="mu-i">CREEAAK</span> Your hand stopped dead in its tracks as the stump turned... to face you. Flaming red eyes pierced through you like a spear, the creak of the creature's pivot echoing in your head as you kept looking at the eyes, the big red eyes, the flaming wispy eyes that wouldn't leave your mind and kept dancing around your head as if it were a show floor-- You scrambled onto your feet, never having realized that you'd fallen in the first place, turning tail and RUNNING like your life depended on it. For all you knew, it really did-- you couldn't breathe, after all, though you were trying, with your entire body possessed by an incurable need to RUN as the stump kept-- You threw your hands onto your ears as the stump began screaming. Its voice was harsh and shrill, not unlike a tantruming child's-- it was unbearable, the noise, it was all you could hear-- A loud THUNK shut the thing up. "Buchanan, for God's sake!!" Steele ran to your side, grabbing his top hat with both his hands like it was about to fly off. "What has gotten into you? I--" He was cut off by another wail, his words overwritten with a loud WOOSH as the stump <span class="mu-i">flew</span> over both of your heads, somersaulting and landing in front of the two of you before SCREECHING yet again. The next time the businessman spoke was with a very different tone. Less surprised and confused, more desperate and determined "--can't believe your luck!! Let's get to shelter, somewhere away from this abominable thing!!" He didn't need to see you nodding to know your response. The two of you ran on either side around the ghost, so fast you nearly tripped multiple times (both over yourselves and over the debris still littering the ground), never looking back and never thinking of anything but THE NEED TO RUN. Never-- you dodged a larger rock-- had you-- jumped over a bloodied hat-- run this fast-- lost stability, flailed with arms-- before... -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 17 Oct 2024 02:34:06 No. 6124427 Report By the time the two of you stumbled over the town entrance, your vision was starting to blur. You could feel the decrepit thing chasing you still-- its mere presence demanded eternal goosebumps-- yet you no longer had anywhere else to go as you stumbled into town, your running now reduced to mere speedwalking, trying as many stupid tactics as you could to loose the thing. Steele was already out of breath, the last of his adrenaline finally wearing out as he had one last burst of energy and ran right ahead of you. Part of you wanted to cheer as he turned a sharp corner, the ghost briefly lunging ahead and missing him--! And that same part dropped like a rock as he finally succumbed to all the dirt on the ground. Time slowed around you as you watched. Steele was almost there, almost getting the upper hand, before a trip prompted a complete heel-turn, almost about to fall directly into the possessed stump's shadowy grasp... ...only for the stump to SLAM into the ground like a comet. In front of a lightly-bloodied Steele was none other than Indiana, his claws as sharp as a sword, glaring at the stump with such palpable malice that you almost gasped. Instead, however, you found yourself pumping a fist into the air. "WOO!! INDIANA!!" You found yourself pleasantly surprised to see the mole recognize the name, 'woo' right back-- The stump floated back to life. This wasn't over... but now you had a chance. >A chance to keep getting the hell away from there. Leave Steele to handle the mole and go looking for Mary. She can't be too far away if Indiana's here. >A chance to join the fight. Find the nearest piece of debris and try to beat that terrifying specter into nonexistence. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] >A chance to do something else. [Write-in]
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>>6124427 >A chance to join the fight. Find the nearest piece of debris and try to beat that terrifying specter into nonexistence. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] Could also try to have our work friend use its silk on the stump as a distraction? Florian seems too weak to fight now.
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>>6124427 >A chance to join the fight. Find the nearest piece of debris and try to beat that terrifying specter into nonexistence. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] Anonymous
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>>6124427 >A chance to do something else. >>I choose you Florian! [initiate two-one-one neofauna battle] Anonymous
Rolled 16 (1d100) >>6124426 >>6124427 >A chance to join the fight. Find the nearest piece of debris and try to beat that terrifying specter into nonexistence. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] Have all of you voting for this option just forgotten we need to roll for this option? Let's hope the results aren't terrible like last time.
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>>6124580 Change your votes. Now.
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Rolled 51 (1d100) >>6124427 >A chance to join the fight. Find the nearest piece of debris and try to beat that terrifying specter into nonexistence. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
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>>6124581 No. Today we kill.
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>>6124427 >A chance to join the fight. Find the nearest piece of debris and try to beat that terrifying specter into nonexistence. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] Is Walter just very sensitive to Ghost types? He keeps having such strong reactions in narration too
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:RIluQElJ Thu 17 Oct 2024 13:59:11 No. 6124660 Report >>6124447 >>6124454 >>6124648 please roll or your votes will not be counted
>Is Walter just very sensitive to Ghost types? He keeps having such strong reactions in narration too Kind of. The answer is simpler than a special sensitivity lol
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Rolled 60 (1d100) >>6124660 I'm
>>6124648 Rolling
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>>6124669 This probably won't make the DC, but at least it isn't gonna get us captured or seriously injured again.
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Rolled 90 (1d100) >>6124427 Rolling.
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>>6124680 Arceus be praised, we might just make it
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Imagine our face when we learn more about this Pokemon.
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>>6124807 Sadly it was late. Anonymous
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>>6124816 Technically, he was the second to vote. He just forgot to roll.
Since the first guy never came back to roll, the 90 is technically the first.
QM, I’m holding you to this.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 18 Oct 2024 00:18:02 No. 6124876 Report Quoted By:
>>6124816 Correct! <span class="mu-s">However:</span>
Given that
>>6124680 is
>>6124454 , the second response, rolling, I will count his roll as the first roll, and subsequently the highest one (as 16 and 51 are both underneath the DC and not as big a number as 90).
Therefore, we are in fact <span class="mu-i">not</span> super screwed! Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 18 Oct 2024 00:19:03 No. 6124877 Report >>6124875 Ah what the fuck, did you read my mind and spoil my post a minute before I made it? Stop doing that please, you'll spoil the plot.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 18 Oct 2024 02:06:23 No. 6124954 Report A chance to join in the fight.>90 It wasn't hard to find a suitable weapon. A shoddy wagon nearby had a huge plank sticking out the side of it, not unlike the kind of planks you'd spent your chore time hauling around back on the farm. You headed over to the thing and yanked the plank out, thankful that you still had just enough energy to drag it behind you, approaching the stump... carefully. Yeah, carefully. That's... that's why you weren't approaching yet. ...no, this was silly. You needed to get ahold of yourself. Your fingernails dug into the plank, gripping it with gusto, raising the thing right above your head, forcing your shaky legs forward-- --bringing it down on the creature with a loud <span class="mu-i">THUMP.</span> Before the creature could move you immediately scrambled atop the plank, stomping on it, repeatedly, constantly until you heard a <span class="mu-i">crack</span> pierce the persistent silence surrounding the six of you. You wanted to go further after that, but your mind continued waging war on you-- maybe that wasn't-- you shuddered-- any kind of <span class="mu-i">specter</span>, maybe it was just... maybe you were just unfamiliar, maybe this was... maybe this was just some kind of neofau-- The doubting was cut short. A <span class="mu-i">whiff</span> of black smoke shot out from underneath you, the floating log from before somehow <span class="mu-i">flying after it from underneath you,</span> the horrifying haunt turning its piercing red eyes back at you. For one last moment, the two of you held eye contact. Every feature of its horrid, crooked, bark-laden face was burned into your brain, its image permanently finding a place in your nightmares, the stranger's scream from before echoing throughout your empty crainum... ...before the specter vanished, zipping out of town in the blink of an eye. Indiana attempted to run after it, attempted to slash at the air where it had once been. Instead, the mole found itself hitting the earth snout-first. ... All this, and you still hadn't found Mary. ----- You wouldn't rest until you found her, you'd insisted. Steele had tried to talk you out of it, as usual. He'd failed, of course, and was less than happy about it. There was a reason he was at the inn, after all, and you weren't. At least Indiana was by your side. It was odd, being accompanied by neofauna that wasn't your own. Steele's mole kept looking up at you with these odd expressions that you couldn't decipher, his claws somehow returned to keratin from their previously-metallic state without explanation, ignorant of your questions and unwilling to respond to commands. Despite this, the mole seemed to appreciate being talked to. You couldn't fathom why.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 18 Oct 2024 02:08:41 No. 6124956 Report The bug slept upon your shoulder, curled around your neck. Florian was dozing off. You, too, should have joined them in slumber by now. Your bruised and weary body demanded as much. Yet you found yourself here, looking for your little sheep, like you couldn't live without her. And maybe you couldn't, in a world like this. But... You let your thoughts grow silent as you continued searching the tiniest nooks and crannies that the town had to offer. You could see a glow to your far right. Slowly, surely, you stepped out of the small alley you'd dipped your head into. You quietly turned, silently praying that it didn't belong to the tree-ghost from before, almost forcing yourself not to look until you could resist no more... ... ...had she found more of her kind? There were multiple lights now, all the same shade of warm orange that Mary's tail glowed. It was hard not to be cautious as you snuck closer... and closer... and... <span class="mu-i">WHUMPH</span> You were tackled to the ground. Panic shook your body until-- Your head was nudged into the dirt. You gasped for air, shaking your head, trying to free yourself from... Mary! <span class="mu-i">Mary's</span> grasp!! The little sheep loomed over you, nudging you fiercely, slowly getting off of you and baahing loudly. As you got to your feet and reoriented a stirring Florian in your shirt pocket, the sheep took it upon herself to dance in a little circle and express the kind of joy you'd only seen from your dogs back home. Seeing her beady eyes reflecting the distant light her tail gave off, you noticed a similar kind of shine to them... It didn't hurt to give her what you gave them, then, did it? You crouched down and gave your sheepy friend a firm hug. And... well, you couldn't tell for sure, but you felt that her chin on your shoulder was the best she could do for a hug back. <><><><><> Steele's room was dark when you returned to the inn. Good, then, he was asleep. As you should be. Even knowing the town's attitude towards your critters, your brain brought up the obligatory reason to be thankful. 'At least everyone is asleep, so nobody will mind the menagerie.' You let the door slide open. Mary brushed past you and instantly began to settle down in the corner. You followed soon after, kneeling down and placing the bug by her side with Florian and his little berry soon joining him. Indiana, though he scratched at Steele's door and was clearly asking to get in, ended up having to settle for joining your creatures in a strange little neofauna pile. Once all the creatures were together and properly asleep... you hit your mattress and fell asleep near-immediately. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 18 Oct 2024 02:16:33 No. 6124971 Report Your sleep was riddled with torment. Neverending pairs of red eyes tormented you. Constant flames that went in and out of existence, eerie laughs, shouts from townspeople or sheriffs or the... <span class="mu-i">visions</span> of people long-since past. Everything and nothing overwhelmed your senses all at once as you floated in a dark void peppered with bright red dots. Screams coalesced into wails coalesced into shouts of rioting and argument and constant noise. Cacophony took hold and would not let go, piercing your eardrums and invading your thoughts, stealing your words from you and using them against you, digging into your consicence like a-- --CLAP of thunder broke through the noise, setting alight a dark forest that wasn't there, turning the now-existent landscape to flame, forests turning to buildings as buildings turned to people and screams of horror echoed through the visual noise, screaming, begging for their lives to be spared as enormous creatures soared through the sky picking off whomever they pleased, a madman standing atop a pile of corpses and grasping a nutberry in his raised fist-- --that came down clutching a knife, overwhelming the image, stabbing you with a deep dagger, the hilt of the blade tipped with a single shining feather... that held within its reflection the image of... of Keith, cowering in the corner, hiding from a trio of dark entities whose silhouettes you could barely make out-- --grinning back at you and <span class="mu-i">forcing</span> the air out of your chest, their deep claws dragging you further and further and further down, with your head only finding piece upon hitting the road and expl-- ----- You shot awake. It took a moment to remember how to breathe. By some incredible feat, you somehow felt almost as tired as when you had gone to bed. Yet... the sun was shining. It was pouring onto your bed from behind you, animating the little dusty particles in the air to dance almost like Mary had last evening upon seeing you again. ... ...it was time to go.>Take some time for yourself before Steele wakes up. Go outside, breathe in some fresh air, get breakfast at the saloon. You'll meet up with him when you've grounded yourself a little. >Wake Steele up as soon as you've gotten dressed and hit the road. The sooner you leave this place the better. >Wait for Steele to wake up. Spend the time in your room documenting what you saw last night, pampering the neofauna, and keeping track of your nutberry supply (for no reason whatsoever). Maybe it'd be a good idea to plant one or two of the ones you had left in that little pot you'd bought? >Write-in.
