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<span class="mu-i">In an alternate 1884, an aspiring naturalist seeks to study a new type of fauna...</span>
Our great United States have recently been assaulted by all manner of alien fiends! From fire-breathing anteaters to steel-clad birds of prey, all of America has been thrown into a state of turmoil as superpowered creatures, commonly referred to as demons, rampage across the land, destroying countless settlements and wreaking havoc wherever they go!
And yet, despite their catastrophic affects on this great country, there remain small sects of humanity that believe these creatures to be the key to a new world... a new world of co-existence, in which humanity needs fear them no longer...
Walter Roy Buchanan is one such man! He finds himself accompanied by three of these alien companions-- an electric sheep with great gusto, an oversized silkworm with a gentle disposition, and an infant nature spirit with the ability to paralyze his foes! All three of them are near and dear to his heart-- dear enough to convince him to endorse a small group of likeminded people, known as Staters, in defense of their safety.
But Walter does not accompany himself solely with these new beings. Alongside him are also two human companions-- Thomas J. Steele, a wealthy businessman and politician who was stranded further north alongside Walter, and a certain "Andrew" figure who's been hired by him to defend and ferry-around both Steele and Buchanan! Both men have naturally picked up demonic companions of their own, though only Andrew seems as interested in them as Mr. Buchanan.
In the present day, Buchanan and his companions reside in Sacramento for an indeterminate length of time. Mr. Buchanan wishes to return to his home state of New York, fearing for the safety of his family there after a series of statewide tragedies, but has yet to finish the studies that brought him to California in the first place. He is further anchored to the city by the offerings of a retired Civil War general, tempting him to help him with a small activist movement meant to depose the newest Governor of California, Collis Porter Huntington, after his most recent acts of law have begun actively targeting demons inhabiting the entire state. He claims there to be something rotten in the city of Sacramento... but is it Buchanan's responsibility to fix it?
Well, dear player, that all depends on you.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 08 Feb 2025 15:41:47 No. 6191968 Report >Saturday, August 16th, 1884. The usual Californian heat is kept at bay by a late-summer breeze. You slowly let your hand drift away from Mary's ears, returning it to the picnic table you sat at. Andrew and Steele were still chatting amongst themselves, the former's attention drifting from the latter as Buckwheat demanded a piece of pancake from Andrew's half-full plate. "This's my food, kid. Go play with the chick, leave me alone." The chick in question was busy pecking away at the same patch of grass Mary was grazing on, and Buckwheat's response to such a suggestion was prompt and sharp: Andrew soon found himself brushing dirt off of his food, groaning at the state of his pancakes after the muddied donkey had decided Andrew didn't deserve them. You held back a laugh while Steele apologized for the occurrence, offering to buy Andrew a new serving... ----- Once the three of you were done with your breakfasts, you floated the idea of getting some training in to the other two. "It'll help keep the neofauna calmer an' it'll make them stronger," you argued, "which'll keep us safer." Andrew quickly got on board with the idea, but Steele seemed more apprehensive. "Are you sure such a dangerous activity is necessary? Indiana here does a fine job as-is," he stroked a hand across the mole's head, "and Andrew is on my payroll specifically to prevent such misfortune." The aforementioned buffalo hunter spoke next. "You shouldn't just be relyin' on me for that. Guns don't do much against the kinds'a threats we seem t' be attractin' to us like flies." There was a bit of silence... before Steele conceded. "I'll watch you two for a while, if it helps. Then I'll see if it would be worth the investment." With that, both you and Andrew quickly took to training your little monsters in the grassy field you found yourselves in. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 08 Feb 2025 15:42:48 No. 6191969 Report The two of you had thought to begun with another battle against each other, but abandoned the idea after Andrew's chick nearly lit Taylor on fire. It wasn't worth the time it would take for both parties to heal, you'd reasoned, and instead the two of you pivoted to training against whatever wild neofauna came your way. You'd thought the suggestion questionable. Andrew had been entirely on board. Yet, once you realized the main alternative would have been too close to property damage for comfort, you went along with it. Mary found herself zapping down all manner of strange birds-- the monochrome starlings, regular old sparrows and, at one point, even one of those oversized eagle chicks. She didn't last long once that one came back to its senses, and you soon swapped her out for Taylor... who'd instead spent his time harassing the various red-eyed rats that roamed the area. Andrew's training was much more tame than yours. He seemed much more focused on getting his neofauna to obey instructions than training them to be any stronger. He seemed to be struggling with the task-- especially in regards to Buckwheat, who seemed confused by the very concept of directions, and you soon abandoned your own party to try and teach him how to direct his. ----- Morning turned to midday. Midday turned to afternoon. Afternoon... ...the sun was already beginning to set. You laid back in the field, Mary trotting over to accompany you, exhausted. Your voice was sore from the amount of commands you'd given-- the amount of talking you'd done. That's what you'd figured, anyways. Maybe it had more to do with the speech you'd given last evening..? Andrew was the polar opposite of you. The more you'd instructed him, the more inflamed he'd seemed to become at the prospect. You were watching him, now, trying and succeeding to command his small orange chick to scratch a tree trunk. It was a little victory, for sure, but one that Andrew seemed to treasure greatly. He ran over to his critter and gave it gentle praise, ruffling its feathers and smiling ever so slightly. Steele had sat the entire thing out. He'd mentioned wanting to join in a few times but never acted upon it. "This isn't my field of expertise," he'd claimed, "and I would rather leave you two to it." The bulky businessman sat at the same park bench he'd spent his entire day at, his expression a mix of fake intrigue and honest boredom. You were just about done training for the day, but Andrew seemed like he could spend the entire night on his chick alone. That gave you an idea...>Leave Andrew in the field and return to the heart of the city with Steele. A walk could help get things off his mind. >Return to training and try to convince Steele to join in this time. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] >Stay in the field and just... talk with Steele. It wouldn't hurt to get to know the man a little more. >There was a show in town! Try to get both Andrew and Steele to go to it with you. >Write-in.
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>>6191968 >>6191969 The thread intros are looking evermore slick. Nice job, QM.
>Stay in the field and just... talk with Steele. It wouldn't hurt to get to know the man a little more. Small write-in about what to ask:
- What is he doing in government?
- How and when will Steele want to depart for the East?
- How will he deal with Indiana's (the mole, not the state) battle-lust if he doesn't want to train him?
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>>6191969 >Return to training and try to convince Steele to join in this time. [Roll 1d100, Bo3] Anonymous
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>>6191969 These are good questions, all.
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>>6191985 +1
Finally caught up with this, good job QM.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 09 Feb 2025 22:03:39 No. 6193115 Report (posting tomorrow, I have somehow caught an impromptu, very low-grade fever and haven't been able to write shit for the entire day. I blame the curse. Hopefully it will be gone by tomorrow since it's only like 38ish Celsius. It's good to see everyone again-- I'll do what I can to have a post up tomorrow!)
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>>6193115 Cute art.
>I blame the curse. I blame cold/flu/covid season being a triple whammy these dark years. At least three QMs have been struck by it this weekend, and I've had a persistent cough myself. Get well soon, QM!
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>>6193115 Get well soon, QM. We'll be there when the next update drops.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 10 Feb 2025 17:58:52 No. 6193678 Report Quoted By:
(fever's not gone, but it's gone enough to write, so:
>>6191985 >>6192006 >>6192154 >>6192661 >>6192775 >>6192859 >>6193020 we'll be chatting with Steele! Writing.)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 10 Feb 2025 22:49:51 No. 6193830 Report Why not spend some time with Steele? You had ignored him yesterday, after all, and the man seemed rather bereft of things to do today. You sifted through what you could do with him in your head-- he didn't want to train, so you wouldn't ask him to. He didn't seem especially thrill-seeking, so going to a show could be left for later. You settled on having a conversation... after your throat had gotten a little bit of rest. It'd have been no use to talk when you were that sore, after all. So, after you spent some time relaxing in the plush, grassy fields, you got to your feet and joined Steele at the picnic table. "Hey, Steele." You greeted him with a small wave. The aforementioned businessman was quickly delighted by your presence, a grin overtaking his face. "Oh, Buchanan!" He rubbed his nose. "Finally, you've come to rescue me from watching such tedium," he chuckled. You were surprised he could find tedium in such a task. Sure, Andrew kept giving the same command to his chick, but the chick responded differently each time. It was part of the big problem he'd been having with training it. "Ah guess this isn't really in your wheelhouse?" Steele shook his head. "No, I wouldn't say so." He stroked Indiana's head, seemingly unable to keep himself still once he'd started talking. "There is too much farming in it. Too much toiling away at a force of nature that hasn't got a chance in the world of listening t' you." Odd, why was he being so pessimistic? Steele continued. "I must apologize for the harsh description-- I've just never been one for animals, you must understand." His eyes drifted to Taylor, asleep on your shoulders, then back to Indiana in his lap. "Neofauna are thankfully smarter than the average hound... but I cannot in good faith say that they are much more fascinating. Even with all their miracles, I find myself more interested in the affairs of any given human." This prompted the mole to clamber out of Steele's lap and onto the table, turning back towards the businessman and stretching an elongated claw out towards his hand. It was an odd sight-- the mole didn't seem to understand what Steele was saying, but was reacting like Steele... needed reassurance? And Steele had taken the mole's claw as if he'd agreed. You changed the topic. "Well, you seem pretty endeared t' little Indiana. How are you..." You trailed off. You didn't want to be rude, and it was a bit of a rude suggestion. "Yes?" Steele prompted you to continue, so you did. "How exactly are you goin' to... handle him?" The businessman blanked for a moment. "Elucidate, please."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 10 Feb 2025 22:50:52 No. 6193831 Report You weren't sure what that word meant, but you figured it had something to do with wanting more information. "Well-- from what Andrew'n I have studied," your eyes drifted down to the table, "they're feisty creatures. They need t' do this or it builds up 'nside of 'em an' they get restless. Like little kids." A thought struck you... but you kept on going. "Indiana's one of 'em," you pointed to the mole, "so he'll need t' start trainin' eventually. I don't think he'd serve well as just a pet." Steele chuckled. "You can put any worries of him serving me as a pet to sleep, Buchanan." He moved Indiana to his right as gently as he could. "I see him more as a friend or a bodyguard, and he seems to share the sentiment. He'll... get his fix from defending me, I think." You raised a brow. "Isn't that what you're payin' Andrew t' do?" Steele nodded. "Yes, from human threats. I doubt his guns will do much against the creatures we have faced so far." You wanted to object, but instantly recalled the metal-eaters. The moles, too... they would be rather hard to shoot. "Well... what about when you get back t' Indiana, then? What'll he do for you there?" The businessman's expression sagged a bit. "Well..." His once-booming voice began to quiet. "I'm sure Indiana will get plenty of exercise there too. The whole world's in danger right now, after all, and Indiana is still part of this world!" That was quite the exaggeration-- oh, you'd forgotten to ask something important. "When are you goin' there, anyways? Back t' Indiana?" Steele's mustache bristled. After you gave him a confused apology, he answered your question. "Well, I have no intentions of leaving you on your own, Buchanan. Not for a long time. I appreciate your efforts and grealty enjoy your company-- it would be silly to abandon you during a time in which I can't return home without a grand journey across these fair States." His expression drifted off again. "It would be much easier if we could find a working train, but I doubt such a thing exists on this side of the Pacific anymore. Besides, I'm... having fun." You'd gathered as much. Yet... hearing Steele stay it aloud refreshed the surprise it once brought you. "In this kind'a world..." You chuckled. "Ah really gotta tell you, you've made things a bit more fun for me as well. You're good at cheerin' people up." That brought a smile to the old man's face. "You must've had no time gettin' elected t' whatever... politic thingy you're doin' right now." "To the House." Steele clarified. Wait, did he mean <span class="mu-i">the</span> House or some mayoral position? Something else? "Of Representatives?" Steele nodded. "Indiana, sixth district. Three years and counting." A bit of pride entered his expression, though it seemed fleeting.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 10 Feb 2025 22:51:53 No. 6193832 Report You didn't know much about politics. Hell, the Stater speech was probably the most political you had ever gotten. But you knew that the House of Representatives was a big deal. To you, it was only two steps removed from the top: the presidency of the entire country. "Wow, ah... congratulations!" That prompted a guffaw from the old man. "Oh, please, I've had enough of that kind of praise already. Besides, you're three years too late, Buchanan. Get with the times!" He smiled from ear to ear. His laughter was infectious, as seemed to be standard by this point, and you jabbed right back at him. The two of you exchanged friendly insults for a time, keeping up conversation as the sun began to sink into the bottom of the sky, your loud chatter waning as the sunlight shied away from your table and into the abyss below the horizon. <><><><><> Andrew had kept training even into the late hours of the day. Apparently last night's long night at a rowdy saloon wasn't enough to convince him to sleep earlier. After you'd insisted that he join you and Steele at the hotel, all he'd done was down a shot of Bourbon and insist he was going to be fine. He'd ignored any further attempts to dissuade him, and you eventually left the man to his own devices after he'd started shouting commands louder than you could argue. Now you lay in bed, once again, the day having flown by you like a bullet past your ear. You pulled out the day's newspaper. You'd grabbed it on the way here. It would've been foolish not to, you told yourself, after what yesterday had brought. To your great relief, today seemed comparatively uneventful. There was scant discussion of any disastrous misfortune.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 10 Feb 2025 22:53:13 No. 6193834 Report There was a small article dedicated to how the people of New York were seeking help and rebuilding after the earthquake. Aftershocks had struck places as far away as Pennsylvania, it'd stated, and help was being solicited from all of New England. That was the front page for the day. Behind a wall of advertisements, you sifted through a brief business section. Trade with China had been ceased recently, at least in Europe, after an incident involving a Dutch merchant and a cup of tea somehow assaulting him. That was pretty humorous, you'd thought, though part of you also knew that such a thing was almost plausible in this chaotic new age. America was considering following suit... hopefully there would be some investigation into the incident first. The final page was cluttered with more ads, mixed in with cries for help or outrage against various occurrences in the city. A man had been caught selling gin to children, which had prompted an especially passionate "woman of temperance" to write in to the paper. A teenaged child had ridden one of Andrew's donkeys into a store and been kicked out. The paper included an illustration showing a horrified shopkeeper and an absolutely thrilled young boy in the midst of trashed merchandise and a broken wall... an illustration that seemed to originate from the shopkeeper himself, if the subtitle was to be believed, who'd come to the papers to complain about such incidents. After an advertisement lauding the "thrills and chills" a trip to the Brazilian Empire's Amazon would surely provide you, complete with bragging about the deaths of an entire platoon within its "hidden, overgrown depths" and asking an exorbitant price of $50 just for transportation, you rolled the paper up and stowed it away in your trunk. The night was young, and you felt it best to get to sleep... but part of you thought it better to do something else. It wasn't as late as yesterday, after all. You could cram something else in.>But you better not. Just go to sleep and rest well. Tomorrow will be easier with a full night's sleep. >Go find Andrew and make sure he's okay. Just in case. >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? >Write-in.
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>>6193834 >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? We love our studying.
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>>6193834 >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? Anonymous
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>>6193834 Sinistea and Polchageist menacing the Dutch and Chinese is a hilarious mental image.
The Amazon... Wonder if anyone will find a Mew? >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? Anonymous
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>>6193834 >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? Anonymous
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>>6193834 >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? We're nothing if not a masterful naturalist. Plus, I wanna see the reaction to more ghost type Pokémon. It's one thing to have them listed as demons, but straight up substantial supernatural phenomena? That needs studying. Also I wonder how Pokémon that evolve to trade holding certain items are going to work, like Electrivire, Magmortar or Gengar.
Also, good to see you back QM! I was looking forward to seeing this quest again! Do you make all these banners yourself?
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>>6193830 >>6193831 >>6193832 >>6193834 >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? Next night we sleep early. Waltur shouldn't become an insomniac just because of all the nightly critters.
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>>6193834 >Go search for creatures. You haven't done much studying this late at night-- maybe there are some nocturnal neofauna you're missing out on? Maybe Andrew can tag along if we see him outside; who knows what lurks in the dark now? At least we should make use of our two remaining nutberries while they are unspoiled.
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>>6193834 >Go find Andrew and make sure he's okay. Just in case. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 12 Feb 2025 00:47:19 No. 6194604 Report Rolled 36 (1d100) 4chan is complaining about quoting people again. Imagine all your posts are here and (You)'d appropriately. We're searching for creatures! >Do you make all these banners yourself? Yes, but not the art. I make the banners mostly by searching through my <span class="mu-i">never-ending</span> stash of fanart (pic related) and applying the text appropriately. I've been considering cropping future banners to stay within a certain aspect ratio since I kept losing thread 3 on the catalogue due to its banner being way wider than the other threads', but I haven't decided anything for sure yet. Glad to have you back.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 12 Feb 2025 02:46:41 No. 6194698 Report <><><><><> You hadn't even considered studying neofauna late at night before. Such a thing seemed like a fool's errand without proper lighting. Yet here you stood, on the outskirts of Sacramento, scanning the area for any sign of movement. It wasn't anywhere near as easy to see as it would've been during daytime. You could only see about a foot or two in front of you, and even that was a little unclear due to just how dark it was. At least Mary was helping you see that much. When you looked up to try and see the stars, you were met with such overwhelming darkness that, for just a moment... it was hard not to wonder if this world really <span class="mu-i">was</span> inhabited by demons. Abandoned by God. But... you threw that thinking aside once Mary stumbled over to you and lay her weary head upon the side of your leg. She was a good reminder of why you'd abandoned such thought in the first place. You lowered yourself into the grass, crossing your legs and pulling out your notebook, giving Mary some scratches while you waited for any kind of motion... only to be met with something strange. Nothing. For a long while, there was nothing but silence. It was like the entire field was just... dead. All you could hear was the wind brushing against your cold cheek, the scratching you were giving Mary, and her contented bleats. You'd resigned yourself to reading over your notes and fixing small mistakes, doing little more than listening carefully, as you tried to keep yourself awake. Then... you finally saw something. Light. Far to your left, from behind... something that you could only make out in silhouette, you saw a warm glow. You jumped to your feet, notebook in one hand and a command for Mary to rise with you in your other, the sheep protesting at your sudden change of direction until noticing the aberration herself. The light grew closer. It began creeping across the rock it had emerged from, its warmth overwhelming the cool grey surface of the stone, illuminating its many cracks and dimples as it crept down to light up... the dry grass beneath it. You began to approach, doing your best to keep Mary quiet by whispering orders and keeping yourself hunched over. The light grew stronger and stronger, spilling out from behind the stone like an inconsistent waterfall, growing from a faint whisper of yellow into a chorus of warm orange hues and light red highlights--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 12 Feb 2025 02:47:42 No. 6194701 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">FWOOSH</span></span> You and Mary were thrown backwards! The pair of you tumbled into the grass, backs first, as something <span class="mu-i">flew</span> by you. The flash of heat that followed it confirmed your suspicions-- the flaming horse from two nights ago had returned to haunt you! But was it the same-- you winced, peeling yourself off the ground to try and look in its direction-- was it the same specific horse? Was it another member of the species? You spotted the fire it brought with it disappearing into the horizon, running behind a tree... then looping back and heading <span class="mu-i">straight for you.</span> Mary forced herself up, letting out a loud bleat ending in a <span class="mu-i">crackle</span> you'd hardly heard before, standing tall and running in front of you to protect you. But the horse was coming at you fast-- You had little time. You had to act <span class="mu-i">now.</span>>Roll out of the way and shout for Mary to follow. >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to [insert one of the following depending on what you want:] Shock the horse! / try to Tackle the horse's side! / go for the horse's knees! / Tackle the horse head-on! / Write-in another strategy!>Join Mary in making a lot of noise! Shout something loud and short in the hopes that it'll catch the horse off-guard. >Write-in. <span class="mu-r">No matter which option you choose, please roll 1 d 100!</span> Best of 3 rules will be used.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 12 Feb 2025 02:53:20 No. 6194709 Report <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">FWOOSH</span></span> You and Mary were thrown backwards! The pair of you tumbled into the grass, backs first, as something <span class="mu-i">flew</span> by you. The flash of heat that followed it confirmed your suspicions-- the flaming horse from two nights ago had returned to haunt you! But was it the same-- you winced, peeling yourself off the ground to try and look in its direction-- was it the same specific horse? Was it another member of the species? You spotted the fire it brought with it disappearing into the horizon, running behind a tree... then looping back and heading <span class="mu-i">straight for you.</span> Mary forced herself up, letting out a loud bleat ending in a <span class="mu-i">crackle</span> you'd hardly heard before, standing tall and running in front of you to protect you. But the horse was coming at you fast-- You had little time. You had to act <span class="mu-i">now.</span>>Roll out of the way and shout for Mary to follow. >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to [insert one of the following depending on what you want:] Shock the horse! / try to Tackle the horse's side! / go for the horse's knees! / Tackle the horse head-on! / Write-in another strategy!>Join Mary in making a lot of noise! Shout something loud and short in the hopes that it'll catch the horse off-guard. >Write-in. <span class="mu-r">No matter which option you choose, please roll 1d100!</span> Best of 3 rules will be used.
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Rolled 7 (1d100) >>6194709 >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to shock the horse! Anonymous
Rolled 98 (1d100) >>6194709 >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to shock the horse! Come on dice
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Rolled 20 (1d100) >>6194732 >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to shock the horse! >>6194739 Dang anon, you killed a Ponyta.
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>>6194743 Nah, the paralysis procced
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Rolled 26 (1d100) >>6194698 >>6194709 >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to shock that thing into the high heavens. Too late to roll, but worth a try. Still, I think Mary is OBLITERATING that Ponyta with
>>6194739 's 98.
>>6194604 Jesus Christ, that is a lot of art. Can't wait to see what the other covers might bring.
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>>6194992 Man am I happy about being late for once
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>>6194709 >Command Mary to fight back! Tell her to shock the horse! I guess we all agree. But what do we think about taming the Ponyta? We do need a Neofauna to get us around and a flaming horse seems like a solid choice.
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>>6195005 I am highly in favour of domesticizing it. However, I don't think we can sit on it's back because of the fire hazard.
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>>6195022 All we have to do is get it to trust us, then bam. Inexaustible horsey rides.
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>>6195139 Is that true of game lore, or just the show?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Feb 2025 01:50:07 No. 6195286 Report Quoted By:
>>6194739 Jesus, we'll definitely be fine.
The horse is getting shocked. Writing.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Feb 2025 03:59:28 No. 6195386 Report And act you did. "Mary! Shock it!" You barely realized the words had escaped your mouth when you heard a loud <span class="mu-i">BZZT</span> flee from Mary's wool, letting loose a flash of lightning that struck straight and true-- right into the horse's kneecaps. The poor thing let out an ear-splitting screech, crumpling in front of Mary and slamming its neck into the grass. The foal's tongue flopped out, twitching, as it... didn't move. Only then could you get a good view of the creature. A lightly-colored foal of some kind... <span class="mu-i">completely alight</span> where its mane should've been. All it had for features were a pair of oversized, cat-like ears and blue hooves. Any hair had been entirely replaced by a fire that you could feel the strength of from several feet away. You were worried Mary had gone a little too far. Maybe injured it. Killed it. You inched forward, your heart still racing, a hand out, ready to stroke its cheek... ...only to be caught up in a huge cloud of smoke billowing out of the thing's nostrils! Your eyes instantly flooded. You caught yourself coughing, hacking, crawling backwards. It clearly didn't want you near it-- that much was obvious, and you were willing to oblige. You crawled back to Mary, praising her performance, watching the pony struggle to get back on its feet and keeping your distance. The horse was still flailing about, trying to reach Mary, snorting smoke, clearly desperate to do some kind of damage to you for one reason or another. You almost wanted to take pity on it, but every attempt was met with sharp opposition and more indignation at its sorry state. Mary was more than pleased to receive your praise... but you noticed her attention drifting after a minute or two. She'd been beaming, sitting upright and smiling from ear to ear, until the horse had let out another sharp neigh. To your surprise, Mary turned her attention to the foal... without contempt. Instead, she seemed curious. The horse made more noise-- snorts, whinnies, the like-- interspersed with futile attempts to rise to its legs. Mary almost seemed to <span class="mu-i">listen</span> to the noises as if they made sense to her. But... no, that was silly. She hadn't understood the metal ants, the rhinos, the birds. Why would this foal be any different? -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Feb 2025 04:00:40 No. 6195389 Report You spent your evening studying every aspect of the creature that you could. You kept your distance, not wanting to be burned by its flames, but managed to get close enough to comment on certain things-- the quality of its hooves (<span class="mu-i">...almost stone-like...</span>), the vents on its back that produced the flames (<span class="mu-i">...through some type of organ, I'd imagine, that I cannot fathom the anatomy of...</span>), its impressively uniform coat and its rather small size. It was almost like a pint-sized Dora. You would've been lucky if you could ride it... assuming you felt brave enough to ride something thats back was cloaked in fire, of course. It seemed more like the kind of ponies you could find at a small fair than a proper horse. Yet, despite this, the pony had more than enough fighting spirit to make up for it. The damned creature kept kicking and snorting throughout its paralysis, refusing to give in to its failing knees, neighing and doing its absolute best to keep you at bay. At some point, you began to wonder where the guards were. Surely they would have heard this by now, wouldn't they? You were on the outskirts of Sacramento, possibly the most heavily-foritified place in the city that wasn't home to the elite or the Governor himself. You let your eyes drift from the paralyzed horse for a moment or two. Everything was pitch-black. Mary remained your only light source outside of the immobile horse, and yet... you still couldn't make out any soldiers. No sounds gave them away. No armor made their silhouettes known. For whatever reason, the oddity sent a chill down your spine. Maybe it had to do with what you'd last seen when you were in a similar situation. That... dreadful child... No, now was not the time to be thinking about such things. You commanded Mary to follow you and took a short walk around the area. It wouldn't hurt to find a footpath of some sorts. Or make sure you were in the clear. Alone, truly, save for God's newest creations. As the two of you traversed the place, you... found yourself vindicated. Not a soul could be seen-- <span class="mu-b">xjpgy</span> <span class="mu-g">wz</span> <span class="mu-b">nzzi</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Feb 2025 04:02:27 No. 6195391 Report <span class="mu-i">Dear God,</span> what was that? You stumbled backwards, disoriented. Your ears were ringing and your head was spinning. Back and forth-- there was nobody here, nobody that could have said that. Nobody could have said those words. All you'd done was thought them. But-- no, you hadn't even thought those words. Those weren't your thoughts. Why were you--? Mary let out a bleat-- sharp, dry. Was she scared? You turned back to her-- <span class="mu-i">Wzcdiy Hvmt, tjp xvpbco v bgdhknz ja <span class="mu-r">bjgy</span>. V nhvgg cdio ja apm-- ij, nfdi? V xgvr jm orj, hvtwz. Rcj rvn oj nvt. Do rvni'o dhkjmovio, vitcjr. <span class="mu-b">Hvmt</span>, zqzm ocz rzgg-wzcvqzy nczzk, lpdxfgt rzio ndgzio. Ncz ydyi'o nkzvf v rjmy-- cjr xjpmozjpn ja czm! Dinozvy, ncz amjuz: ajm epno v hjhzio. Czm <span class="mu-g">ztzn</span> rzmzi'o pigdfz ocvo ja v xvkopmzy yzzm'n-- vrvmz ja don jri hjmovgdot viy pirdggdib oj vxxzko do.</span> A shout snapped Mary out of whatever stupor she'd fallen into. She looked at you, her expression unreadable, turning tail and fleeing back towards the horse. Why was she running? You had to follow-- <span class="mu-i">Wpo tjp <span class="mu-r">nojkkzy!</span> Do rvn cvmy ijo oj, rczi kmznziozy rdoc npxc v <span class="mu-r">kmzoot</span> ndbco. D rvn agvoozmzy, ja xjpmnz, wpo cvy vgmzvyt jqzmnozkkzy ht wjpiyvmdzn.</span> And it vanished. In front of your eyes. Whatever you had just seen... whatever your mind had conjured up in front of you... vanished.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Feb 2025 04:04:01 No. 6195396 Report ~~~~~ Walter hadn't gotten up yet. That wasn't an issue, of course. I wasn't gonna bother him. The man looked like he'd seen a ghost. Dunno how he even made it back to his fancy hotel in one piece. The only thing gettin' in the way of some more training was this letter I found in front'a his doorstep. From a certain Mr. Muyr... The sun was already startin' to rise. I'd promised Dora I'd be back at the old fort by noon, and the little guy wouldn't stop runnin' in place an' chirpin'... ...I'm not goin' t' open an innocent man's mail, I decided. I slipped the letter underneath his doorstep and left it at that. Walter could handle it. ~~~~~ ... ...you were alive. That much was certain. Mary lay on top of you, unconscious. You were... at the hotel. In bed. Only one thought occupied your head. <span class="mu-i">What in God's name was that?</span> Panic gripped you. You felt your heart seize up as you forced yourself out of bed, breath tight, lungs tighter, skin paler than your worst nightmare. You threw on the nearest pair of clothes you had, scooped up the letter in front of your door, and slammed the thing open. Wherever Steele was, he could wait. You had to know. <><><><><> The horse was still there. Asleep. Mary bleated alarm upon seeing where you were looking. She twitched and shivered, running behind you and growling like a dog. The further you got from the scene the easier her demeanor was, and you had to be completely out of sight for her to calm down even a little bit. Once the two of you were far from the foal... you could breathe. Your head still hurt from whatever that <span class="mu-i">thing</span> had done to it. That yellow, floating... thing. You were half-tempted to try looking for an icebox in the hopes that numbing your scalp would somehow help. Mary's coat was... different. Patches of her wool seemed to have turned into <span class="mu-i">cotton--</span> how on earth this occurred was beyond you. When you tried to pluck the wayward flowers out of her wool, all they did was stick to you and slow you down. You had to stick your hands in the nearest pond to be rid of them. It was an interesting development nonetheless-- not too dissimilar to what she had done in her previous training session, and something you would surely have to work on. For now, though, your thoughts were elsewhere. Whatever that thing was... you were certain it was neofauna of some sort. New fauna, probably native to California. The hundredth kind that you'd spotted. You wasted no time in writing down all you could about it. Its page seemed like the scribblings of a madman. <span class="mu-i">Inhuman, with an enormous head--</span> and yet, not like your typical earthly fauna either. <span class="mu-i">Ability to disappear at will,</span> if it was even real to begin with-- but it had to be! The horse, the area-- Mary was scared. <span class="mu-i">Some sort of power over the brain, be it neofaunic or human.</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Feb 2025 04:05:03 No. 6195397 Report <span class="mu-i">Beyond anything I have ever seen.</span> You wanted to attribute it to God-- no, to Satan? To-- you couldn't understand. Was it an angel? It couldn't be. It wasn't anything like... Mary guided you over to a park bench, nudging you from the front and sitting you down. Taylor and Florian were still at the hotel, you'd realized. You'd just... left them there. You... had to do something.>Return to the hotel. Pick them up. >Read that letter you got first. >Ignore all of that and spend more quality time with Mary.
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>>6195397 >Return to the hotel. Pick them up. Lest they start trouble or be nabbed by rustlers.
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>>6195397 >Return to the hotel. Pick them up. What
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>>6195391 Nice Caesar cipher you got there, QM
The question is who is the one speaking in that and why Walter could pick up on it. It sounds like at first its his own narration like usual, but the last line shifts to sounding like somebody else? Is this fucking Arceus?
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>>6195425 It's floating, yellow, and spoke directly into our head so it's psychic. I'm thinking Abra, since it's floating and has a big old noggin.
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>>6195430 >glimpse of gold >skin? A claw or two Yup, that's an Abra
>"I was flattered, of course, but had already overstepped my boundaries." The Psychic mons know by now. They must all be laying low on purpose because they can think as well as or better than humans, so they can already predict or see the future in store
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>>6195386 >>6195389 >>6195391 >>6195396 >>6195397 >Read that letter you got first. What the fuck is happening here? Maybe more importantly, why is Mary scared out of her mind by a sleeping Ponyta?
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>>6195397 >Return to the hotel. Pick them up. Spooky psychic neofauna.
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>>6195397 >Return to the hotel. Pick them up. And THEN
>Read the letter TAYLOR PRODUCES SILK NATURALLY AND I DONT WANT A REPEAT OF CHINA TOWN, WE NEED TO SAVE OUR LITTLE FRIENDS NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW
>>6195607 If the sheep is scared it's cause she needs her flock, CHANGE YOUR VOTE MAN, PLEASE, WE CAN ALWAYS READ THE LETTER LATER WHEN THEY'RE SAFE AND ACCOUNTED FOR!
As an aside I hope the Ponyta is actually ok. Just paralyzed temporarily and not cardiac arrested or something. We need to start coming up with a better way of approaching these animals than just tasering them.
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>>6195397 >Return to the hotel. Pick them up. Anonymous
>>6195675 >We need to start coming up with a better way of approaching these animals than just tasering them. We didn't approach it. it came at us, full-tilt, on fire,with hooves harder than diamonds. We did what we had to. Besides, Abra's, uh... Looking after it? Maybe?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 14 Feb 2025 04:17:17 No. 6196023 Report Jesus, I nearly forgot about the quest with all the stuff I had to do today. Sorry. We'll be heading back to the hotel. Writing now.