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>>6124971 >Wait for Steele to wake up. Spend the time in your room documenting what you saw last night, pampering the neofauna, and keeping track of your nutberry supply (for no reason whatsoever). Maybe it'd be a good idea to plant one or two of the ones you had left in that little pot you'd bought? Glad I was wrong. That 90 probably saved us.
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>>6124971 >Wait for Steele to wake up. Spend the time in your room documenting what you saw last night, pampering the neofauna, and keeping track of your nutberry supply (for no reason whatsoever). Maybe it'd be a good idea to plant one or two of the ones you had left in that little pot you'd bought? Anonymous
Was the dream a side-effect of fighting a Ghost-type? Or something else? Who's Keith again?
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>>6124954 >>6124956 >>6124971 >Wait for Steele to wake up. Spend the time in your room documenting what you saw last night, pampering the neofauna, and keeping track of your nutberry supply (for no reason whatsoever). Maybe it'd be a good idea to plant one or two of the ones you had left in that little pot you'd bought? Waltur is having some surreal dreams out here. How badly has this little ghost affected this poor guy?
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>>6124971 >Wait for Steele to wake up. Spend the time in your room documenting what you saw last night, pampering the neofauna, and keeping track of your nutberry supply (for no reason whatsoever). Maybe it'd be a good idea to plant one or two of the ones you had left in that little pot you'd bought? >>6125141 Not just this one. Since the start of the quest with what are clearly Duskulls, Walter has had a constant and repeated sensitivity to ghost types and only to ghost types.
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>>6124877 >literally a minute before This just shows that it was meant to be.
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>>6124971 >Wait for Steele to wake up. Spend the time in your room documenting what you saw last night, pampering the neofauna, and keeping track of your nutberry supply (for no reason whatsoever). Maybe it'd be a good idea to plant one or two of the ones you had left in that little pot you'd bought? >>6125174 How could anyone NOT have a visceral reaction to these things? The rest of the neofauna bend the rules of nature (to a severe degree) but ghost types fundamentally exist outside of it. An encounter with one of these things will shake your understanding of the world to its very core.
I wonder if they have any of those horrible little ghosts that dress up as Pichu around?
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>>6125198 When is MY BOY going to show up? They're in the Wild West late 1800s, surely they're somewhere?
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>>6125174 >>6125198 ...Waltur could also just be scared of ghosts. This is the 1880s. This guy would probably believe some local New York/East coast folklore about (ancient) spectres and apparitions haunting the accursed places no man has entered in centuries. Let's just wait for Steele's recollection of events to see if we are overreacting.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 19 Oct 2024 00:11:32 No. 6125463 Report Quoted By:
>>6124980 >>6125059 >>6125141 >>6125174 >>6125198 Huh, surprisingly unanimous result. Anyways, writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 19 Oct 2024 02:01:21 No. 6125519 Report You shuffled out of bed and rubbed your eyes, hard. They were already blurry when you first woke up, so rubbing harder surely wouldn't hurt. Today you were going to wear overalls, you decided. There wasn't any particular reason... you just wanted to dress like you would at home. Socks and sandals came on soon after for the same reason. ----- You didn't feel like going out on the town before you checked out. Instead, your heart moved you to your neofaunic friends, your fingers finding their place behind Mary's ears and along her neck, your arms joining them to hug her on occasion. Your bug crawled around, occasionally heading up and down your arms, patching up cracks in the floor or burns on Florian (who was thoroughly unimpressed by its constant silk-spinning, constantly trying to keep his little nutberry away from the mad insectoid). Indiana... stayed by the door, occasionally scratching it but typically pacing around. Every now and then he'd let out a 'woo' or come by and poke your arm, then make a gesture. All this happened while you forced yourself to recount that... horrible night. To document such a creature, to recount how it felt to briefly lose your close companion. To hear those child-like screams invade your head again... ...your pen slipped away from your hand. You had a better idea. ----- <span class="mu-i">knock knock</span> It was almost past breakfast time. Someone was knocking on your door. "Come in!" You felt a little better now. Messing around with your nutberries and being surrounded by so many creatures was comforting. What was one more? The door slowly creaked open to reveal Steele, who promptly allowed himself in. His eyes had light bags underneath them and the man still had his light-blue sleeping cap on. The fluffy ball at the end of it obscured one of his eyes. "Buchanan... you're here?" "Yes siree, Steele. Jus' doin' my daily routine 'n such." There were still nerves in your voice. "...well, I'm happy to see you again!" The sleepy man smiled at you. He was going to say something else... ...but he was cut off by Indiana, who'd noticed the man and immediately ran over to hug him, launching himself off the floor and into the aged man's chest. You, of course, didn't see this until you'd turned away from your little dirt-filled pot and the nutberry now residing within it. All that'd tipped you off was Steele's quiet shout. The sight was a funny one for sure, even despite Steele's surprise. You had to go over and help him up after Indiana finally relented. "Ough... thank you, boy. That was quite the fall." He rubbed his lower back and grinned at you. So unfazed...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 19 Oct 2024 02:02:22 No. 6125520 Report You had to ask. "Steele, you... have you even thought about last night since then?" The man in question seemed baffled by the inquiry. "What? Well... I mean, I suppose not..." He brought a finger to his mustache. "Buchanan, a floating log can only be so intimidating. In this world of metal birds and lightning sheep, I cannot bring myself to be <span class="mu-i">too</span> scared of such a display." You took to deflection. "A-hah. That phrasin' implies you were scared at all. I thought you weren't intimidated?" "Well, no! Not really," he hesitated, "before it began to scream." His attention drifted to Indiana, now tugging at the businessman's pant leg and raising its claws at him. "...I was more surprised by Indiana's display, really. I haven't a clue if you were close enough to see, but his claws were a sharper metal than any knives I've laid eyes upon." You could faintly remember that detail. It was nice to have some confirmation that you hadn't simply dreamt it. "I suppose he's taken to mimicking his owner by name." Steele didn't pick up on that... for a few seconds, until he got the joke and gave you a rather substantial jab on the shoulder. "Don't go taking my job now, boy! I'm the one to be making jokes around here, you understand?" The two of you shared a hearty laugh-- only to be interrupted by a pair of growling stomachs. "Ah, I forgot..." "Don't you worry, Buchanan, I have something set up." Steele's grin was as ironclad as usual. <><><><><> The pair of you now sat by the riverbank. Sunshine danced across the water and soaked into your skin. The heat was merciful today-- just hot enough to be a challenge yet not so dry that it made your mouth a desert. Your sandwich, too, was spectacular (for the circumstances)-- bread, lettuce, tomato, and some fish you couldn't name that was supposedly local. Your eyes drifted as you searched for something to do while Steele scarfed his early-morning meal down too loudly to talk. So, you found yourself eyeing the wharf, with its banged-up ships lingering in the water and their lowered sails gently flapping in the wind... The commotion that possessed it yesterday had <span class="mu-i">finally</span> cleared up... as much as an active wharf could, anyways. People still hustled, people still bustled, sailors still swore and workers still ran from place to place trying to get things in order. However, the entrance to the place was almost obstructed by a small hilly range of filth.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 19 Oct 2024 02:03:24 No. 6125521 Report The wharf was partly obscured by tattered bits of silk, cloth, string. The same debris that had infected the rest of town could be found here, blood and all, with extra splinters of wood and leather scattered about the area. People tried to step over or around the thing, with some even pushing others into the messy piles that littered the area (whether on accident or out of malice depended on the individual), but to no avail. Everyone ended up funneled into one narrow entrance, leading to about as much chaos as one could expect from forcing so many people through a small area. Glancing back at the debris... it almost looked like a ship had crashed into port and thrown all its passengers' cargo overboard haphazardly. The scenario almost seemed comical if you imagined it in your head. A captain hurrying to toss everything his passengers had overboard because they'd complained about his service, perhaps. He'd been too slow! Or, maybe, he'd been too handsy with one of the ladies! You giggled at the thought. You wanted to take it seriously, of course. Eyeing bloodied clothing hardly put the normal man in a good mood. But, by now, were you <span class="mu-i">really</span> so normal? ...nevertheless, you needed to get your mind onto something positive for once. Take a page out of Steele's extensive joke book. Something lighthearted... The bug crawled across your lap. It had taken to resting around your neck, typically, but Mary had finally gone to rest behind you when you'd reached the riverbank... so the bug had come to claim her throne. The bug. ...you needed a better name for the little guy. What were you going to call him?>Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 19 Oct 2024 02:05:51 No. 6125522 Report Quoted By:
>>6125061 >Was the dream a side-effect of fighting a Ghost-type? Kind of, but not really. Just a nightmare, it doesn't have any special properties.
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>>6125519 >>6125520 >>6125521 >Write-in. Edwin. Feels like a nice name for this butler-like critter.
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>>6125524 I'll back this. Or Taylor.
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>>6125521 I’ll back Taylor as well. It’s an old-time name for people who were tailors, after all, and our silk-weaving friend certainly styles themselves as one.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 20 Oct 2024 00:28:52 No. 6125985 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 20 Oct 2024 01:04:16 No. 6126004 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 109 (1d200) Take a shot every time I forget my rolls and you'll be dead in an hour.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 20 Oct 2024 01:12:49 No. 6126010 Report Hey, what the hell. You were feeling punny today. You gave a little whistle to get the bug's attention. "Taylor, I want you t' listen to that name from now on, 'lright?" Taylor, in turn, gave you a blank stare... before nudging your rib and returning to sleep in your lap. Clearly, his prized position was capturing most of his attention. "Taylor?" Steele rose a brow. "I'd have thought something more medical or proper would be fitting. Personally, I would have gone with something like Edwin." You chuckled at that. "Sounds like a pretty formal name for a bug. You've gotta give 'em simple names, Steele, like Mary. Keep 'em easy t' say in a pinch and easy to understand." Steele shook his head, though the small grin on his face gave away his true feelings on the matter. "That's what nicknames are for, Buchanan. See? Indie, Indie!" Steele called out for his mole, who'd apparently been spending the time digging for worms, with no luck. "...he'll learn the importance of a nickname, in time, as you will." The stocky man got to his feet and looked to the sun. "Now then... it's nearly noon. Better we set out now and beat the heat than languish here for another few hours, yes?" Part of you actually didn't mind this, but the other part could see the amount of sweat on Steele's cheek and decided it'd probably be better to head out just for his sake. The two of you started towards the exit of town, finally leaving in a new direction, without a single look backwards... briefly lamenting the lack of easy travel as you set out on foot once more. <><><><><> Hours of relative peace passed by without issue. You and Steele stumbled through sparse forests, dry bushes, and quiet plains for some time. The Sacramento River seemed farther and farther away from the well-trodden paths you now followed, their course becoming more and more obvious as the river's became fainter and fainter... The variety of creatures kept you going, at least. Mary was more than happy to accompany you, defending you from any wayward angry rat or especially peckish bird, with the abundance of relatively normal animals being a welcome reprieve from the constant life-threatening dangers of the north. Normal bugs could be seen crawling across leaves, standard birds spread across the sky... That's not to say that there weren't <span class="mu-i">any</span> neofauna around these parts, of course. The starlings from earlier seemed especially prevalent for reasons that you couldn't quite gather. But they seemed... more peaceful than they had been up north. Less agitated, at least by you.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 20 Oct 2024 01:13:50 No. 6126011 Report You were wondering if that had anything to do with the poison of Redding, scribbling down your observations in your notepad as Steele remarked at the sight of an especially round rock, when the pair of you heard a loud BANG from elsewhere. Where, exactly, you couldn't tell... all that was certain was that it was ahead of you, and not on the beaten path. Mary stepped ahead of you two, Indiana by her side, while Florian and Taylor kept themselves close to you. Something was out there... but did you want to find out what?>No. You've had enough of adventure for the time being and just want to get to the next town without issue. >Yes. You're curious, after all, and that big bang could mean some thing or some one is in danger. Or maybe fighting off danger. Who knows? >Write-in.
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>>6126010 >>6126011 >No. You've had enough of adventure for the time being and just want to get to the next town without issue. I have a feeling engaging with this might end up in us being shot.
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>>6126010 >>6126011 >No. You've had enough of adventure for the time being and just want to get to the next town without issue. Let's play it safe for now. We aren't in the best of positions with our physical and mental health.
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>>6126011 >No. You've had enough of adventure for the time being and just want to get to the next town without issue. Anonymous
>>6126011 >Yes. You're curious, after all, and that big bang could mean some thing or some one is in danger. Or maybe fighting off danger. Who knows? If we weren’t interested in going towards danger the. we wouldn’t be studying neofauna as much as we’ve been.
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>>6126341 Not really, we've been rather risk-averse so far.
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>>6126382 Going into the woods alone (w/ Mary, of course) in search of a little girl? Stuffing newspaper into a neofauna’s mouth? Wandering into Chinatown at the peak of repressive US policies for this time? We ran from the tree monster at first, but we eventually turned around and started beating on it ourselves rather than with Mary since she wasn’t back yet.
Oh, and don’t forget our first real call-to-arms where we went up against razor-tipped sky birds with a trunk and no backup. Mary joining us wasn’t something Walter expected at the time.
Not particularly risk-averse in my book. Perhaps not particularly courageous in the face of ghosts, but other stuff outweighs it.
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>>6126546 >Wandering into Chinatown ...we didn't go there. Not voluntarily at least. I don't think any of us know how we got there.
The rest is fair though.
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>>6126011 >Yes. You're curious, after all, and that big bang could mean some thing or some one is in danger. Or maybe fighting off danger. Who knows? I like the roll by QM.
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>>6126011 >Yes. You're curious, after all, and that big bang could mean some thing or some one is in danger. Or maybe fighting off danger. Who knows? Adventure awaits. Huzzah!
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>>6126553 True, Chinatown was a vote like everything else but he didn’t decide on it per the implementation. If he did then he was probably pushed into it somehow and can’t remember. I shouldn’t have counted that against him.
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>>6126011 >>Yes. You're curious, after all, and that big bang could mean some thing or some one is in danger. Or maybe fighting off danger. Who knows? PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 21 Oct 2024 02:50:24 No. 6126708 Report Quoted By:
Sorry, something important came up and I’ll have to write the next entry tomorrow. I’ll leave the vote up until then.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 21 Oct 2024 14:23:25 No. 6126854 Report Quoted By:
>>6126341 >>6126557 >>6126566 >>6126701 Okay, we're heading off the path! Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 21 Oct 2024 16:40:22 No. 6126896 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-i">BANG, BANG!</span> What sounded like gunfire exploded to your left. Someone else might've been out here! You caught Steele's attention with a gesture and pointed. "I think it came from over there. We've got t' be careful, right?" Steele nodded, but didn't move. "...yes, certainly! If you don't mind, I'll keep our supplies in order..." ...he walked over to you and plucked the trunk from your back, carefully slipping it over your shoulder, giving you a thumbs-up. "...just in case things go awry." You stamped out the brief doubt in your brain and gave him a thumbs-up back. You hadn't even considered keeping your trunk out of this, and couldn't help but thank Steele for thinking ahead. With that, you held Taylor tight to your shoulders and snuck into the bushes... <><><><><> The sound was further away than you thought. By the time you got closer, there was no doubt about its origins. <span class="mu-i">BANG, BA-BANG</span> Smoke spat out from behind a tree as some enormous armored <span class="mu-i">thing</span> spun after it. You could hardly make out what it was-- the entire thing was a blur amongst the smoke-- but you could most certainly hear how it was tearing up the dirt and ramming into things. You heard a man's voice, younger than Steele's. You kept watching-- A horse <span class="mu-i">rushed</span> by you, dark and fast, with a man atop it. Another <span class="mu-s">BANG</span> rang out and left smoke in its wake, prompting Florian to cough just long enough to stop trembling, with the spinning thing returning soon after...>Wait this out. You don't want to get in the way of this fight in case you get hurt. >Shout something as loud as you can to see if you can grab the man's attention or distract the spinning thing. >Get Mary to chase after the spinning thing and try to shock it still. The man's clearly in danger, and you can almost sense Mary's anticipation... >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 21 Oct 2024 16:42:32 No. 6126900 Report <span class="mu-i">BANG, BANG!</span> What sounded like gunfire exploded to your left. Someone else might've been out here! You caught Steele's attention with a gesture and pointed. "I think it came from over there. We've got t' be careful, right?" Steele nodded, but didn't move. "...yes, certainly! If you don't mind, I'll keep our supplies in order..." ...he walked over to you and plucked the trunk from your back, carefully slipping it over your shoulder, giving you a thumbs-up. "...just in case things go awry." You stamped out the brief doubt in your brain and gave him a thumbs-up back. You hadn't even considered keeping your trunk out of this, and couldn't help but thank Steele for thinking ahead. With that, you held Taylor tight to your shoulders and snuck into the bushes... <><><><><> The sound was further away than you thought. By the time you got closer, there was no doubt about its origins. <span class="mu-i">BANG, BA-BANG</span> Smoke spat out from behind a tree as some enormous, dark-armored <span class="mu-i">thing</span> spun after it. You could hardly make out what it was-- the entire thing was a blur amongst the smoke-- but you could most certainly hear how it was tearing up the dirt and ramming into things. You heard a man's voice, younger than Steele's. You kept watching-- A horse <span class="mu-i">rushed</span> by you, dark and fast, with a man atop it. Another <span class="mu-s">BANG</span> rang out and left smoke in its wake, prompting Florian to cough just long enough to stop trembling, with the spinning thing returning soon after...>Wait this out. You don't want to get in the way of this fight in case you get hurt. >Shout something as loud as you can to see if you can grab the man's attention or distract the spinning thing. >Get Mary to chase after the spinning thing and try to shock it still. The man's clearly in danger, and you can almost sense Mary's anticipation... >Write-in.