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>>6195894 Abra and Ponyta is a Laurel and Hardy-typed duo if I've ever seen one.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 14 Feb 2025 16:38:51 No. 6196302 Report You... weren't going to leave your neofauna there. Even through the headache, it was hard not to recall what had happened in Chinatown. If another ambitious soul found out about Taylor... ...no, that couldn't happen. You wouldn't let it. Right. Mary tried to force you back onto the bench, nudging you slightly, bleating concern. She circled the bench and looked up at you. But you couldn't do what she wanted. Not now. You had to go... She didn't resist the second time. She let you go without pushback. You gave her a scratch and murmured your thanks... then got to walking. Hopefully your headache would clear up soon. ----- <span class="mu-i">BONG. BONG.</span> It took an entire crowd of people stuffing a church entrance to remind you that it was morningtime.>Sunday, August 17th You felt a little silly for not picking up on it earlier. Of course that... <span class="mu-i">encounter</span> wasn't a dream. Mary had gotten worried just by seeing the place you'd encountered that... thing. And the horse... it was still there. This ice really wasn't helping. Repeating thoughts probably didn't mean things were getting better. No matter-- you could spend some extra time at the hotel with your neofauna. Maybe have a little rest with them. Check on the sapling... A certain man in the crowd caught your attention. He hadn't done much to warrant it. It was just an older man in a suit and tie, after all. But the crowd was parting for him. Whispering things. Paying attention. You started wandering over to the right of the crowd, trying to get a better glimpse of the man. It was hard to make out, but you eventually managed to glean some slight details. The man had a hand in his coat pocket and a stern expression on his face. His ascent up the church steps sent most of the citizens surrounding him in various different directions-- many who tried to enter at the same time that he did were pulled back by other people or shooed away by guards. If there was a service starting now... maybe it would be best to attend. You didn't want to entertain the thought, but... if what you'd met last night really <span class="mu-i">was</span> a demon, maybe some of your ills could be cured with a visit to the church. Maybe...>Ignore the church entirely. You have higher priorities and you really don't think you met any kind of demon. >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. >Stop by the church now. You want to be rid of this headache as soon as possible, by any means possible.
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. Just to ask who the fancy man we just saw was. I don't think praying will help this headache much.
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. Anonymous
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 14 Feb 2025 17:26:06 No. 6196328 Report Quoted By:
(also, as an aside, sorry for not giving a heads-up last night! I ended up falling asleep on my keyboard <span class="mu-i">again.</span> Hopefully I'll shift around my posting times so that I can post earlier and prevent the writing quality from suffering so badly from sleep deprivation. I'll have to see if my schedule lets me, but I'll see what I can do.)
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. Given the regular noise level of Sacramento this sermon is due to have some amount of shouting, which is really not conducive to curing headaches. Maybe others have also confessed demonic encounters like yours to the pastor?
Just caught up, its been a wild ride so far and a very entertaining read. Whatever schedule is best for you QM is also best for us; you're essential after all.
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. Just in case... But I'm pretty sure we're just suffering the "confused" effect.
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. It would be interesting what they're talking about, maybe we'll be able to see if our speech is already having impact on the people here. But I don't want to risk attracting attention while we're in this state.
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>>6196302 >Come back to the church later. It's pretty crowded right now, and you have to make sure Taylor and Florian are okay... but it wouldn't hurt to completely rule out some sort of demonic after-effects. I'm willing to bet they have some kind of snake oil salesman here, or something akin to that nature. Hell maybe it's that one dick head politician here to take matters into his own hands. In which case, we can zap him after we make sure Taylor and Florian are ok.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Feb 2025 23:09:23 No. 6197074 Report Quoted By:
Alright, we're leaving the church for later. Writing now.
>>6196401 You get a cookie! It's oatmeal-raisin, but I'm sure you'll manage. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Feb 2025 23:17:19 No. 6197078 Report Quoted By:
Alright, we'll come back to the church later. Writing now.
>>6196396 >Just caught up, its been a wild ride so far and a very entertaining read. Thank you! I'm always glad to hear about other people enjoying my amateurish writings haha.
>>6196401 >I'm pretty sure we're just suffering the "confused" effect. Ding-ding-ding! You get a cookie! I hope you don't mind that it's oatmeal-raisin. Anonymous
...you had higher priorities. The church could wait. Peeling your eyes away from the mass of people, you refocused on the most important task at hand: keeping your friends safe. With a renewed determination and your sheepy friend by your side, you headed back to the hotel. <><><><><> You stumbled through the hotel's deserted corridors like you'd never been through them, one hand on your ice pack and another tracing the walls. It was a miracle that most of the clientele seemed to be missing. The only people you really saw were the occasional maid or janitor. As you crept closer to the stables that held your friends, however, you were able to make out an... <span class="mu-i">odd</span> sound. Some kind of crying? Opening the stable doors flooded your nose with an overwhelming, familiar kind of stink. The sheer amount of horses being kept here was enough to boggle your already-dizzied brain, but you weren't here for those. No, you were here for the temporary neofauna quarters over to the left. The quarters in question seemed to be what remained of a hastily-rebuilt office. Desks and shelves had been segmented with planks or books, lined up against the walls, and made into various shapes and sizes to accommodate the wide variety of neofauna... that you presumed would be kept here if any guest were to bring some with them. As it was now, though, the only neofauna being held here were your own. Taylor seemed well-adjusted enough. He had curled up in his small drawer-nest and seemingly fallen asleep. Florian, however... seemed to be the source of the crying. The closer you got to him, the louder it got. It was hard to even make out what he was crying about-- until you noticed what was sat next to him. The nutberry sat beside him. The one you'd used to tame him. His closest companion... was a mushy, rotten mess that was covered in hundreds and hundreds of ants. Florian gave it a poke and a nudge. He stopped crying, briefly, when he saw it budge a little bit... before it slumped over once again, a pile of sludge and seeds that was only barely discernible as any kind of berry. The display almost hurt you more than the volume of Florian's crying. You hadn't realized the berry had meant so much to him until now-- you'd just assumed that Florian enjoyed the company of flora. When you brought him the potted plant that sat in one of the larger drawers, however, he just kept on crying. It wasn't the same. You tried to ignore the crying at first-- you focused instead on the positives. Both of your friends were safe and in comfortable enclosures. They didn't have any other neofauna bothering them. There weren't any people here to demonize them or make noise to disturb them with. They even had a rather sizeable window to the outdoors... but you could only ignore the crying for so long.
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Unsure of what else to do, you slid a hand underneath Florian and tried to pull him away from the nutberry. He squeaked and cried, falling over in your palm in an attempt to return to his rotted friend, but you kept pulling him further away. You felt that, if you didn't take him away, the small plant would never leave his rotting berry's side. Once Florian eventually stopped trying to jump out of your hand to return to the berry, you finally got him to stay still long enough to wipe the odd tears welling up in his eyes. It seemed to be regular water... not even the usual salty tears that humans produced. That gave you an idea. After wiping away Florian's tears, you tried to dab your wet finger onto the bud atop his little body. Plants liked water, after all, and it probably wasn't good for him to lose so much over something like this. Florian didn't respond to it at first. He did nothing but turn grumpy and uncommunicative, not moving his sight from his rotted berry. After you started poking his cheeks and sprinkling water in different places, however, he started to cheer up a little. His frown went to a neutral grimace; his brows lightened up. Eventually, he even started smiling! It was hard not to enjoy messing with him a little bit-- you pretended to try and poke one cheek before poking another, pinched his bud, and generally "roughhoused" with the delicate bud as much as you could. Given Florian's size-- hardly greater than your index finger-- it was tough... but it made the two of you happy enough to be worth the effort. You would have questioned as much if that was all that had happened. You'd pulled Florian away from his grieving and distracted him enough to cheer him up. That was certainly meaningful, and definitely helped keep the both of you in good spirits... but Florian seemed to think that wasn't enough. The more you played with Florian's bud, the more you started to notice the air changing. What had once been a stale, faintly manure-laced atmosphere had begun to change. The vague stinking of the stables began to disappear, replaced instead by the faint smell of roses. The darkness of the room began to seem less like an oppressive side-effect of being so empty and more like a comforting blanket of shadow. Your headache began to ease and slip away... You brought Florian over to the windowsill and sat him down, continuing to lightly poke at and caress his bulb. Your eyes began to drift to the outdoors as you finally felt the heavy fog clogging up your brain begin to lift... When you next looked to your flowery friend, he had an enormous smile on his face. His cheeks were almost as rosy as the air's scent, and his bulb... had split in two!
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The strange occurrence snapped you out of your stupor-- what on <span class="mu-i">earth</span> was that? You couldn't help but try to figure it out. A pair of red and blue balls sat in either vine, contained in what almost looked like a pair of leafy cribs, tipped with what had originally been the outer lacing of Florian's bulb. As you got closer to them, the rosy scent that lingered in the room became overpowering-- eventually you had to pull back, pinch your nose, shake your head-- rid yourself of the smell enough to keep your eyes from watering. Florian was vaguely confused by your sudden intrigue, and the smell started to fade... but you needed it to stay! Your head was still hurting, and this was clearly helping somehow. You tried to keep your curiosity at bay for some more time, replacing Florian's watery tears with your quickly-melting ice pack and sprinkling him some more. The smell soon returned in full force-- enough that you had to keep a bit of distance from the bud while sprinkling it. To your surprise, it seemed to have been strong enough to wake Taylor up. The grassy bug chittered at the two of you from across the room, making some kind of delighted noise before crawling out of his nest and over to the two of you, crawling up your pant leg and onto your shoulders. Within just a few minutes of smelling whatever Florian's bud was producing... your headache was gone. Taylor seemed to have gotten a full-night's rest... and Florian himself was barely thinking of his fallen friend. You couldn't even begin to think of all the uses this kind of aromatic therapy could offer humanity. The mere thought was enough to put a smile on your face. People with pounding headaches cured simply and easily through <span class="mu-i">smelling some roses</span> for a few minutes. It was miraculous! Absolutely ingenius! How on earth those scents were made-- how they produced those properties, why they smelled like roses... there were so many questions, so quickly. You felt like you had to spread that knowledge far and wide-- --but you stopped yourself. You remembered Chinatown. How people had reacted when they'd seen even a <span class="mu-i">small</span> amount of the silk Taylor could produce. How they had turned into a raging mob over the dead eagle's bandages. If that was how they reacted to something as comparatively useless as silk... ...this kind of magic remedy would be lucky to spur mobs as small as Taylor's silk had.>Go to your room. Try to study as much as you can about Florian's bud. Try to see what makes him replicate the smell-- is it water? Happiness? Grief? You need to know! [CHOOSING THIS OPTION MEANS YOU WILL MISS OUT ON THE CHURCH] >Seek out Steele and Andrew and only tell them about this new discovery. You trust them to keep this information safe and you won't be able to keep it secret from them if it's so useful for simple ailments like headaches or bad sleep. Then, bring them with you to church. >Resolve to keep the scent a total secret and return to church.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 16 Feb 2025 00:27:38 No. 6197124 Report Quoted By:
posting to keep my trip, only just realized that I lost it
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>>6197121 >Seek out Steele and Andrew and only tell them about this new discovery. You trust them to keep this information safe and you won't be able to keep it secret from them if it's so useful for simple ailments like headaches or bad sleep. Then, bring them with you to church. Thy already know the wonders of neofauna better than most.
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>>6197121 >Seek out Steele and Andrew and only tell them about this new discovery. You trust them to keep this information safe and you won't be able to keep it secret from them if it's so useful for simple ailments like headaches or bad sleep. Then, bring them with you to church. Anonymous
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>>6197121 >>Seek out Steele and Andrew and only tell them about this new discovery. You trust them to keep this information safe and you won't be able to keep it secret from them if it's so useful for simple ailments like headaches or bad sleep. Then, bring them with you to church. Anonymous
>>6197117 >>6197120 >>6197121 >Seek out Steele and Andrew and only tell them about this new discovery. You trust them to keep this information safe and you won't be able to keep it secret from them if it's so useful for simple ailments like headaches or bad sleep. Then, bring them with you to church. Are we just going to ignore the Ponyta? I'll "write in" that we recover the poor thing with Andrew (to help against any unforeseen threat) as soon as possible.
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>>6197121 >Seek out Steele and Andrew and only tell them about this new discovery. You trust them to keep this information safe and you won't be able to keep it secret from them if it's so useful for simple ailments like headaches or bad sleep. Then, bring them with you to church. >Write In. Tell Steele and Andrew about the Ponyta and forest encounter as well, maybe they can help us. But we should go after the church Anonymous
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>>6197121 >>6197484 I'd also prioritize that over the church.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 17 Feb 2025 00:08:18 No. 6197930 Report (entry tomorrow, pic related)
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>>6197930 My condolences, QM. We will be there when you recover from the gastrointestinal defect.
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>>6197930 Gotta go
to the bathroom fast!
(Feel better soon...)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 18 Feb 2025 00:39:49 No. 6198664 Report Quoted By:
Hi hi, I am sound of body and mind once more
We'll be seeking out Andrew and Steele. I'm going to write the church before the horse because the horse is farther away, so it would make little sense for Walter to pursue it first.
This next entry will be the church. The decisions stemming from it will probably also relate to what happens in the church. But we can go back to the horse afterwards.
Writing now.
>>6198454 As you should be. I hope the archive breaks that single image so that no soul has to lay eyes upon it ever again. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 18 Feb 2025 02:42:10 No. 6198756 Report You resolved only to tell your closest confidants. Steele and Andrew alone. Florian lay, now, nodding off upon the windowsill. Watching him sleep was almost as calming as smelling his flower bud had been. You wanted to stay in that room forever, letting time pass you by as you smelled the rosy scent and let yourself relax... ...but you'd wanted to go to church, and morning sermons weren't very long. You wanted to make it there on time. So... you managed to force yourself out and about, in search of both your human friends... and a certain steeple-crowned building. <><><><><> "...an' once I started smellin' it, my headache just... vanished." You and your usual company were on your way to church already. You'd felt it appropriate to explain everything as you went. "I've got no clue as t' how it works, but when it happened..." ...you held a finger above a napping Florian, asleep in your palm... "...that bulb split in two." Steele didn't seem too phased. He was more preoccupied with buttoning up a blazer he'd rushed to grab alongside a top hat before you two left. "It always did seem a bit odd. Walter-- you're certain that the service is ongoing?" You nodded. "Ah'd be surprised if it wasn't. It couldn't've been <span class="mu-i">too</span> long'n there..." Andrew was more focused on what you were saying. "Not sure ah can believe that scent's any kind'a cure-all... maybe it's jus' good for headaches. But," he paused with a finger to his chin, "that's still plen'y valuable." He poked Florian's bulb slightly, trying to pry it apart, to no avail. The sleeping sprite's "bulb" stayed shut. "I'm not sure he'd like that." You mumbled. "Maybe leave him 'lone while he's sleepin'." Andrew nodded. "Whatever you say. Besides, we're here." Mary bleated confirmation. She held her head high, staring up at the dizzying steeple and stumbling around. This church was certainly an upgrade from Shenanigan Gulch's paltry offering. It was nearly twice as large, with sharply sloping roofs that sat atop a long shingled body, painted lightly and lacking much detail save for in the front. The entrance was wide enough to accommodate an entire swarm of people entering at once, covered in its own small roof section, somehow holding up the entire church steeple by itself. You were rather impressed at the building's construction... but became slightly worried when you realized that, unlike most buildings in the city... the church was spotless. Not a single plank of wood or piece of door was burnt or scratched. You discarded the thought. The church was an important center of the city's community. It might have just been defended the hardest, or worked on the most recently. There was no need to assume that neofauna just couldn't harm it. Besides, the entrance was lined with armored guards. They could have easily fended off...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 18 Feb 2025 02:43:14 No. 6198759 Report Oh. You hadn't even realized that the church doors had been open for some time now. "Come on Andrew," Steele said, "it hasn't started yet. We're early." "Actually, Steele..." ...you let yourself trail off. "No, nevermind." Andrew trailed behind Steele while you followed Andrew. You climbed the steps alongside Mary, making no effort to keep her out, and... to your great surprise, you weren't stopped. As you slipped into the church, you gave one last look back to the <span class="mu-i">multiple</span> guards near the entrance. Not a peep from any of them. You felt your hands move to grab Taylor just in case... before simply accepting the strange circumstances and leaving him be. Nobody was demanding you leave him behind... yet. ----- "Over already? But it's hardly afternoon!" The pastor sighed. "Yes, my son. We have nothing planned until the evening. Our morning sermon is long over, but tonight's shall be longer." You couldn't help but feel a little guilty about that. You really figured it would still be in session by now. An entire tiny <span class="mu-i">town</span> of people had flooded these holy halls a mere half hour ago. How did the pastor even have time to speak to them all so quickly? "That's... rather unfortunate." Steele frowned briefly. "Thank you for your time, father. I'll see you again this evening." With that, his usual smile returned and Steele spun on his heel. "So!" You and Andrew paid attention. "We have other plans, don't we? Let's attend to them!" "Ah-- I must ask one thing of you," the pastor spoke up. "You in particular," he pointed to Andrew. Andrew had, of course, left Buckwheat out of the church. His boots, however, made up for Buckwheat's absence. "Please clean up after yourself. I haven't got the staff to do it for you." Steele descended the platform him and the pastor had stood upon and made his way over to you. "We can leave him be and go do something else if you'd like. I have no doubts that Andrew will be able to catch up." You looked to Andrew to see if he was okay with it, and the buffalo hunter gave you a firm nod. "Ah've got no qualms. This shouldn't take too long." ----- You and Steele descended the lengthy church steps, paying careful attention to each uneven platform, before Steele immediately began discussing plans. You would have listened to them, of course-- there was no reason to ignore your friend. No reason, of course, save for another appearance from that man before. The man was talking with a guard off to your right. He was being followed by two more guards, both equipped with similar armor to those guarding the church, and wearing something very expensive in all black. Partly balding, looked elderly...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 18 Feb 2025 02:44:15 No. 6198761 Report He'd noticed you. The two of you shared eye contact for just a moment. Long enough for you to recognize each other. That was the same man you'd seen at the telegram office! But-- no, you hadn't seen his arms then. You couldn't confirm. Right now, however, he still had his left arm hidden underneath his coat... "Buchanan?" Steele sighed. "Pay attention, please." You did as he said. When he began talking... ...the man had left. You'd turned back to see if he was still there, and... no. Nothing. "...say, did you read that letter yet?" "What?" Wait, what letter? "Andrew mentioned having to stop by your room and deliver something. He mentioned slipping it underneath your door... what else could it be but a letter?" Shoot. It had entirely slipped your mind.>"No, actually, not yet." Open it right there and then, in front of Steele. >"Nope, ah'll do it when I get back." Admit that you forgot to open it, but also that you don't want to do so in public. Focus instead on finding the sleeping horse and making sure it's okay. >"Wait, you an' Andrew have been talking about me?" Change topics and try to learn more about what they've been discussing. >"What's that got to do with what you want us to do?" Ignore the letter entirely and try to get Steele to bring you someplace. You're in the mood for a distraction. >Write-in.
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>>6198761 >"Nope, ah'll do it when I get back." Admit that you forgot to open it, but also that you don't want to do so in public. Focus instead on finding the sleeping horse and making sure it's okay. Anonymous
>>6198771 +1
That mystery man... who could he be?
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>>6198761 >>6198771 +1
>>6198884 >That mystery man... who could he be? My bet is it's the mayor that the staters want to get rid of
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>>6198761 >"Wait, you an' Andrew have been talking about me?" Change topics and try to learn more about what they've been discussing. Anonymous
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>>6198756 >>6198759 >>6198761 >"Nope, ah'll do it when I get back." Admit that you forgot to open it, but also that you don't want to do so in public. Focus instead on finding the sleeping horse and making sure it's okay. Hors.
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>>6199084 >My bet is it's the mayor that the staters want to get rid of Makes sense.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Feb 2025 03:42:33 No. 6199417 Report >>6198771 Horse wins by a country mile. I'll be writing about that now.
50/50 chance it actually gets posted today since it's nearly midnight. I'll start writing now for sure though.
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>>6199417 Take your time, QM. No worries.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Feb 2025 04:08:24 No. 6199443 Report "No, ah... haven't opened it yet." You caught yourself. "A-and ah'd rather not do it in public..." ...you turned your attention back to the guards, briefly... "since it's prob'ly private." "Ah, fair enough! Fair enough." Steele straightened up. "Shall we get to it, then?" You blinked. "No, sorry... I didn't hear what you'd been sayin'. I was thinkin' about a sort of... flamin' horse I saw last night." Steele's curiosity was immediately piqued. His attention drifted to a burnt shack further down the road. "What? Oh-- do you think it could be the cause of all this scorching?" That hadn't even crossed your mind. This horse seemed different than the one you'd seen riding by the hotel, so... if there was a habitat of flaming horses nearby, maybe they were accidentally setting fires? "Maybe! I... hadn't considered that." You frowned. This was all theory, of course... but if it turned out to be real, how on earth could you get the people of Sacramento to be less hostile towards them? No matter. "Last ah saw it, it was sleepin'. I... just want t' make sure it's okay." Steele's enthusiasm dampened. "I do appreciate your concern for other creatures, Buchanan. It truly is touching. But I have to ask... are you sure it's safe?" You couldn't help but laugh at the idea. Was it <span class="mu-i">safe!</span> Was any of this? You were traveling around with a living lightning coil and a tiny sprite with the ability to lull people into trances. Of course it wasn't <span class="mu-i">safe!</span> "Steele... ah think I'm long past the point of questionin' if things are." You were still chuckling as you spoke. "It doesn't matter t' me. I don't trust that horse's doin' very well, and I want t' go make sure that I'm wrong. Will you come with me?" The businessman gave you an analytic stare... ...before offering a hand and nodding. "Of course, Buchanan. I'll come with you." <><><><><> "Calm down, Mary." You knelt and whispered to your panicking sheepy friend, who'd been shaking in her hooves since you reached this open plain. "There's nothin' there. You don't need to be so afraid."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Feb 2025 04:09:24 No. 6199444 Report You made the statement with a pang of guilt. The horse had left a smoldering pit of charred grass in its wake, sparsely littered with the cotton-like bits of wool Mary had fastened onto it previously, while leaving none of itself left to be found. Steele bent down to examine the grass. "It isn't very warm... I suppose it found its way out of here a long while ago." Part of you was relieved. Had the horse still been there it would have been in the same place for nearly half a day, pinned down by sticky wool that never let go. You were glad it didn't have to suffer like that. And yet... part of you wanted to know more. See more. You couldn't just let a <span class="mu-i">flaming horse</span> lie. Sure, it was comparatively uninteresting. After seeing fire-breathing anteaters, giant bugs with the ability to flatten a person, and silk-spinning miracle workers, a firey horse seemed rather tame. But... there was an elegance to it that you couldn't describe. The longer you thought about it, the more its majesty gripped you in a way that few other neofauna could. A horse so in tune with nature that it defied the very idea of ferrying mankind. One so beholden to the earth itself that it would rather burn its mane away by fire than subject itself to the will of humanity. You wanted to see that horse. "...ah, here!" Steele perked up. You watched him follow some trail that you couldn't see yourself. "Buchanan! I think I may know where it's headed!" You left Mary behind to go and look at what Steele was pointing out-- a series of charred bits of grass in the shape of hoofprints... "If you are really so concerned for it that you must see it in the flesh, we could try to follow this trail and see where it leads!" Steele smiled. "Regardless of the pursuit, I think it is more than safe to say that this creature is safe and sound." You took a glance up at the scorching Sacramento sky. Midday... you had time to spare.>But higher priorities to tend to. Rest easy knowing that the horse is safe and return to the hotel. Try to study Florian, read the letter, and relax a bit. You would rather search for a less aggressive specimen of flaming horse during a cooler time period than try to track this one down during the peak of the sun's heat. >Pursue the pony! You don't want to give this up. You're glad that it's safe, but... where has it gone? Are there more like it to find out there? Does it really have any relation to all the charred buildings? >Write-in.
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>>6199444 >Pursue the pony! You don't want to give this up. You're glad that it's safe, but... where has it gone? Are there more like it to find out there? Does it really have any relation to all the charred buildings? Anonymous
>>6199443 Buchanan and Steele are of a good sort. I quite like them, even if Senator Thomas IS a filthy
politician .
>>6199444 Good pun, QM, kek.
>Pursue the pony! You don't want to give this up. You're glad that it's safe, but... where has it gone? Are there more like it to find out there? Does it really have any relation to all the charred buildings? Gotta sketch 'em all, gotta sketch 'em all!
If we can find out that rust makes its flames not hurt humans, we can help bring peace between the Ponyta race and the humans of this town, and score a sweet signature mount for us and the Staters Anonymous
>>6199444 >Pursue the pony! You don't want to give this up. You're glad that it's safe, but... where has it gone? Are there more like it to find out there? Does it really have any relation to all the charred buildings? Even if it left, that Ponyta probably has a similar headache to us, maybe Florian can be persuaded to help?
On another note, should we look into sourcing a replacement toy for Florian? Like a rubber ball we can put the remaining seeds into?
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>>6199548 >>6199459 All good ideas
let's go chase down that pony
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>>6199444 >But higher priorities to tend to. Rest easy knowing that the horse is safe and return to the hotel. Try to study Florian, read the letter, and relax a bit. You would rather search for a less aggressive specimen of flaming horse during a cooler time period than try to track this one down during the peak of the sun's heat. >>6199453 >>6199459 >>6199459 Guys, as concerned as I was for the pony, we need to make sure there's no active threats in town. Who was that guy? What did he want? What did he say in that church? Will it turn people against our lil friends? What's in the letter? The Pony's wandered off now, it's fine, we should focus up.
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>>6199443 >>6199444 >Pursue the pony! You don't want to give this up. You're glad that it's safe, but... where has it gone? Are there more like it to find out there? Does it really have any relation to all the charred buildings? This might or might not end well. In either case, we will get a new entry in the book of many mon.
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>>6199444 >Pursue the pony! You don't want to give this up. You're glad that it's safe, but... where has it gone? Are there more like it to find out there? Does it really have any relation to all the charred buildings? Anonymous
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>>6199644 Rising into town astride a Ponyta, unburnt and with valuable lessons on how to befriend them and calm their fire? That will probably buy a lot of good will in spite of what the malevolent mayor has planned.
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>>6199644 Riding into town astride a Ponyta, unburnt and with valuable lessons on how to befriend them and calm their fire? That will probably buy a lot of good will in spite of what the malevolent mayor has planned.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 20 Feb 2025 03:47:31 No. 6199960 Report entry tomorrow again, sorry! Busy week, going lots of places.
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>>6199960 I'm just glad you can leave the bathroom again, kek.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Feb 2025 00:30:32 No. 6200550 Report Rolled 58 (1d100) Alright, I'm here. Going to start writing now. It's pretty unanimous that we're chasing the pony.
>>6199459 >Good pun, QM, kek. what pun? Anonymous
>>6200550 Sleeping/flaming horse. Maybe pun's the wrong word? Good play-on-words.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Feb 2025 01:35:00 No. 6200602 Report Quoted By:
>>6200597 ah, maybe? Puns usually refer to jokes specifically, but maybe I'm misinterpreting. Either way, thank you!
(Entry's almost done, I'm just going over it rn. Double-checking for wording, mistakes, etc. Expect it within the hour.)
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Feb 2025 01:43:21 No. 6200611 Report "I'm going to chase it." Steele paused. "What?" "I'm going to chase it, Steele. I want t' find it." You returned your attention to the businessman in question. He, in turn, smiled. "Then chase it we shall!" You gave him a half-hearted nod, devoting most of your attention to the charred trail instead. "Right... where are you going?" You couldn't help but mumble. The trail was somewhat haphazard. It was certainly heading <span class="mu-i">somewhere,</span> but it seemed to stumble in and out of existence. Sometimes it would veer wildly off track, other times it would disappear into sand. The only consistent direction it was heading in was... "There!" You almost shouted, getting to your feet and turning your attention to the plains opposite the city. "It's... ah think it's somewhere over there. Come on, Mary." You whistled to your sheepy companion, thankful that both Taylor and Florian seemed asleep for the moment, calling for her to follow you away from Sacramento... <><><><><> "Surely it's somewhere here..." Steele voiced your exhaustion. You two hadn't been looking for long, but the heat was really starting to get to you. It was very odd. The further you got from Sacramento, the more it felt like the sun itself was trying to set your clothes on fire. You'd been periodically dousing yourself, Florian, and Taylor to stave off exactly that... even if you could admit that it was bordering on paranoia. "It can't be too much farther. A-an' anyways, if we keep going on, 'm just gonna... come back later." You managed to mumble. "It'll be... colder later." Steele dabbed his face with his handkerchief, as he'd been doing for quite some time now, and managed to muster up another reply. "This must be the hottest noontime all month," he chuckled, "and you must be the most persistent naturalist I've known." "You've known others?" You inquired. "A-ah've been lucky t' meet a single one back home." Steele nodded. "Yes, well, it's a rather higher-class..." He trailed off. You couldn't blame him. Both of you had been stopped in your tracks. It was hard not to. How else could someone react after seeing a flaming horse be equaled by a tiny bug?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Feb 2025 01:44:21 No. 6200615 Report "That's..." Steele couldn't finish a sentence. You could see a brief mania in his eyes-- the tiny puddle the bug skated upon was almost tantalizing enough to drink in this weather, especially with Steele's coat, you reckoned. "...fascinating." You finished his sentence for him and instantly dove into your haversack. You grabbed your notebook, grabbed your paper-- <span class="mu-i">NYYEIGH</span> The horse let out a loud bray, stumbling backwards and snorting loudly, letting loose a stream of fire from its nostrils before charging into the puddle the bug skated in! Filthy water sprayed everywhere. It coated the horse, it coated the sand surrounding it-- it even coated the tiny bug, who was thrown off its routine and flung onto California's dry soil. Its spindly legs and small stature made you think that it was surely dead-- yet, despite your assumption, the little creature rose to its feet and sprayed what must've been <span class="mu-i">an entire bucket's worth</span> of water at the horse's face! <span class="mu-i">It is unknown where this water could have originated,</span> you wrote, tearing your pencil across your notebook's pages with such force that the entire book threatened to rip, <span class="mu-i">but it is clear that it is effective--</span> The horse fired back with a flame so hot that the two of you could feel it from the safe distance you and Steele had been observing at. The sandy dirt surrounding the bug extinguished it as soon as the flame was left to burn, but the bug itself found itself alight! "Mary! Come back!" You perked up. Steele was calling out... oh no. You'd become so absorbed in your note-taking that you'd forgotten to keep track of Mary, and she bolted forward to tackle the horse's side! The horse was instantly knocked to the ground, caught off-guard by Mary's sudden attack, and let out a deflated groan. Mary followed her assault with a triumphant bleat, only to be <span class="mu-i">kicked</span> into the dirt by one of the horse's stray legs! You were torn-- part of you wanted to intervene, part of you knew this seemed to be relatively natural, another part of you screamed for Mary to be safe and another wanted her to obey--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Feb 2025 01:45:52 No. 6200619 Report Mary wasn't getting back up as soon as you'd expected her to. She was off to your right, struggling to stabilize herself. The bug seemed completely frozen by the sudden intruder, hardly making a move. The horse was well aware of you now... and hardly pleased.>Let things play out as they are now! It'd border on dangerous to intervene, and Mary can handle herself. You know she can. >Command Mary to shock the horse like she did last time! She'll be okay enough to hear out a command, surely! >Throw sand at the horse to try and distract it, then take Mary and run! You might get shocked, but you can't risk staying here. >Tempt the horse towards you, then throw yourself in front of Mary when it attacks! You can both dodge the horse and keep Mary safe! >Pull out your revolver and fire a blank! The sound might distract the horse and alert any nearby people to your presence. That could be especially helpful if Andrew was looking for you... >Write-in
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>>6200615 Surskit? >>6200619 >Tempt the horse towards you, then throw yourself in front of Mary when it attacks! You can both dodge the horse and keep Mary safe! Also, do we have a nutberry? If so...
>Hold up a nutberry! Anonymous
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>>6200611 >>6200615 >>6200619 >Throw sand at the horse to try and distract it, then take Mary and run! You might get shocked, but you can't risk staying here. Sand attack!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 22 Feb 2025 03:00:23 No. 6201288 Report Rolled 479 (1d510) >>6200699 Two nutberries that are near spoiling, yes. I'll get to writing. This roll will determine whether the nutberry succeeds or not.