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>>6126900 >>Get Mary to chase after the spinning thing and try to shock it still. The man's clearly in danger, and you can almost sense Mary's anticipation... Go get 'em, Mary!
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>>6126904 +1
Are we vroomin? Or is this another spinny mon?
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>>6126906 Might be Whirlipede?
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>>6126900 >Get Mary to chase after the spinning thing and try to shock it still. The man's clearly in danger, and you can almost sense Mary's anticipation... We should train our neofauna to support each other to increase our capabilities. Florian could support Mary through their spores, and Taylor may have yet-unknown skills to support as well.
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>>6126900 >>Get Mary to chase after the spinning thing and try to shock it still. The man's clearly in danger, and you can almost sense Mary's anticipation... Anonymous
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>>6126900 >Shout something as loud as you can to see if you can grab the man's attention or distract the spinning thing. I don't want to risk the gunman mistaking Mary for a wild neobeastie and shooting her.
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>>6126900 >Shout something as loud as you can to see if you can grab the man's attention or distract the spinning thing. Anonymous
>>6126900 >Get Mary to chase after the spinning thing and try to shock it still. The man's clearly in danger, and you can almost sense Mary's anticipation... >>6126907 It’s definitely whirlipede. QM photoshopped it behind a tree in the center of the picture.
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>>6126900 >>6126911 I’m willing to switch to a compromise vote with mine. Have Mary attack, but make sure she sticks close so the rider knows she’s with us. Mary should be amenable to that even with her bloodlust.
We can even shout to corral the neofauna towards us as part of this.
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>>6127361 *shout at the rider to corral the neofauna towards us. Should have spelled that out more clearly.
They’re mobile, we’re less so, they have better control over where the spinny one goes.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 22 Oct 2024 23:21:17 No. 6127562 Report Quoted By:
>>6126904 >>6126906 >>6126911 >>6126919 >>6127344 >>6127361 >>6127362 Sic'ing Mary on it wins! I'll write a little bit later since I have some research and last-minute prep to do, but the entry will be out tonight.
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>>6127361 I like this idea.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 23 Oct 2024 03:02:56 No. 6127651 Report Mary seemed eager to help. You knew you couldn't just jump in and try to stop that thing yourself, so... you decided to delegate. You knelt down to your eager sheep. "Mary, girl, see that over there?" A vague finger was pointed in the direction of the purple mass speeding around the area. "It's tryin' t' fight that nice gentleman," you pointed somewhat towards the man and his horse, neither of whom you could make out as they sped after the spinning thing, "an' ah need you t' be his guard. Got that?" Your sheepy friend looked at you, her beady black eyes practically sparkling as you built up to the magic words... "...go get 'em." Mary charged out of the bushes, exploding onto the scene with a loud baah, charging after the purple mass and catching the rider off-guard and alarming his horse. The rider, in turn, looked to you with indignation-- you cupped your hands around your mouth and took your chance. "Sir! A-ah dunno what your situation is, but ah know these creatures well!" You rose to your feet and made yourself more visible from behind the bush. "Get that thingy over here an' I'll try t' take care of it for you!" The rider-- you could make out his face now: grizzled, hewn like a cliff's edge, topped off with a ten-gallon hat-- gave you a firm nod and took hold of his horse's reins, a loud <span class="mu-i">SNAP</span> prompting it to change course. You watched the rider notice Mary's path to the left of the purple creature and direct his horse right-- saw him back Mary up when she began to cut the purple thing's path off with her wool, forcing it to make a shockingly sharp course-correction and dash towards you-- BOOMs of thunder rippled throughout the area, startling the rider's horse, bringing shocks of lightning down in front of and behind the armored stranger as Mary repeatedly missed. The rider, miraculously, gripped onto his horse for dear life and soon got it back on track... Florian blinked to life, seemingly noticing the purple critter before you could-- Mary and the rider had it coming right for you now, but you couldn't dodge as it tripped onto a small rock and rocketed <span class="mu-i">right above you--</span> <span class="mu-i">ACHOO!!</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 23 Oct 2024 03:03:57 No. 6127653 Report Florian sneezed a huge cloud of... electric pollen into the air above you. The purple thing got caught right in the middle of it, immediately seizing up, its momentum carrying it right over you and landing it... right in front of a bewildered Indiana, who'd been digging for worms with Steele while your human friend had been standing guard. Mary charged around the bush and to the purple thing soon after, giving it a prompt kick and announcing her victory with a hoof upon its carapace, beaming at you as she held herself proudly. You felt yourself lucky, brushing off whatever Florian had sneezed up. Your face was numb and tingly... but at least you were still able to walk and talk. The purple menace, on the other hand, twitched and growled around on the forest floor, making a noise almost like muffled mandibles chittering together, desperately trying to get back on its front side as it flailed around on the ground. It was definitely not giving up yet... but it was subdued for now. The rider trotted over to your left and looked upon the scene with an unreadable expression. His eyes lingered on the aggressive creature's flailing before drifting to you. "...thanks, partner. Don't know what ah did t' piss that thing off." Not a moment later, the rider drew an old rifle and aimed the sight at the paralyzed neofauna's single exposed feature: its eye.>Reciprocate the conversation and try your best to ignore the rifle. It's not your place to intervene. >Thank the rider for the compliment quickly before trying harder to convince him not to shoot. >Put yourself in front of the sight. He's taking long enough to look at his target that he might not shoot you, and you don't want that thing dead.
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>>6127653 >Reciprocate the conversation and try your best to ignore the rifle. It's not your place to intervene. Anonymous
>>6127653 >Thank the rider for the compliment quickly before trying harder to convince him not to shoot. I want it alive, but not enough to die in its place.
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>>6127653 >Reciprocate the conversation and try your best to ignore the rifle. It's not your place to intervene. I don't think we can handle Whirlipede
QM keeps throwing mons at us and we can't go after them all or pass them to Steele
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>>6127653 >Thank the rider for the compliment quickly before trying harder to convince him not to shoot. Territorial, perhaps? Family unit attacked by other people? Dead neofauna can’t teach others that humans fight back, at least, and that’s a lesson worth teaching given how many there are nowadays.
If he wants to be sure it’s learned then we have Mary here to finish the lesson.
Jotting down some notes on the creature while it’s stunned (or dead) would be good as well.
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>>6127651 >>6127653 >Thank the rider for the compliment quickly before trying harder to convince him not to shoot. Whirlipedes are apparently very aggressive and tenacious. We need to have Mary deal with it.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Wed 23 Oct 2024 23:52:19 No. 6128213 Report Quoted By:
>>6127673 >>6127955 >>6127959 Thanking the rider and convincing him not to shoot narrowly wins out! I'll be back with an entry after dinner.
Hopefully it'll be a little longer than the last two. Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 24 Oct 2024 02:08:07 No. 6128300 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 54 (1d100) I probably should have asked for a roll here
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 24 Oct 2024 03:08:25 No. 6128341 Report The sight of the gun forced a louder reply out of you than you'd wanted. "Ah-- thank you, mister, but please don'..." The rider gave you a side-eye. You continued. "T-there's no need t' shoot. My uh," you scrambled for an excuse, "my ears are already ringin'. Yours, too, surely?" He raised a brow. "...don't think so, stranger. Is there a reason," he motioned his gun to make a tiny circle in the air above the twitching, hissing, writhing thing currently under Mary's hoof, "you don't want this thing dead?" You blurted out a reply almost as soon as he'd finished his last letter. "I'm studyin' it! I-- ah'd <span class="mu-i">like</span> t' study it," you corrected, "and it'd be hard t' do without letting it look 'round 'n maybe move a li'l." Tension began to seep into the air. The rider hadn't lowered his rifle, nor changed his expression. His eyes were drifting to Florian, now, sometimes wandering to Taylor before returning to you. Eventually, after a quiet moment... ...the man lowered his rifle. Cautiously. He did so in a staggered motion, letting the weapon hang by his side, not taking his eyes off of Florian until its nozzle was pointed into the dirt. The expression with which the rider regarded you seemed to be one of... exhaustion. His dark stubble somehow looked worse for wear, his eyes both piercing and glazed over with apathy. The ten-gallon hat cast a large shadow, enhancing the dark bags underneath his eyes and the starker shadow clinging to the right side of his crooked nose. Cuts and scratches littered his face, a particularly large gash just in front of his left ear almost looking <span class="mu-i">fresh</span> for a scar. It was the face of a man who'd lived a thousand lifetimes. And yet... there wasn't a single wrinkle upon it. "Don't let your sheep take her hoof off it. 'N keep your... plant-baby nearby it, too." He motioned to Florian (who didn't seem offended by the description), whom you quietly placed by Mary's side. Mary, however, was too distracted to notice the poor guy. Her ears were twitching, her face focused on something behind the rider and his docile horse. "Behhh?" Unable to see anything, you felt the need to apologize for her noise. However, halfway through the apology, Mary received a... creaky reply. Something vaguely like a hee-haw. The rider seemed to recognize what exactly had made the noise, and turned to where Mary was now pointing... "'s alright, boy. C'mon out." From the clearing emerged... one of those muddy-ankled donkeys from the Gulch!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 24 Oct 2024 03:09:29 No. 6128343 Report You'd never gotten a very good look at one of them before. They would always turn away from you or kick sand in your face. Yet this one... this one was approaching you. Upon its back was a pair of sacks, draped over it like a little coat. Its head drooped below its shoulders, its gait visibly cautious as it constantly glanced back to both the rider and his horse (who kept neighing at the strange donkey when it did so), but each step of its seemed confident enough... ...and the muddy donkey didn't stop when it passed your side, instead going behind your back and approaching Mary. "Huh, would ya look at that." The rider chuckled as the donkey got nearer, seemingly charmed by how it and Mary seemed to identify each other and maneuver their ways around acquaintanceship. "I think he likes her. That's new-- I ain't ever seen him take so much int'rest in another creature like him." Mary seemed somewhat more unnerved by the donkey-- she'd occasionally shuffle around her position on the bug or duck away from the donkey's attempts to sniff at her wool, but never outright objected. It was certainly a cute sight-- one cute enough to attract the two deserters you'd been meaning to introduce to this rider. Indiana waddled over, his claws perfectly cupped into a bowl for <span class="mu-i">far</span> too many worms, with Steele trailing behind him. The bushy businessman looked oddly unnerved. "Buchanan! My apologies," he laughed, "I hadn't a clue what you were fighting and felt it would be safer for Indiana and I to... back away a bit." He stopped to kneel down and greet Florian, who was oddly thrilled to see your only human companion. "And who is this?" Steele asked, his attention now drifting to the rider. You echoed the sentiment, only for the rider to dodge the answer. "It's not important. I don't know if I can trust you two, anyhow." The rider spat. "Folks 'round here've been nothin' but cruel lately. I'm a bit shocked you haven't sic'd that sheep on me yet." Shocked by the implication, you had little time to ponder. The rider continued. "Not like anyone here's got the brains t' try jus' approachin' these creatures on nice terms, anyways. They're just as stupid as the idiot guards sent t' keep 'em safe." Steele brought the conversation back to earth. "I do not see what that has to do with such a simple question, sir. Is it not trivial to give us even a pseudonym to go off of?" The rider and his horse huffed in unison. "...'sppose not. Jus' call me Andrew, then." That was as good an explanation as any for your amicable ally. Steele extended a hand and grinned. "Well-met, Andrew! You can call me Thomas, then," he nodded to you, "and that man over there is one Walter." 'Andrew' raised a brow. "No Buchanan?" You cleared your throat. "...it's my last name."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 24 Oct 2024 03:10:30 No. 6128344 Report What? Andrew somehow looked even more baffled than you. "Wh-- fer free?" "No, no, of course not! I can pay in full! Simply name your price!" Steele winked at you. You could see the slight nerves in his expression. A week's worth of camping funds... You reached for your haversack and the map that lay within it. You'd just left Red Bluff, so... ... ...depending on your pace, the two of you might have been able to make it. But... how? Andrew vocalized your confusion. "Thomas, I've only got one horse." "Yes, well," Steele's eyes brought Andrew's to his donkey, "i've heard donkeys are just as good at carrying people." The pair of you shared concern, but Steele was confident. You could tell it would be hard to sway him.>Try to anyways. You'd be better off on foot, trying to make the most of that week's worth without blowing it on transportation. (Roll 1d100, Bo3) >Go along with him. Your feet are aching and-- assuming Andrew agrees-- this would speed up the trip significantly.
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>>6128344 Did a post get eaten?
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>>6128402 Oh huh, seems like it. Odd, I’ll try to repost.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 24 Oct 2024 11:17:30 No. 6128500 Report Quoted By:
>>6128402 Apparently just a sentence.
<span class="mu-s">Steele picked up from there. "Yes, yes! I don't know why, but we seem to have fallen into this habit, you see, of referring to each other by more formal monikers..." ...his grin was getting sly... "...a habit I'd be more than willing to include you in, should you be willing to ferry us to Sacramento."
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I'll give people some extra time to vote since I fucked up today. Sorry about that.
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>>6128344 >Go along with him. Your feet are aching and-- assuming Andrew agrees-- this would speed up the trip significantly. Hell, if Steele’s paying then I won’t say no. This “Andrew” guy adds a horse, a gun and a neofauna to our party for the cost of a week of food.
I don’t fancy Waltur’s odds against more of these Whirlipede things. Especially if they run in packs.
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>>6128344 >Go along with him. Your feet are aching and-- assuming Andrew agrees-- this would speed up the trip significantly. I’d also be willing to barter one nut instead of (or to offset most of) Steele’s funds. The pitch is that it’s a guaranteed way to calm a creature if he’s in over his head. They may like it enough to stick around, or simply lose interest in him afterward. The degree of friendliness it imparts varies.
For a lone rider, a get-out-of-jail free card with neofauna should be valuable enough to accept company for a detour, so long as he has no pressing business to attend to.
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Rolled 10 (1d100) >>6128341 >>6128343 >>6128344 >Go along with him. Your feet are aching and-- assuming Andrew agrees-- this would speed up the trip significantly. On the condition that this Mudbray remains unburdened with Steele's behind. Poor thing.
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>>6128533 Oops.
I changed my mind mid-post and forgot to remove the roll, my bad.
Thank god I did so, I guess.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 24 Oct 2024 22:25:04 No. 6128765 Report Quoted By:
>>6128529 >>6128531 >>6128533 This vote is pretty unanimous, so I'll lock it in early.
Entry will be out in a few hours, feel free to continue voting until then if you got here after this post.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 25 Oct 2024 01:23:26 No. 6128849 Report Change of plans, I cant' stay awake long engough to write a good entry. I'll see ou all tomorrow.
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>>6128849 That’s a “phone posting right before I sleep” post if I’ve ever seen one. Good night, QM!
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>>6128344 >Go along with him. Your feet are aching and-- assuming Andrew agrees-- this would speed up the trip significantly Plus, bonus neopet to study.
>>6128849 Sleep tight, QM.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Fri 25 Oct 2024 23:27:25 No. 6129310 Report Quoted By:
Holy fuck, I slept in way too much and then had a bunch to do. Almost lost the entire day. So sorry for the delay. I'll get to writing right away!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 26 Oct 2024 00:17:33 No. 6129334 Report You subsequently decided that there would be no need to sway him. Your entire body was beginning to feel the effects of traveling on foot for so long. Sure, you felt stronger than you had since right before you'd left the farm, but... <span class="mu-i">boy</span> did you need a break. Andrew eyed the two of you with suspicion. "That ain't a large donkey, stranger. I don' trust that it'll be able t' carry the both'f you." Steele interjected. "There'll be no need! Someone can sit on the horse, behind you--" Andrew's eyes narrowed further-- "<span class="mu-i">or</span> we could try to ride your donkey anyways!" He directed your attention to the rider's muddy mule (now attempting to sniff behind a disgruntled Mary's ear). "From what I can tell, those bags you've got it carrying aren't very light, are they?" "...no, stranger, I s'ppose they aren't." Steele waddled over to the donkey, squatting and attempting to lift the bags on either side of it-- --only for you to raise your voice in response. "Steele, he has a gun, get away." When the older businessman turned around to confirm that yes, Andrew did in fact have a gun pointed at the back of his head, he followed the gesture by slowly taking his hands off of the man's stuff and backing away. "...my apologies." Andrew huffed and lowered the rifle. "I wouldn't've shot. But you shouldn't be touchin' my stuff, no matter how much you pay me. Got it?" Steele gave the man a firm nod. Then... an idea came to you. "Oh! Um, speakin' of payment..." ...you crouched down and flung open your trunk, catching Mary's attention, shuffling around the contents for a minute before plucking out one of your slowly-spoiling nutberries. "I've got some. A one way ticket t' befriendin' any neofauna you might find..." "Neofauna?" Andrew raised a brow. "What're those?" "Well, all these critters!" You made a wide sweeping motion that encompassed Mary, Indiana, and Florian before settling on the man's donkey. "An', presumably, your li'l mule over there. They're... um..." ...how could you even explain...? "...they're critters, I s'pose, from elsewhere. Strange things that showed up... I think a month ago?" Lord, had it been that long already? The rider was intrigued. You continued. "I... don' know much about all of 'em. All ah know for sure is that they all love... these things." You opened your palm, let the nutberry fall into it and display itself. "Every strange new critter ah've found... they've all been partial to these." As if to punctuate, Andrew's mule soon turned its attention to you. It leaned in to try and snatch it-- so you pulled away and chuckled. "And... there's more confirmation, ah guess." The gun-wielding stranger's eyes widened slightly. You continued your sales pitch... "...any ol' neofauna you see, whether it be a donkey or a bug or a bird... I'm pretty certain it'll want one o' these."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 26 Oct 2024 00:22:38 No. 6129339 Report Andrew was holding his donkey back now, trying to keep it from snatching the berry outright. His tone was laced with skepticism. "Ah... can't bring mahself t' believe that, wholeheartedly. Though ah-- <span class="mu-i">away,</span> Buckwheat-- ah can't deny th' impact it's havin' on my partner here, ah never needed one 'f those berries t' befriend him..." One final shove (paired with an apology under Andrew's breath) got the donkey away from your nutberry. "I'll take it, but... on the condition that yer loaded friend here still pays up." He glanced towards Steele (who was beginning to grow nervous). "Half the previous amount... but I ain't lettin' two strangers camp with me for any less than twenty-five dollars." You and Steele simultaneously skipped a heartbeat at the amount. Andrew continued, his attention shifting directly to you. "Skinny twig guy. You can get on the donkey. Your sheep'll run by you. I'm sure she can keep up." He held out a hand for you to dump the nutberry in, which you did. Soon after you did exactly as the man asked, unsure of whether he meant you should get on <span class="mu-i">now</span> or later and unwilling to ask for clarificatoin, situating yourself comfortably behind the donkey's neck as Steele doled out a decent chunk of dosh to the trigger-happy stranger. The donkey felt like a massive bundle of muscles, even moreso than his mundane brethren. Its skin felt coarse and rugged, almost like the earth it walked upon, and its strange matted mane was riddled with specks of dirt. You were surprised at how it handled carrying you-- it was like it barely felt your weight. Steele soon joined you, much to your surprise, situating himself behind you and <span class="mu-i">definitely</span> making the donkey notice that something was on its back. Indiana soon scrambled atop, grabbing Steele's waist with his claws and making the mustachioed man wince a little, prompting a chuckle out of you and a squeak from Florian. Without further ado... the three of you set off. <><><><><> "So, where're you goin'?" Andrew had only asked a solid half-hour into the trip. Before then, he was preoccupied: counting money, eyeing and poking at the nutberry, readjusting his saddle, shouting commands to his horse ("old girl" seemed to crop up a lot, maybe that was her name?) and the donkey, loading the body of the now-sleeping bug onto your lap... Right, he'd asked a question. "Oh, um, we're headin' to Sacramento. That's... not far, 's far as i'm 'ware..." You got back to trying to study the bug's carapace. The chitin was unlike anything you'd ever seen. Knocking on it felt like knocking on stone, the bug clearly unaffected by even the hardest smack you could muster, your knuckles hurting more than the bug clearly was. The rings down its spine were lightly indented, prompting their center to protrude almost like a skin tag or pimple of sorts, possible serving some further purpose that you couldn't discern...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 26 Oct 2024 00:23:39 No. 6129341 Report Poison could be seen occasionally dripping from either end of its long striped barbs. Sometimes it would trickle down into the grass, leaving a trail of brown patches of dirt behind the three of you... oh, there was one now! Mary bleated alarm as she narrowly dodged the toxic concoction. She looked up at you confused, seemingly unsure of the poison's source and not understanding why it would be so close to you. You mouthed an apology to her... and began listening to your human companions instead. "Well, you see, I have investments to take care of that I can only finalize in Sacramento! It's why I came all this way from Indiana," Steele's mole perked up at the mention, "and Walter here..." You cleared your throat. Steele gave a delighted reply. "So good of you to finally leave that wretched corpse alone!" Andrew eyed you with anticipation. It seemed like you needed to clarify some... things. But what?>Your origins and motivations. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what you heard them discussing, after all, and it would be helpful for Andrew to know that you meant no harm. >The story of your travels with Steele. Truncated, of course, but enough to get Andrew to trust you. He doesn't need to hear any specifics from before you met Steele, he just needs to know your intentions. >Yeah, what? Ask for Andrew to clarify what he wants. You want to know exactly what's being asked so that you don't give away too much immediately.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 26 Oct 2024 00:26:57 No. 6129344 Report Just a reminder that the Poképocalypse Rentry (
https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST ) and every document within it is being frequently updated! Check it out if you ever want to see the specifics of the quest's system or Walter's inventory and location! (Or, as a bonus, some snippets from his writings on the various neofauna of 1884 California!)