I should have been doing these from the beginning, sans Mary, but I completely forgot to account for failure rate so Florian and Taylor ended up being auto-captured due to having 255 catch rates. Oops. Anyways, expect these with encounters from now on. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 22 Feb 2025 03:10:51 No. 6201292 Report Quoted By:
>>6201288 The dice curse strikes again.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 22 Feb 2025 04:38:39 No. 6201327 Report The horse stomped a hoof into the ground, huffing out another stream of smoke, lowering its head... It was preparing to charge... and had given you a good idea. "Steele, get back!" The businessman didn't question your order. He seemed more than happy to abscond from the battle. That prompted you to focus all of your attention on the horse. It already looked angry, yes, but you could make it angrier. You started darting from side to side, taunting it, moving erratically... ...and the horse <span class="mu-i">charged forward,</span> its head ERUPTING into flame and cloaking its entire body as it did so! You hadn't expected that for sure-- when combined with the existing heat, you almost found yourself falling unconscious-- but forced yourself awake well enough to execute the plan. It wasn't easy. You made yourself stare the horse down. You stared down its flaming head, forcing yourself to gaze into the fire pouring out of its eye sockets, waiting until your eyes began to blur and the heat around you became unbearable to dive away-- off to the right! The landing was perfect-- not on top of or too far from Mary, excellent in fulfilling its purpose of managing to avoid the horse-- <span class="mu-i">FWOOM</span> --very narrowly. You heard it race behind you and felt the warmth of its fire graze your ankles... but you were fine. The bug seemed to take notice of your tactics and rushed forward, spraying a disturbingly large jet of water at the charging horse and...missing, only succeeding in turning the ground beneath the horse into mud. Much to your amusement, this ended up causing the horse to lose its balance and trip over itself, leading it to cartwheel onto the ground... at which point spraying it with <span class="mu-i">even more water</span> became a matter of triviality. What happened next wasn't on your mind. You were instead busy with Mary, helping get her back on her feet and taking glances from side to side to make sure she was safe. You could hear Steele rushing in from behind you-- "Buchanan, is she alright?" You nodded. "She'll... I'm pretty sure she'll be alright." She was standing on all fours now. She looked a little winded, and you could see a decently-sized dent in her wool, but she was smiling and looking at you with a sort of determined pain in her big black eyes. She was definitely hurt, but didn't seem ready to back down. "Good, that's... that's very good to hear, Buchanan." Steele was definitely winded. You couldn't blame him. The heat still hadn't died down. Its source was still uncertain, too... <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">FWOOM</span></span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 22 Feb 2025 04:39:40 No. 6201328 Report Both you and Steele snapped upright. <span class="mu-i">Something</span> had just gone up in flames behind you-- You winced. The horse had clearly missed an attempt to smite the poor bug, who was now crouching in front of... a burning bush. One of Missy's kind seemed to have landed in the crossfire, and quickly ran out of the bush in a panic. That didn't last, of course-- the strange neofauna tottered over to the water-bug and got itself a dousing (against the latter's will) in no time. However... almost immediately after the neofauna was set on fire, the temperature dropped a noticeable amount. It also became significantly less Sunny, and you and Steele both found yourselves much less sweaty... ...you were being distracted. The drenched horse looked back at the pair of you with death in its eyes. Flames danced across its irises and impressed upon you the fiery destruction that this creature was to rain down upon you. Unsure of what else to do, you reached for the nutberries in your haversack. Only two remained, both spoiling... but they'd have to do. You took the slightly squishier one, placed it upon your palm and raised that palm to the horse... ...only to watch it burn the nutberry to ash right in front of you. The next few seconds may have been the most painful since you hit your head in Shenanigan's Gulch. Your hand wasn't spared any fire-- it was burned (you were only thankful that the burn looked light), which prompted you to gasp-- which invited loads of smoke into your lungs and nostrils, prompting a coughing fit and making it impossible to see anything. After a moment, when you thought your senses had finally cleared up... everything went black.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 22 Feb 2025 04:40:41 No. 6201329 Report ----- "Buchanan!" You could hear Steele shout but couldn't see anything. You tried to answer and only fell into another coughing fit, clearly not having rested long enough to speak again. Mary wasn't by your side. Steele was somewhere else. You hoped the two were together, but couldn't see for sure-- <span class="mu-i">THWOCK</span> An ear-piercing bray enveloped the area. Had... had Steele just hit the horse? You didn't have the time to ponder that-- Taylor was long-gone, with the only indication of him still being here was the occasional mention of silk from Steele. Mary brought down lightning, Steele cheered her on... ...by the time your eyes and throat cleared up enough to see again, you were facing an orange sky. Getting to your feet elicited only the sight of a rather defeated horse, drenched in water and once more pinned down by both Mary's odd sticky spores and Taylor's wayward strands of silk. Steele crouched near the triumphant pair, giving a rather beaten-up Mary scratches underneath her chin (with a rather bloodied fist) while Taylor took it upon himself to return to you and climb up your shirt to give you a nibble on the cheek. He'd clearly missed you... how long were you out for? The whole scenario was a little hard to take in... you felt the best way to stay grounded was focus on the basics.>Join Steele in giving Mary a plentiful amount of scratches wherever she'd like them. She deserves it... even if she disobeyed you. >Bring Taylor back to Mary and Steele to see if he finds anything worth spinning silk over. Steele has blood on his fists and Mary is bruised all over. They probably both need tending to. >Let Florian join in on the fun and try to see if you can find some way to get him to bring his soothing aroma back. Mary might need it... >Try to give the horse another sniff of your final nutberry. Considering how erratic some other wild neofauna have been behaving, maybe this fit was out of its control...? >Write-in.
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>>6201329 >Try to give the horse another sniff of your final nutberry. Considering how erratic some other wild neofauna have been behaving, maybe this fit was out of its control...? This horse is a formidable enemy, even more reason to try and get it on our side, so we can better protect ourselves in such situations in the future.
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>>6201329 The battles are pretty cool QM. I always forget that we could technically use all our pokemon at once, we don't have to take turns like the games.
>>6201288 About capture rate, do smaller numbers mean higher chance of success?
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>>6201329 >Try to give the horse another sniff of your final nutberry. Considering how erratic some other wild neofauna have been behaving, maybe this fit was out of its control...? Gotta get that horse. Also, all our lads deserve pats.
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Poképocalypseqm just woke up ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 22 Feb 2025 13:45:59 No. 6201446 Report >>6201433 >do smaller numbers mean higher chance of success? Unfortunately not lol. I wish, but I’m trying a sort of combination of dice mechanics and capture rates in the games.
<span class="mu-s">Capture rolls are roll-under.</span> I can’t remember if I’ve clarified this outside of the rentry (
https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST ) before, so I’m making it loud and clear here.
<span class="mu-s">When catching a Pokémon, its success or failure depends on its species’ catch rate in the game.</span> For example, in this case Ponyta’s catch rate is 190, so if the dice end up with a number that is equal to 190 or lower then the capture will succeed.
<span class="mu-s">Status conditions will make captures more likely to succeed.</span> Right now, the Ponyta is heavily restrained. This isn’t a condition in the game, but I will be counting it as a type of paralysis since it is very functionally similar. <span class="mu-s">Putting something to sleep will halve its catch rate, making the dice into a d255</span> (unless the base catch rate is 255, at which point it’ll probably become a d285 or something just to allow some window of failure) <span class="mu-s">while every other status effect will turn it into a d385.</span>
I would just use the standard catch rate formula, but 1) it’d be a bit unfair since there are basically no catch rate modifiers in this entire quest outside of status conditions, which means that attempts will fail far more likely than they will succeed and 2) I don’t like doing math every time I’m trying to figure out something as important as a new character introduction lol.
I hope that helps clarify things a bit. I might change things later on if this system ends up being unfair (seriously considering varying dice for lower capture rates, but I don’t want to give every mon the same chance of capture so it’s just a concept for now) but this is how it works for the moment.
With practice, Walter might be able to improve his chances. But I’ve figured out exactly 0% of how that will work so don’t expect it any time soon unfortunately. Anonymous
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>>6201327 >>6201328 >>6201329 >Try to give the horse another sniff of your final nutberry. Considering how erratic some other wild Neofauna have been behaving, maybe this fit was out of its control...? Always damage your desired demon before capturing.
>>6201446 That's... still more mechanics than I was honestly expecting.
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>>6201329 >Bring Taylor back to Mary and Steele to see if he finds anything worth spinning silk over. Steele has blood on his fists and Mary is bruised all over. They probably both need tending to. Save the final nutberry to plant, methinks.
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>>6201487 I think we've already planted one. We looked at the sapling last thread.
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>>6201329 >Try to give the horse another sniff of your final nutberry. Considering how erratic some other wild Neofauna have been behaving, maybe this fit was out of its control...? Sunk Cost Fallacy? Never heard of it.
We still have the sapling back in the hotel, and this nutberry is already starting to spoil, better use it while we can.
>>6201446 I'm surprised we don't get a malus on the capture rate for antagonising wild mons
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>>6201512 Ah, derp. My bad.
>>6201329 >>6201487 Changing my vote to
>Try to give the horse another sniff of your final nutberry. Considering how erratic some other wild Neofauna have been behaving, maybe this fit was out of its control...? >>6201537 Pokemon fight for fun, and beating them into submission is the easiest way to tame one. It is known.
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>>6201537 I mean, it has kind of been shown in every form of Pokémon-related media that beating the ever-loving crap out of a Pokémon until it's on its knees makes it easier to capture. I doubt its hard feelings matter all that much.
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welp
>>6201541 basically already said what I just posted my excuses for kicking in open doors I suppose
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>>6201329 Even though this has no chance of winning against the rotten nutberry vote,
>Let Florian join in on the fun and try to see if you can find some way to get him to bring his soothing aroma back. Mary might need it... Anonymous
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>>6201329 >Bring Taylor back to Mary and Steele to see if he finds anything worth spinning silk over. Steele has blood on his fists and Mary is bruised all over. They probably both need tending to. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Feb 2025 02:44:20 No. 6201957 Report Rolled 125 (1d385) Five votes for using the last nutberry on the horse, that option wins!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Feb 2025 03:05:23 No. 6201974 Report You returned to a rather simple tactic you'd defaulted to whenever you saw a new and interesting neofauna. You knelt down in front of the flaming horse... and offered it a nutberry. A brief silence blanketed the sandy clearing. Steele looked at you with a mix of confusion and his usual cheer. Taylor and Florian stopped whatever they were doing to watch. Mary gazed on as you lowered the half-squished nutberry down to the horse's mouth level... ...and gave a confused bleat as the equine began munching on it. You were surprised to see the horse slobbering spit upon your palm. For whatever reason, you had assumed it would run on some kind of oil or other lighter fluid. And yet... no, it was perfectly biological. That just made it all the more mysterious! As the horse lapped up the last of the nutberry's remains, it let out a contented huff and let its head descend onto the sand beneath it. It looked... well, it didn't exactly look happy, but it certainly looked less irritated than it had before. "Buchanan... did you just give that horse one of your...?" You gave Steele a small nod. With your burned hand, no less. You really weren't thinking straight. "Got t' get rid of it before it spoils." Steele laughed back, but it was the kind of laugh one made when he did not want to offend. It was a bit restrained. Dry. "I do wonder how it will ever be able to reside within a stable." That was a good point. You tried not to consider it for the time being. Instead, you decided to turn your attention to Steele's bloodied fist and Mary's bruised... everything. Cora's makeshift medical kit was going to help you plenty this evening. <><><><><> Night had fallen, and you were still here. Steele was laying in the sand and looking up at the starry night sky. Taylor and Florian slept next to him, far away from the horse, while Mary helped you break the horse free from its restraints. The horse itself... was asleep. Even when freed, it just kept sleeping through whatever had happened to it. You couldn't blame it. Heck, you envied the poor thing. If you felt it just, you'd have been back at the hotel by now. But the horse was rather beaten up, and you didn't want to wake it just for this. So, instead, you decided to spend some time documenting the creature. <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">Ignubae Equuleus,</span></span> you began, <span class="mu-i">is the kind of creature you might hear of in old legends. A magnificent horse tamed only by flame, it strikes fear in the hearts of those lucky enough to see it.</span> Next was the paragraph where you introduced your own... but how were you going to write that without giving your horse a name?>Write-in a suggestion for the horse's name!
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>>6201974 Winnie, short for Winona.
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>>6201974 >Flamberge flame-bladed sword
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>>6202135 >>6201974 Works for me, it's fairly unlikely we'll also catch an Teddiursa and will want to name it after the Pooh.
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Random question QM, the OP image in the thread is a Ponyta. Did you roll for the encounter before the thread started, or is it just a coincidence?
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>>6201974 >Write-in a suggestion for the horse's name! If its female: Stella, Light-based name
If its male: Martin, after Martin of Tours, Christian saint famous for dividing his cloak to share with a beggar (sharing warmth is something horsey does at all times)
I'd argue Christian saints are more believable namesakes than Greek deities?
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>>6202169 While that's a possibility, I figure this is a two-for-one. Winnie as in whinnying, of course, but later on when we saddle her, we'll be a Winona Rider.
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poképocalypseqm forgot to specify gender oops ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Feb 2025 14:02:15 No. 6202241 Report >>6202170 Happy coincidence. It was meant to reflect the ponyta encounter from last thread, not this new capture.
>>6202135 I regret to inform you that I forgot to specify that this is a male.
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>>6202241 How about Bucky? Short for Bucephalus, Alexander the Great's horse.
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>>6201974 >>6202167 I'll change my vote to support
>>6202244 Anonymous
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>>6202244 +1
I think Walter would be educated enough to know the name Bucephalus. We could give that as a “full” name but call him Bucky most of the time.
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>>6201974 >Aster We already have Buckwheat, and another equine named Bucky would just be confusing. I would instead propose a name bastardization of the sun god Helius' horse, Sterope.
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>>6202241 ah, than Winona won't work.
>>6202303 Indeed Bucky is easily confused with Buckwheat.
I vote for Hades.
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>>6202182 >I'd argue Christian saints are more believable namesakes than Greek deities? Maybe, but maybe not. Greco-Roman inspired iconography was really in vogue in the early United States.
>>6201974 >>6202303 +1 to Aster
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>>6202303 Actually, you may have a point. I'll support Aster then.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 24 Feb 2025 01:58:17 No. 6202721 Report Quoted By:
>>6202303 Alright, that's locked in. Aster it is.
Writing now.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 24 Feb 2025 02:44:44 No. 6202744 Report You could come up with one on the spot, of course! ----- The next half-hour or so were dedicated to frantic documentation of every minutia Aster seemed to possess. The qualities of his hooves, the intricacies of his neck (as best you could while he was still producing fire), documentation of the events that had brought you to tame him... "I missed the service." Steele mumbled from his spot in the sand. "What?" You'd been so absorbed in your work that you barely heard him. "The church. There was going to be an evening sermon. I missed it." The businessman sounded solemn. "Oh, uhm... I'm sorry." You tried to snap yourself out of your writing trance, forcing your head away from the notebook and onto Steele. "Don't let it haunt you," Steele shrugged. He sat up a little, turning his attention towards you as you had him. "I'll just pray in my room. I missed plenty of sermons on the way here. I can miss another," he smiled. "Ah hope you don't have to just b'cause you wanted t' follow me 'round," you shied away. It was hard not to feel a little bit guilty given the blood on Steele's fist. "Especially if it got you hurt." "Oh, this?" Steele raised the fist in question. "Don't worry about it! I have plenty of experience, this is hardly a scratch! Look, when I get rid of the stains it's all intact." He beckoned for you to watch as he rubbed some of the drier bits of blood off of his knuckles to reveal... an untouched set of fingers. Not a bruise or a cut could be seen upon them. "Wha... didn't you <span class="mu-i">punch</span> Aster 'n the cheek?" You said, astounded. Steele gave a quiet laugh. "Ah, already named it? Quite impressive. And-- well, somewhat, yes. Your little bug friend," he motioned to Taylor still sleeping by his side, "wanted to use my fist to jump onto your horse and attack him. I felt it a bad idea, given his leafy attire, and tried to get him off. However... well, he's a stubborn fellow, so he spun his silk upon my hand in an attempt not to be shaken off. The horse tried to attack us both at that time, and I reacted on impulse with the hand he had spat silk upon. Taylor stayed out of the way, while his silk made for a very effective boxing glove!" An uneasy silence engulfed you both. At least Taylor hadn't jumped onto the back of a fiery horse. That was definitely the better outcome. "Don't worry about my fist. I will be fine." Steele gave you a thumbs-up and a grin. All you could really do was nod back and agree. You decided to turn your attention to Mary instead, and began searching through your haversack for your medical supplies...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 24 Feb 2025 02:45:45 No. 6202746 Report ----- "Where's Andrew?" Steele pondered. You hadn't even considered him for some time now, but... wasn't he supposed to join you? "At the hotel, maybe?" You guessed. "He might be..." Steele sat up again. He'd been watching the stars for nearly an hour now-- you were impressed he made no indication of aching from the gesture. "I think I'll go make sure of it. You're welcome to join if you wish." Aster was still sleeping. Properly, now. His flaming mane had completely gone out, and you'd been trying to study what he looked like without it. The temperature was beginning to plummet, too, especially without that fire. You were really beginning to feel it...>...and felt it best to retire to the hotel with Steele. If the nutberry worked like it did before, Aster could be woken up and led to follow you rather easily. >...but, nevertheless, you wanted to stick it out in the sticks. Even without a sleeping bag, you could handle a night on the outskirts of Sacramento. You'd just have to find something else for comfort.
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>>6202746 >>...and felt it best to retire to the hotel with Steele. If the nutberry worked like it did before, Aster could be woken up and led to follow you rather easily. Anonymous
>>6202744 >Your little bug friend," he motioned to Taylor still sleeping by his side, "wanted to use my fist to jump onto your horse and attack him Absolute madlad bug type
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>>6202793 Bug/grass, too. He tried to tackle a Ponyta with a 4x weakness against it.
>>6202746 >...and felt it best to retire to the hotel with Steele. If the nutberry worked like it did before, Aster could be woken up and led to follow you rather easily. Anonymous
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>>6202746 >...and felt it best to retire to the hotel with Steele. If the nutberry worked like it did before, Aster could be woken up and led to follow you rather easily. I'm curious to read the letter as well, let's get to the hotel
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>>6202744 >>6202746 >...and felt it best to retire to the hotel with Steele. If the nutberry worked like it did before, Aster could be woken up and led to follow you rather easily. Being out here sounds like we're asking to be ambushed.
Speaking of which, could we ask Taylor to try his best to tend to Aster? Now that Aster's flames are out, he shouldn't be able to burn the silk bandaging. If this is not an option, seeking care for/taking care of Aster ourselves would be my replacement suggestion. The poor guy has been hurt quite a bit, and as his owner we are now responsible for his well-being.
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>>6202933 Agreed. Pokemon catching and training in a world without potions is rough.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 25 Feb 2025 02:49:49 No. 6203298 Report supremely shit day, I'm going to save the entry for tomorrow because all I can write right now is depressing. The next scene is not supposed to be depressing. Not even close lol.
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>>6203298 Oh no, sorry to hear it QM. I hope tomorrow is kinder to you. Looking forward to the update!
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>>6203298 That's awful (and quite relatable for me today). I hope it does get better (as the other anon said). We'll be patiently waiting for the next update.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Feb 2025 02:05:03 No. 6203881 Report it seems that the troubles are to continue for some time, but I will write regardless We're heading to the hotel. Writing
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>>6203881 You have my sympathies. Thanks for sticking with it, but if you need time, take it.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Feb 2025 02:16:36 No. 6203901 Report Quoted By:
>>6203888 it's fine man, just some health issues. I'll power through fine, I'm doing lots to stop it right now.
I probably shouldn't be bringing them up, even, but I do want to be as communicative as possible. I really want to write this scene, anyways, so I'm going to get to it now. Thanks for sticking with the quest through all the turmoil.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Feb 2025 03:31:33 No. 6203978 Report ...so you figured it would be a better idea to slightly disturb your new companion rather than risk being attacked at night out here. "I think ah'll be doin' that." You got to your feet and shook out your legs to get your blood pumping a bit. "Guess I gotta find a way t' help Aster up... can you lend a hand or two?" Steele nodded and strutted over to your side. "It's the least I can do. Let me help you there..." <><><><><> Never again would you let yourself try to lift a horse out of its sleep. Not even with help from a relatively strong man. Not <span class="mu-i">ever.</span> You fell into your plush sheets with a loud <span class="mu-i">WHUMPH</span>, your entire body aching and unwinding as it hit the soft mattress, the painful amount of time it took you to get Aster from the outskirts of Sacramento to your hotel weighing on you almost as much as the weight of his bulk had. An absurd thought came to you briefly-- thank God you hadn't had to carry him all the way to the hotel while asleep, thank him twice that he was compliant when you <span class="mu-i">did</span> manage to wake him up, and thank God a third and final time that you could get him into the stables safe and sound. Without his fire, the staff hadn't batted an eye at admitting him... You couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. Before you could even tuck yourself into bed properly, you were out like a light. <><><><><>>Monday, August 18th, 1884 <span class="mu-s">KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK</span> You were forced awake by the loudest knocking you'd ever heard. Before you'd even gotten up, you found yourself yelling-- "Coming, coming!" You threw open your trunk, searching through it for any clothes you had, slapping on a haphazard combination of blazer and briefs, only managing to put on pants by the time you were halfway to the door. You opened the door without shoes, not registering who was there before asking-- "Who is it--?" Why had you even asked? The distinctive face of Mr. Muyr greeted you at the door. "Walter." He spoke coolly. His tone of voice sent a shiver down your spine, but Muyr's expression betrayed his intentions. He was smiling. "My apologies for meeting you so early in the morning," he glanced at the clock and mouthing the time: eight thirty in the morning, "but I wanted to discuss the next week of gatherings at the saloon." Unsure of how to answer, a confused inquiry fell out of your mouth. "How... how'd you find my room?" Muyr took a seat on the fancy ottoman at the foot of your bed. "Oh, sorry. I probably should've clarified-- your friend Andrew let me know your suite number. I was lucky enough to meet him out in the streets." Muyr's smile widened further. "He's a very good fellow. A principled man with a good heart. You'd do well t' learn from him." Why had Andrew given away your suite number to Muyr that quickly..?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Feb 2025 03:32:34 No. 6203982 Report "That's not what I came here for, though." Muyr returned to the topic at hand. "I mentioned when we were last at the Floating Dollar that this week I would be focusing a lot on your, uh, neofauna," his eyes instinctively moved to where Mary tended to linger around your ankles, only for her to be absent, "and their importance at large. It's a topic that I am... less than skilled in." You finally shut the door behind you and took a seat opposite Muyr. He continued speaking. "I'd like to confirm that you will be attending this week's worth of gatherings at the saloon. Just for this week. I want to keep people as cohesive and happy as they were last time you came, and this will be a very important week. I'd like you to be the glue that keeps people together while I introduce all these new ideas to them. I won't force you to attend, just like I didn't before. I'll keep my word on that. I'd like you to be there for Friday, at least, but the end result remains up to you. I'm willing to pay you... twenty dollars a night to attend," he paused while you tried to refrain from gasping, "but your plans are more important than my payment. I will leave the decision up to you." "Additionally..." Muyr stopped, seemingly reconsidering what he was about to say, before continuing, "...I'd appreciate it if you taught me how you came across the means to tame such creatures. Especially with enough ease to be accompanied by more than one. It's rare enough to see one man alongside these creatures in a town like this, let alone a man alongside thrice that number. I don't expect to ever attain that kind of surplus, but I'd like to give it a try. If you want payment for that, too, I'd be happy to provide some." It took you a moment to process all of what he'd said. Your eyes had barely cleared enough to make out his face, yet here he was doling out major proposals for insane amounts of cash. He kept talking, beginning to pace back and forth as he rattled off things he might have to prepare for you once you figured out what you wanted him to pay you for the first speech you'd given, but all of it went in one ear and out the other. You were too busy trying to think of what to do...>Agree to visit the saloon every day without a price and teach Muyr about the basics without a fee. It's the least you feel you can do after how he's treated you. >Visit the saloon every day with the price tag but abstain from asking for payment when teaching. The more people that know how to tame these creatures the better, and if you attach a price tag to the service people might start getting suspicious. >Other adjustments to the terms in case you want to be specific. Adjust modifiers on the template below to make your vote. <span class="mu-b">Visit the saloon [Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday/Friday, remove as needed] for [free/twenty dollars a night, remove the answer you aren't picking], [agree/refuse] to teach Muyr [for payment/for free]</span>>Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Feb 2025 03:33:36 No. 6203984 Report Quoted By:
(additionally, for the uninitiated, 20 dollars in 1884 money is about 645 dollars in 2025 money. Inflation is fun!)
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>>6203982 I'm inclined to
>Visit the saloon every day with the price tag but abstain from asking for payment when teaching. The more people that know how to tame these creatures the better, and if you attach a price tag to the service people might start getting suspicious. but can we ask our traveling companions first if this interferes with any plans of theirs?
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PoképocalypseQM is going to bed ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Feb 2025 03:59:43 No. 6204010 Report Quoted By:
>>6203992 Yes, Walter’s going to do that immediately after negotiating the terms.
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>>6203982 >Agree to visit the saloon every day without a price and teach Muyr about the basics without a fee. It's the least you feel you can do after how he's treated you. Anonymous
>>6203982 >Visit the saloon every day with the price tag but abstain from asking for payment when teaching. The more people that know how to tame these creatures the better, and if you attach a price tag to the service people might start getting suspicious. Walter needs some cash to tide him over until he can collect on his contract. This’ll get us through for a while.
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>>6204096 Seconding. I'd even be willing to drop it to ten dollars a day.
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>>6203992 +1
We don't need that much money, even 10-15 dollars would be fine. I think Waltuh is more interested in breaching it to the people how to tame and take care of neofauna.
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>>6203978 >>6203982 >Visit the saloon every day with the price tag but abstain from asking for payment when teaching. The more people that know how to tame these creatures the better, and if you attach a price tag to the service people might start getting suspicious. Awesome, but I still want around 15 bucks from Muyr. We are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, and relying on Steele is all fun and games until we find ourselves without his company.
Also, after Muyr leaves I would like to read the letter and check in on Aster to see if he is healing properly. Let's question Andrew about him telling Muyr about our suite too. Sounds rather odd for someone as naturally distrusting as him. I suspect this Muyr guy has some sinister connections.
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>>6204253 Yeah we keep getting told Steele spent a lot to get us this far and then some. I think it's only fair Walter gets to make that money back and more from here, especially since we're taking a full week here for the Staters before moving on from Sacramento. There's still so many other states to go between California and New York, and the road is a long one.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 28 Feb 2025 00:21:55 No. 6204969 Report been posting about it in qtg to avoid clogging up the trhead here but im going to save the entry for this weekend i got randomly hit with another fucking fever so i need to take a few days to recuperate i'll be back on saturday/sunday, sit tight til then
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>>6204969 We're waiting patiently. It sucks that you have to suffer from the curse this badly.
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>>6204969 The QM curse has struck everyone at once, it would seem.
Get well soon!
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>>6204969 Take the time you need to RnR and get well soon, OP. I'm a new lurker to the quest and recently caught up, anyway. Just think about fun thoughts like Walter and the gang adopting a Raltz. Or running into a Psyduck with a headache.
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>>6205231 Yeah. I think I'm coming down with something now, too.
>>6205622 >Ralts >on 4chan Down that path, lies darkness.
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>>6205755 >Yeah. I think I'm coming down with something now, too. Sorry to hear that.
>Down that path, lies darkness. The thread was very civil when
Walter trusted the priest at Shenanigan's Gulch with the pack of Zorua . OP seems like a trustworthy guy.
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>>6205899 A man can only remain strong so long...
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>>6205910 I would really prefer that our QM keeps this quest clean. It should be spared all the usual /qst/ degeneracy, not only because I despise it but also because it would be a really shitty and abrupt change to the current theme. Waltur is a virtuous Christian and I would like him to remain one in this aspect.
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>>6206070 Agreed. Walter is a devout and responsible role model, as his care for the neofauna he already has shows. I doubt that degeneracy would be an actual risk given the precedent set for his character. If he ever does end up becoming a "parent" to an intelligent mon, the worst he would do is losing them on accident.
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>>6206070 >>6206093 >>6205910 Obviously, we must find our lad a good, virtuous human waifu STAT.
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>>6205910 We had a guy in my high school who lost his flash drive. Someone plugged it into a computer to find its owner and got flashbanged by literal gigabytes of Pokémon porn.
The owner was the spergiest sperg who ever sperged. He wore a Naruto headband and ran down the hall with his arms behind him.
Think on this for a bit before you continue with… whatever that is.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 03 Mar 2025 01:42:57 No. 6206791 Report Quoted By:
the fever's winding down but I need to give myself another night
entry tomorrow, hopefully earlier
thank you for all the well-wishes; here's hoping to less interruptions from now on
>>6206070 >>6206093 lol, don't worry about it. I'm a borderline prude, there's gonna be none of that kind of stuff in this quest.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 03 Mar 2025 20:51:45 No. 6207203 Report Quoted By:
Oh, I just realized I both did not post about my writing and didn't actually settle the vote. We're going to negotiate with Muyr to get paid to attend daily, but teach him for free. Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 03 Mar 2025 23:02:36 No. 6207260 Report Twenty dollars a night... "...and we could arrange for a carriage next Monday at the earliest..." Muyr was still pacing around, practically rambling to himself at this point, walking in the same exact circular motion as before. "Mr. Muyr?" You interrupted. That got his attention. The aged man stopped his pacing and gave you a furrowed glance. "Yes?" "Ah'd uh, ah'd be happy t' jus' teach you for free. I don't think it'd be right t' put a price on that kind of thing." You said, while returning Muyr's empty chair to your desk. "And... I'll attend every night, but... it's a lot of time out of my schedule, and I need t' check with my group to make sure that it won't interfere with them either. I'll do it for fifteen, but... ah just need t' make sure I can before you pay me." That left the old man... relieved? He walked over and gave your hand a firm shake, leaving it rather sore after he was done. "I suppose that's settled, then! I'll see you tonight and pay you then. If you have the time to spare, I'd appreciate your tutoring to be as soon as possible, after the meeting." Muyr started towards the door. "I apologize for interrupting your morning so suddenly. I'll send some forewarning next time. I hope your day goes well, Walter." "And yours, Mr. Muyr." You stammered. With that, the man was gone... and you had yet to catch up on what he'd said. <><><><><> Breakfast was surprisingly hearty today. Alongside the usual fluffy french toast sat a side of mixed salad, its ingredients unknown to you but rather tasty-looking, and some grapes in a small bowl. "I know this hotel is expensive, but I didn't expect so much food given the circumstances," you wondered aloud. "Haven't you read the news, my boy? There's been a sudden surplus!" Steele remarked once he was done swallowing what looked like some kind of cabbage. Huh. Maybe it had to do with Florian's kind? You'd seen what they could do with simple berries. What would happen if they got ahold of entire crop fields..? Andrew was almost halfway done with his french toast. "If any'a you want my salad, go ahead 'n take it. I won't touch it. Didn't order it, anyhow." Steele snapped up his offer right away. You were too busy noticing that almost every other patron at the dining hall had a salad at their tables, too... "...must be a big surplus if they're forcin' it onto guests..." Andrew nodded. "Yep. I don't trust it much. Not like I'm one for eatin' leaves, anyways. That's Dora's job." He smirked. While Andrew stuffed another piece of french toast in his mouth, you couldn't help but give Steele a glance in hopes of seeing something happen. Andrew's suspicion was rubbing off on you... but all you figured out was that Steele really liked that salad. Oh well. Andrew, though... well, you had something important to ask him. "Hey, Andrew?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 03 Mar 2025 23:03:38 No. 6207261 Report The buffalo hunter nodded and gave you his attention. "Did you... tell Mr. Muyr where I was stayin'?" You didn't realize it, but the question came out as a whisper. Andrew asked you to repeat it a little more loudly, but understood it before you could finish your second try. "Oh, right. I've got to apologize fer that. He'd mentioned sending you a letter last evenin' that you never read. Was waitin' for you in his office all day and you never showed. Ah guess I felt a bit sorry for the bastard an'... forgot t' think before ah told him about stuff like that. Sorry." You were actually surprised to hear Andrew apologize. He didn't seem like the type. His expression was rather sincere, too. "I don't know how he found me, neither. Was out trainin' almost all day after you brought me to that church." The idea seemed to unsettle Andrew, and he returned his eyes to his plate. "...thanks for apologizin', anyways." You smiled, trying to distract him to no avail. You could worry about his explanations for giving away your room number later. "On the topic of trainin', though... what are you two going to be doin' for the next week'r so?" Steele chimed in, more than eager to explain. "Ah, finally, a more jovial topic! Well! I was planning on spending some time fishing today, by the harbor, away from the ships in a spot I had reserved a few days prior. Tomorrow I'd like to take the steamer down the river come afternoon, and I have plenty of exercise planned for the early morning and late evening..." Steele's plans were <span class="mu-i">extensive</span> and rather lavish. You could barely find a free hour within most of them. You had to stop him from going hour by hour for all of Friday and Saturday's activities, but were surprised to hear of no theatre or dining at Igel's among them. You'd expected him to be doing more things in the richer parts of town, but Steele seemed adamant about exploring Sacramento's other sectors instead. Andrew, on the other hand, was much more concise. "There're meetings every evenin' at the Floatin' Dollar. I'll be there. Other than that, ah haven't got anythin' planned. Some trainin', probably." He wasn't looking at you while he spoke, but gave you a brief glance once he was nearly done. "I'd be up t' look through your journal some more, if you'd let me."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 03 Mar 2025 23:05:13 No. 6207262 Report You had plenty of time to burn until the meeting today... so it wouldn't hurt to figure out your priorities while you could still let Steele and Andrew know about them.>Spend the day... >...at the hotel. Take a rest in your room, give your neofauna some care at the stables, and just relax. >...fishing with Steele. If you bring Mary along, you might be able to help him catch lots of fish. >...training with Andrew. You're curious about a rematch, especially now that you have some more variety amongst your team. >...training alone. You want to develop Mary's new move-- that strange cottony wool needs a name, and you definitely want to apply it to battle use. Plus, you need to get Aster used to receiving commands somehow... >Write-in.
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>>6207262 >...training alone. You want to develop Mary's new move-- that strange cottony wool needs a name, and you definitely want to apply it to battle use. Plus, you need to get Aster used to receiving commands somehow... We need to make sure Aster is in a good temperament to make sure he doesn't cause a ruckus later.
>>6207261 >Well! I was planning on spending some time fishing today, by the harbor, away from the ships in a spot I had reserved a few days prior. We'd be wise to remind him that the local game has dramatically changed since the neofauna arrived.
I really despise the fifteen minute wait. Anonymous
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>>6207262 >>...training alone. You want to develop Mary's new move-- that strange cottony wool needs a name, and you definitely want to apply it to battle use. Plus, you need to get Aster used to receiving commands somehow... Anonymous
>>6207262 >...training alone. You want to develop Mary's new move-- that strange cottony wool needs a name, and you definitely want to apply it to battle use. Plus, you need to get Aster used to receiving commands somehow... Anonymous
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>>6207305 >We'd be wise to remind him that the local game has dramatically changed since the neofauna arrived. Good thinking.
>>6207262 Adding that to mt vote at
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>>6207260 >>6207261 >>6207262 >...training alone. You want to develop Mary's new move-- that strange cottony wool needs a name, and you definitely want to apply it to battle use. Plus, you need to get Aster used to receiving commands somehow... We should also focus on seeing what Aster can do and help Taylor and Florian become a bit more combat-worthy. Especially Florian has a hard time holding his own, so his training is needed.
>>6207305 The best solution to this is to only post from a desktop with fixed IP. It sucks, but it avoids the egregious waiting times.
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>>6207305 If you’re posting from your phone, all you need to do is verify a junk email address and close all of your 4chan tabs.
That cleared the spam filter for me.
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>>6207262 >>6207305 +1 on training alone and reminding Steele of the risks of fishing in the modern day. Maybe we should consider training near where he is fishing, so we can help if he's in danger.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 05 Mar 2025 03:47:10 No. 6208028 Report Quoted By:
Alright, we'll be talking with Steele for a bit longer and then heading off to train our team! Going to start writing now, not sure if I'll finish before 12am. If I don't, I'll just post tomorrow.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 05 Mar 2025 18:02:56 No. 6208137 Report It was an easy choice. Aster needed some special attention, you figured, and you really needed to figure out some way to get a hold of Mary's new technique... You took another bite out of your french toast. "I think it'd be best for me t' train alone t'day, Andrew. Thank you for offerin' to keep me company, though." The cowboy gave you another nod and went back to munching on his french toast, so you turned your attention to a concern you had. "Steele... ah don't know if the harbor's very safe right now." The businessman seemed about to say something, but listened intently instead. You elaborated. "Well, besides all of the people with nothin' to lose... ah think you're underestimating the neofauna." Steele burst into laughter. "Walter, please!" He forced himself to swallow the half-eaten salad leaf he had sticking out of his mouth, then continued. "Are you truly concerned over some strange fish that could splash water at me? Or one of those small duckling-like creatures you encountered? The ones who gave you nothing but a harmless splash... I'll be fine. I have Indiana as my guard, and I am <span class="mu-i">far</span> away from any danger. You are worrying excessively." Steele's expression was beaming with his usual positivity, but you couldn't help but feel dampened regardless. It was hard to shake the feeling that something would happen... but what other choice did you have? The harbor was almost entirely surrounded by water or human development. It wasn't like you could keep an eye on him without being conspicuous about it. So, you tried to relax. Maybe Steele was right. Andrew's paranoia was rubbing off on you; you were worrying too much. Hell, he might've been right. Your former adversary now slept in your stables... what was there to worry about? <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 05 Mar 2025 18:06:15 No. 6208140 Report "Left." Again. Aster gave you a fierce snort and stomped his heel. You had been at this for nearly an hour now. The damned stallion wouldn't listen to a word you said. You had tried every technique: baiting with treats, yelling to try and impose urgency-- you'd almost resorted to pushing the fool around yourself. It was time for a break. He clearly wasn't listening to anything and forcing it wasn't helping. Maybe if you let him be on his own for a little, he'd be more partial to listening to you... ...Mary needed more work, anyways. You turned your attention to the twitchy young sheep, grazing on some grass near the pond you'd parked yourselves at, enjoying herself in the absentminded way that only a sheep could. "Mary?" The titular sheep's ears twitched a tad, but she only looked your way after ripping out a fat wad of grass and beginning to chew. "Mary," you knelt down and pointed to a sizeable rock a few feet away from you, "shock." A speedy <span class="mu-i">zap</span> buzzed around Mary's wool, and a bolt of lightning broke free of her body. The rock was fried instantly... though you wouldn't be able to tell unless you saw Mary do it. You breathed a sigh of relief. At least you hadn't randomly lost your touch. You gave your girl a light noogie and motioned for her to follow you. While on your way to a better target, you couldn't help but mull over what had caused Mary's wool to change into that strange cotton-like substance. Was it dependent on her mood? Did she need to be especially angry or determined? She only did it during battle, after all. But... why would something more annoying than painful be an expression of anger? And would you really want to anger her just to train the move? "Behhh!" Mary reared up, caught off-guard as another one of those blue ducklings landed right in front of her. Said duckling quacked right at her-- within the moment, Mary's face was soaked. Maybe you really <span class="mu-i">were</span> overestimating how much danger Steele was in. While you forced yourself not to laugh at the situation, Mary took things upon herself. She quickly pounced on the duckling... instantly summoning the strange wool and forcing it onto the duckling! She definitely had control over it by now, so you took your chance. "That-- yes, Mary, cotton it!" The command sounded silly, but you had no better choice of words. The duckling was definitely coated in the same substance that'd restrained Aster the other night, and was clearly struggling to fly with it attached... Mary bleated once more, pulling herself away from the duckling and shocking it without a command. You jumped in halfway-- "shock, it, yes," but had a feeling that she was still acting mostly on her own accord. That left you no option but to wait, until... there it was, again! "Cotton it!"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 05 Mar 2025 18:07:16 No. 6208141 Report Mary seemed to draw the correlation, and once the duckling was barely able to move at all... your sheep finally relented, turning around to you and tilting her head. The perfect target was just sitting there... but you felt it more just to pick all the cotton off of the little bird and let it fly free. Once it had flown off, you noticed that it'd left behind a little ball of intertwined reeds, and your training plans were soon back on track. ----- Midday descended upon you like a warm blanket on a winter sweater. You were sweating like mad, to the point where you <span class="mu-i">had</span> to take a break. It'd been a few hours now, it wouldn't hurt... There was a tree not too far from your training spot. It made for a great place to rest. So, you laid back against the trunk and pulled out the newspaper... <span class="mu-s">DEMON ATTACKS AT SUNDOWN. Yellow Devil Spotted near Industry...</span> The article detailed an encounter not dissimilar to your own, including an interview with a "very confused gentleman" who insisted that the "demon" had stolen one of his spoons. The tone seemed very strange to you. It was supposed to be an impartial article, but it didn't <span class="mu-i">sound</span> right... the article ended with a paragraph praising mayor Huntington for his . <span class="mu-s">SURPLUS OF LEAFY VEGETABLES in CENTRAL VALLEY FEEDS HUNGRY CALIFORNIANS...</span> This one put a smile on your face. Apparently, the surplus had done wonders for many of the small towns you'd passed through to get here. There was an interview with "a very fussy British nurse" talking about how it was a godsend after a week of meager supplies from Sacramento, and a farmer from Marysville being concerned about how his workload had doubled overnight. Most of the article consisted of interviews like these, but only one voice really seemed familiar to you. Glancing back up at the sky, you figured that the worst of this heat would be over with in about an hour. After that...>...you'd keep training Aster specifically for as long as it took to get him to obey you. You don't want to risk any kind of fire-breather getting out of control. >...you'd focus your attention on Taylor and Florian until the sun went down. You're still a little apprehensive about letting Florian fight, but you want to find some way to get him to replicate that aroma from before. Maybe he could support the rest of your team away from the battlefield? >...you'd take a peek around the industrial sector, just for fun. It wouldn't hurt to try and get a better look at that strange yellow fellow from before... >...you'd stop training for now and go check on Steele. Just to be safe.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 05 Mar 2025 18:11:11 No. 6208143 Report Mary seemed to draw the correlation, and once the duckling was barely able to move at all... your sheep finally relented, turning around to you and tilting her head. The perfect target was just sitting there... but you felt it more just to pick all the cotton off of the little bird and let it fly free. Once it had flown off, you noticed that it'd left behind a little ball of intertwined reeds, and your training plans were soon back on track. ----- Midday descended upon you like a warm blanket on a winter sweater. You were sweating like mad, to the point where you <span class="mu-i">had</span> to take a break. It'd been a few hours now, it wouldn't hurt... There was a tree not too far from your training spot. It made for a great place to rest. So, you laid back against the trunk and pulled out the newspaper... <span class="mu-s">DEMON ATTACKS AT SUNDOWN. Yellow Devil Spotted near Industry...</span> The article detailed an encounter not dissimilar to your own, including an interview with a "very confused gentleman" who insisted that the "demon" had stolen one of his spoons. The tone seemed very strange to you. It was supposed to be an impartial article, but it didn't <span class="mu-i">sound</span> right... the article ended with a paragraph praising mayor Huntington for his "determined and patriotic" attitude and action against these "menaces". <span class="mu-s">SURPLUS OF LEAFY VEGETABLES in CENTRAL VALLEY FEEDS HUNGRY CALIFORNIANS...</span> This one put a smile on your face. Apparently, the surplus had done wonders for many of the small towns you'd passed through to get here. There was an interview with "a very fussy British nurse" talking about how it was a godsend after a week of meager supplies from Sacramento, and a farmer from Marysville being concerned about how his workload had doubled overnight. Most of the article consisted of interviews like these, but only one voice really seemed familiar to you. Glancing back up at the sky, you figured that the worst of this heat would be over with in about an hour. After that...>...you'd keep training Aster specifically for as long as it took to get him to obey you. You don't want to risk any kind of fire-breather getting out of control. >...you'd focus your attention on Taylor and Florian until the sun went down. You're still a little apprehensive about letting Florian fight, but you want to find some way to get him to replicate that aroma from before. Maybe he could support the rest of your team away from the battlefield? >...you'd take a peek around the industrial sector, just for fun. It wouldn't hurt to try and get a better look at that strange yellow fellow from before... >...you'd stop training for now and go check on Steele. Just to be safe.
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>>6208137 >>6208140 >>6208141 >...you'd focus your attention on Taylor and Florian until the sun went down. You're still a little apprehensive about letting Florian fight, but you want to find some way to get him to replicate that aroma from before. Maybe he could support the rest of your team away from the battlefield? Taylor and Florian desperately need some form of combat training. Even if they are offensively useless (which Taylor at least is not), they should still be able to hold their own when attacked.
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>>6208143 >...you'd stop training for now and go check on Steele. Just to be safe. Anonymous
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>>6208143 >It was supposed to be an impartial article, but it didn't sound right... the article ended with a paragraph praising mayor Huntington Let's keep this in mind for our speech tonight, might be useful to suggest spreading our own propaganda.
>There was an interview with "a very fussy British nurse" >Most of the article consisted of interviews like these, but only one voice really seemed familiar to you. That has to be Cora.
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>>6208144 +1
What's the worst Steele could be faced with? No Gyarados is out there yet
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>>6208212 Maybe he'll even come back with a new water pokemon. Did we leave any nutberries with him?
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>>6208143 >>...you'd stop training for now and go check on Steele. Just to be safe. Anonymous
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>>6208212 >hypnotized by a Poliwag >caught in a psychic explosion from a Psyduck with a migraine >chomped by a Totodile >shot by a Clauncher >devorued by a hrode of Sorphish >sliced open by an Oshawott >bitten by a Basculin >blinded by the toxic tears of a Sobble >impaled by an Arrocuda The possibilities are endless! Welcome, to the wonderful world of Pokemon!
>>6208143 >...you'd keep training Aster specifically for as long as it took to get him to obey you. You don't want to risk any kind of fire-breather getting out of control. Anonymous
>>6208143 >...you'd stop training for now and go check on Steele. Just to be safe. He could be wrestling with a Barraskewda for all we know.
>>6207561 >from your phone I've got a PC. Thanks for the tip, anyway.
>>6208213 I don't think so, but iirc the rentry might have info on our inventory.
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>>6208339 I think the inventory system was removed in the recent rentry overhaul. The only inventory thing in there as of writing is the amount of nutberries we possess (none but a sprouting sapling).
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 07 Mar 2025 01:23:29 No. 6208867 Report Hey, sorry, a major interruption got in the way and I've got to spend the rest of today fixing it. Won't be done until like halfway through tomorrow maybe. It's stupid important, it's basically my future path, and I'm going to take today off for it.
Tomorrow i'll probably be able to put out an entry later; at worst, two days from now. Nothing today though, sorry.
>>6208611 Yeah, I got rid of the inventory since it was rarely relevant and kept nagging at my neurotic brain. You can still see nutberries though for sure. I think Steele still has one left over from what you gave him in Redding...
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>>6208867 Take your time, QM. See you soon, and good look with your mysterious future thing!
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>>6208867 Godspeed, QM. Take the attention and time you need for that.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 08 Mar 2025 02:42:06 No. 6209365 Report Rolled 25 (1d100) oh, I just realized I hadn't made the writing post lol.
I'm writing! We'll be visiting Steele, as he just barely won out over any training. Update coming soon!
>>6208872 Thank you! Things have been really rocky with that just due to communication issues, but I think it's finally settled. Next ~5 years of my life should be pretty on-track from now on. Anonymous
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>>6209365 >spoiler Glad to hear it, QM. Be well, see you soon.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 11 Mar 2025 01:27:13 No. 6211060 Report ...you thought it'd be a good idea to go someplace a bit less arid. A river, maybe. Within proximity to a certain older man you were beginning to worry for. Later, though. For now... you needed some rest. <><><><><> It was fine, you told yourself, forcing your hand away from your haversack. He had Indiana with him, you reminded yourself while whistling for your party to regroup around you, stepping over an especially dirty pant leg while trying to cross the bridge. Steele was completely fine, and you were just being a worrywart. You didn't need to be so antsy about defending him, or yourself, even around here. There was nothing wrong... ...well, besides the obvious. You couldn't help but remain dismayed. Many of the homeless around the harbor had begun setting up makeshift camps or shelter between the nooks and crannies of less-fortunate buildings. The streets were still filthy. You never let your guard down, all the way south across the riverbank, throwing glances every which way while keeping constant track of your party... ...the party that these homeless were more aware of than ever. Aster had been an auspicious addition, given the type of crowd that had taken up residence around these parts. The company of a flaming pony seemed to catch enough people by surprise that almost nobody dared to even approach you. Not even the guards... You tucked that strange realization away in the back of your head for the time being and carried on. It wasn't until the overcrowded harbor began to thin out that you managed to let yourself relax a little. ----- As the riverbank became less and less industrial, the homeless became much more sparse. As a bonus, the people there seemed much more industrious than those who had congregated near the bridge and the shops. The various bums around these parts were already trying to make the best of things-- instead of catching you off-guard with a knife or a wail for help like you had been last time you visited, you'd often be met with a silent nod or ignorance as the people around here collected objects to sell or tried their very best to fish up something to eat. Steele was absent, so you had to walk further south still... -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 11 Mar 2025 01:28:14 No. 6211063 Report "...Buchanan!" Steele spotted you before you could find him. He was sat by the riverbank with Indiana, waving at you with one hand and holding a rather fancy fishing rod in the other. A mellow smile was on his face. You couldn't help but exchange the expression. He was safe! Of course he was. Thank God, you'd been proven wrong... "Come sit next to me, won't you?" You did as the man asked without hesitation. Steele chuckled once you finally sat yourself down and let all the air leave your lungs. "Ah, yes, it's quite the long walk! Rest all you'd like. I paid good money for this seat..." It wasn't hard to glean as much from Steele's spending habits, but you had to wonder if the man had fallen for a scam. All he really had to his name here was that rod, an ENORMOUS tin bucket, and a small wooden platform with a very nice-looking cushion atop it... which you weren't convinced didn't come from the hotel. You couldn't help but ask: "Is it really so hard t' get a place by the harbor?" Steele nodded. "A safe one, yes! The water around these parts has been tested to be free of any danger, be they human or otherwise, and this riverbank has very exclusive access!" Odd. You'd just walked right in. "...this part?" Steele held his smile for a little bit, unsteadily, before nodding again. "This part! And downwind..." ...he pointed to his right, which led to-- wow. Definitive proof that he was not being scammed. <span class="mu-i">Even further</span> down the river, past the city limits and who <span class="mu-i">knew</span> how long a walk away, you could see a brief glimmer of light. There was an enormous sign of some sorts, painted with a terrifying amount of yellow paint and covered in illegible purple writing, topped off with a series of torches and a large wooden cut-out of a fish. All along the riverbank were fancy rods, not unlike Steele's own, attached to the kind of filthy-rich clientele that a place like Igel's attracted like flies. "...that's where I was supposed to be." Steele was a little quieter. "It was rather loud. Not unlike the harbor itself, just with a... wealthier customerbase." "No kiddin'..." Even from here, the place looked beyond extravagant. It must have been a great place to fish if someone was willing to pour that much money into that specific part of the riverbank. "Ah couldn't afford t' stay at a place like that whether ah had the money to or not." You chuckled. Steele smiled. "Then we have something in common! That's always something nice to learn." Something in common? You needed a moment to realize... he wasn't talking about price. Suddenly, there was a small bob... and a bloop! Steele's bobber was pulled underwater! The grizzled businessman barked victory, then grabbed his rod... and pulled <span class="mu-i">hard.</span> Harder than you'd ever seen someone his age pull. That wasn't supposed to be necessary--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 11 Mar 2025 01:29:36 No. 6211066 Report <span class="mu-b">TH-WOOSH</span> Before you could finish that thought, an enormous <span class="mu-i">Iniscis Rebrectus</span> came flying out of the water! The enormous specimen was large enough to briefly blot out the sun at its peak. The bright red of its scales briefly glinted upon the enormous yellow fin that the fish donned upon its dorsal... ...before being caught in Indiana's claws and dunked into the enormous tin bucket! Only after you'd spent a minute taking the fish's form in had you noticed that... you were soaking wet. You couldn't tell whether the water had come from the fish's incredible sault or from its form being dunked into the slightly-wet bucket, but it didn't really matter. You had an easy way to dry yourself off now... didn't you? "Aster! Aster. Here boy..." You called for your horse... who promptly proceeded to ignore you. Steele raised a brow. "You'd risk yourself getting burned just to dry your shirt?" You shrugged. "Ah doubt he'll burn me. He's not that ornery. Besides, it beats getting sick from bein' soaked..." "Well, if you want to keep me company, I doubt it'd be very prudent of you to try and dry yourself off right now! Leave your horse alone and come fish with me for a little while." Steele procured a second fishing rod, made from a stick and a string with a little berry attached to the end of it, from inside his coat. It was smaller than his own... but you figured it wouldn't do much harm to give it a go. As you tossed your bobber into the water, Steele started up conversation right away. "You know, the fishing has gone rather well today..." -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 11 Mar 2025 01:30:37 No. 6211068 Report Once the river began to swallow the sun, both you and Steele figured it would be a good idea to stop. The two of you had nearly filled the bucket up to the brim. There was also an alarming balance of neofauna to fish in there-- about a quarter of your catches were some variation of neofauna, mostly <span class="mu-i">Iniscis Rebrectus,</span> with the remaining neofauna being the aggressive, red-striped <span class="mu-i">Pinnascis Carbunculus</span> and a rather similar blue-striped variant that seemed slightly less aggressive. You now sat, notebook in hand, mulling over the differences between the red-striped and blue-striped variants (if they were even variants at all-- maybe they were different species?) while Steele counted his catches and sorted the proper fish from the neofauna. He was mumbling something about the differences being minor underneath his breath, but raised his voice to make a joke. "I suppose the biggest difference is that the fish would be much easier to eat, wouldn't they? I doubt they'd put up much of a fight. We could have one for dinner if we'd liked to." While Steele chuckled to himself and got back to work... you remembered something important. "O-oh, shoot. Steele, I've got t' be someplace very soon." You tossed the incapacitated neofauna back into Steele's bucket and got up, whistling for your team to gather around you (and waiting for Aster to bother responding). "It's been fun. Ah'll see you later," you smiled. Steele seemed to remind himself of something, acknowledging you briefly, before returning to his fish-counting...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 11 Mar 2025 01:31:38 No. 6211069 Report <><><><><> You stood, now, before the door to the Floating Dollar. The sun had sunken well beneath the horizon, but you could hear from the inside that the Staters were only just getting going. In your haversack lay a few essentials: a few makeshift nutberries for you and Mr. Muyr to practice with, a muzzle and some fire-retardant materials in case Aster got out of hand, and... well, you weren't sure if you'd need this one, but you'd managed to make a little dummy of an <span class="mu-i">Obscurnus Catulus</span> with Taylor's help. You figured it was a cute enough neofauna not to be threatening, but not so cute as to seem completely nonthreatening. A perfect target for a test dummy. After prying open the door of the Saloon, you took your first few steps down the staircase... before realizing just how much you had to get done. Mr. Muyr wanted his speech and his training, Andrew was supposed to be in attendance, and there was an entire crowd of people waiting for you...>Best you meet with Mr. Muyr first. Get all this sorted. You're not entirely sure what to talk about on stage, or if you're going to be on-stage much, and want to know for sure before you screw up any plans. >Slink into the crowd and try to find Andrew before anything else. You're pretty sure Mr. Muyr mentioned wanting to open today on his own, and there are so many people gathered here already... that's probably his audience. >Blend in and pretend to be a nobody. There's no real reason to seek out Andrew, and trying to find Mr. Muyr might disrupt whatever seems to be going on. It'd be a better idea to just try talking to people and minding your own business. >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 11 Mar 2025 01:36:31 No. 6211072 Report Quoted By:
(for those caught unawares by the scientific names, I'll recommend you give this document a look:
https://pastebin.com/njD8Yvfn it's got info on all of the ones Walter has encountered so far. Enjoy!)
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>>6211069 >Slink into the crowd and try to find Andrew before anything else. You're pretty sure Mr. Muyr mentioned wanting to open today on his own, and there are so many people gathered here already... that's probably his audience. Let's hear what he has to say, when he isn't playing a tune just for our ear.
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>>6211069 >Best you meet with Mr. Muyr first. Get all this sorted. You're not entirely sure what to talk about on stage, or if you're going to be on-stage much, and want to know for sure before you screw up any plans. It'd be odd to not coordinate with the man paying us first. Unless we promised to meet up with Andrew, we should check in.
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>>6211148 +1
Andrew is FINE
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>>6211060 >>6211063 >>6211066 >>6211068 >>6211069 Big entry. Rather nicely done, QM.
>Slink into the crowd and try to find Andrew before anything else. You're pretty sure Mr. Muyr mentioned wanting to open today on his own, and there are so many people gathered here already... that's probably his audience. I think Muyr will be fine with us whatever we do. His previous attitude has kind of reflected that we are of so much use to him that we don't really have to worry about the specifics. Andrew, on the other hand, hasn't shown himself to be the most agreeable in social contact. Combine that with the hot-headed and rather dull-witted types around this bar, and you have a potential recipe for disaster.
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>>6211092 +1 for andrew, I want to know his take on this whole thing
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 12 Mar 2025 02:00:11 No. 6211456 Report entry tomorrow, im barely awake and have slept very poorly apologies
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>>6211456 Don't sweat it. Sleep well, QM, and thanks for letting us know.
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>>6211456 Happens to the best of us. We will be waiting patiently.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Mar 2025 02:12:14 No. 6211816 Report Okay, I slept alright today lol. Seriously don't know why I was basically nonfunctional yesterday, but today I'm definitely better-off. On that note: we'll be checking up on Andrew! Writing soon.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Mar 2025 03:57:40 No. 6211850 Report Quoted By:
Then again, you weren't the sole star of the show today. Mr. Muyr was supposed to open things before you ever got on-stage. It wouldn't hurt, then, to go looking for a certain acquaintance of yours... Mary bolted ahead of you while you helped Aster down the narrow staircase. You found it curious how he'd decided to keep his flames in. Either Aster didn't keep them out on the regular... or the horse somehow knew that alcohol, the most pungent smell permeating both your noses, was flammable. Both possibilities intrigued you, but you had higher priorities. The crowd below you was littered with various people from all walks of life. You could see the more downtrodden crowd from before for sure-- the average workers in their jeans and loafers, the rebellious soldiers in outdated gear, the citizens who'd lost everything in their worn-out clothes... ...but there seemed to be a small smattering of richer folks around the place today. Here and there you'd spot a top hat or two. Blazers or collared shirts made out of finer materials. Not one of these people were accompanied by any kind of neofauna, nor were they mingling with other guests. Most of them seemed to congregate around the back, as well... ...and there, just in front of the strange crowd of richer blood, stood Andrew. You were certain it was him. He was still wearing his tan stetson, looking up at the ceiling and chewing on something you couldn't make out. Behind him lay Buckwheat, seemingly asleep, atop whom stood Andrew's fiery chick. Aster's hooves made a quiet clopping sound as they touched down on the saloon floor, the pony soon moving to the side as you tumbled down after him, almost forgetting to keep yourself upright as you got lost in your thoughts. Right, you weren't pushing Aster forward anymore-- You got to your feet and dusted yourself off, hoping nobody had noticed you tripping. Just as you did so, Mr. Muyr could be seen exiting his office and heading for the stage. You hurried over to the fringes of the crowd, slinking against the wall and into the back of the saloon, apologizing to everyone you accidentally bumped (or whom Aster huffed at, bumped into, nudged...), only managing to slow down and catch your breath when... "...g-good t' see you, Andrew." Lord, that felt nice. You hadn't been able to take a deep breath like that in some time now. The cowboy looked at you like you'd grown two heads. He sat himself upright and turned towards you, leaning on his knees and clasping his palms. "Walter... it's good t' see you too. Ah fergot you were attendin' today." "Hah, how? I'm goin' every day this week!" You took another deep breath. "Another favor for Mr. Muyr." Andrew's shock began to fade. The buffalo hunter eventually settled into a sort of tense smile. "Good man, he is... well, take a seat, won't ya?" You did as Andrew suggested, just as Mr. Muyr began his speech. "Ladies and gentlemen..."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Mar 2025 04:00:25 No. 6211851 Report Then again, you weren't the sole star of the show today. Mr. Muyr was supposed to open things before you ever got on-stage. It wouldn't hurt, then, to go looking for a certain acquaintance of yours... Mary bolted ahead of you while you helped Aster down the narrow staircase. You found it curious how he'd decided to keep his flames in. Either Aster didn't keep them out on the regular... or the horse somehow knew that alcohol, the most pungent smell permeating both your noses, was flammable. Both possibilities intrigued you, but you had higher priorities. The crowd below you was littered with various people from all walks of life. You could see the more downtrodden crowd from before for sure-- the average workers in their jeans and loafers, the rebellious soldiers in outdated gear, the citizens who'd lost everything in their worn-out clothes... ...but there seemed to be a small smattering of richer folks around the place today. Here and there you'd spot a top hat or two. Blazers or collared shirts made out of finer materials. Not one of these people were accompanied by any kind of neofauna, nor were they mingling with other guests. Most of them seemed to congregate around the back, as well... ...and there, just in front of the strange crowd of richer blood, stood Andrew. You were certain it was him. He was still wearing his tan stetson, looking up at the ceiling and chewing on something you couldn't make out. Behind him lay Buckwheat, seemingly asleep, atop whom stood Andrew's fiery chick. Aster's hooves made a quiet clopping sound as they touched down on the saloon floor, the pony soon moving to the side as you tumbled down after him, almost forgetting to keep yourself upright as you got lost in your thoughts. Right, you weren't pushing Aster forward anymore-- You got to your feet and dusted yourself off, hoping nobody had noticed you tripping. Just as you did so, Mr. Muyr could be seen exiting his office and heading for the stage. You hurried over to the fringes of the crowd, slinking against the wall and into the back of the saloon, apologizing to everyone you accidentally bumped (or whom Aster huffed at, bumped into, nudged...), only managing to slow down and catch your breath when... "...g-good t' see you, Andrew." Lord, that felt nice. You hadn't been able to take a deep breath like that in some time now. The cowboy looked at you like you'd grown two heads. He sat himself upright and turned towards you, leaning on his knees and clasping his palms. "Walter... it's good t' see you too. Ah fergot you were attendin' today." "Hah, how? I'm goin' every day this week!" You took another deep breath. "Another favor for Mr. Muyr."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 13 Mar 2025 04:02:06 No. 6211852 Report Andrew's shock began to fade. The buffalo hunter eventually settled into a sort of tense smile. "Good on you. He'll appreciate your service." He paused, then made a motion. "Take a seat." You did as Andrew suggested and took a seat beside him just as Mr. Muyr began his speech. "Gentlemen, I stand before you today to address..." ----- Mr. Muyr had been talking for quite some time. His vocal skills were extremely impressive: this was no small saloon, and yet both you and Andrew could hear him loud and clear. There was a certain strictness about his tone, too... you could absolutely believe all his talk about serving in the War. It was almost hard not to be entranced by the gravitas in his tone. While both you and Andrew were listening attentively, you could see that your neofauna most certainly were not. Mary had taken to sniffing Andrew's chick all over, while Aster and Buckwheat were laying across the saloon from one another and giving each other dirty looks. Taylor and Florian slept atop you without issue, of course... but you needed to keep an eye on the other two. Andrew seemed similarly distracted by the creatures, which gave you an idea. You had quiet a few topics of discussion on your mind, and you were going to be training with Mr. Muyr later...>Ask Andrew about his day. It seems like small talk, but you're curious about his chick. It seems... different, somehow, and you're wondering if what Andrew's been doing recently has anything to do with it. >Bring up the richer folk in the back... quietly, of course. You don't think they're close enough to hear you regardless, but it's never very polite to gossip. Then again... why were they here? Maybe Andrew would know. >Be direct: ask why Andrew is seemingly so fond of Mr. Muyr, despite the two of them barely knowing each other. Had you missed something? >Write-in
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>>6211852 This is a tough one. On one hand, that note about Andrew's chick seems interesting, but knowing why Andrew is here is important. However, we don't want to step on any toes right now.
>Ask Andrew about his day. It seems like small talk, but you're curious about his chick. It seems... different, somehow, and you're wondering if what Andrew's been doing recently has anything to do with it. Anonymous
>>6211851 >>6211852 >Ask Andrew about his day. It seems like small talk, but you're curious about his chick. It seems... different, somehow, and you're wondering if what Andrew's been doing recently has anything to do with it. Why is Andrew so chummy with the richer part of these firebrands?
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>>6211879 >>6212021 +1
Yeah after that scene in the hotel dining hall, I thought Andrew hated the rich because he's a secret outlaw. But now he's here hanging out near them willingly? Certainly a complex character
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>>6211852 >>6211879 >>6212021 +1
Aster and Buckwheat are in the mood to fight I assume?
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>>6211816 Glad you're feeling better, QM. Welcome back!
>>6211852 Andrew's tense, huh? Hm.
>Bring up the richer folk in the back... quietly, of course. You don't think they're close enough to hear you regardless, but it's never very polite to gossip. Then again... why were they here? Maybe Andrew would know. Could be related.
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>>6212217 Yet another neopet of our with a type disadvantage to Andrew's, kek.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 14 Mar 2025 02:22:43 No. 6212366 Report >>6212021 This one's a little odd, since it seems to be voting for one option but actually putting in a vote for another...
Given that everyone is also backing it up, I guess I'll try to combine the two answers? People are expressing interest in the rich folk more than the bird but are all voting for the bird.
I'll just try to sort this out in the entry. Writing.
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>>6212366 Note that my vote was for the small talk because I felt that asking him about it directly was a bad idea. I wanted to make this a subtle thing since Andrew usually doesn't take us prying into his business too well.
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>>6212366 I think people want to lead in by expressing interests in Andrew and how different he's being, but then segue to "what's the deal with you hanging around these weird richies? I thought you were a secret anarchist super-soldier assassin with a sick-ass nickname?"