>>6128857 >>6128888 (thank you for the well-wishes!)
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>>6129334 >>6129339 >>6129341 >Your origins and motivations. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what you heard them discussing, after all, and it would be helpful for Andrew to know that you meant no harm. Might reveal some new stuff to us, and is beneficial to making this armed stranger trust us a bit more.
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>>6129341 >Your origins and motivations. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what you heard them discussing, after all, and it would be helpful for Andrew to know that you meant no harm. Steele hasn’t heard all our origins either. May as well share.
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>>6129341 >Your origins and motivations. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what you heard them discussing, after all, and it would be helpful for Andrew to know that you meant no harm. Anonymous
>>6129341 >Your origins and motivations. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what you heard them discussing, after all, and it would be helpful for Andrew to know that you meant no harm. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 27 Oct 2024 00:28:10 No. 6129923 Report "...ah came from New York." You felt yourself shying away instinctively, suddenly ashamed of hearing the name. You'd been trying to avoid thinking about it, after all, and here you were just blurting it out to a relative stranger. To your surprise, Andrew's expression actually softened at the mention. "Ah, fleein' from the situation?" A lump formed in your throat. You shook your head. "...n-no. Came a month ago, b'fore all that. I came here t'... study wildlife." Your eyes drifted down to the donkey you sat upon, diligently tracking a path through the tall grass to who-knew-where, just hoping it knew to go to Sacramento. "Then these neofauna appeared, an' I couldn't really help myself. It helps that I'm bein' paid, I s'ppose." That got a chuckle out of the stranger. "Sounds like a much better situation than what I'd expected. How much're you in for?" The two of you actually began to get on relatively well. He asked questions about anything except New York, you answered them to the best of your ability, then he fired back a response of his own. Both of you ended up sharing a deep interest in the new critters that you hadn't expected out of Andrew, with Steele begrudgingly tolerating a whole lot of Latin and Greek mumbo-jumbo while you explained your classifications of what you had seen to Andrew and he described all sorts of fearsome and new creatures you'd never heard of before. Living bullets with rose-like barbs pouring out of every orifice, miniature elephants, <span class="mu-i">in California,</span> small rabbit-looking things that would scream when disturbed... none of it sounded real, and yet you knew better than to assume as much by now. From what you could gather of his character, Andrew was also something of a loner. He'd been out on the frontier as recently as three years ago, spending his days with nobody but his horse while roaming the West, never seeking more company and being 'pleasantly surprised' that you were so amicable. He admitted his unfamiliarity with being surrounded by so many living creatures, only giving thanks that most of them were not human, and joked about how you were lucky to be near him with "so little of your cash in my pockets". Eventually the topic of family came up. Both of you had been trying to avoid it, but Steele had vocalized a thought about his parents upon the mention of some odd job you had done in New York and the both of you could no longer avoid the topic.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 27 Oct 2024 00:35:02 No. 6129925 Report Andrew immediately took charge, spitting out another question in a manner he'd clearly not thought through. "Surely you've got parents, haven't you, Walter?" You gave a firm nod. "Well-- of course I do, I had t' come from somewhere. They're... back in New York." You swallowed your unease and continued. "I've got more than them, even. Siblin's, dogs, lots of other family. It's a bit weird, only havin' you two an' my critters." Your fingers found themselves stroking Taylor's back, the enormous caterpillar's relaxed tenure as your newest scarf being briefly interrupted so that he could utter a pleased chitter, Mary bleating frustration at the fact that she wasn't getting the same attention. "It's quiet." Andrew and Steele seemed to find that equally amusing for reasons that you couldn't explain. The three of you ended up sharing a quiet amusement for no real reason soon after, none of you willing to be so open as to outright guffaw just yet, chuckling to yourselves or averting eye contact almost like a gaggle of schoolgirls near a pretty boy. ----- A few hours passed without issue or event. Things cooled off after the initial conversation, with avoidance of hostile neofauna or panicked wildlife taking precedence over any idle chitter-chatter. By the time the sun had surpassed its peak of the day, the three of you came upon a small town. A shoddy sign clued you in to its name: Tehama, population 333. The delightful number gave way to Steele's subsequent celebration. "Ah, a town so early! Andrew, my boy, you've helped us beyond measure!" He went on. "My oh my... it isn't a very small place either, is it?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 27 Oct 2024 00:36:04 No. 6129926 Report A great many people could be seen lining the town's streets. Women and children of all ages and sizes accompanied their dutiful husbands and fathers to work, to parks, to shops. The streets were equally-packed with neofauna... but people were far more distant from them here. Oddly enough, the people themselves did not seem to be distant out of fear or malice towards the creatures. The town populous seemed rather adjusted to the creatures, to the point where you managed to watch a small girl run over to one of the starry-haired dogs and try to play with it. The lingering unease, instead, came from the state militia officer who immediately separated the two and threatened the dog, pointing a rather shoddy revolver at its face before relenting. Mary skipped ahead of you and gazed upon the town with starry eyes, her tail briefly lighting up as she seemingly spotted another of her kind further into the town, Andrew's donkey braying at the sheep's energetic interference with its route and stopping. Andrew himself was the next to speak. "That it ain't. Tell you what, gentlemen." The man straightened his ten-gallon hat. "We have a ways to go 'til Sacramento, but I know another town not far from here that's a little less sketchy. There're less chinamen, lots o' grapes... no clue if we can get to it by daylight, but we could always take a gamble." Steele shrugged his shoulders. "I would be rather pleased whichever decision we make. This..." ...he squinted to read the sign... "Tehama area doesn't look all too dangerous, but I will admit that the grapes do intrigue me." "Buchanan! Surely you have something to say on the matter?">"Might as well stay here. It'll keep us away from the night critters 'n give us a day off 'til we need sleep. Plus, Mary's looking a bit curious about it..." >"No need t' play it safe. Let's head for that other town and stick t' gettin' to Sacramento first 'n foremost. All the sightseein' isn't what we're here for, 'n Andrew's right about the sketchiness." >"Why've we got t' choose between towns? Let's jus' get to Sacramento as soon as we can and camp where it's needed, yeah?"
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>>6129923 >>6129925 >>6129926 >"Might as well stay here. It'll keep us away from the night critters 'n give us a day off 'til we need sleep. Plus, Mary's looking a bit curious about it..." Mary shall not be separated from her fellow Mareep...
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>>6129931 +1
>>6129923 >Living bullets with rose-like barbs pouring out of every orifice Ferroseed
>miniature elephants Cufant
>small rabbit-looking things that would scream when disturbed Tandemaus
Certainly plenty of Steel types for Steele here
>>6129926 >one of the starry-haired dogs Who?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sun 27 Oct 2024 01:06:22 No. 6129960 Report >>6129951 >Who? Lillipup. It's really hard to come up with unique descriptors for my mom's terrier, so I just tried to make something of its vaguely star-shaped facial hair. Anonymous
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>>6129960 I see, thank you
>unique descriptors for my mom's terrier LITERALLY MY MOM'S DOG was such a gen 5 meme that it got put into Pokemon Clover as an actual 2-stage mon line Anonymous
>>6129951 >Cufant OR Phanpy!