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pokepocalypseqm is in great pain ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 14 Mar 2025 03:10:10 No. 6212391 Report Quoted By:
>>6212370 >>6212371 alright, I’ll try and whip something up for this tomorrow
sorry again
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:30:54 No. 6212750 Report You were going to speak, but stopped to chuckle. Mary had sneezed on Andrew's chick so hard that it had toppled over. You almost felt bad for the little fella. Buckwheat wasn't exactly enjoying the little chick scrambling its way onto his back again using those sharp little talons... "So, er, how's your day gone?" Your eyes remained on his chick, now covered in dirt... but firmly atop Buckwheat again. Andrew didn't move his sight from Mr. Muyr's stage. You needed to repeat the question for him to answer. "Spent it trainin'. Why aren't you listenin' to the speech?" He replied in disinterested monotone. "I am. Ah'm just keepin' an eye on the little guys while I do." You glanced back at Andrew. He chuckled, but still didn't look away. "Spoken like a great mother. Just make sure you're gettin' the speech. It's important." "Hey, I ain't a little girl!" You mocked outrage, trying to keep your voice low. You couldn't really argue with the importance of Mr Muyr's speech and still wanted to hear it, after all. He was going over specific guard patrol routes and comparing them to the prevalence of neofauna populations along them. Even if the danger that these routes presented was minimal-- perhaps some heckling about any accompanying neofauna or light accosting over trivial matters, you figured-- it was still important information, for sure... ...as Mr. Muyr went on, you could've sworn you'd heard the people behind you begin to whisper amongst themselves. It was hard to make out whatever they were saying over Muyr's booming voice and the various shenanigans your neofauna were getting into, but... you heard them shuffling in place, crossing legs and clasping hands together. When you'd turned around to give Andrew's chick another look, you could make out one of the richer men whispering into the ear of another. His chick caught your attention once again. You struck up conversation a second time. "Training... have you been doin' a lot of it lately? Your chick looks-- erm, well, it's got a different kind'a... shine about it." You struggled to put it into words. There was definitely something different about the little thing, but you couldn't really tell <span class="mu-i">what.</span> Andrew nodded and chuckled. "Whenever you're away. Long sessions. The two seem t' like it, and ah've got little else t' do, so why not?" "Nothin' else?" You exclaimed--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:31:56 No. 6212751 Report --only to be instantly shushed. "Keep it down," Andrew whispered. He'd felt the sentiment important enough to swivel around and stare you in the face for it. You couldn't help but ask-- "Why? Muyr's more than loud enough..." Andrew hesitated for a moment, seemingly going over something in his head, before glancing behind you. "Just... keep it down for me, will you? It's impolite." Odd. Since when had Andrew cared about manners? You didn't bother arguing the point and kept your voice low... but grew a little more suspicious. "...as I was saying... nothin' else? You really don't do anythin' but train?" Andrew grunted something. When you asked him to elaborate, he just nodded and whispered. "Yep. Just trainin'. Don't know why you're so curious 'bout it." You reiterated, growing slightly impatient. "Whatever you're doing, ah think it's affectin' your party." You drifted back to Andrew's neofauna, watching the chick run around atop Buckwheat's back and practice some odd maneuvers. The buffalo hunter chuckled again. "Yeah, the effort's showin'. I seem t' be gettin' the hang of this stuff quicker than you, even." Of course he was! If he was doing nothing but training, nonstop, every single day... "...it can't be good for you, can it? Ah mean... don't you go crazy, doin' the same thing over 'n over?" Andrew shook his head. "It's not nearly that repetitive. Besides... I'm shakin' up my routine right now." "By comin' to a saloon?" Did he not eat, either? Andrew's tone took a more serious tone. "No, ah do that often 'nuff." Your curiosity took over. "Then...?" Andrew held up a hand that he slowly lowered to his mouth, then turned around and put a finger upon his lips. Both your eyes were drawn... to the blue bloods in the far back.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:33:32 No. 6212754 Report The buffalo hunter answered your immediate first thought. "Curious how they weren't there any other time, isn't it?" You wanted to interrupt, your brain briefly recalling someone like them at the previous meeting... before relenting, unsure of whether that man had been Steele or someone else. Your second question was why he was making himself so obvious... but that was easily justified by the fact that the richer crowd seemed to be paying more attention to each other or their clothing than anyone in the audience. Not a single soul was looking your way. Andrew continued. "None of 'em are here for the same reasons as us." He let his eyes fall onto his party, who looked back at him in awe. Part of you felt struck by the sight: his neofauna really were looking at him like a child would a parent... but you were more focused on the obvious. Not one of the well-off strangers were accompanied by anything like them. He returned his sight to the strangers. "It never hurts t' know your enemy. Especially not if they come crawlin' back t' you." Mary trotted over and shoved her head in your half-limp hand, twitching slightly, positioning her ears above your fingers in a way that was, conveniently, optimal for scratching behind them. You began to do as she asked without another thought... your mind was preoccupied with other matters, anyways. What did Andrew mean...? The buffalo hunter had already returned his attention to Mr. Muyr's speech by the time you brought yourself back down to earth. You gave his chick one last glance-- enough to notice it twitching, then ruffling its feathers... before following suit. This speech was going to be important, after all. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:34:33 No. 6212755 Report "Alright, kid. You were going to teach me somethin', right?" Mr. Muyr grumbled. "What's that need us bein' out here for?" The two of you stood by the riverbanks of the old channel. You were dressed rather warmly, with a light jacket over top your blazer, and shuffling through your haversack for a dummy nutberry you'd brought along. "Well, ah..." Aster walked over, flames ablaze, to start drinking from the riverbed. You thanked him silently for the warmth... and finally managed to find the makeshift nutberries! "...we can't learn anythin' about befriendin' these creatures without these." You let Muyr inspect them carefully. The man seemed unconvinced. "A bunch of paper balls?" "Nutberries!" You exclaimed, trying to be enthusiastic. Muyr gave you a strange stare... that soon morphed into confusion. "Walter..." He sighed. You scrambled to explain yourself. "These are just paper mock-ups. I ran out of the real stuff a few days ago with Aster over here..." ...you thought yourself wise enough not to touch his neck, instead motioning to the pony in vague terms... "...b-but I'm sure there're more. I'm even growin' some of my own for later." That piqued the man's interest, but you didn't give him enough time to ask about it. "I know for sure that they grow in New York. I got my batch from... people living there." You cleared your throat. "If it's needed right away, could try t' send some kind of telegram or mail..." "Walter, I don't even know what these do. Start from the beginning, please." Muyr's voice was stern, but he didn't seem angry... yet. You corrected yourself. "Right! My apologies, mister. From the beginning...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:35:35 No. 6212757 Report Nutberries are a sort'a... some kind'a magical fruit, or nut. Some kind'a plant." You were realizing now that you didn't even know what kind. All this researching of neofauna hadn't left you much time to figure much out about the nutberries, huh... "...whatever it is, neofauna love the stuff. Every one of mine have come around t' me after I fed them one or two. Whatever is in those fruits makes these creatures think very fondly'a you..." ...almost like a child would of their parent...? "...an' if you treat them well," you weren't certain whether that had any effect, but you wanted to make sure he had reason to, "and train them t' understand your words, they'll do almost anythin' you say." To that end, you stuck your fingers in your mouth and let out a rather loud whistle. Mary was by your side in an instant, as was Taylor... and Florian had woken up enough to give a disgruntled squeak. Aster... was a work in progress. "Watch:" You crouched down to Mary's side, pulling out the little <span class="mu-i">Obscurnus Catulus</span> dummy as you did so, and placed it in front of the sheep. You took a few steps back, making sure you were on Muyr's right as opposed to right in front of him, and commanded: "Mary, cotton it!" Without hesitation, Mary slid into a battle stance and pulled off the maneuver. Her wool swelled to twice its size, then exploded into a puff of cotton that hit its target bang-on! In less than a minute, the entire dummy was covered in that cottony stuff. Muyr seemed alarmed for a moment, looking to Mary and then at you, before realizing what she'd done. "And... how exactly did you do that?" "Oh! Well, I've just been trainin' her t' follow me with treats or some kind'a reward... she's smart enough t' understand. They all are." Your eyes drifted over to the river. "I bet even the fishier ones could learn t' do something like that." "Fishier--" Muyr seemed surprised. Had he not considered the possibility? "Lord, they really are <span class="mu-i">everywhere.</span>" He said, breathless. "You can't escape 'em." You agreed. "That's why this's so important. Everyone needs to know how t' do this. If nobody understands that these neofauna can become our allies-- our friends, even..." You trailed off. Did you really need to elaborate on the state of Sacramento? "So, t' begin with..." -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:36:36 No. 6212759 Report At the end of it all... you felt that the training had been worth it. Even if you weren't the best teacher, you felt that Muyr understood. He'd been able to approach the dummy perfectly well-- enough that, when a real neofauna peeked out of the river stream to watch, he was able to approach it just as gently. His approach still needed work, of course... he seemed to lose interest almost immediately after getting the neofauna's attention, unsure of how to proceed and seemingly unwilling to improvise, and couldn't seem to grasp your training methods... but Muyr seemed more open to the idea of befriending these creatures than you'd expected. Or, at least, allying with them. He seemed too tough to be friendly with them. He was as rigid with the neofauna as he had been during his speech at the saloon, so much so that it was impeding his creativity. You sat with him, now, trying to get him to give Taylor a gentle pat down the back... watching Muyr fail to <span class="mu-i">touch</span> Taylor, let alone give him any comfort. You had to move the old man's hand onto the bug's back yourself and let go... only to watch Muyr jerk his hand across the poor bug as if he was trying to sand something or polish a weapon. Regardless, he remained in good humor when you tried to correct him, and the two of you kept working on things... ...late into the night, until you were getting sleepy enough to call it quits. "Alright... thank you for spendin' some time on this, Mr. Muyr." You gave him a lazy smile. "It's always nice t' see someone else takin' an interest in these wonderful strangers." Mr. Muyr returned the kindness. "Don't thank me, Walter. I'm doing what I feel is right, and I appreciate your openness to the idea. If you were anything like Huntington, you would be hoarding that knowledge all to yourself." He stuck out a calloused hand to ruffle your hair with. "Pat yourself on the back for not bein' as crooked as he is. This world needs more people like you." With that, the two of you said your goodbyes. Mr. Muyr tipped his general's hat to you and headed someplace you couldn't discern... while you gathered up your neofauna and headed back to the hotel. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 15 Mar 2025 01:37:37 No. 6212761 Report While putting your party to bed at the hotel's stables, you felt an errant thought cross your mind. Andrew kept his neofauna here too, didn't he? You paused, letting Mary into her (messy, cotton-strewn) stable with one hand and plucking Florian from your pocket with another... while glancing further down the stable halls. Dora was there, that was for certain. You could see her wrinkled face sticking out of her stable, asleep, her head hanging above the stable door... and, in the stable beside her, Buckwheat's very-much awake face could be seen sniffing Dora's stiff neck. Andrew's chick was absent... but, knowing its size, you figured that it was sharing a stable with one of the others. Your thoughts lingered on that space for a little longer... before you returned your attention to Mary, sitting upright in her oversized straw bed, giving you a smile. You knelt down, gave her a scratch behind the ears, and lowered your voice. "Goodnight, Mary. Sleep well." You returned her smile, too, and waited for Mary to give you a happy bleat before quietly closing her stable door and letting her fall asleep in peace. Taylor and Florian were in the other room, in their cubbies... so all you had to do now was put Aster to bed. The flaming horse stood beside you, his expression grim. He didn't really have his own stall yet. And there was one near Andrew's party...>Put Aster in the stall near Andrew's party and let him be. You're pretty sure that trying to do anything with him this late at night, when both of you are very tired, is a bad idea. INSTEAD, give Buckwheat's stable a look. You're rather confident that Andrew's chick is in there... and you wanted to make sure that Andrew wasn't overworking or harming the poor thing. >Keep Aster in a stall that isn't near any particular party, then spend some time trying to bond with him. You really need as much time with him as you can muster, and what better opportunity is there for bonding than one where you're both on equal ground? >Stick Aster in whatever stall is available and go to bed. You are exhausted. It's not time to do anything but sleep. >Write-in.
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>>6212750 >>6212751 >>6212754 >>6212755 >>6212757 >>6212759 >>6212761 >Keep Aster in a stall that isn't near any particular party, then spend some time trying to bond with him. You really need as much time with him as you can muster, and what better opportunity is there for bonding than one where you're both on equal ground? Aster along with Mary is probably the most powerful Neofauna in our party, so having him on the same page is probably the best idea for now. Besides, I think every one of our comrades deserves their own little goodnight ritual.
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>>6212761 >Put Aster in the stall near Andrew's party and let him be. You're pretty sure that trying to do anything with him this late at night, when both of you are very tired, is a bad idea. INSTEAD, give Buckwheat's stable a look. You're rather confident that Andrew's chick is in there... and you wanted to make sure that Andrew wasn't overworking or harming the poor thing. >Write-in First thing next morning, inquire who that mystery man was, who that man was at the sermon, and what was discussed at the sermon.
When have YALL ever appreciated having someone try and socialize you when it's been time to sleep? You're tired, ya wanna rest, then some weirdo tries to talk to ya? Nah. Leave em be for now. Rest! We can bond tomorrow over trying to stop Mu'yer's shared enemy, that a-hole senator whose name escapes me. Hopefully he hadn’t deigned to show up personally and stir shit but you never know with these types.
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>>6212761 >Keep Aster in a stall that isn't near any particular party, then spend some time trying to bond with him. You really need as much time with him as you can muster, and what better opportunity is there for bonding than one where you're both on equal ground? By the way, this training and all the days spent in the hotel remind me that we should probably figure out a more permanent place to crash if we plan to stay in Sacramento in the longer term. That abandoned fort Andrew found could, hypothetically, be converted to a training or research center of sorts. Then again, who knows if we'll be revisiting Shenanigan's Gulch in the future or someplace else within walking distance.
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>>6212761 >>6212886 By the way, regardless of the vote, I back the write-in suggestion here
>>6212808 .
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>>6212759 >local politician unsure how to pat a pet Tragic.
>>6212761 >Keep Aster in a stall that isn't near any particular party, then spend some time trying to bond with him. You really need as much time with him as you can muster, and what better opportunity is there for bonding than one where you're both on equal ground? Anonymous
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>>6212761 Put Aster in the stall near Andrew's party and let him be. You're pretty sure that trying to do anything with him this late at night, when both of you are very tired, is a bad idea. INSTEAD, give Buckwheat's stable a look. You're rather confident that Andrew's chick is in there... and you wanted to make sure that Andrew wasn't overworking or harming the poor thing.
And a +1 for the write-in of
>>6212808 for tomorrow morning
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 18 Mar 2025 22:28:38 No. 6214620 Report Quoted By:
sorry for the prolonged absence, I'm back now. Will try not to leave without forewarning again. I'm realizing now that we actually have a perfect tie, so I'm going to go make a /qtg/ post and if nobody comes within an hour I'll flip a coin and write. Should've checked that ahead of time, lol whoops sorry. Entry tonight regardless.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 18 Mar 2025 23:27:19 No. 6214644 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 2 (1d2) alright it's coin-flipping time I'll get to writing right after this post
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 01:52:58 No. 6214699 Report ...that you felt suitable enough for his enclosure. You opened the wooden stable door very carefully, trying not to make a sound in case it perturbed Aster, keeping it as wide-open as possible in the hopes that he'd walk right in... before having to start motioning and making sounds towards the stable. It occurred to you a little too late that a wild horse with a flaming mane may not have appreciated being placed into a cramped, wooden hotel stall... but you also realized that he had no other choice, and eventually started lightly nudging the horse to enter. That did the trick, and once Aster was safely installed into his small pen you shifted your attention to the one next to his. Andrew's chick had climbed atop Buckwheat's half-asleep head to watch the commotion, and was now staring at you directly. You walked across the narrow stable hall, across from the stables Buckwheat, Aster, and Andrew's chick sat in, not breaking eye contact with the chick, trying to make sure it wasn't looking at Aster... and failing, watching as the chick continued to stare at your horse and said horse glared back. Aster topped off the unfriendly exchange with a loud huff, then turned away and began settling down in his small stable. It was strange to you that he would be so ornery towards another neofauna he had almost never met. Perhaps this was simply his personality? And yet, when Andrew's chick responded with a (rather funny) glare, Aster seemed to leave it alone... On the plus side, it gave you a great view of the chick's wing. You approached the small bird carefully, making sure to keep your distance, before glancing at the creature's side and offering it an open palm. Andrew's chick took a look at your palm... then at you... then back at your palm... ...before taking a gentle step onto your fingers and plopping itself down. Huh, it must've been quick to trust. You began your inspection by waving Aster goodbye, waving Buckwheat goodbye, and moving you and the chick back into the cubby room so that you could turn on the lights and actually see what Andrew had been doing to the chick. It was hard to keep the worst-case scenarios from flooding your mind. Maybe he'd smacked the chick around. Stretched it out or made it run to exhaustion. Something like that. You couldn't help but be suspicious of how quickly the chick had grown...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 01:53:59 No. 6214700 Report ...and yet, as you looked around the chick's different parts, you were astounded to find nothing of the sort. Its wings, though extremely atrophied to the point of being near-invisible, seemed entirely untouched. In fact, you could feel an unnerving amount of muscle in the parts that you could actually see. The chick's collar, too, looked intact and brimming with health. Its down was predictably fluffy and soft, the feathery crest upon its head stood strong at a near ninety-degree angle (how that was even possible without a terrifying amount of muscle constantly constricting, you had no idea), and almost everything about the chick seemed... beyond ideal. That was, of course, assuming that this chick had a similar anatomy to the little chicks you'd raised back home. It did seem to have some rather extreme differences, especially in the wings and the legs, but it seemed similar enough... The only real aberration you could find in its health was some occasional twitching... but you could hardly chalk that up to Andrew given that Mary was experiencing a similar bug. You only hoped that it wasn't some kind of harmful virus. Unsure of how to confirm it, you tried to lift the chick's wing to see if there was some abnormality in the vulnerable parts-- The chick protested, jumping off of your hand and onto one of the cubbies, sitting itself down and giving some kind of irritated squeak. You didn't try anything further-- you'd gone far enough, and knew the answer to your main question. The chick was, somehow, the complete opposite of overstressed or abused. ...perhaps Andrew was more sincere than he was making himself out to be. Unsure of whether to force the chick back to Buckwheat's stable or leave it be, you decided on the latter just to be safe. The cubby room was right before the stables anyways. Andrew would see the chick safe and sound before he ever knew it was "missing." You were having a hard time thinking further, and the weight of the night was really starting to weigh upon you. Left baffled and curious, you returned to your hotel room... and fell into bed like a rock. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 01:55:00 No. 6214701 Report >Tuesday, August 19th, 1884 You awoke at a somewhat normal hour for once. Sore from the day before, you spent an extra five minutes after waking stretching yourself to get some blood going. You had an entire day to face, after all! While performing these exercises, you caught a glimpse of something odd on your desk. At first you'd thought it was just an eating utensil or some hotel accessory, but upon further inspection... you found a silver-plated watch. Well, you figured it was silver-plated, anyways. There was no way anyone in his right mind would make an entire watch out of pure silver. Opening it up to see what the clockface looked like, you were greeted with a small note. <span class="mu-i">For use in various future activities. A small thank-you for last eve. -T.J. Steele</span> A mellow grin spread across your face as you read. You'd need to thank Steele for this later. But for now... you needed to figure out what today had in store for you. [<span class="mu-s">Choose two options. Vote for them in the order that you want them done.</span> If you want to spend the entire day doing something, choose it twice.]>Train Aster as much as possible. You need to make him cooperative as soon as you can and cannot waste any more time on dealing with his misbehaviors. >Visit the church you'd previously visited. You have a few questions to ask the clergy... >Send a response to your mother's distressed letter. It's been some time now and you don't want to concern her. >Try to find wherever Andrew is and watch him train his neofauna. It might be worth taking notes on how he does it. >Investigate the industrial section of Sacramento for that yellow neofauna you'd seen previously. You're sure it was real... some definitive proof would be nice. >Gather Andrew and Steele together to plot a route out of Sacramento. You don't want to leave just yet, but a plan for your future will be very useful once Mr. Muyr explains his resources to you.
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>>6214701 >Train Aster as much as possible. You need to make him cooperative as soon as you can and cannot waste any more time on dealing with his misbehaviors. Better get on top of it while we're relatively settled in one place.
>Investigate the industrial section of Sacramento for that yellow neofauna you'd seen previously. You're sure it was real... some definitive proof would be nice. I'm picking this because
I've got a feeling the QM wants to change the pace a bit .
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>>6214701 >Try to find wherever Andrew is and watch him train his neofauna. It might be worth taking notes on how he does it. >Train Aster as much as possible. You need to make him cooperative as soon as you can and cannot waste any more time on dealing with his misbehaviors. I think Walter really needs a different perspective on the needs of his neofauna, in regards to their proclivity for battling. In the long run, his passive nature of raising them might come back to bite him, especially with the more active party members like Mary. It'd be like keeping a Husky with no excercise outlet.
Aster also seemed to want to have a go at Andrews party.
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>>6214701 >Try to find wherever Andrew is and watch him train his neofauna. It might be worth taking notes on how he does it. >Investigate the industrial section of Sacramento for that yellow neofauna you'd seen previously. You're sure it was real... some definitive proof would be nice. Anonymous
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>>6214699 >>6214700 >>6214701 >Train Aster as much as possible. You need to make him cooperative as soon as you can and cannot waste any more time on dealing with his misbehaviors. and
>Investigate the industrial section of Sacramento for that yellow Neofauna you'd seen previously. You're sure it was real... some definitive proof would be nice. I'll write-in that I want this training to be a bonding exercise moreso than ceaselessly trying to get Aster to do what we say. I think we first need to befriend aster before we demand his obedience.
As for the industrial section, I do think we need to investigate the psychic critters and preferably get into their good graces. They are probably the most powerful things around in terms of effectiveness against humans, and I have a dark-brown suspicion that there will be a need for a Neofaunal intervention soon. Muyr and his cronies will probably make a move on Huntington soon, or vice versa.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 20:26:18 No. 6214974 Report Quoted By:
In advance of tonight's entry, an opinion poll: How would you guys feel about a very light "improvement" system for Walter and his mon? The way it would work would just be a simple modifier that gets added to rolls based on how much training is done. There would be individual stats for battling vs obedience and that's it. Walter personally would have one stat to improve upon: catching. It would lead to more rolls in combat or while facing possible new teammates, but I think it might also be able to give the quest some more stakes or add to a sense of progress. Considering between implementing this full-throat, only adding the catching stat (because there won't be anything but basic Pokeball catch rate in this quest, but harder-to-catch Pokémon will not have their catch rates changed), or just ignoring the idea entirely and keeping things as-is. Please let me know your thoughts on the matter.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 20:29:52 No. 6214977 Report In advance of tonight's entry, an opinion poll: How would you guys feel about a very light "improvement" system for Walter and his mon? The way it would work would just be a simple modifier that gets added to rolls based on how much training is done. There would be individual stats for battling vs obedience and that's it. Walter personally would have one stat to improve upon: catching. For example, all of these stats would start out at as a base (+0) to rolls. If Walter spends more time documenting Pokémon, he can improve that to a (+5) or a (+10) or even further beyond that would be added to a roll every time he tries to befriend a new mon. Same would go for training obedience with the party or training certain attacks (though I think it would be quite the headache to have individual modifiers for individual moves, so there will just be an overall "combat" modifier like the catch stat). It would lead to more rolls in combat or while facing possible new teammates, but I think it might also be able to give the quest some more stakes or add to a sense of progress. Considering between implementing this full-throat, only adding the catching stat (because there won't be anything but basic Pokeball catch rate in this quest, but harder-to-catch Pokémon will not have their catch rates changed), or just ignoring the idea entirely and keeping things as-is. Please let me know your thoughts on the matter.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 20:31:18 No. 6214978 Report Quoted By:
>>6214977 (combat modifier would vary between party members, not be stuck to Walter. Phrasing error, my bad)
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>>6214977 I like the idea, but can we leave the combat individual per pokemon, and tie the obedience to Walter himself? If we make both individual, we might spend too much time on training and not enough on story/exploration.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 20:57:18 No. 6214983 Report Quoted By:
>>6214980 sure, that definitely seems cleaner
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>>6214701 >Train Aster as much as possible. You need to make him cooperative as soon as you can and cannot waste any more time on dealing with his misbehaviors. >Investigate the industrial section of Sacramento for that yellow Neofauna you'd seen previously. You're sure it was real... some definitive proof would be nice. >>6214980 I also like the idea of tying in the obedience stat like this anon suggested.
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>>6214977 >>6214980 I like this as well, and I'm presuming Pokemon stats will roughly translate to relevant checks (e.g. Atk to Strength or Finesse)?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 19 Mar 2025 22:18:46 No. 6215012 Report Quoted By:
>>6215007 not sure, likely not. I've been trying to avoid in-game stats beyond vague approximations because 1) it's more fun to give individuals of varying species strengths and weaknesses based on their personality and backstory and 2) it's a pain in the ass to search up specific stats whenever I just want to write some pokemans. I have a very good understanding of their general stat allotments anyways
due to copious amounts of time spent on the actual games .
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 20 Mar 2025 01:27:23 No. 6215142 Report Alright, given that seem to be on-board with the very light stat system, I'll implement it. Walter will have two stats: one for catching, and one for his party obeying him. Every individual party member will have their own combat stat. All three will involve permanent modifiers to rolls that will be done in combat and catching. I'll add all this stuff to the rentry and then get to writing.
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>>6214980 >e might spend too much time on training and not enough on story/exploration. This is my concern, if the stat system gets too nitty-gritty. I prefer our current narrative focus.
>>6215142 This seems elegant enough, though!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 20 Mar 2025 02:37:16 No. 6215190 Report have to delay to tomorrow again due to unrelated circumstances, my apologies
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>>6215190 It's alright, QM. Just take care.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Mar 2025 03:08:16 No. 6215725 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 96 (1d125) I forgot to mention it, but I'm writing. Summating what the votes have been like so far... We'll be training Aster as much as possible in the morning and investigating the industrial sector in the evening!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Mar 2025 05:13:14 No. 6215777 Report There was no doubt about what you needed to do. You needed to get Aster under control as soon as possible. <><><><><> But <span class="mu-i">how</span> were you going to do that?? You sat here, out in the same place as yesterday, getting the same results. It shouldn't have shocked you. You were using the same tactics, after all. And yet, you were stuck on what else you could possibly do. Aster seemed barely reciprocal to any of them. Mary now sat in your crossed legs, her head upon your left, dozing off and ignoring your slowly-dwindling sanity. You almost felt as sad as Florian had been for the past few days without his old nutberry. Like you'd just dragged along someone who didn't want to be with you against both of your wills. And yet... you didn't want to give up. You couldn't! It would be ignoble of any man, let alone the one who was so set on this task in the first place. So you sat, arms crossed, legs crossed, staring at your flaming pony... sitting some ways away from you, munching grass, and giving you a very occasional huff of contempt. Sigh... maybe you were letting your failures get to your head. You let yourself relax for just a moment, trying to ease yourself into a sense of security strong enough to elicit some new ideas... and came up with a rather strange one. Aster was still a pony, wasn't he? So... it followed that he would enjoy pony-like things. There was an apple tree not too far off from where you were. Within minutes, you had returned to Aster with a rosy red apple in hand... and extended a palm towards the prickly pony. Unfortunately for you, training him wasn't that easy. Aster looked at the fruit, then at you, then back at the fruit... before huffing a huge plume of smoke onto it and turning away. Once you'd finished hacking up the fumes he'd so graciously plugged your lungs with, you couldn't help but comment. "Fine, if that's how you want it..."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Mar 2025 05:14:14 No. 6215779 Report You turned around on the spot, still somewhat miffed, and returned to where Mary lay. She was half-asleep by now, but you were certain she wouldn't mind a nice juicy apple all to herself. A nice, rosy-red, freshly-picked apple... Mary didn't hesitate to fawn over the fruit. She gave it a cautious lick. Then a sniff. Then... a loud <span class="mu-i">chomp!</span> Soon after, her muzzle was splattered with juice. She seemed positively delighted by the snack and gave a mouth full of "mehhhs" of approval to you. Aster watched everything play out from a distance... with what seemed to be some kind of awareness. He was looking towards the two of you, for sure, but not doing anything about it. As time passed, you continued performing all the same acts you'd done on your old horses on Mary. You combed her (horribly matted) wool, picked her apples, let her eat them one by one... Over time, Aster began to notice more and more what you were doing. He huffed and paced, seemingly forcing himself to avoid going near you, prancing in circles before finally... ...trotting over, kneeling next to you with a smokey huff, and laying his neck on your knees as his legs folded by his sides. You were to brush his hairy pelt, and you were to do it <span class="mu-i">now.</span> Caught completely off-guard by the occurrence, you couldn't help but laugh. He'd even tucked away his fire for the occasion, too. How polite of him. You did as the horse demanded... For... an hour or two. As time passed, you began to lose track of exacts. You sat there, comb in one hand and apple in the other, trying to keep Aster placid as the horse continued to complain or dilly-dally between running around the place and getting brushed and fed at the same time. Despite his constant striving for independence, he always seemed to return to your fruits and brush... while repeatedly denying such luxuries to go and prance around aimlessly for another ten or so minutes. You watched while he grazed upon Sacramento's drying grasses (in defiance of your decadent trickery), while he ran in circles for seemingly no reason, while he walked over to try and munch on Taylor's leafy collar... That attempt didn't last long. You forced yourself not to intervene, concerned that you would jeopardize your bonding with Aster. He had to fight Taylor on his own while the bug wrestled back and forth, trying to shake the pony's teeth, finally succeeding after spewing silk all over the equine's hooves and watching him stumble forward in defeat. To your surprise, once Aster hit the ground with a loud <span class="mu-i">whumph</span>, his eyes... trailed towards you. For a moment, your gazes met. It was a brief exchange-- one that clearly didn't mean much to Aster. But to you... it gave you some reassurance. When Aster had suffered some malady, his first thought had been to look to you.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Mar 2025 05:15:52 No. 6215780 Report Even though you'd spent this morning pampering him, he wasn't just seeing you as some apple dispensary. He didn't view you as a nuisance that occasionally brushed his hair. He viewed you as an actual... companion. You felt it cruel to leave him tied up and on the ground, so you walked over and ripped apart Taylor's silk cuffs with ease. The bug seemed slightly miffed-- until you gathered the remaining silk into a large ball for him to play with and gently placed it in front of Taylor's head. There were no more angry chitters from him after that. Aster, in the meantime, allowed you to help him... without issue. Once he was freed, too, the pony seemed to calm down properly. He no longer threw fits when you accidentally brushed his hair the wrong way, nor did he whine when he had been apple-less for more than ten minutes. Instead, Aster generally let you do what you wanted with him... before getting up when he felt he was done, and going off to graze or run on his own for some time. You let things play out naturally for as long as you could after that. By about noontime, Aster seemed to be far less rebellious and far more understanding than he was before: less likely to act out against you, but still no more optimistic. When you gathered the rest of the party to head off someplace for lunch, Aster followed without complaint. He still looked rather disagreeable... but his behavior indicated much less of the sort than before. Slowly, but surely, you were getting somewhere with him.>(+1 added to Command rolls.) <><><><><> The nightly meeting at the Floating Dollar was hours away by now, so you figured it would be a good idea to burn some time doing something fun. You'd never seen Sacramento's industrial sector before, and the strange news article from a few days ago had given you more than enough incentive. If you could see that golden creature even one more time... well, that would help convince you of your sanity at the barest minimum. As you entered the industrial sector, you felt yourself... amused. You tried not to chuckle a little. What Sacramento called an "industrial sector" amounted to little more than a smattering of mills, wayward factories the size of houses here or there, and... many, <span class="mu-i">many</span> fields. The fields stretched for miles. You weren't certain they ended before the state line did. Every single one seemed to have some different crop upon it, with most of the fields in great health for the season, and yet... there didn't seem to be any people around the place. Neofauna, sure. There were plenty of them scurrying about here and there, sometimes nibbling at a plant or two before deciding something else was more interesting... but people seemed to be mostly absent. Your party didn't seem to mind the absence of other people. All they seemed to need was you, after all. Aster led the charge to keep walking down the trail that all of you had taken to get here, but you soon began to stumble and lag behind.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Mar 2025 05:16:53 No. 6215781 Report It didn't take long to figure out why. <span class="mu-r">Yf, yv ivkliej!</span> <span class="mu-b">Slk riv pfl jliv zk'j yzd? Kyvp rcc cffb jf jzdzcri rifleu kyvjv grikj...</span> <span class="mu-r">Z'd tvikrze! Tfewzuvek! Pfl dljke'k dzjsvczvmv dv: yv zj wri dfiv uzjkzetk! Fsjvimv: yv zj wfccfnvu sp wfli.</span> <span class="mu-b">Wfli! Slk nyp? Nyrk ljv nflcu yv yrmv wfi jlty tfdgrezfejyzg? Yrj yv efev fw yzj bzeu?</span> <span class="mu-r">Dfjk tvikrzecp efk! Nyp vcjv nflcu yv evvu jf drep fw lj?</span> You couldn't see them. You could only hear them. In your head. <span class="mu-b">Uzue'k pfl jrp yv ivrtkvu gfficp nyvetv pfl crjk rkkvdgkvu kyzj?</span> <span class="mu-r">Nyrk ufvj kyrk drkkvi? Yv zj slk r tlizfjzkp! Yv yrje'k kyv trgrtzkp kf leuvijkreu lj!</span> <span class="mu-b">Slk yv leuvijkreuj kyfjv <span class="mu-i">czbv</span> lj...</span> <span class="mu-r">Gry! Pfl xzmv jlty rezdrcj kff dlty tivuzk. Nv drp sv jzdzcri ze wcvjy reu scffu, slk nyviv nv uzwwvi zj sirzegfnvi! Vmve kyv dzxykzvjk fw uirxfej dljk rudzk kyrk kyvp, kff, riv svevrky lj. Nyrk drbvj pfl kyzeb tfddfevij nflcu sv repnyviv evri vhlrc?</span> <span class="mu-b">Pfl--</span> A surging headache swept over your brain and you were forced to stumble to the left. A gasp of breath left you, alerting Mary and prompting her to bleat out and run over to you. Just as you stumbled safely onto a nearby planter, she arrived and gave you a fierce, alert stare. <span class="mu-b">Pfl'iv gcrpzex r urexviflj xrdv! Cffb rk yzd!</span> <span class="mu-r">Riv pfl kilcp tfetvievu wfi yzj yvrcky?</span> <span class="mu-b">Ef, pfl dfife! Cffb rk yzj tfdgrezfe! Jyv trivj wfi yzd! Jyv leuvijkreuj yfn pfl riv kivrkzex yzd: gfficp!</span> <span class="mu-r">Z-- nyrk? Yrmv pfl evmvi jvve r uzjilgkvu yviu? Yv jzdgcp tizvu flk, zj rcc, reu jyv sifbv fiuvi. Jyv dljk sv r ilwwzre. R cfev jyvvg nyf jkizbvj flk fe yvi fne rk kyv jczxykvjk gifmftrkzfe.</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 21 Mar 2025 05:17:54 No. 6215782 Report The pounding pain continued, beating on your brain without rest-- [bold]THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP[/bold]-- like your heart had forced itself up there, somehow, and was blotting out all your thoughts in favor of this other... noise. Incomprehensible, disorienting, <span class="mu-i">noise.</span> Mary stared at you with a longing concern, attracting the rest of your team to return to you, her expression flashing between sincere worry when facing you and fierce hatred when facing anywhere else. The noise just got louder. <span class="mu-b">Zk zj svpfeu dp leuvijkreuzex, yfn pfl uivrd lg jlty jzccp tfdgcvovj kf gifmv dv nifex. Pfl jyflcu sv rjyrdvu fw pflijvcw.</span> And louder. <span class="mu-r">Gviyrgj pfl riv jzdgcp cffbzex rk kyzj kyv nifex nrp. Xzmzex pflijvcw tivuzk nyviv kyviv zj efev. Cvk'j wrtv zk: nyve yrmv pfl vmvi svve ze kyv izxyk, repnrpj?</span> <span class="mu-i">And louder.</span> <span class="mu-b">Dfiv fwkve kyre pfl vmvi yrmv! Zw--</span> For a moment, all went silent. For just... one... moment... You took the opportunity...>...to whisper a command under your breath. [To whom? What command? Write-in both.] >...to yell as loudly as you could. >...to draw your gun.
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>>6215780 >>(+1 added to Command rolls.) That's some good dopamine right there.
>>6215781 >Look at his companion! She cares for him! She understands how you are treating him: poorly! Blue guy seems pretty reasonable, Red's kind of an arrogant asshole.
>>6215782 >Write-In Keep Florian close and see it helps with your headache like it did last time. We need to be able to think clearly and react.
Tell your party to be alert and ready.
(I guess this is all we would get time to do? If not, I would also draw the gun)
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>>6215849 +1
It's time to figure things out slowly
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>>6215849 Could we simply have Florian use Aromatherapy? Even if it doesn't work entirely on whatever the fuck the Abra telepathy is doing to Walter, that Walter gave a command that Florian obeyed will be immediately apparent to the two bickering Abra on top of them immediately noticing that Aromatherapy is meant by Walter to attempt to help his condition when faced with their telepathy. Therefore, they'll logically figure out that Walter is trying to work through the bad effect to investigate them after what happened before. Right?
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>>6215849 +1>>6215885 In hindsight we should've trained with Florian to use Aromatherapy on command before attampting another psychic encounter; now we can realistically just ask for "Help...!" and hope our little buddy understands.
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>>6215885 >>6215849 >>6215782 Using Aromatherapy is what I meant, I was just trying to keep it with in-universe terms since Walter hasn't really put a name on the move.
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>>6215849 +1, except to drawing the gun. Trauner Walter does NOT want to battle.
>>6215782 Anonymous
>>6215849 Yeah in my vote in
>>6215872 I do NOT endorse backing the gun draw. No battle here
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>>6215899 >>6215901 I did not want it for battle, I thought if the mental pressure gets too high, shooting in the air might scare them off. But I might have been too optimistic, psychic pokemon like this are probably too smart to be scared off by just loud noises
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>>6215782 I support
>>6215849 >>6215893 but without drawing the gun.
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>>6215777 >>6215779 >>6215780 >>6215781 >>6215782 Supporting
>>6215849 's write-in to use Florian's headache-remedying... aroma. Along with that, try to figure out which direction this conversation is originating from and if (and only if) Florian's headache-soothing powers are working, venture towards it.
If not, send one or multiple of our companions out to see what is going on with the direct instructions not to confront whatever is making those sounds. I don't want to risk a dazed and/or confused Aster accidentally burning up Florian or Taylor while stumbling around after a failed confrontation.
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entry tomorrow, got unexpected guests and it’s nearing midnight
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Mar 2025 01:46:36 No. 6216782 Report Quoted By:
hello hello, it is tomorrow :) We'll be trying to get Florian to use some of that strange scent to make ourselves sane. No guns will be involved. Writing now.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Mar 2025 04:12:40 No. 6216844 Report ...to pluck Florian, the only member of your party who'd stuck with you, from your pocket. You had figured that he'd wanted to join the rest... but you were now thankful that he'd decided against it. The sulking child sat in your shirt pocket, as always, just a moment's notice away from your shaking hand. You gave his forehead a gentle rub, hoping to wake him up... and failing. You tried again, pressing a bit less gently. <span class="mu-r">Wfi nyrk ivrjfe dljk pfl uzjklis--</span> Mary forced her head atop Florian's bulb, forcing your hands down with him, bleating almost as loudly as the noise. Your head kept spinning... for a moment. Then, all was silent. Did Mary...? No, likely not. She kept bleating, just as loudly, for nearly a minute straight. You weren't sure if she wanted you to pay attention to her or if she was also trying to wake Florian up... but she at least succeeded in the latter. Florian woke up with a <span class="mu-i">loud</span> cry, not unlike that of an infant's, that pierced your eardrums with a bleeding-edge knife. Both you and Mary were taken aback, with Mary falling off of your knees and you falling on your back, both of you scrambling to calm Florian down with whatever you could find from off the ground... proceeding to fail repeatedly until Florian himself calmed down. Once your palm was a puddle of (slightly painful) tears... your head finally felt clear. You waited to make sure-- for nearly five minutes, you heard naught but your own thoughts. Aster and Taylor were already trotting and crawling in your direction, respectively, Taylor instantly climbing up your leg and fussing over Florian and Mary while Aster slowed to a stop just behind Mary and pretended to look elsewhere. You noticed him looking in the direction of a brief glimmer of gold... that soon disappeared. Behind that glimmer lay another, with the distinct shape of a claw about it, that soon followed suit and disappeared into the aether. Beyond both... was the setting sun. It was time to get going. The Saloon would be wanting you. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Mar 2025 04:13:40 No. 6216845 Report >Wednesday, August 20th You were thankful for last night. After the incident at the industrial district, you had attended your nightly meeting without much further trouble. Muyr's training, too, had gone as expected... Andrew had calmed down greatly since Monday. The lack of odd, affluent strangers seemed to relax him enough to even smile a little. The Stater gathering had gone off without a hitch, and the entire evening had been a greatly-needed reprieve from the industrial weirdness. All the discussion of staging pro-Stater plays and demonstrations had put everyone in the mood for plenty of merriment... ...but as you lay in bed now, your head was pounding again. The only difference from before was that you couldn't tell whether the headache was from the strange noises of the golden creatures or from the sheer noise of the saloon last evening. When you sat up, your entire world melted into blurry piles of color. It took nearly a minute for them coalesce into visible images again. When you looked around, blurriness followed your every movement and blotted out the corners of your eyes. Even by the time you managed to get out of bed and in front of the mirror... it still hurt like hell. However... you were definitely more coherent than you had been last time. You had a train of thought. Even if it wasn't the most up-to-date model, and seemed to stutter here and there, you could still string a sentence together without much issue... which was a great improvement over what had occurred at your first meeting with these strange golden noisemakers. You pulled out the newspaper you'd picked up on your way home last night, flipping through the pages to test your reading skills. Headlines seemed more than readable, but rather unimportant. Something about an attack on Southern Pacific's railroads, perpetrated by unknowns. Stories of disheartened Americans proclaiming their desire to move to Australia littered the front page, but it was hard to make out the exact texts... It would be best to let yourself rest for an hour longer, you thought. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Mar 2025 04:14:41 No. 6216847 Report Florian sat in his cubby, less asleep and more grumpy. He was giving you the stink-eye... for reasons you could only barely discern. You remembered some kind of crying from last night... Unsure of exactly what to do, you gently cupped Florian in your hands and cradled him like a child. You let him sit upon your scruffy head of short hair, gave him gentle strokes on the bulb with your finger, and tried to put him at ease, but you couldn't do much to ease the toddler's ongoing pouting. You only realized a possible cause when you tried to slip him into your shirt pocket and became surprised at the absence... of his old nutberry. Had Florian really become this torn up over what essentially amounted to his old ball? Sure, he'd taken it everywhere. He'd been devotedly attached to it since you used it to befriend him. But Florian hadn't been eating away at it. He hadn't been using whatever magical flora-related powers his mother'd had to make it grow more of itself. He'd just... dragged the berry around with him. Sat atop it while in your shirt pocket. Slept next to it. ... ...you could understand its significance, and yet... it was hard for you to really grasp how it could leave him this upset for so long. You put the thought aside for now, refocusing your thought process on your agenda for the day. There were important things to do... <span class="mu-s">[Choose two options. Vote for them in the order that you want them done.</span> If you want to spend the entire day doing something, choose it twice.]>Send a response to your mother's distressed letter. It's been some time now and you don't want to concern her. >Try to console Florian while attempting to train his scent technique. If you can, get in some training time with Aster too. You want to make sure they're fighting fit and emotionally healthy. >Try to find wherever Andrew is and watch him train his neofauna. It might be worth taking notes on how he does it. >Train the day away with Taylor. You know his silk can lead to some very interesting combat techniques, as he demonstrated yesterday, and you really want to hone in on that. >Gather Andrew and Steele together to plot a route out of Sacramento. You don't want to leave just yet, but a plan for your future will be very useful once Mr. Muyr explains his resources to you. >Go find Steele. Thank him for the pocket watch and spend some time with him.
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>>6216847 >Send a response to your mother's distressed letter. It's been some time now and you don't want to concern her. >Try to console Florian while attempting to train his scent technique. If you can, get in some training time with Aster too. You want to make sure they're fighting fit and emotionally healthy. Florian's a friendship evo, isn't he? We have to cheer the little lad up.
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>>6216855 +1
it seems Florian Aromatherapy was the BAD write-in
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>>6216847 >>6216855 +1
When consoling Florian, we should check on the sapling as well. If several new nutberries have sprouted, we could try to give him a new one? Not sure if he created an attachment to the specific nutberry or he's fine with any that we give him.
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>>6216844 >>6216845 >>6216847 >Try to console Florian while attempting to train his scent technique. If you can, get in some training time with Aster too. You want to make sure they're fighting fit and emotionally healthy. >Train the day away with Taylor. You know his silk can lead to some very interesting combat techniques, as he demonstrated yesterday, and you really want to hone in on that. I would suggest we delay the message to our mother a bit due to the fact that we are not fully capable of thinking clearly yet. I would especially consider this because our mother appears to be rather sensitive on the topic of befriending Neofauna, so we need to choose our words wisely. I think that is more than we are currently (mentally) capable of.
Psychic types fuck you up more extensively than I thought.
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>>6216847 Changing vote from
>>6216867 to backing
>>6216961 Anonymous
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>>6216847 Switching my vote from
>>6216922 to
>>6216961 i.e. replace sending the letter with training Taylor. I still would like to check the sapling for Florian's training though.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 23 Mar 2025 23:51:38 No. 6217222 Report >another tie alright lol, standard procedure. I'm going to post in /qtg/, if someone breaks the tie we're all good. If nobody comes along, I'll just flip a coin and start writing in an hour.
>>6216867 Nah, I honestly thought it was a pretty clever idea. Florian's gotten almost no training though, especially in regards to Aromatherapy specifically, so it didn't turn out too well is all.
Admittedly, I think part of that is my fault. I don't like writing babies too much. Thank god that they spend most of their time just sleeping so I have an easy out haha. Anonymous
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>>6216847 Let's consolf Florian and train Taylor, let our head clear up so we can probably start a draft tonight.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 24 Mar 2025 01:52:27 No. 6217260 Report Quoted By:
Alright, we're going to be consoling Florian and training Taylor. Writing now.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 24 Mar 2025 18:30:49 No. 6217535 Report Quoted By:
I fell asleep at my keyboard again I'll just post it tonight, it's about halfway done. I just need to get rid of several hours worth of gibberish. Sorry for the delay!
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>>6217222 >spoiler Just write him like a baby animal. Far more endearing and dynamic.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:07:33 No. 6217726 Report ...later. More important things to do later. For now, Florian lay in front of you, distressed. He needed your attention, so you were going to give him it. <><><><><> You began by bringing Florian outside. The weather was beautiful today. It was that perfect mix of warm and cold, sunny and cloudy, that every man always dreamed of. The plentiful sunbeams danced upon your skin like delighted little ballerinas, keeping you warm while you shivered from your lack of sleep, already helping to placate Florian's unstable emotions. It was an easy connection to make. Florian was a plant, so he liked sun. Of course keeping him in a dark cubby all night wouldn't do anything for his recent sadness. Aster trotted alongside you, lagging behind, making sure he was ahead of Mary while simultaneously trying to keep some distance from you. He was an odd duck, too one that you intended on giving plenty of study today. After Florian, of course. The aforementioned plant-child sat, now, in your palm. He was facing the sun, a placid smile on his face... As you watched him happily soak in its rays, something occurred to you. Maybe Florian was missing having another plant by his side. You felt it was a bit shot-in-the-dark, but perhaps that was the problem. He'd, presumably, spent his entire life surrounded by plants like him. Whether they were as complex as his mother or as simple as the grass beneath his feet, Florian was always surrounded by something like him. Now that he spent most of his time in your pocket, in a city, surrounded by a bunch of oddballs... maybe he was having a hard time fitting in? You weren't sure how you could help with that. But you knew you did have another near-plant by your side... "Taylor? Come!" You called to the silkworm, who'd been sat atop a rock and spinning himself a small ball of thread. He wasn't a plant, but he was surely close enough... Once the aforementioned bug began crawling up the side of your pant leg, you shifted your shoulders so that he would end his crawl on the arm opposite Florian. Taylor didn't hesitate to give Florian a happy chirp of greeting... to which Florian replied with a tilted head. Taylor repeated his greeting with a bit more pep, then threw Florian his little ball (still with the thread attached). He caught Florian off-guard at first, smacking him right in the forehead and prompting a shriek from the grassy sprite, but he quickly chirped his distress and severed the tie to the ball. That gave you an idea! You crouched down and shifted your arms so that Taylor and Florian ended up (safely) in the grass... before picking up the little ball and tossing it back to Taylor. The bug was confused, at first. What use would he have for his own ball? So you picked it up again, pinching the tiny thing as gently as you could with your calloused fingers, and gently tossed it back to Florian.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:08:34 No. 6217727 Report This time Florian was anticipating the ball, and he caught it with grace... by splitting his bulb in half! The sweet aroma you'd smelled from it before came spilling out, hitting you in the face like an entire bag full of spices, making you dizzy with its strength... and delighted with its appearance! You hadn't even intended on summoning the scent-- you were even regretting it, now, as your vision grew blurrier-- but once you saw Florian try to toss the ball back to Taylor, you figured that you'd killed two birds with one stone. ----- Taylor and Florian had picked up on catch surprisingly quickly. You were surprised the that <span class="mu-i">the concept</span> had even occurred to them, you pondered, and kept writing in your journal. <span class="mu-i">They seem to be able to mimic human action without issue, but seem intuitive enough to pick up on any entertainment value that mimickry might bring. Or perhaps they are simply discovering the same entertainment value that humans initially found in the same action?</span> It really was remarkable how similarly they seemed to behave... Your note-taking was cut short, however, by Aster shoving his neck onto your lap and giving you a very loud huff. He <span class="mu-i">really</span> wanted more brushing, didn't he? Hah, you needed to add that to his profile. Just brushing wouldn't do for today, however. You wanted Aster to start obeying commands, and you were sure he'd be unable to do that without some proper <span class="mu-i">training.</span> So... you figured you'd restart the dog method. A moment passed, and you'd returned to your usual training hub with a big bunch of apples. You could practically watch Aster's heart visibly melting in front of you, but you knew you couldn't just <span class="mu-i">give</span> these apples to him. Aster would have to work for them. ----- "Burn it up!" <span class="mu-r">FWOOSH</span>, <span class="mu-i">c-c-c-clop</span> <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">BOOM</span></span> The effigy you'd stuck in the pond went up in flames. Aster was finally getting the hang... of bothering to listen to you at all. You gave him his promised apple and stroked his neck, making sure to remember your heaps of praise and objective facts about how wonderful his pelt looked and how strong his attack was, before sighing and returning to your old position. You'd wanted Aster to charge at the effigy, not flame it from afar. At least he understood when to use his fire, you figured, and that was a victory in and of itself.>(+2 added to Command rolls.) It took you a loud chirp to snap you out of the absentminded stroking you'd been doing for the last several minutes. Aster was gone. When you looked around to find where he was, you saw a rather scared Florian hiding behind a <span class="mu-i">very</span> irate Taylor. The little bug looked like he was about to explode-- his round antennae were quivering with anger and there was a patch of burnt grass in front of him... where you presumed his silk ball had once lain. You were about to step in, when--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:09:35 No. 6217728 Report Whoa! A multitude of leaves shot out of Taylor's collar, seemingly out of nowhere! You dodged to the side, taking note not to stand behind Aster when you next saw a conflict like this, letting your eyes begin to boggle as the leaves just <span class="mu-i">kept on coming.</span> You really had no clue where Taylor was getting the <span class="mu-i">hundreds</span> of sharp leaves now lacerating Aster's pelt. The assault prompted a loud neigh from Aster, who let out a snort and glared at both Taylor and Florian with enough malice to send a shiver down your own spine. This had already gotten way out of hand...>Shout for Aster to burn up the dummy again! That'll test his loyalty, distract him, and help you end all of this. >Get in the way of both the leaves and Aster, hoping you don't get burned in the process, to try and end the conflict. You're certain that neither of them will want you hurt, so if you want them to stop... >Yell loudly for them to stop and try to make a new ball out of grass for Taylor and Florian. It'll be a poor facsimile, but it'll be enough to keep them happy...
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>>6217728 >Get in the way of both the leaves and Aster, hoping you don't get burned in the process, to try and end the conflict. You're certain that neither of them will want you hurt, so if you want them to stop... If it's good enough for Satoshi of Masara Town to stop Mew and Mewtwo, it ought to be fine for us... Probably. And I really don't like the idea of Taylor getting hit with a 4x weakness.
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>>6217727 Was it an accident? Was Aster trying to join the game and didn't know how flammable the ball was? Or was he jealous of the attention the others were getting?
I don't like our kids fighting, maybe Mary can help calm them down as well
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>>6217726 >>6217727 >>6217728 >Get in the way of both the leaves and Aster, hoping you don't get burned in the process, to try and end the conflict. You're certain that neither of them will want you hurt, so if you want them to stop... Do this, and bring Mary along just in case.
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>>6217728 >Get in the way of both the leaves and Aster, hoping you don't get burned in the process, to try and end the conflict. You're certain that neither of them will want you hurt, so if you want them to stop... >>6217746 This.
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>>6217728 >Get in the way of both the leaves and Aster, hoping you don't get burned in the process, to try and end the conflict. You're certain that neither of them will want you hurt, so if you want them to stop... Hopefully this doesn’t end up with Walter reduced to finely cooked stew cubes…
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Mar 2025 02:14:37 No. 6218139 Report Quoted By:
Wow, I'm surprised at how unanimous this vote ended up being. Walter's throwing himself into the fray. Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Mar 2025 03:28:40 No. 6218173 Report You needed this to stop, fast. If Aster went any further, you were half-convinced this entire field would go up in flames. A brief hesitation flashed through your mind, but you pushed it aside and stepped right into the path of Taylor's leaves. The bug's expression changed instantly. It was too late for him to stop the volley of leaves headed your way... but, to your great surprise, the volley was comparatively small. The hundreds of leaves weren't being thrown all at the same time, no-- instead, Taylor seemed to be throwing several small volleys of leaves at <span class="mu-i">superhuman</span> speeds. Without arms, either. Or limbs in general. Hardly any missed their target-- most came flying by you quickly enough to cut your clothing and make a noise not unlike the arrows of a bow. How... <span class="mu-i">FWOOF</span> Your thoughts were cut short by your own coughs and hacks. Aster had completely drenched you in a thick, black smoke. You heard him snort and back up behind you, shaking his head and sneezing, trotting out to your right and giving you a glare. Meanwhile... all you could return was a smile. You held eye contact. Aster's glare eventually weakened, returning to its usual grumpy default before dissipating altogether. Once the horse had gone soft, you gave him a rough pat on the cheek and another grin. Your theory had proven correct. Not even Aster wanted you harmed. A tension that you never knew you'd had left your body in an instant. You let out a short laugh and looked over to your buggy friend. "Thanks, Taylor," and Aster another, "'n you, you big lug." The horse refused to reply, but Taylor was already upon you and inspecting every painful cut that you hadn't even realized you had. Within minutes he'd begun trying to stitch your frayed sleeves back together, pulling out a leaf that had gotten stuck underneath an overall strap, the works. Every time you tried to get his attention, Taylor would lower his head and squeak a little. It took you patting him behind the collar for Taylor to calm down a little. Eventually, another idea hit you. You nudged Taylor away from the ripped bits, plucking him off of you entirely with a gentle grip, turning away from Florian to place Taylor in front of the effigy you'd been having Aster burn. If you could use your cuts as a reward, maybe... that's it. You crouched down to the worrisome worm and gave him a proposal. "Now then... why don't we try that leaf-throwin' thingum again?" <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Mar 2025 03:29:40 No. 6218175 Report >Thursday, August 21st Yesterday had flown by like a blur. You woke up, today, obscenely early. Your eyes were once more nothing but blotches of color for several straight minutes. Your head spun and your muscles ached. When would this end... Trying to recall what had taken up yesterday was a chore, but one you were willing to work through. You remembered... taking Florian outside, trying to comfort him. Him and Taylor had played catch with those little silk balls. All the while, you'd tried to train Aster... with some progress, but not yet enough. Taylor... you'd trained him on that effigy well. He could send those leaves on command, now, but you hadn't yet tied a word to it. Just a hand signal-- an outstretched, completely stiff arm. It was an accident, too... mere coincidence due to how many cuts he'd made in your arm. You'd need to fix the association later, but at least Taylor knew what you wanted out of him now. (+1 to Taylor's Combat rolls.) Florian... that had been harder, hadn't it? You'd intended to train his scent-making near noon, but had to stop after the third try at summoning it nearly knocked you out. You remembered comforting him after you were done, in the evening. Florian got all of the attention at the nightly saloon meeting. While Andrew tried to mingle with the people there, you spent your time comforting Florian and trying to make him a silken nutberry with Taylor's help. You couldn't remember his reaction... perhaps it wasn't very positive? You stumbled into the bathroom and threw your face into the washstand's basin. It was already full of water from last night-- that much was made obvious by how it shocked your face. Freezing water clung to your sweaty face, briefly shocking your brain back to life and reminding you of your lunch with Steele. The guards hadn't let Indiana into the restaurant, but Mary had joined you just fine... they hadn't even stopped Aster, somehow. It concerned you, somewhat, how unphased Steele seemed to be at leaving his mole all alone on the questionable streets of that district. At least he'd greeted Indiana with all his usual cheer once the two of you were done. A shiver ran down your spine as you massaged more cold water into your skin. Your vision began to clear, as did your head. You had so much to do! There was so much to write about from your training sessions alone. Aster's training log needed updating, Taylor's magical leaves and his strange way of commanding them, the sheer power of Florian's scent-- scents? Maybe the stronger version had been some other kind of scent! Maybe Florian could make multiple different types? You were starting to get excited. Today seemed brimming with potential. You shot a look at the hotel's ornate window, coming closer to brush away the highly stylized curtains and give the city a look... For the first time you could remember, Sacramento seemed... cloudy.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 26 Mar 2025 03:30:41 No. 6218176 Report Maybe that meant rain? You weren't sure of when California's rains came. Late August seemed to make sense, though. It was definitely a rainy month back home, after all, and you didn't know much about California. It was wholly plausible that it could've had a similar rainy season. That made you wonder about Aster. How would his mane fare? Would the water harm him? No-- no, that wouldn't make much sense. Unless... The flurry of thoughts overwhelming you continued to linger throughout your morning routine. It wasn't until you'd finished eating breakfast with Steele and Andrew that you were finally freed of the nonstop babbling inside your head. Finally, when you'd had enough time to think things through, you decided to spend the day on...>...minor activities and relaxation. If it was going to rain, you couldn't bet on much. Try and compose that letter, kick back and read a little, whatever came to mind. As long as it didn't involve going outside. >...documentation! With all this new information to jot down, you're sure you could spend an entire day doing nothing but writing. >...discovery. Maybe rain would bring new types of neofauna to the city! You were sure the river ducks would like it. Perhaps they'd have some kind of special behavior... it was worth getting a little wet to find out.
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>>6218176 >...documentation! With all this new information to jot down, you're sure you could spend an entire day doing nothing but writing. It'd also be wise to do some reorganizing of notes and observations. I can't imagine how packed his notebooks must be by now. We need to figure out where we'll set home base at some point in the future to store all that paper.
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>>6218192 +1
How much longer are we stuck in Sacramento?
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>>6218173 Ohgosh, Taylor is a cute.
>>6218175 ...We seig heil to summon razor leaf?
I see Steele still doesn't know how to interact with pets.
>>6218176 >...minor activities and relaxation. If it was going to rain, you couldn't bet on much. Try and compose that letter, kick back and read a little, whatever came to mind. As long as it didn't involve going outside. Waltuh needs the rest, anyhow.
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>>6218194 I imagine we'll be in Sacramento for quite a while longer. Muyr has his plans and there's plenty of places to investigate neofauna on the edges of the city. It does feel like the QM
is affording us some prep time for something big happening soon, however .
On an unrelated note, a spinoff one-shot in which
we take the perspective of one of the Zorua/Zoroark at Shenanigan's Gulch doing errands for the Christian community would be hilarious and wholesome.
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>>6218207 >I Was a Zoroua Choirboy That does sound like a blast.
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>>6218173 >>6218175 >>6218176 >...documentation! With all this new information to jot down, you're sure you could spend an entire day doing nothing but writing. We have some new details on our own squad and some more on everything we have seen around us. Let's jot it down.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 27 Mar 2025 00:25:52 No. 6218515 Report Quoted By:
Documentation wins by a landslide! That's what Walter'll be spending his morning on. >On an unrelated note, a spinoff one-shot in which we take the perspective of one of the Zorua/Zoroark at Shenanigan's Gulch doing errands for the Christian community would be hilarious and wholesome. if anyone wants to give it a shot, you have my blessings lol.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 27 Mar 2025 04:02:30 No. 6218629 Report Writing! Documenting! Getting your notes in order... You gave a window another glance, peeking into the expertly-manicured courtyard of the hotel, wondering if you'd get a chance to go out today... before retreating to your room and putting pencil to paper. ----- Pencil to paper, paper to paper, paper to cover and all over. Taylor sat upon your shoulder spitting globs of silk onto the ends of paper cut-outs, helping you mark certain parts of the notebook with certain letters and symbols, generally being a great help when he wasn't making sure that your cuts were still healing. It was a little funny to consider how much he cared for you. Nobody had fussed over you like this since you were very little, and it felt odd not to mind. Maybe you were just glad to have some consistent reprieve for once. You stuck another bookmark onto the edge of this page. You weren't certain it would work-- creating a "fish-like" category seemed almost <span class="mu-i">too</span> broad-- but it would do for now, you told yourself. One more glance out the window, you told yourself. It had been hours. Surely the clouds would be gone by now..? Unfortunately, your hopes were dashed. The cloudiness seemed persistent. At least for today, you figured. Maybe they'd clear up by tomorrow... ----- By eveningtime, you were running out of things to document. Granted, you hadn't been documenting the entire day. There were breaks here and there spent trying to read, getting food, all the things one needed to stay sane while spending hours and hours trapped indoors. By now, however, you had thoroughly exhausted almost all of the new information you knew. Taylor was asleep, having exhausted most of his energy helping you out. And you were already fighting to stay awake... The clouds hadn't left, but rain had never come. The strange, acrid smell wafting through the window gave you reason to suspect that they might not be clouds... but there wasn't much reason to believe they were anything else, either, so you discarded the thought. You decided it wouldn't be worth it to spend the evening inside, especially when you had a meeting to attend and tutoring to do, so you got up from your plush chair and stretched a little. If your shiny new watch was right, you were supposed to be at the saloon an hour from now... but you had a sinking feeling that you wouldn't be able to keep yourself up that long without company, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to go there early. So, you set out for the saloon... at a leisurely pace. It wouldn't hurt to enjoy the scenery on the way there, would it? <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 27 Mar 2025 04:04:05 No. 6218630 Report "Ah, I've heard there's some commotion 'round town." You'd barely been a block away from the saloon when people started gossiping. "What's going on?" A passerby had chirped, clueless as to the conversation. She'd been talking with a friend of hers a moment earlier. You remembered her-- the one with the red bonnet. "I heard it started o'er there!" A redhead murmured, scratching his sideburns and staring in the direction you were already looking. You hoped the man was kidding. His guess as to where it was coming from had made your hairs start standing on end. "Nnnosy one, ain't he? Not got anythin' be'er t' do than run aft'r some sshtupid rumor? Aaay'm sure it's nothin'," some rosy-cheeked clerk had slurred. Whatever followed next fell on deaf ears, as your pair had already run much too far away to listen in. You knew exactly where they were talking about, after all. The direction that everyone had been looking and hinting towards only had one populated place at this time of day. When the sun was halfway set and the moon was just beginning to rise... only the saloon drew anyone's eyes. A small crowd had already congested the narrow street you'd taken to get there. You found people parting to let you through, making comments on your neofauna as you passed, keeping to the walls or shying away to reveal... Chaos. Men in armor beating other men. Throwing things, dragging arms, violently forcing people to the ground and falling out of sight as more and more fighting obscured your view. It was almost impossible to make anything out-- there was so much fighting, so much blood, that all you could see were fists and legs flailing every which way. The cracking of bones, the snapping of cuffs-- wait, cuffs-- <span class="mu-r">CR-FWOOSH</span> A giant pillar of flame shot up from someplace nearby you, in the middle of the sea of unknowns-- Startled shouts erupted all around you! All around the flame, men stumbled over men to get away or shout retreat, or lunge forward. Some dropped to the ground, rolling back and forth to put out stray embers, while-- One unfortunate soul who'd decided to attack what lay within the dissipating pillar soon found himself flying backwards, somehow being kicked... ...by an oversized, almost child-like avian <span class="mu-i">beast</span> of some kind. The beast let out a shrill cry, loud enough to make the crowd behind you audibly flinch. The sound of it made your skin crawl. It was like someone had stuck an eagle's screech into a hen's throat. A second man attempted to attack the creature. He wore full plate armor and charged at it with a rifle, almost opening fire-- --before finding his gun thrown aside by three massive claws, and his person thrown to the ground by an incredibly bulky leg. From behind the beast charged <span class="mu-i">Andrew</span>, revolver in hand, pointing it behind--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 27 Mar 2025 04:05:05 No. 6218631 Report <span class="mu-s">BLAM</span> Your blood ran cold... as a guard behind you dodged to the left. >RUN. Run towards Andrew. You don't know what the hell is going on, but you know you'll have a better idea if you get closer to him. >FIGHT. Sock the guy! Beat him back! Whatever he was doing behind you, it couldn't've been good if Andrew was shooting him for it. >COMMAND. Shout for Mary to do your dirty work for you. You're pretty sure Taylor and Florian won't be able to do much against anything steel-clad, and you aren't willing to count on Aster yet.
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>>6218631 >COMMAND. Shout for Mary to do your dirty work for you. You're pretty sure Taylor and Florian won't be able to do much against anything steel-clad, and you aren't willing to count on Aster yet. GO, MARY!
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>>6218644 +1 time to get EXP
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>>6218630 Damn, Andrew's Torchic already evolved. At this rate the power of Blaziken will be his and we still have nothing other than
>Mareep >Sewaddle >Budew >Ponyta 2 Grass types is enough. We need something else now. A Water type or something more interesting like Ghost or Psychic or even Ice. I hope we can find some that fit Walter on the way to New York. I doubt we'll be long for Sacramento after this chaos
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>>6218631 >RUN. Run towards Andrew. You don't know what the hell is going on, but you know you'll have a better idea if you get closer to him. Holy shit, did Andrew's Torchic evolve already?
>>6218644 I'm wary about ordering Mary to go around killing people. It could set a bad precedent with the attitude she already has.
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>>6218631 Changing my vote from
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>FIGHT. Sock the guy! Beat him back! Whatever he was doing behind you, it couldn't've been good if Andrew was shooting him for it. I don't wanna get close to Andrew at a crucial time like this. We have no idea what's going on. Watching our backs should be priority no matter what
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>>6218648 >on the way to New York As of now, there's no way we could feasibly make the journey. You forget how much of a wild west it is in the American Frontier, let alone the brutal weather and distance and even before the Pokemon arrival. We'll either have to wait for railways to somehow become connected again, or train a Pokemon to Fly. Either one is a long time from now and who knows how many threads until then.