>Tandemaus Possibly, but I was thinking Whismur...
>>6129931 >fellow Mareep Might lead to a love triangle. Pretty sure Andrew's Mudbray has a crush on Mary. They share an egg group, and he's obsessed with her. I wonder what our Walter will think of THAT, or his sheep laying a fucking EGG.
Anyway,
>>6129926 >"Might as well stay here. It'll keep us away from the night critters 'n give us a day off 'til we need sleep. Plus, Mary's looking a bit curious about it..." Anonymous
>>6129344 That's very convenient. Thank you QM!
>>6129926 >>"Might as well stay here. It'll keep us away from the night critters 'n give us a day off 'til we need sleep. Plus, Mary's looking a bit curious about it..." Anonymous
>>6129926 >>"Might as well stay here. It'll keep us away from the night critters 'n give us a day off 'til we need sleep. Plus, Mary's looking a bit curious about it..." PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
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>>6129931 >>6129951 >>6130030 >>6130101 >>6130139 Wow, yet another unanimous vote. I'll get to writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Mon 28 Oct 2024 00:05:23 No. 6130594 Report "Yeah. I'd rather we stay here. Ah reckon-- well, there's no harm 'n it, an' it'll keep us away from the night critters." You tried to prompt the donkey to keep going forward, but it seemed adamant that it wouldn't move until Mary did. You went on. "Mary's looking curious about somethin' over there, too, 'n she won't budge..." Andrew trotted ahead with his horse. "So it is, then. Ah guess we're stayin' round here." He turned back to the pair of you and his donkey. "I'll go find a stable 'n an inn. Don't got much interest in sightseein' right about now, so it's up t' you two if you wanna join me there or wander someplace else in town." You really didn't feel like staying at the inn for so long... so you and Steele both parted ways with Andrew (for the time being, hopefully) and made your way into town after Mary finally moved out of the way (by trying and failing to keep up with Andrew's horse). ----- Entering the town was almost comical. You'd spent an excrutiating amount of time convincing the officers that no, Taylor was in fact on your shoulders by choice and not actively attacking you and that no, Florian's crying was not going to pierce their eardrums or cause other kinds of physical damage. The implications of such a worry lingered with you even now, as you and Steele wandered through town looking for things to do. Were there neofauna with such sonic ability that they could burst eardrums just by crying? Andrew <span class="mu-i">had</span> mentioned something similar, but you'd assumed them to be someplace else in the country. Not here. Your affable acquaintance was as chipper as always, such implications not seeming to bother him as he took in the sights and sounds of the relatively unremarkable town. "Buchanan, I think I've spotted something that might be to your fancy..." He motioned towards a wide-open park absolutely teeming with creatures. Teeming really wasn't an exaggeration. It was hard to find a human amongst the absolute swarm of animals and neofauna, some coming into conflict while others seemed to peacefully coexist. You only realized that you'd been staring after Steele giving you a slap on the back. "Only acquainted for a month and I can already read you like a book. I must be improving!" He grinned. "Mary seems rather fond," the aforementioned sheep already pulling ahead of you and heading towards the park, "and it's good for your research." "But I've got other matters of importance to attend to," Steele adjusted his bowtie and smoothed his greying hair, "and I would rather not spend my time amongst so much neofauna for now. Perhaps you can take the donkey with you and go ahead?" >Go ahead and enjoy the park without Steele. Mary's excited, you're excited, and the donkey is at the very least ambivalent. Why not? >Try to convince Steele to stay with you. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to, and given how he's eyeing the barber shop... those 'matters of importance' might be a little overblown anyways. >Write-in.
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>>6130594 >Go ahead and enjoy the park without Steele. Mary's excited, you're excited, and the donkey is at the very least ambivalent. Why not? Anonymous
>>6130594 >Go ahead and enjoy the park without Steele. Mary's excited, you're excited, and the donkey is at the very least ambivalent. Why not? Anonymous
>>6130594 >>Go ahead and enjoy the park without Steele. Mary's excited, you're excited, and the donkey is at the very least ambivalent. Why not? Maybe we should also take notes. I don't assume we have seen every single mon in this park before.
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>>6130594 >>Go ahead and enjoy the park without Steele. Mary's excited, you're excited, and the donkey is at the very least ambivalent. Why not? PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 29 Oct 2024 02:14:23 No. 6131154 Report >>6130629 >>6130630 >>6130639 >>6130640 >>6130871 Locking it in for this unanimous vote!
Will have to post tomorrow. Today was way busier than I anticipated and I only just got free. Should have this entry out by noon tomorrow though. Sorry for the delay.
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>>6131154 >doing this shit for free >still apologizes for not meeting a schedule This is an incredibly common theme among QMs. Y’all are the most humble people on the internet, at least the ones I’ve run into. And I mean that in the best way I possibly can.
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>>6131346 But anon, the /qst/tists expect their entries perfectly on time! How will they live without a dose of Poképocalypse-fueled joy to make their day?
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>>6131359 I do it for her.
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>>6131418 ...That looks awesome. Did you make this (excluding the Mareep pictures which I can find online) yourself?
And yes, we indeed do it for her :)
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>>6131464 Just me and Photoshop.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 29 Oct 2024 20:05:15 No. 6131603 Report Quoted By:
Well, it's probably morning somewhere. I'm writing now
at 4pm and the entry will be out today.
>>6131346 I'm flattered, though I really just want to make sure i'm sticking to a schedule. Part of starting this quest was to sharpen up my creative discipline a bit and I don't want to skimp on that.
>>6131418 Another one for the fanart folder. This is adorable, anon. :)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 29 Oct 2024 21:19:40 No. 6131654 Report "Sure thing, Steele." You grinned at the old man and waved him goodbye, following your far woolier friend into the park with only a brief look back. A barber shop... what important business could Steele have to do there? ~~~~~ "What? He's just a funny-lookin' donkey, what 'n the world is stoppin' you?" My old hat joined my hands on the counter, momentarily, as I glared at the idiot behind this crappy wooden counter. "Laws, sir. We can't house these creatures no more, these 'weird-lookin' animals. Governor's orders," he insisted. "Fuck the governor, ah'm talkin' about you 'n yer business! I'm offerin' you free money and you're turnin' me away?" I couldn't believe it. All I was asking for was a place for Buckwheat to spend the night. "I've got no choice in the matter, sir," he continued, "and I'd rather you not speak like that 'round here." Cute, he was trying to sound tough. "I'm sure you can find a place for him somewhere outside." "In a town like this..." I trailed off. There was no way I'd let him sleep out in the open-- that would be like begging the Lord himself to break another bone of his, and I wasn't going to get stuck <span class="mu-i">here</span> of all places. Instead of finishing up my sentence, I just spat out a resignation. "Pah. Ah'll find some other <span class="mu-i">stable.</span>" I don't trust that those laws of his really mean anything, given what that Walter kid was able to do with that big bug-scarf of his. "Ah'm sure there's another one 'n town." That seemed to offend the man enough to raise his voice. "And none of them'll take him! Not one in any other village, town, or city in the state! You heard what I said, you... you..." I waited politely as the man choked on his own anger. When he was finally done indulging himself, he forced out the weakest insult i'd ever heard. "...absolute cactus!!" Better that than a few other things I could name, I supposed. I withdrew the cash I'd gotten from that Thomas fellow and started towards the door, putting my hat on as I went. Dora was waiting for me outside, greeting me with one of her old huffs, stuffing her chin into my palm as always. I climbed her with no effort, slipping into her saddle and giving her the obligatory neck slap to get her going, reading the sign on the door of the stable as we set off. It felt like a joke now. "Equal treatment for all equines... yeah, right." "C'mon Dora, we've got a better stable t' find." ~~~~~
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 29 Oct 2024 21:25:20 No. 6131656 Report The amount of variety in this relatively small park alone was <span class="mu-i">inspiring.</span> Tiny rodents with hypnotic eyes and built-in masks (maybe twisted relatives of racoons?!)! Enormous centipedes with poison <span class="mu-i">dripping</span> from every part of them and cries like nails on a chalkboard! You and Mary had taken up residence by a small pond, and you'd almost felt blessed to be shot with a gun of water soon after. A small flock of blue, fluffy ducklings were trying to ward you off, sprinkling your face and clothes with water and trying to blow wind at your face... a few splashes of water was all it took to somehow scare them off, and the incident left you laughing like a child next to a very confused Mary. That was honestly what this felt like at times: childlike. Like all the playfighting you'd do with the pups back home when they were little, or all the running around you'd do in the stables and pens. Even watching Mary brought back a distant memory of running between sheep in a flock... it was a miracle you hadn't been squished by them, come to think of it. There was little wonder as to why your mother had been so worried. You shook that thought away. For the first time in quite a while now, it was hard not to feel intense joy-- joy without caveat, no less. Despite how strange the surroundings were-- despite the fact that the little starlings on bush's branches would get into dogfight-like brawls with their prey instead of just doing the deed, despite the fact that the lilypads were now walking and the fish were now jumping higher than the trees, despite the fact that you were currently massaging a sleepy bug on your shoulders... it all felt so normal, in the moment. Like this was how your life was meant to be from the start. Florian was having a whale of a time. You'd let the little guy go with Mary, gallivanting around with his slowly-rotting nutberry companion without a care in the world, stopping to study every flower like it was a school assignment and constantly squeaking things in your or Mary's direction. To your surprise, Taylor seemed almost <span class="mu-i">responsive</span> to the squeaks, leading you on a long tangent that took up 3 entire pages of your notebook-- what if they could speak with each other? Did they have a universal lingua franca, no matter the species-- chittering with delight or curiosity and always making sure to chitter things back to you like some kind of strange interpreter. It was a freeing sensation. To just lay in the grass, writing about all these wondrous beings, letting Taylor crawl around on your shirt and fix up any ripped patches or watching Florian and Mary try to approach one of the centipedes without getting its attention, leaning slightly on Andrew's donkey and feeling its slow heart beat against your head... to live the rest of your life like this, you would give anything.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 29 Oct 2024 21:26:21 No. 6131657 Report And-- ho, what a marvel! You couldn't help but straighten up as you saw a familiar red glow in the distance. A vague red light on the ever-blurrier horizon... Mary certainly noticed the newcomer, racing off to meet with this new stranger while Florian toddled back to you. Catching up with Mary confirmed your suspicions and then some. The pair of you were greeted... by an entire <span class="mu-i">herd</span> of Khrysomallon on the horizon, moving north. This newcomer, however... seemed to be stranded. Stuck in the park and further isolated by the town around it. The blue sheep baah'd and baah'd, clearly eliciting sympathy from your very own. The road to the rest of the herd was clogged by people, likely easy for you to navigate but (perhaps) impossibly big for someone like Mary. >Stay in the park and leave the sheep be. You're not sure how it got this far from the pack, but if it managed this on its own then it might be able to get back fine... >Help the sheep out of the town as best you can. Staying in the park is very nice, and you'd like to do it, but this shouldn't take so long as to make returning an impossibility. >Write-in.