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>>6218656 That sounds like we need mons to kick ass with
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>>6218631 >RUN. Run towards Andrew. You don't know what the hell is going on, but you know you'll have a better idea if you get closer to him. I suspect the armored guards are the mayor's people, and they're trying to shut down people with neofauna.
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>>6218648 agree, a water or psychic pokemon would be nice. We might have a chance to get a psychic if we go after the Abra again.
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>>6218629 >>6218630 >>6218631 >COMMAND. Shout for Mary to do your dirty work for you. You're pretty sure Taylor and Florian won't be able to do much against anything steel-clad, and you aren't willing to count on Aster yet. I have a feeling the lightning attack will be gruesomely effective against opponents with plated steel armour. But then again, they are encroaching on our divine right to befriend Neofauna, so...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 28 Mar 2025 03:20:57 No. 6219134 Report Quoted By:
Leaving the vote open for another day as it's a tie and I'm very tired right now ! I'll post something in /qtg/ for a tie-breaker, but the entry will be tomorrow.
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>>6218631 >COMMAND. Shout for Mary to do your dirty work for you. You're pretty sure Taylor and Florian won't be able to do much against anything steel-clad, and you aren't willing to count on Aster yet. I think we should let Mary cotton the guard so we have an easier time if we actually have to throw hands. Also the armor might interfere with Mary's electric attacks.
I don't want to set a dangerous precedent by ordering our Mary to directly attack another human.
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Cotton Spore on the guard feels like the safest option for COMMAND
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>>6218631 >COMMAND. Shout for Mary to do your dirty work for you. You're pretty sure Taylor and Florian won't be able to do much against anything steel-clad, and you aren't willing to count on Aster yet. Command her to COTTON, though, not to kill. Get Taylor in with String Shot, maybe?
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>>6218749 >>6218631 >>6219336 +1
changing my vote to command for cotton
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 29 Mar 2025 01:32:01 No. 6219521 Report Okay, we're going to be commanding Mary to Cotton Spore the guard! Writing.
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>>6219521 Cool, because that was what I was going to change my vote to, kek.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 29 Mar 2025 03:16:43 No. 6219583 Report Hardly a thought passed through your brain before your arm already shot out and you yelled-- "Mary! <span class="mu-i">Cotton him!</span>" Your sheepy friend ran forth and did exactly what you said... kind of. She seemed to already be aiming for a tackle, so what ended up happening was a strange mix of her slamming into the man and covering him in her strange cotton. Thankfully, Mary managed to detach herself from the newly-encumbered guard in no time, and she quickly ran over to another guard who'd been heading your way-- You called for her to dodge to the left as you dodged to the right, both of you avoiding a full-body tackle from the man rather narrowly. Another glance back to the near riot outside the saloon confused you further. It was nearly impossible to see anything. Even the avian stranger was hidden in the mess of limbs and weapons and-- Off to the right, a man protested. "There's been no crime! Ah've done nothin' t' deserve this!! This is tyranny!!" A guard could be seen behind him, forcing the man's wrists into cuffs, mumbling statements you couldn't hear-- until, of course, the man in cuffs' small star-faced dog bit the guard's ankles. You could most certainly hear the shouts that came from that. "What 'n the world is goin' on...?" You couldn't help but think aloud. For a moment-- <span class="mu-i">NNNEIGH</span> Aster <span class="mu-i">charged</span> through the crowd behind you-- left unharmed from the bullet Andrew had shot, assuming he'd shot a bullet at all-- and <span class="mu-i">right</span> past you, his mane <span class="mu-r">exploding</span> into fire as he charged towards the crowd! You ran after him, trying to get a handle on whatever the hell he was doing, only stopping when Aster slammed his hooves into the dirt and ground himself to a halt... in front of the yellow-feathered avian stranger. The stranger in question was caught completely unawares, jumping back and holding its <span class="mu-i">obscenely</span> long claws in front of its face like a pair of swords, switching its view from Aster, to you, to Aster, back to-- The sight of you seemed to elate the strange bird somehow, with its unnerving glare from before quickly softening into... a smile? Some form of surprise? It was hard to tell with the beak, but the bird was more than happy to see you. It was hard to share the sentiment-- you were just thankful that it didn't see you as a threat-- as you were still swerving around, watching your sides at all times, unsure of what caused the chaos but now well aware of it. Mary was now running back to you, bleating as she went, flinching a bit at the sight of the newcomer before returning her eyes to your shoulders and bleating in Taylor's direction. The bug was immediately receptive to her noise, inching along your arm and jumping atop Mary's head, giving you a loud chirp as he made himself comfortable atop Mary's woolen head.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 29 Mar 2025 03:17:48 No. 6219584 Report The avian caught your attention once more, chirping and tweeting as it pulled Andrew over to... "...Walter?? Shoot, you've got uncanny timin'..." The cowboy wasted no time. "Help. Now." A guard interrupted-- "THERE! Buchanan is there!!" Andrew pulled you close, grabbing you by your lapels almost as fiercely as your dad used to. "They want you, me, Muyr, and the rest. They're fightin' dirty, but they don't have any 'fauna. Do whatever it takes." You had so many questions, your mouth flung open to say anything-- Before you could even speak a word, Andrew and the feathered stranger had already returned to the mass of fighting people. You heard another ear-piercing cry from the avian... and were left to your own devices-- For exactly two seconds. An entire <span class="mu-i">group</span> of guards came running-- your eyes flew to the rest of the fighting for just a moment, where people were looking at you-- before you could do anything, Aster ran in front of you and exhaled an entire line of fire in front of himself. The guards stopped dead in their tracks, one of them running to your right-- --where he was quickly tripped by your own leg. You only realized as much as the man hit the floor, unsure of where the reflex had come from-- Aster was looking back at you and expecting praise. "Good-- good job--" You could barely finish your sentence before another guard lunged at you. Florian awoke-- --and the guard found himself paralyzed in mid-air, falling to the ground with a litany of curses and a newly-broken nose. In the single moment of reprieve you now had-->--you chose to try and seek out Muyr. You needed to make sure he was there, first and foremost. He was a former general, wasn't he? If you could find and defend him, he could help organize this mess into an actual fighting force. >--you chose to run after Andrew and stick by him. There was some vague idea of where he was that you could follow, and he was somewhat holding his own. If you two combined your efforts, you could get a lot more done a lot more quickly. >--you decided to incapacitate as many plated guardsmen as you could. Most of the Staters either have no neofauna at all or obviously untrained help. You highly doubt that any of them brought weapons to the friendly gathering. It would be selfish to leave them undefended. >--you decided to find some other way to do things. [Write-in.]
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>>6219584 >--you chose to run after Andrew and stick by him. There was some vague idea of where he was that you could follow, and he was somewhat holding his own. If you two combined your efforts, you could get a lot more done a lot more quickly. Muyr is either well defended or already hightailing it out of there. We've got to stick by Andrew and figure out how exactly he's been training his Combusken.
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>>6219584 >--you decided to incapacitate as many plated guardsmen as you could. Most of the Staters either have no neofauna at all or obviously untrained help. You highly doubt that any of them brought weapons to the friendly gathering. It would be selfish to leave them undefended. Walter Buchanan: Man of the The People!
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>>6219626 That might sseparate Walter and Andrew and get them both caught.
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>>6219584 >>6219619 +1 for sticking by Andrew, we have a better chance of success together, and the better we do here, the better we can help Muyr and the other staters later.
>the man in cuffs' small star-faced dog bit the guard's ankles That's probably a stater? We didn't give them nutberries so I guess they figured out a way to get neofauna on their own? Nice.
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>>6219584 That's a nice pic QM
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>>6219638 Maybe, or make us a true champion of Sacramento's Stater movement.
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>>6219583 >>6219584 >--you decided to incapacitate as many plated guardsmen as you could. Most of the Staters either have no neofauna at all or obviously untrained help. You highly doubt that any of them brought weapons to the friendly gathering. It would be selfish to leave them undefended. We are literally one of the VIP targets. Better defend ourselves as well as we can.
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>>6219584 >--you decided to incapacitate as many plated guardsmen as you could. Most of the Staters either have no neofauna at all or obviously untrained help. You highly doubt that any of them brought weapons to the friendly gathering. It would be selfish to leave them undefended Cue the Doom music.
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>>6219934 The only one they fear is HOLY SHIT IS THAT HORSE ON FIRE?!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 30 Mar 2025 02:23:29 No. 6220156 Report Quoted By:
Spring cleaning has me dead, entry tomorrow!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 30 Mar 2025 22:49:32 No. 6220761 Report Rolled 2 (1d2) Dead enough not to count the votes and realize there was a tie, apparently. It's already been an entire day, I don't think a tiebreaker is coming. Flipping a coin...
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>>6220761 Huh, so it is.
Welcome back, QM!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:43:08 No. 6220864 Report Quoted By:
--you changed course, whistling for Mary and Aster to return to you. Aster barely listened-- he turned his head, so you knew he was listening, but he stayed where he was-- while Mary came obediently back. You cast your glance to the far-left... more guards were coming your way. There was only way this could work: together. "Mary, here!" She would stay by your side. Taylor could provide support from atop her head with his silk and endless leaves. "Aster, scatter!" He would sow discord, make things even less organized. The guards had to have absolutely no way of staying coordinated if you wanted any chance at coming out on top. You realized that, if you stayed too close together, a single encounter with enough guards could wipe you all out... but you trusted your team enough to pull through regardless. Aster had already run off, his path nonsensical. He weaved in and out of the fight, scaring guards and bringing chaos wherever he went. The mere <span class="mu-i">sight</span> of a flaming stallion seemed enough to spook several people into either dropping what they were doing or wildly miscalculating and failing at whatever they were attempting. That gave you an idea... and you sped off, trailing behind Aster, shouting for Mary to tackle or cotton-spore every guard that was alarmed by Aster's presence. You drew your revolver, not intending to use it as a gun but more as a bludgeoning force. If Mary's tackles or cotton wouldn't do the trick, a hit to the back of the head with the revolver's grip likely would. If all hell broke loose and you were caught unawares... maybe, just maybe, you could rely on Florian's powder. You gave your friend a look-- he lay in your shirt pocket, very alert. He gave you a glance back, uncertain and somewhat afraid. "Don't worry 'bout this, we'll handle it finely..." ----- One-- back of the head. Two-- in the knees, underneath the leg. This was exhausting, but you were doing a good job. Nobody had caught you yet. Florian hadn't needed to intervene much-- another in the wrist-- but he'd helped a great deal with keeping you sane. You kept running, yelling for Mary to strike another weakened guard, your mind finding clarity in the chaos as adrenaline kept you awake. Aster had been doing an incredible job-- people were already cheering upon seeing him, throwing off the guards even more than Aster's enormous flaming mane already did. You'd been focusing entirely on the straight-ahead, following Aster, trying to down any guard that looked even slightly off-kilter--
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:44:09 No. 6220866 Report Quoted By:
--that you didn't notice the enormous guard tackling you to the ground from the side. You were thrown to the ground with a <span class="mu-i">thud.</span> Every part of you <span class="mu-i">hurt.</span> The guard got off of you somewhat quickly, but wasted no time in forcing your wrists behind your back and slamming a pair of metal cuffs around them. Once you were restrained, he forced you back on your feet and let go. You were going to turn the other way and run, but you'd already been stopped by another <span class="mu-i">equally enormous</span> guard. It was a bit frightening to know that men this tall existed-- they could easily see over the entire fight, which explained how they'd spotted you in all the chaos... A third and fourth guard soon appeared, shorter but no less muscular, cornering you and grabbing you by the shoulders. Being caught by them felt like having very heavy stones laid upon both your shoulders, and it only hurt more when you were hoisted off your feet and restrained further with a pair of heavy metal cuffs to your wrists. Your eyes darted around, trying to search for any signs of your party, realizing too late... that Aster had kept running wherever he pleased, and Mary had followed <span class="mu-i">him</span> as opposed to you. The group of guards remained silent, to your surprise, as they started carrying you... someplace you couldn't see. It was hard to make anything out when you were staring at the back of a helmet, after all. At one point they must have met another guard, because the smallest guard (in front) began whispering about having you cuffed and asking about... Muyr, Andrew, and the other Staters. You managed to overhear some parts of the conversation. "...absent, accompanied by a fire-breather..." "...calling us Hunters. They're admitting they're not a fighting force... good with language..." "...wait..." The conversation quickly became scattershot. Whatever remained of it was either inaudible or quickly cut short by celebration. More guards had joined the party of four, now swarming every side of you. You could hear them changing direction, marching away from the conflict. The sounds of battle were getting quieter, more distant. You were about to shout something, but a guard shoved a gag into your mouth before anything could escape.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:45:11 No. 6220868 Report Quoted By:
Panic took hold-- you tried stomping on a guard's shoe, only to be met with enough metal plating to cause your heel to hurt instead. Your hands were still completely constrained, but you tried swinging your arms back and forth to try and use the cuffs as a weapon-- no use, the guards just held you tighter. You gave Florian a panicked glance-- one that was immediately exchanged by the scared sprite-- but could do no more for him. You were only thankful that the guards either hadn't noticed him or hadn't deemed him enough of a threat to remove from your shirt pocket yet. Your party was gone. Did they even know you were here? You couldn't be dragged away. Not now! Not when the Staters needed you most... The noise of the fight grew more and more distant. As the guards approached a more narrow street, it became hard to hear anything at all. The men shuffled around, organizing themselves into a narrower formation that saw your sides flanked by building walls instead of other men. For just a moment, your back was completely free... <span class="mu-i">bzz</span> A buzzing sound rang through your ears. For a moment, you'd thought you were hearing things. You listened harder. <span class="mu-i">bZZZ</span> That buzzing... it sounded like electricity. There was only one thing that could be producing electricity right now. <span class="mu-i">BZZZZZZZ-B-B-BZZZZ</span> It was getting closer. Louder. You yanked as hard as you could, pouring every single bit of energy you had into <span class="mu-i">forcing</span> yourself out of this, pulling hard, forcing your <span class="mu-i">entire body weight</span> to be free, trying as best you could to get free from the guards before-- <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">BBBBBZZZZ--- K-CRACKKKKK</span></span> ~~~~~ What in God's name...?! ~~~~~ You were on the ground. Your ears rang like someone had set off a bell next to them. Both of your wrists were still in cuffs. Your mouth was still taken up by enough cloth to make your jaw hurt. The guards were gone. All you could hear was yelling. Some of it was from the guards, the same three words echoing aroung the area as the troops cried out. "Regroup!" "Retreat!" "Run!!" Over and over, from different mouths at different times, the guards cried. On occasion, some of them would swear to God. Most others, however, were left completely speechless.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:51:55 No. 6220873 Report Quoted By:
Mary stumbled over to you. She seemed... unharmed, for the most part. Mary lowered her head to the ground and sniffed at you. You could see static dancing across her wool... and her pelt almost seemed to sizzle. Mary nudged at your cheek, gentle but firm, and turned around to keep her tail above your head. The tip of it was warm enough that you could feel it from several feet below the orb. A flurry of footsteps rushed past you, seemingly never-ending. Most of them were very heavy. You could tell that those were from the guards, with their plated armor, but a few were from... people they were dragging along with them. The restraints they were held in clinked and clanged against each other, mimicking the heavy plates that the guards themselves dressed in. You lay in the dirt for minutes longer. Mary did not move, keeping her tail above your head and standing guard while chaos unfolded around you. ----- Night had fallen. The area around the saloon was silent. Mary let out a joyous bleat, its strength weakened by what you could only assume to be some kind of exhaustion. You could hear two familiar voices, faintly, approaching. "...dear lord." "That's..." There was some silence. You heard some kind of agreement, then... Andrew crouched down and pulled the gag out of your mouth. It took your jaw another second or two to realize that it wasn't supposed to be open that wide. Closing your mouth almost felt <span class="mu-i">weird--</span> how long had you been restrained for...? "...bad choice of armor, eh?" Andrew quipped. It was clear that the joke was not out of any actual mirth. Something about how Andrew said it made you more aware of his nerves than any attempt to lighten the mood. You felt yourself hoisted up by your back, then sat up straight in front of Andrew... who was soon joined by Mr. Muyr. The man looked like he'd seen death itself. The gravity of his expression was severe enough to rub off on you, to the point where you felt your jaw hanging open once more. "This's..." Andrew cleared his throat and never finished his sentence. Mary gave you a playful nudge. Even in such dire circuumstances, she was still smiling a little and trying to cheer you up. Her tail swayed back and forth, lit up just enough to let you see around you this late at night, hanging just above her head as she tried her best to hold a smile. Your sight drifted back to the battlefield... where countless men lay on the ground or in awkward positions, almost all of them injured somehow.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:52:56 No. 6220874 Report Quoted By:
"What..." ...was the only word you could spit out. "Conspiracy." Mr. Muyr spat. "This's what they did on charges of <span class="mu-i">conspiracy.</span> Stormed the whole place, cuffed whomever they could, forced everyone out and fought them like dogs." He continued, his tone laced with acid. "Cowards, they are. All of them. Huntington, his guards, every man in the police force who facilitated this and let all of this slip--" You could see the bird creature some feet away. It was running around the place, looking from person to person for someone in particular. Once it found someone, it... offered him a claw, and let the guy lean on its arm. Andrew was watching the bird. He'd even given it a wave and a whistle once or twice. Once the bird was close enough to make out its face, Andrew instead turned his attention to your cuffs. "Now, I'm not great't this, but I've got experience enough..." Mr. Muyr kept pacing, back and forth. "Someone, somewhere, let this slip. It couldn't have been either of you, and it couldn't have been... no, that would be preposterous..." Your wrists were free. How did-- "Don't worry about it. Just... take them." Andrew gave you the cuffs, both of them now broken near the tips, before heading over to the bird monster and... praising it. The avian anomaly chirped its thanks and let the man down easily... Mr. Muyr was snapped out of his monologue as soon as he recognized the man. "Bart! Bartholomew... your knee." "It's fine, it's fine!! I swear, this... I don't know what, but..." Bart gasped, almost on impulse, as he tried to move his right leg. "Ugh, it's... I'll be fine, it just needs some..." A thought struck you. "Andrew! Andrew-- where's Taylor? Where is he-- we could..." "With your horse." The cowboy replied. "They're... by the saloon. I'll go call for 'em." Oh, thank God, they were both safe. They were both... safe... <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:53:57 No. 6220875 Report Quoted By:
You and Andrew arrived at the hotel. "Why has that bird been following you..?" You could barely ask through your drowsiness. "...you don't recognize him?" Andrew inquired. "No, ah... should ah?" The bird creature, who'd been unnervingly peaceful until now, followed you two up the steps and chirped at you. Something seemed familiar about its eyes... Andrew crossed his arms and looked at it. "...he's the chick, from before. My chick." He chuckled dryly at that. "Your...?" It was still hard to connect the dots. "Durin'... right before, I think, around when the guards started attackin'. Before... no." Andrew put a hand to his forehead and shook his head. "We were at the saloon. Going to have dinner as usual. Muyr was going to give his speech, we were all going to listen. Guards started pourin' down the stairs, way early. Don't think even Muyr had come out yet. Two thirds'a the saloon was full up. They started cuffin' people, dragging them out. People protested, 'f course, ran after 'em and tried t' free their friends 'n all. I was one of 'em. Got up as soon as I could and tried t' get the guards t' drop an acquaintance'a mine. Chick joined me." Andrew stopped to ruffle the bird's head feathers, then continued. "The conflict got carried outside, into the mess you saw. That's when... well, you saw that pillar've fire, right? The big... yeah." Andrew's voice was weary. "Don't know how're what. Little chick sent that up. Then, when all that fire was gone... well, there he was." ... Andrew looked back at you. "Hard t' believe. It was for me, anyways. But I can tell you... with how he's followin' me around, with the spot he was in before that big fire, with the way he's been listenin' to and treatin' me... I think it's still him." ... ...this... this wasn't unheard of, wasn't it? You remembered, way back after leaving the Gulch. You'd watched one of those scruffy black dogs turn into something different before your eyes. Bigger, scarier. But you'd assumed... wasn't it just supposed to be them? The change hadn't been so drastic, either. Andrew's chick would have grown an entire new set of limbs and nearly tripled in size... ...your eyes drifted to the newcomer's talons, which were tapping on the brick staircase. The bird itself seemed similarly fidgety, similarly friendly towards you... ...all you could do was nod. Andrew's expression went... uncharacteristically soft. He almost seemed melancholy. You would've questioned it, but he'd already turned away and opened the hotel doors. Both of you stumbled into the lobby looking like utter wrecks, trailed by your respective parties... but, thankfully, the clientele seemed too preoccupied with their own activities to make much of a fuss. You and Andrew headed to the stables... before parting ways with a 'goodnight' or two and heading upstairs... to bed. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:54:59 No. 6220879 Report Quoted By:
>Friday, August 22nd The nightmare was finally over. Yesterday was... over. You awoke to a note underneath your door. <span class="mu-i">Meeting early. Snowflake park, near the fountain. Noon, today. Bring Andrew. - A. Muyr</span> You gave the note an absentminded nod and got to dressing yourself. <><><><><> It was far too early to eat. It was too early to do much of anything, really. You'd only realized as much once you'd flung open the door to the stables. Taylor and Florian were still fast asleep in their cubbies. The window barely had any light trickling through it. All seemed quiet. Peaceful. As it should have been. However, when you crossed the room and opened the door to the <span class="mu-i">horse</span> stables... ...you noticed that Mary's door had a hole in it. A small, charred hole. You opened the door... and felt your blood run cold.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 02:56:19 No. 6220882 Report Mary lay, silent, in her bed. She'd flinched at the sight of you. "Mary?" You whispered, so as not to disturb the rest of the stables. The sheep didn't respond. Her stare stabbed right into your heart. Her pupils trembled, but Mary herself was stiff. Unmoving. Silent. You knew this look. You'd seen it before, on the farm. You knew what it meant. But Mary had looked perfectly healthy at the saloon. Even throughout the fight, she'd come away unscathed. So how...? You approached. She flinched again. You extended a hand to her. "Come on, girl, it's just--" A light shock rippled throughout your body. Your hairs stood on end long after the shock had faded. Mary got on her hoofs and slowly started backing up, her trembling head soon joining her body against the back of her stable. Just then, you noticed something. Something foul-smelling. Acrid. Putrid. Something... red. Once you'd laid your eyes upon it, you couldn't move. You felt your breaths becoming shallower, the panic from last night returning for just a moment. Mary's left leg was bleeding. There was an entire red patch on the bottom of her wool from where she'd sat in her own blood. The wound had bled onto her bed. It had bled onto the floor. It bled... ...from a bite mark. A deep bite mark. A bite mark... that hadn't even scabbed over yet.>Call for help. Don't move. Stay with her. Just call for help. >Run back inside. Grab Taylor. Shake him awake. The first thing you need to do is stem the bleeding-- surely his silk can do that? >Write-in.
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>>6220882 >Run back inside. Grab Taylor. Shake him awake. The first thing you need to do is stem the bleeding-- surely his silk can do that? We need to stop the bleeding first
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>>6220882 >Run back inside. Grab Taylor. Shake him awake. The first thing you need to do is stem the bleeding-- surely his silk can do that? Anonymous
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>>6220882 >Run back inside. Grab Taylor. Shake him awake. The first thing you need to do is stem the bleeding-- surely his silk can do that? AAAAAAA
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No! Not our sweet little sheep friend!
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What could have done this to Mary? And when?
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>>6220946 >However, when you crossed the room and opened the door to the horse stables... >...you noticed that Mary's door had a hole in it. >A small, charred hole. No way Aster did this.
>A deep bite mark. Aster's a Ponyta, he can't bite that deep
>A bite mark... that hadn't even scabbed over yet. And this was not Mary bleeding overnight. This was recent
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>>6220949 No, not Aster. They were even getting along around the time we got captured. I suspect something like an Incineroar prevo or Growlithe.
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>>6220882 >Run back inside. Grab Taylor. Shake him awake. The first thing you need to do is stem the bleeding-- surely his silk can do that? I agree with
>>6220888 , but make sure that pressure is directly applied rather than wrapped around. The latter could make it worse.
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>>6220882 >Run back inside. Grab Taylor. Shake him awake. The first thing you need to do is stem the bleeding-- surely his silk can do that? Anonymous
>>6220882 >"Mary?" You whispered, so as not to disturb the rest of the stables. Aster and Andrew's bird were in this stable as well, they would have helped if they had heard. So whoever came in was being sneaky. Motherfuckers seem to have been aiming for Mary specifically. Must be the guards who were shocked by Mary when they tried to kidnap Walter.
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>>6221116 But would anti-Staters, working for a governor so skeptical of neofauna, have a trained neopet with Fire Fang?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 31 Mar 2025 22:58:49 No. 6221196 Report Quoted By:
Unanimous vote for grabbing Taylor, writing
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 01 Apr 2025 01:57:25 No. 6221255 Report You had no time to waste. Mary's stable door swung open, as did the door to the cubby room-- Taylor squeaked a little bit of surprise when you snatched him, but quickly understood once he laid his eyes upon Mary's wound. To your great relief, Mary didn't seem too scared by Taylor. The bug inched over to her knee and began running around her hoof, spitting silk onto her wound and trying to wrap it around her leg. You tried to approach and apply pressure to the wound, but Mary moved her leg away. "You... you don't need t' be scared. I'm trying t' help." It was hard not to sound defeated. Even through the silk, Mary's leg just kept bleeding. Mary's stare didn't waver. Her expression didn't change. She made no noise. You desperately tried to distract from what you knew she was feeling. That familiar... near-death silence. You offered Mary an open palm. She looked at it. Sniffed it... ...and didn't move. You slowly brought your palm behind her ear. Mary didn't object. You began to scratch. And the sheep... finally began to relax. Just a little bit. She still flinched when you tried her leg again. She wasn't getting near you. But... she was letting you pet her in the one place she loved most. That was a start, wasn't it? <><><><><> "Every single document've my stay. <span class="mu-i">Burn it.</span> Erase my name. I never stayed here, 'n nobody ever saw me around the place." Andrew demanded, his glare directed at a half-awake receptionist. "I'll... I'll do what I can, sir, about that." She yawned. "A-N-D-R-E-W, no last name. No stable records, nothing on the room. There better not be a single mention of that name past the fifth'a this year." Once the buffalo hunter made sure the receptionist was doing as he asked, Andrew spun around to give you a similar treatment. "If you need t' find me, I'll be across town. Far away from this fuckin' place. Even if it's in the dirt, it's better than here." He gave another glance to the receptionist, then gave you an ice-cold glare. "Heavily consider joinin' me. Or campin'. It is clearly not safe here, no matter what Steele says, an' I don't think myself stupid enough t' risk this happenin' t' any of mine." All you could do was nod along. Whatever Andrew said was secondary to Mary, right now. It had taken almost two hours of calming her down to even begin coaxing her out of the stables, and she'd still had to be removed through sheer force. She sat, now, at your feet. She was still trembling... but wouldn't mind a scratch or two from time to time. You were only thankful that you still had enough of Cora's medical supplies to bandage her leg properly once the sun had come up. Thankful, too, that Mary's leg was all that had been touched. Aster, Taylor, and Florian remained unscathed... for reasons you could not fathom. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 01 Apr 2025 01:58:26 No. 6221256 Report Breakfast was deadly silent. Andrew hadn't bothered to stay at the hotel long enough to have it with you and Steele, so the two of you now sat alone. It was hard for you to concentrate on your food, let alone a conversation, so you'd barely spoken at all. "...Buchanan?" The businessman made an attempt to start. "Buchanan, do apologize if I'm intruding, but... I don't recall you ever being this quiet." You nodded and stuck another bit of omelette in your mouth. "And... have you any idea where Andrew's gone?" You nodded again. "...why not tell me?" You gulped. "It's not... ah'm not objectin' t' telling you, Steele. Jus'..." He didn't even know about the riot. Where could you <span class="mu-i">begin?</span> It was almost insulting-- while you and Andrew had spent last evening fighting to keep Sacramento's citizens from being arrested, Steele had just been out... boating. Indiana sat upon Steele's lap. You only realized as much because the businessman had now taken to patting his head. "Just what?" You took a deep breath. "Andrew's stayin' at Sutter's Fort. He's not-- he doesn't want t' sleep here anymore, or keep his neofauna..." Steele let you trail off. "I can't say I'm very surprised... I'm rather flattered he was able to stay as long as he did. With how he behaved at Igel's, I'd feared he would chastise me for even suggesting he stay here." More silence followed, so Steele continued. "He's a rather rugged man, he is. Very attuned with nature. Not..." Now Steele was the one trailing off. Both of you just sat silent for a while, occasionally eating one thing or another. Steele finished before you did, but you were the first to speak again. "There was'n... occurence, at the stables. With Mary." You murmured. "She's... she's healin' right now, but Andrew didn't want t' have his own hurt like her. So he just... left." The silence continued to linger, its weight only growing heavier as time marched on. Steele's face was pale. His typically bushy stache had drooped in a way you hadn't thought possible. Every part of him looked more aged. "...my condolences." "She's-- she's not dead, she's..." ...you hesitated to say she was okay, already regretting your knee-jerk denial of the issue. "It's just a leg wound. Ah've patched it up, I've... I've done what ah can... 'n she'll be alright. I know it. She's got a fightin' spirit." You tried to smile, though it felt forced. Steele took a deep breath and nodded. "That she will. But... Buchanan, a friend of yours was just attacked in her sleep. I will not have you denying my deepest sympathies for her situation, not under any circumstances." His expression softened from a concerned grimace to a gentler sort of worry. "Take all the time you need to heal her, and heal yourself. I am more than willing to help put you two at ease if you so wish." "And... thank you for telling me of the stables." Steele let his hand rest atop Indiana. "...'t's nothin'." You mumbled back. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 01 Apr 2025 01:59:38 No. 6221259 Report The rest of breakfast had been quiet. The most you and Steele did was overhear some gossip. There was more of it than usual today. It was no wonder why. Even out here, on the way to Snowflake Park, it never really ended... "Can you believe it? War! At a time like this!" An excited young man declared. "Oh, please, it's just France an' the yellowmen. It's hardly our concern." A much less enthused woman replied. The couple trailed behind you, quite a ways away from your posse of neofauna, chatting as if nobody else was around. "But Louise, it might be! What if the chinamen begin to take it out on us? They're everywhere here! All they need is one loss to the French, and they'll take it out on us Americans..." "Please, Charlie! You're goin' to hurt yourself, worrying over such trivialities. There's no reason for such a thing to occur! And, frankly, I think you're doin' them a disservice! When has a chinaman ever injured an American over some foreign fightin'?" Andrew, walking slightly ahead of you, nodded his head. "She has a point. There're more important issues t' focus on than Europeans meddlin' 'round in the east." You shook yours back. "Ah don't think that's good enough reason t' discount a real threat." "Hah, you're startin' t' sound like me." The cowboy chuckled. Your expression remained unchanged, and he quickly knocked it off. "Not that you haven't got good reason to." Andrew took a look behind him, making sure that Buckwheat was still following. Mary sat atop the dirty donkey, her expression haggard as she leaned over one side and tried her best to cover up her leg with her head. Andrew's expression seemed unusually soft. You really hadn't expected him to care this much about what had happened, but he'd gone so far as to instruct Buckwheat to be extra careful with his cargo today, and kept checking to make sure Buckwheat was keeping to his word. "...sorry. It's hardly a good thing t' be sounding more like me." Andrew mumbled, not letting his gaze leave Buckwheat. Neither of you were much in the mood to talk after that. Once you'd arrived at Snowflake Park, however, you tried to keep yourselves looking proper for Mr. Muyr. "Boys," he'd greeted you. "Boss," Andrew had said back. You'd refrained from greeting Mr. Muyr for the time being, but gave him a wave and a nod to be polite. Once you two had found seating, Muyr began. "Thank you for bringin' Andrew, Walter. I appreciate it. Now... I bring you two here today because you are easily the most important men under my command today. There will still be a meeting tonight, at the Floating Dollar... but it will be our last."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 01 Apr 2025 02:00:39 No. 6221260 Report Andrew's eyes widened, but he said nothing. Muyr continued. "Every meeting must be held someplace else, for the safety of the Staters." That caused the cowboy to relax a little, but was not the end of Muyr's speech. "To my... great regret, I believe I have caused the great tragedy that occurred yesterday by my own incompetence. I centered the entire Stater force at the same public meeting place for nearly a month without end. I treated it as I did any other base camp, and left it... all too easy to infiltrate." Muyr's expression turned grave. "I was thinking too much like a general, and not enough... like a criminal." He broke eye contact. "Due t' my own recklessness... we've lost a man for good." Andrew was about to say something. He was cut off by Muyr... who presented a picture of the corpse. There, in the picture, lay Bruce: the guard that had first informed you of the entire movement. He lay in a small pool of blood, his body atop the cobbled pathways you'd only seen in Sacramento's alleyways. He'd died in his gear-- the same outfit you had seen him in when you first saw him. His eyes were wide, his expression bewildered. Bruce's forehead was pierced by a bullet hole... ...and his neck was adorned with a dark, familiar, bite mark. Both you and Andrew were speechless. Muyr was not.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 01 Apr 2025 02:01:40 No. 6221262 Report Quoted By:
"He's just the first one we've found confirmed dead. We've lost at least twenty more. Possibly fifty. Almost a quarter of the force." His tone was laced with acid. "There is no doubt about what needs to happen next. Andrew, you need to train everyone. Train every single Stater. Train them to fight, both for themselves and for the movement. Give them guns, give them demons-- I don't care what or how, just get them fighting." Muyr turned his attention to you. "Walter... I need you to do that for me. Get me a demon. Any one. Show me how to tame these creatures, and I can help lead like you two. I can save this tired city from the tyrant destroying it. I can do anything you ask me to... so long as you find me even <span class="mu-i">one</span> demon t' tame." His stare did not waver. A hand was soon upon your shoulder. "This is the only thing I will ask of you, without choice. It is the one thing I would like you to do for me without deviation. The sooner it is done, the better." Mr. Muyr held his stare for a little longer... and relented. "I will announce more at the meeting. Where we'll be gatherin' later on, the plans I've told you, the plans I've got to work out before t'night. Be there by sundown, and be armed. Do not arrive unarmed." All the two of you could do was nod and give him a grave 'yes sir.'>Leave the park and get to finding Mr. Muyr some kind of partner right away. You heard the man, and you're not sure you want to risk putting this request off at all. >Return to the hotel immediately and begin interrogating staff on what they had seen near the stables that night. One attack is a coincidence: two is a danger. You need to track down this murderer as soon as possible. >Stay at the park and try your very best to relax. Your party would enjoy the sunshine, you would enjoy the rest, and you want to discuss what just happened with Andrew. >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 01 Apr 2025 02:03:06 No. 6221264 Report "He's just the first one we've found confirmed dead. We've lost at least twenty more. Possibly fifty. Almost a quarter of the force." His tone was laced with acid. "There is no doubt about what needs to happen next. Andrew, you need to train everyone. Train every single Stater. Train them to fight, both for themselves and for the movement. Give them guns, give them demons-- I don't care what or how, just get them fighting." Muyr turned his attention to you. "Walter... I need you to do that for me. Get me a demon. Any one. Show me how to tame these creatures, and I can help lead like you two. I can save this tired city from the tyrant destroying it. I can do anything you ask me to... so long as you find me even <span class="mu-i">one</span> demon t' tame." His stare did not waver. A hand was soon upon your shoulder. "This is the only thing I will ask of you, without choice. It is the one thing I would like you to do for me without deviation. The sooner it is done, the better." Mr. Muyr held his stare for a little longer... and relented. "I will announce more at the meeting. Where we'll be gatherin' later on, the plans I've told you, the plans I've got to work out before t'night. Be there by sundown. Do not arrive unarmed." All the two of you could do was nod and give him a grave 'yes sir.'>Leave the park and get to finding Mr. Muyr some kind of partner right away. You heard the man, and you're not sure you want to risk putting this request off at all. >Return to the hotel immediately and begin interrogating staff on what they had seen near the stables that night. One attack is a coincidence: two is a danger. You need to track down this murderer as soon as possible. >Stay at the park and try your very best to relax. Your party would enjoy the sunshine, you would enjoy the rest, and you want to discuss what just happened with Andrew. >Write-in.