Anonymous
>>6131657 >Help the sheep out of the town as best you can. Staying in the park is very nice, and you'd like to do it, but this shouldn't take so long as to make returning an impossibility. Anonymous
>>6131654 >>6131656 >>6131657 >Help the sheep out of the town as best you can. Staying in the park is very nice, and you'd like to do it, but this shouldn't take so long as to make returning an impossibility. Mary would never look at us again if we just let her fellow Mareep be separated from its flock.
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>>6131656 >Enormous centipedes with poison dripping from every part of them and cries like nails on a chalkboard! There's wild Scolipede plural here in the park and they aren't destroying everything or being a massive threat? They're willingly being chill? Impressive
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Tue 29 Oct 2024 22:08:28 No. 6131682 Report Quoted By:
>>6131679 I probably should have toned down the language. They're Venipede, not Scolipede. ...actually, come to think of it, would most people even recognize Scolipede as a centipede? It's got 4 legs and no visible mandibles, plus it's enormous and not very flat. Hm. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Thu 31 Oct 2024 00:49:25 No. 6132395 Report Alright, anons, I've got to be up by 6am tomorrow and I have the entire day booked until 9ish. If i go to bed in 20 minutes and miraculously fall asleep in an instant, I'll be able to get by on about 8 hours of sleep. To that end, I'm going to give myself a couple days of rest so that I don't completely crash and burn. My sleep schedule's already not been great and I'm now facing a very eventful 31st with maybe 20 hours of sleep across the entire week, so I'd like to maximize my time in dreamland and pass on the quest 'til then to avoid total brain death. TL;DR: Happy Halloween! Enjoy the blinking sheep. I'll be trying desperately to reclaim some lost sleep and doing costumey stuff with candy. <span class="mu-s">Poképocalypse will return on November 1st!</span>
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>>6132395 Happy Halloween, QM
Anonymous
>>6131657 >>Help the sheep out of the town as best you can. Staying in the park is very nice, and you'd like to do it, but this shouldn't take so long as to make returning an impossibility. >>6132395 Have a happy Halloween QM!
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>>6132395 Don't stretch yourself too thin, QM. We'll be awaiting the return of this quest whenever you are feeling good enough to do it again.
Do have a happy Halloween though. I am kind of envious, my country doesn't celebrate it yet.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 02 Nov 2024 01:23:16 No. 6133661 Report Quoted By:
>>6131669 >>6131670 >>6131678 >>6131679 >>6132424 Locking in the unanimous response for helping the sheep.
Linking update post
>>6133657 here for visibility. Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 02 Nov 2024 04:05:17 No. 6133727 Report What, were you just going to leave this poor abandoned sheep behind? Nay, no way! That'd be naught but cruelty! You gave Mary a smile and prompted her to follow. The sheep soon fell in behind her, following along without hesitation. ...however, something seemed off. Taylor, clinging to the front of your shirt with mild concern, wouldn't stop shooting glances at the thing. Mary was mostly preoccupied with smiling at you and weaving in-between crowds of people, but every time she looked back she seemed to get more and more unnerved. Their anxieties began to rub off on you. You felt your heart knocking on the door of your chest, promptly being brought to cool as you realized you weren't in danger, repeating the process every five or so minutes and eventually triumphing over your rebellious organ. It was a mystery as to why. The sheep looked perfectly normal, even glancing at you with eyes that were uncannily close to Mary's. You could've sworn you saw it smile once or twice, similarly, too. You, too, were more preoccupied with giving forlorn glances back to the park. You'd come back, you swore, before the end of the day. There was just <span class="mu-i">too much</span> to leave undocumented there. For now, however, you had higher priorities... As the herd of Khrysomallon drew nearer and nearer, Mary began to shift her trajectory. Now, instead of the bounding ball of woolly dreams heading for the horizon that she had been, she'd begun drifting closer and closer to your leg-- notably, further and further away from the lone sheep that trailed her. On occasion she got so close that she'd lightly bump into you, prompting your leg hairs to stand on end and only reminding you of that sinking feeling. The reason as to why seemed unclear. Every time you looked back, you saw a sheep. Further still, when you got closer and tried to inspect the thing, you could see no issue with its appearance nor any fault in its voice-- it seemed able to baah rather normally. But the longer you walked, the more that baah started to sound... repetitive. Like a mechanical animal toy that could only croak or chirp one way over and over again. By the time you'd reached the outskirts of town, Taylor had come to rest around your neck once more. His head was so firmly directed at the newcomer that you felt your shoulder begin to hurt as he pressed it into your socket. Mary, too, was now keeping her distance. You could no longer ignore the suspicions-- you began nitpicking in the back of your head, thinking and thinking, wondering <span class="mu-i">why</span> you felt this way. And once you'd finally made your way to the flock... you finally realized what was off.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 02 Nov 2024 04:07:19 No. 6133728 Report The smell. The sheep didn't smell like Mary did. It was close, sure-- it smelled almost like an odd distortion of her, of a different sheep from a different place... or, well, not very sheepy actually. It... hm. It didn't sound like her, either, come to think of it. You'd heard that baah so many times now that it seemed almost routine. In the exact same inontation, over and over. The sheep's eyes stared into yours, their inky darkness matching Mary's. Yet you saw no life in them. No spark that indicated their honesty. The sparkles that'd regularly dance around Mary's pupils were absent in favor of an unsettling stare. "Baah." There it went, again. In the same... panicked voice. Yet it was smiling, looking at you like nothing was wrong. It was wandering towards the Khrysomallon now. You could see some of the sheep at the farthest edges of their herd noticing the wayward sheep, their reactions far more... <span class="mu-i">mixed</span> than Mary's had been, with some keeping their distance and others tilting heads out of curiosity. Few, if any, approached. You glanced around for support, finding nothing but an open dirt plain on both sides of you and a throng of unrelated people far to your north. It was just a sheep. Why were you so unsettled by it?>Get over yourself and allow it to rejoin the flock. Even if it sounds weird and smells off, there is every possibility that it has some kind of condition and isn't actually a threat. It hasn't done anything to you, it hasn't really proven itself a threat... you're overreacting. >Try to block its re-entry. You don't know why. You just have a bad feeling and you want to follow through on it. >Write-in.
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>>6133727 >>6133728 >Try to block its re-entry. You don't know why. You just have a bad feeling and you want to follow through on it. This feels like a potential wolf in sheep's clothing.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 02 Nov 2024 04:11:26 No. 6133730 Report <span class="mu-s">This will be the last post of this thread. I'll lock in the results here and use the outcome as the OP for thread #3.</span> Thread 3 itself will be... later. I'm dealing with some issues, as I detailed in the aforementioned update post, and going to take some time off. <span class="mu-s">Poképocalypse will most certainly return before 2025,</span> but the exact timing is very up in the air right now. <span class="mu-s">I will give specifics when I have them in /qtg/,</span> or the Discord if for some unholy reason I'm unable to use 4chan again. I really, truly appreciate all of you for sticking with this quest! It's been a blast to write and worldbuild and I'm absolutely flattered to have a consistent audience! I'll be thinking about this throughout my time off-- you bet your ass I'll be spending some of that resting time worldbuilding behind the scenes-- and I hope to see you all again soon. But for now, I need to prioritize my health and return when I'm a bit more fit to write. I can't wait until that day arrives. Thank you all for reading, and I'll see you next thread. (suptg archive will be linked here when suptg starts working again. If it doesn't by page 11, i'll link archived.moe instead and give it a special section in the rentry.)
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>>6133728 >Try to block its re-entry. You don't know why. You just have a bad feeling and you want to follow through on it. I don't think this is a Ditto. Dittos don't give of this degree of unsettling vibes, do they?
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>>6133728 >Try to block its re-entry. You don't know why. You just have a bad feeling and you want to follow through on it. >>6133730 We'll see you when life allows. Thank you so much for running such a cool quest, and please come back if you're able.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:kiPPcqUs Sat 02 Nov 2024 13:26:02 No. 6133930 Report Quoted By:
>>6133730 >suptg archive will be linked here when suptg starts working again. Oh hey, speak of the devil.
<span class="mu-s">The thread is now officially archived HERE!:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival</span> ;
>>6133779 >please come back if you're able. Don't worry anon, <span class="mu-s">I am absolutely not abandoning it here</span>. I love this thing too much haha. I'll come back for sure (before the year, even, as I previously stated), unless for some reason that strange possible sickness kills me first. I really hope it doesn't, but the good news is that it doing so is quite unlikely.
<span class="mu-s">Keep your eyes on the rentry (
https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST ) and /qtg/ for a specific return date.</span> I'll update those two places with specifics when I get them.
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>>6133728 >>Write-in. "Quick word of advice to you, but you might want to advertise yourself as security to people rather than trying to sneak in. I have met illusionists before."