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>>6221264 >Return to the hotel immediately and begin interrogating staff on what they had seen near the stables that night. One attack is a coincidence: two is a danger. You need to track down this murderer as soon as possible. Pretty sure Muyr will need to be there to catch and bond with a 'mon, right? They stay bound to whoever feeds them a nutberry.
To that end...
>Check on the nutberry sprout Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Wed 02 Apr 2025 04:16:14 No. 6221373 Report Vote extended for another day because the mods are fags. :/
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>>6221373 That is their worst April Fools joke yet.
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>>6221440 Barely even counts as a joke. They just inconvenienced unpopular boards for no reason.
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yep, and it happened two hours after my posting lol. Hence the vote staying open for the next 10ish hours.
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>>6221274 +1
Their “joke” fucked this entire board.
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>>6221255 >>6221256 >>6221259 >>6221260 >>6221264 >Return to the hotel immediately and begin interrogating staff on what they had seen near the stables that night. One attack is a coincidence: two is a danger. You need to track down this murderer as soon as possible. We need to find out the culprit. I have a feeling this wont make much of a difference
since the hotel staff was probably asleep when this happened/was paid off to keep their mouths shut but it is worth a try.
Also: if Andrew does not accompany us back to the hotel (which he likely wont do because well-) we should probably carry Mary ourselves. Let's not put strain on her injured leg by making her stumble all around Sacramento.
>>6221373 This is the one time I will eurofag out and say these americhiens should stop being so self-centred. I don't give a flying FUCK about whatever DOGE is up to. Just let me vote on my fanfic please.
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>>6221264 >Return to the hotel immediately and begin interrogating staff on what they had seen near the stables that night. One attack is a coincidence: two is a danger. You need to track down this murderer as soon as possible. Maybe we won't find out anything indeed, but any hint is worth looking into. If we just postpone this, the attacker could come back to finish the job.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 03 Apr 2025 01:26:56 No. 6221942 Report hey, I'm going to lock the vote to finding the culprit today but I'm going to postpone the entry reasons as to why are a bit tmi long and short of it is a lengthy bout of physical pain. I was going to try and just get over it and write regardless but it's been 3 hours now and shows no signs of stopping. Going to take the day off to rest and make sure I don't need to go to a hospital or anything Entry tomorrow, apologies again for the delay
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>>6221942 No worries, QM. Take the time you need to get better.
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>>6221942 It’s all good man. Take the time you need, hit the doctor’s office if you need to. The last thing we need is someone else succumbing to the QM Curse.
Health comes first!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 00:34:55 No. 6222601 Report I don't need to go to the doctor's, but it was definitely a good call postponing the entry yesterday. Thank you for your well wishes. I'm going to start writing the entry now, should be out in an hour or two. Midnight at worst.
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>>6222601 Glad you're okay... Okayish?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 03:58:22 No. 6222770 Report <><><><><> "Not you, either..?" The receptionist yawned and shook her head. "Nnno... didn't see anythin'... you're better off askin'... the... uh... stablehand?" You were having a hard time believing that <span class="mu-i">nobody</span> had seen any of that. Sure, the hotel was pretty bereft of traffic while you were first comforting Mary, but you'd still seen a <span class="mu-i">few</span> people roaming the halls. If only you could remember what they looked like... ...regardless, you were <span class="mu-i">certain</span> that this receptionist was awake for it. You were sure you'd woken her up yourself, after all, on accident. When you were going to see Mary. It was obvious that she didn't appreciate your involvement in all of this, given how she was glaring at you right now... "And... who'd that be?" You lowered your voice a bit and readjusted your posture. It was hard to stand up straight for long while you were carrying Mary, after all. Even if she wasn't much heavier than an especially weighty lamb, it still hurt you to carry her entire weight for as long as you had. The receptionist pondered a moment, then looked away and let her head slip into one of her hands. "Tall guy... yay high," she let her free hand motion to the top of the short booth she was peeking out of, "clean-shaven... big, thick beard..." "...is that it?" You had to ask, as the receptionist began to nod off and her elbow began to slip over the top of the counter. "Is--! Right, um, no... he's... also 'n overalls..." The lady was avoiding eye contact. You couldn't tell whether it was deliberate or just her nodding off. Her eyes would drift from Mary, to the wall, to the ceiling... never to you. Then again, her suggestion of interrogating the stablehand instead seemed like a good idea. You'd been talking to various parts of staff from around the hotel for hours now, and the most information that you'd gotten was some confirmation of it being a man's doing... which was apparently more than you were supposed to know. A stablehand would have been the closest person to the scene of the crime-- if you were a little less dazed, you were certain you'd have tried talking to him first. "...thank you, missus. I'll go talk t' him." You mumbled, not expecting a reply from the snoozing receptionist. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 03:59:23 No. 6222772 Report ----- The stablehand, to your great surprise, was much more cooperative. Unfortunately, he was also dumber than rocks, and very offended that you seemed to know more than him. "Don't yew lecture me on this <span class="mu-i">writin'</span> good sir!! It is perfectly good writin'!!! There is nothin' wrong with it!!" He must've noticed the frown you'd grown while reading his 'note of secretness'. Apparently, he was told by the other staff to keep shut about this. According to him. Which was strange, given that it was hotel staff who'd pointed you towards him in the first place, but not unexpected. The really important part, though, was that the attack on Mary... was supposedly not a human's doing. "It was FUMIN', ah tell yew! Would'a killed me dead if ah looked at it! Some tiny, nasty, awful thing, just ran in alone! Must'a been gone mad!!" He'd been very emphatic about a man not being involved. And yet, you had yet to see a single untamed neofauna with that kind of bite... "Oh, an' it was REAL early 'n the night. Almos' as soon as the stable closed!!" The stablehand had gone on. "Ah swear, ah coulda... coulda stopped it..." And so, he had handed you this... completely illegible note. Theoretically, it was supposed to be a collection of what the stablehand knew about the murderer. In reality, you held in your hands the equivalent of used toilet paper. You weren't sure the man even knew the basics of lettering, let alone how to write full sentences. Various enormous, random lines and squiggles formed extremely distant semblances of letters, but none of them formed a coherent word. Furthermore, the stablehand had decided to write this note on a very small piece of paper, and had chosen to start writing words from top to bottom once he ran out of space to do them left to right. That left things even more confused, and you gave up trying to make out anything on the note after spending several minutes trying to piece together the first sentence. "Ah told yous everythin' you need to know! You should be 'ppreciatin' me, not complainin' 'bout this or that! Ee-leg-i-bull my butt, ah could read that with my eyes closed!" At least that last bit was believable. You just sighed and stuffed the note in your back pocket. "You're right, ah should be thankful. Thank you, sir. Ah'll... see you another time." The stablehand's rant slowly faded. He was left smiling and waving. "That'cha will! Take good care've that note!"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 04:01:03 No. 6222774 Report At about lunchtime, you retreated to your room. You felt you could do no more, both in terms of interrogation and in terms of carrying Mary around with you, and it bothered you to no end. Here Mary sat, in your lap, barely even bleating, spending most of her day sleeping while you carried her around and tried to keep her leg intact. She was clearly in pain, and here you were... too tired to do anything about it. The feeling clawed at you like a disgruntled cat, digging into your psyche with such targeted precision that you eventually had to distract yourself from Mary completely. You lowered the sheep onto your plush bed, paying careful attention to the orientation of her leg, giving Mary a gentle stroke on the cheek as she slowly nodded off atop the luxurious blanket... ...before turning your attention, instead, to your nutberry sapling. It had been nearly three weeks since you had planted it. You weren't expecting much growth, but you figured it wouldn't hurt to check up on it... ...so you were rather surprised to find that the sapling was <span class="mu-i">already beginning to flower.</span> You couldn't think of another tree on earth with such rapid growth. Even the quickest trees you knew took several months to start sprouting! This sapling was almost half a foot tall... and already had leaves on it. Little buds that would become flowers. A root system sturdy enough that you couldn't get the small trunk out of the pot when you tried. A brief jolt ran of concern ran through you. If every nutberry grew this fast under the right conditions, would entire forests of them be able to sprout up in mere years? Could entire counties be overrun by the things? You figured not, but... didn't dismiss the idea. For now, you tried to jot down the sapling's progress in your journal. Brief thoughts about whether calling it a 'tree' would be appropriate crossed your mind, given that the little plant seemed to be growing faster than any tree you'd ever known... but you decided to stick with it for consistency's sake. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 04:02:04 No. 6222775 Report The rest of the day wafted by like a hazy blur. Most of it was spent tending to Mary. She seemed incredibly appreciative, but her frailty unnerved you. You were so used to her bounding around with joy, bleating her confidence to the world, being as self-assured as any person could be. Now... she just sat there. Tried not to move. Didn't say much. You knew it would get better. You were forever thankful that she was still alive, unlike what had happened to Bruce. That was enough, you told yourself. It was enough that she was alive... and you could be nothing but grateful for that. The rest of your party had been left with Dora at Sutter's Fort. You had objected to it, at first, but Andrew had promised that they would be safe. Safer than they were at the stables, anyways. It was hard to argue against that, and you knew the hotel would definitely not let you take Aster up to your room... so you had folded and left them there without much of a fight. Now, however, as you sat in the Floating Dollar for one last meeting... they were all here. Andrew sat two seats over from you. Between you two was his chick, now large enough to require its own seat, smiling and kicking its strange talon-legs back and forth. Behind you was Aster, who was huffing his disapproval at Taylor and Florian's decisions to sit upon Buckwheat instead of anywhere near you or him. Upon your lap sat Mary, watching Muyr speak with an indescribable look on her face. You soon joined her in watching the aging statesman give his speech. The technical talk was done, after all. The only thing left... were the important bits. "...it is with a heavy heart that I address... the missing Staters no longer among us. I have been avoiding the topic throughout this speech to lighten the load, but... I can confirm that nearly forty-nine Staters have gone missing." You waited for the gasps in the crowd to dissipate. People continued to murmur, but Muyr went on. "We have no idea where all of them have gone, but we can get a good inkling on most've them. I believe that the vast majority of these missing persons... currently reside in Sacramento's jail." More gasps. The murmurs were getting louder-- some people were beginning to yell confusion or outrage. "Of the few that I know for certain reside there, I can name only three: William Merchant, Bill Stone, and Robert Perry." Muyr continued over the rising crowd. "Among the missing, I can confirm... one dead."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 04:03:04 No. 6222778 Report The bar went silent... "Bruce O' Malley was found murdered at around ten o'clock last night. His d-- neofauna partner, Missy, hasn't been found yet." ...and remained that way for some time. Some of the burlier men up front were the first to react. They were the types to get drunk the fastest, spend most of the speech enjoying themselves, and start the party the soonest. The miners, the soldiers, the 'big guys' that were better suited to simple orders than elaborate plans. For the first time since you could remember, they reacted... with complete silence. The rest of the saloon almost seemed chattier than they were. Even the neofauna made more noise. A small, bird-like specimen twittered about atop a younger man's head before taking flight and repeating the chirp to similarly bird-like neofauna. A few of the youngest among the crowd began whispering rumors, wondering if Muyr was hiding more bodies or who else they thought was dead among the missing. Overall, however, Muyr was able to continue speaking to a mostly-silent audience. "His body was found on a narrow road near the site of the attack. We think he may have been trying to reach his brother and gotten in the way of... <span class="mu-i">something</span>, or someone, on the way there." He cleared his throat. "I refuse to allow another Stater to die by my own inaction, and I further refuse t' let every Stater's arms remain in their own hands. Starting tomorrow, we will meet earlier. We will not meet in any set place. Every meetin' from here on out will be announced at the meeting that precedes it. To give out the location of a meetin' to a non-Stater will be punished severely, and if the movement suffers as a result've your misdeed you will be further penalized. And... from now on, do not attend unarmed. Bring a gun. Bring a demon. It does not matter what: bring yourself some method of self-defense. If you have none, I will arrange for you to acquire one." Andrew got up from his chair and started walking through the audience, onto the stage. "Andrew here will be training most of you in the basics. Every man here will know how to fight, how to defend, and how to prevent or inflict harm upon those who intend to hurt those you love. Membership will no longer just be a fancy statement of agreement... if you are to be a Stater, you must learn to defend the State you fight for." Andrew simply nodded and waved at the crowd, being met with a mixed reaction of murmurs and whistles. Muyr continued. "If this disturbs you, I recommend you reason with yourself and try to see sense in this. We can no longer sit idly by, planning campaigns of proselytization over drinks and dinner. It is clear, now, that we are an enemy of this government... and we must defend ourselves appropriately."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 04:04:06 No. 6222779 Report Andrew let out a whistle, and you found yourself flung to the side as his chick came bounding over your table and across the crowd. Various men shouted surprise, alarm, or anger-- Andrew's chick seemed to be acknowledging absolutely none of them, bounding single-mindedly towards his companion until he reached Muyr's stage and hopped atop it. "If it weren't for these two folks, as well as the great and neverending help of Walter Buchanan," Muyr extended a hand in your direction, and you were met with uproarious cheering, "I doubt any of us would be free men right now. And yet... we stand here, tonight, free of any shackles or overbearing policemen. We stand here, as Staters, with our free will and right to assemble well intact. We stand here victorious... for now. We must do our very best to replicate this victory. To expound upon it. To free the men who have been taken from us and recruit many more, to fight back against Huntington's troops of tyranny and blatant disregard for the law... and to defend every man's right to companionship, human or not." Muyr's speech was met with silence, at first. You weren't sure whether it was due to the shock of Bruce's death or due to the quality of the speech... but, regardless of the cause, everyone soon gave Muyr a small round of applause and cheered for their leader. Not as unanimously as before, but almost as loudly. "We will meet tomorrow, before sundown, outside of Sacramento. We'll travel along her outskirts and meet up north, just outside of the city limits. Look for a large red stone about twice my height, and wait there. If I am not already there, I will be soon." Once the speech was over with, the trio atop the stage descended into the crowd. Andrew and the chick spent their time taking questions from curious Staters, but Mr. Muyr went straight to you. "I don't suppose Mary is the demon I'd requested of you?" You shook your head. Your eyes drifted to Mary's bandaged leg... and Muyr's expression softened somewhat. "...right. I had nearly forgotten, my apologies. I am sorry she's taken such a hit. I do hope you can help Mary recover, Walter... but I can't let you forget about the demon." His tone slowly began to freeze over. "I will not ask you to train me directly for a few days. I know how important it is to care for an injured loved one, and I won't make you abandon her to teach me. However... every day that I do not have a demon of my own is another day that I am left unable to take things into my own hands. How am I expected to lead without that kind'a capability?" Muyr paused. He took a deep breath, then let it out. There was an edge to his expression that put you on edge-- you'd only realized it once he calmed down, but you'd been tensed up since he started talking. "Walter... please, do not leave me empty-handed. It is all I ask of you."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 04 Apr 2025 04:05:06 No. 6222781 Report Muyr turned away, giving you a slight wave as he did so, ready to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evenin'." The saloon's usual dinnertime discussions soon faded into your hearing. You didn't want to participate in them today. Mary had made sure of it. The crowd was too rowdy to trust around her, and you didn't want to risk it. That, and... you weren't much in the mood after that kind of talking-to. You almost wanted to just go to bed right then and there... <><><><><>>Saturday, August 23rd Your head was spinning. What on earth had happened last night? Mary lay at the far end of your bed, sleeping atop your ottoman. You were half-clothed. The nutberry sapling still sat upon your desk, untouched from its position last night, while the door was slightly ajar... ...maybe it was best not to ask.>Ask anyways. At breakfast, bring the topic up to Andrew. He'd surely know... >Keep your attention on what was important. Mention the information you have on Mary's assailant and Bruce's likely murderer after breakfast, to Steele and Andrew. They both deserve to know. Maybe they can even help you out? >Mention nothing and get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place...
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>>6222781 >Mention nothing and get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place... Let's get this done
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>>6222772 A little fuming thing? With a fiery bite? Hm.. Quilava, maybe?
>>6222774 It hurts my heart to see our good little friend in such a state.
>Mention the information you have on Mary's assailant and Bruce's likely murderer after breakfast, to Steele and Andrew. They both deserve to know. They DO deserve to know.
>Get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place... We ought to do this, though. Ask them to come with, to watch Mary while we work.
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>>6222781 Oops, meant to tag this voting post, for >6222811
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>>6222781 Change vote from
>>6222803 to backing
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>>6222781 >Mention nothing and get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place... Let's find Muyr something. We don't have any nutberries so we'll probably need Aster to help
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What kind of trainer class from the games do you think best matches Walter, Andrew and Steele? Andrew could be an Ace Trainer given he got the Torchic to evolve so quickly. Steele I would say Gentleman. Walter I guess is just a main character so doesn't fit in one class?
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>>6222811 considering the size I'm suspecting a Rattata
there's no way this guy would call a 1'8'' demon "tiny", right?
>>6222779 Honestly all of our choices seem to be reasonable to do in the same day: Ask about our blackout at breakfast, tell them about the matching bite marks and the description by the stablehand after breakfast and look for some agreeable neofauna for Muyr for the rest of the day.
The highest priority should still be Muyr, but the rest is basically just regular conversation, right?
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>>6222770 >>6222772 >>6222774 >>6222775 >>6222778 >>6222779 >>6222781 >Mention nothing and get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place... I am completely confused about what happened to us, but I suppose Andrew will spill the beans anyway. Best get to the finding of Muyr's future companion as soon as possible.
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>>6222781 Backing
>>6222811 . There's nothing stopping us from telling Andrew and Steele before heading out to find Muyr a neofauna. If we can get Muyr to come with us, that's solid. We should make sure that whatever neofauna we give him is presentable.
>>6222871 Walter seems to be a professor, given that he's likely the most knowledgeable character on neofauna in this quest that we know of. Besides, it's his job to study animals.
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votes for all three options will not be counted, please be conciseI am not going to do all of them in one day for background reasons, but I’ll try to make the choices a bit more varied next time. Feel free to choose finding a neofauna and one conversation topic, but I won’t count votes for both
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>>6222781 >Mention nothing and get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place... Y’all trying to get all three votes passed don’t realize that QM has gotta write everything y’all are asking for.
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>>6222781 Changing vote from
>>6222813 back to only
>Mention nothing and get to finding Mr. Muyr a neofauna as soon as possible. You were supposed to meet him in the outskirts of Sacramento today, anyways, so you could kill two birds with one stone by looking around the meeting place... Nezu
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>>6223037 >Walter seems to be a professor Pretty much, yeah.Or Super Nerd, at least.
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>>6223037 >Walter seems to be a professor Pretty much, yeah.Or Super Nerd at least.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 05 Apr 2025 01:36:54 No. 6223239 Report Quoted By:
Since there seems to be a general consensus to still bring something up at breakfast, I'll have Walter mention the details of Mary's assailant and then go search for Muyr's neofauna. Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 05 Apr 2025 02:59:26 No. 6223281 Report Quoted By:
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 05 Apr 2025 03:47:58 No. 6223303 Report You decided, instead, to freshen yourself up a little bit. Your face was a mess, strewn with who-knew-what and the remnants of what must have been a very... <span class="mu-i">interesting</span> night at the saloon. It was warm enough to make your morning dunk into the washstand barely chilly enough to notice, which was a little concerning. Given that you weren't feeling sick, however, you figured you'd be fine, and continued on with your morning routine. Mary lie atop your ottoman, silent throughout this. She never left your mind, and you hoped that she was at least a little better-off today. Once you finally returned to the bedroom in your jeans and farm shirt, Mary perked up enough to assuage your concerns. She remained atop the ottoman, of course, but Mary gave you a weak baah and a nudge when you passed her by. After stopping to stroke her cheek and rustle her hair, she gave you a weak smile... and you felt, just for a moment, like everything was going to be okay. <><><><><> "I'm quite surprised she isn't eating your toast," Steele chuckled. "Sheep don't eat toast, Steele." You replied, frankly, while patting Mary. She sat atop your lap, atop a small cushion you had brought for her leg, looking around the table and keeping quiet. Andrew shook his head. "I've seen 'em have it if they're desperate, or just in th' mood. Don't put it past 'em." That actually made you grin a bit. "Sure, ah won't." Maybe, when you got back home, you'd have to test that theory... "So! Did you have any success last night? Do tell!" Steele was far more eager about this topic than you were. You'd forgotten that you had even mentioned this to him, and wish you hadn't. So, you finally brought yourself to address the elephant in the room. "I... ah did. Not much, but... well, I know more than I did..." Or, well, tried. Andrew's expression grew mixed... while Steele only grew more eager. "Surely you have some semblance of a culprit?" You nodded a little. It was a bit hard to pin down. "Well... supposedly, 't was... a man, 've some sort. But it might'a also been some kind of small creature... acting alone..." Huh. That didn't make sense. "I know for sure, I think, that it happened... early. Right before the stables closed..?" Andrew stopped you there. "You're takin' from multiple sources, ah reckon?" You nodded. He sighed, but you continued. "It was at the stable, for sure, earlier... the stablehand saw it, but he was no real use. Contradicted the receptionist, who was already half-'sleep." Andrew chimed in again. "So we know where it happened... like we did before. But we also know a possible time. A little before the stables closed, in Mary's stall, done by a man or some tiny beast." Steele put a hand to his chin. "It couldn't be both, could it? Some man commanding a beast..." Andrew seemed offended by the implication. "Course not. Only Staters have that kind'a power, 'n they've been grieving..."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 05 Apr 2025 03:50:07 No. 6223305 Report Your voice lowered to a whisper. "...a man killed by a... bite." Andrew was silent. You continued. "It's... well, it can't be anyone there, right? Mr. Muyr was grievin', we saw it, and he was completely honest 'bout it. Besides, he's been <span class="mu-i">askin'</span> me t' find him some neofauna. He hasn't got any t' murder with." Andrew nodded. "He wouldn't do it anyways. He's got no reason t' harm his own. None <span class="mu-i">good enough</span> t' pull of somethin' so monstrous, anyways." Steele sighed. "But we haven't many other possibilities, have we? Mary was bitten, but if we were to presume that Bruce's death was by the same hand... well, his bite was accompanied by gunshot. That was no lone neofauna." You were starting to feel your heart sink. The more you thought about this, the harder it became to look at Mary as she was. As Steele and Andrew tossed theories back and forth between themselves, you eventually felt you had to excuse yourself. The two waved you off, both looking somewhat apologetic, and you left the dining hall, with Mary in your arms, feeling slightly queasy. <><><><><> A distraction was needed. A productive distraction, you'd told yourself. Something fanciful would only make you focus harder on the reality you were escaping. Fishing qualified, you continued rationalizing. You could sit here, relax, and sell all of the stock you found to the highest bidder. It was fine. This would make you money. And money, you told yourself, was a qualifier of productivity. You were being productive. Mary lay upon your lap. She was napping at the moment, her bandaged leg acting as pillow to her fluffy body while she snoozed upon you. It was hard not to keep looking at her, checking her to make sure she was still unharmed, as if she was in any real danger. Aster was in more danger, you figured, given his insistence on drinking from the pond. He was adamant about it, even after nearly getting his tongue bitten off by the ornery fish within it, to the point of loudly protesting your attempts to shoo him away from the shore. At least Taylor and Florian were being cooperative. The two had really taken to the silk-ball game they had developed earlier, and Florian seemed to be happiest whenever he was playing it. The entire party was being thankfully unobtrusive towards the actual act of fishing. You now had enough fish to coat the bottom of Steele's comically enormous bucket, which you felt was a genuine feat given the size of the pond and the amount of time you'd been doing this. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a quiet bubbling at the other end of the pond. At first it seemed like nothing much: just some fish getting uppity, you figured, or some other mundane happening. Slowly, though, the bubbling got louder. It started coming closer to you, too. It was just a fish, you figured. Something to eagerly await. You watched your rod's line, anticipating a bite...
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 05 Apr 2025 03:51:08 No. 6223307 Report ...only to be completely caught off-guard when a <span class="mu-i">blue otter</span> jumped out of the pond and-- <span class="mu-b">SPLLLLLLSH</span> --what?? Aster snorted and huffed, his face now <span class="mu-i">drenched</span> in water. You could see the fire in his eyes before it burst out of his mane... and saw it directed towards whatever this blue thing was. The blue thing in question let out a loud squeak, jumping onto the riverbed and raising some kind of shell to its chest, glaring at Aster as if he'd done something to offend it. You could tell that this was going to break out into a fight...>...so you called for Aster to come to you and leave the otter alone. (Roll 1d100+3) >...so you called for Aster to get a head start, shouting for him to literally fire back. (Roll 1d100) >...so you saw your chance to get in the way of it yourself and see what you could do to convince this creature to stay with you. Mr. Muyr needed a neofauna, after all... (Roll 1d100)
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>>6223307 >...so you saw your chance to get in the way of it yourself and see what you could do to convince this creature to stay with you. Mr. Muyr needed a neofauna, after all... (Roll 1d100) Samurott sounds like a good fit for that grizzled old man
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>>6223309 Wait nevermind, changing my vote from this to
>...so you called for Aster to get a head start, shouting for him to literally fire back. (Roll 1d100) Aster needs to learn the important Fire-type lesson of WATER TYPES BAD early on. And we need to at least beat this thing up a bit before we can try to "befriend" it for Muyr
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>>6223311 >>6223346 Please roll dice in your post. I was too tired to remember to clarify, but I’m going to use Best of 3 for the results.
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Rolled 25 (1d100) >>6223307 >...so you saw your chance to get in the way of it yourself and see what you could do to convince this creature to stay with you. Mr. Muyr needed a neofauna, after all... (Roll 1d100) Anonymous
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>>6223307 >...so you saw your chance to get in the way of it yourself and see what you could do to convince this creature to stay with you. Mr. Muyr needed a neofauna, after all... (Roll 1d100) It'd be funny as fuck if this Oshawott speaks his name over and over to talk. If we can do a bit of
>>6223311 before attempting to tame him, that'd be great.
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Rolled 62 (1d100) >>6223303 >>6223305 >>6223307 >...so you called for Aster to get a head start, shouting for him to literally fire back. (Roll 1d100) Let Aster learn his lesson, but also send in Taylor to actually have some impact. Muyr would probably like this otter as a companion, so we oughta make sure he doesn't slip back into that pond.
>>6223553 This is a very decent bo3 considering the fortunes that have surrounded this quest. Praise the lord.
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>>6224005 See you tomorrow, QM!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 07 Apr 2025 03:48:21 No. 6224680 Report Quoted By:
>>6224103 hello, it is tomorrow
I will get to writing now, sorry for the delay
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 07 Apr 2025 04:49:57 No. 6224696 Report >77 ...so you called for Aster to get a head start. "Aster!" You yelled, catching the horse's attention instantly. "Burn it up!" To your great relief, he seemed to agree with your command enough to obey it without quesstion. Aster huffed smoke, stepping back as he did so, before letting out a great stream of <span class="mu-r">fire</span> from his nostrils! You quickly grabbed Mary, ignoring her bleat of surprise, and shuffled away from the scene. Aster's fire had quickly grown enormous, enflaming the dry grass surrounding it and quickly catching onto the otter's pelt. The otter screeched disapproval, running in a circle before throwing itself into the pond from whence it came... only to emerge with <span class="mu-i">a blade of water</span> protruding from its forearm! Aster was struck by the blade before you could act, being brought to heel with a quick blow to his neck. You were only thankful that it hadn't pierced too deeply-- in fact, what little blood bled from Aster's neck was soon washed away by the blade itself-- but were already alarmed by what had ostensibly been nothing but <span class="mu-i">water.</span> "Taylor!" You yelled, not wanting to get Mary anywhere near the stranger. The bug was quickly brought to attention, giving you a brave chitter, running forth and throwing himself at the otter! The otter didn't anticipate his attack whatsoever. It was soon forced back into the pond with Taylor atop it, neither of them going down silently, and you were soon privy to a truly strange wrestling match between the two. It didn't last long-- Taylor soon went flying into the air atop a huge pillar of pressurized water that soon dissipated, prompting you to leave Mary and throw yourself forward to catch Taylor in your cupped hands... just before he hit the pond's surface! The otter noticed your hands and didn't hesitate-- within moments, you were hollering with pain as the wretched thing bit down <span class="mu-i">hard</span> on the side of your right palm. Taylor intervened once more, summoning his endless leaves to assault the otter's face! To your great surprise, the otter reacted as if it had been sprayed with acid. Your palm was instantly freed, the otter screeching once more as it fell into the pond with various small cuts upon its face... <span class="mu-i">SPLASH</span> ...and didn't resurface.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 07 Apr 2025 04:50:58 No. 6224697 Report Taylor immediately began spitting silk upon your open wound, fussing over it as usual... ... ...you waited for him to finish before saying anything more. "What on... earth..." It had been far too long since you had reminded yourself of the world you now inhabited. There was danger around <span class="mu-i">every</span> corner. Be it minor or major, things were rarely as cushy as they had been in Sacramento... ...and you missed this. You missed this dearly. All this bureaucratic shuffling about, handling Stater meetings and various errands... it was starting to get to you. It was starting to distract you from what was really keeping you sane in this strange land-- the truly fascinating creatures now inhabiting it. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a pained whinny. Aster was looking to you once more. His entire neck was soaked in water. His neck bled, barely, from a shallow wound. Not one part of him remained entirely dry, and he seemed thoroughly miserable. Taylor put the finishing touches on your palm right after, giving Aster a series of chitters (that you supposed meant <span class="mu-i">something</span> to him) and wandering right over to the horse's bleeding neck to suppress the bleeding as best he could. You wanted to do something, too... but found yourself unable to offer more than comfort. Nevertheless, that was more than nothing... so you decided to provide what help you could by giving Aster various neck rubs and appraisals of his performance. ----- Merely twenty minutes later, you began to think more about the otter. It still had yet to resurface. You were becoming concerned that Taylor had somehow put it out to pasture. That was especially worrying because you'd seen how it had fought... and felt it would be a rather good fit for Mr. Muyr. You had little basis for the assumption, admittedly. You simply didn't want to keep your boss waiting. Then again... if Mary's assailant, and Bruce's murderer, had anything to do with fire... what would be a better way to fight back against it than with such an easy supply of water? Even if the otter's supply might have been finite, a portable source of water was better than nothing. You couldn't rely on fire hydrants in combat, after all, and bringing your own water would be a liability outside of insignificant amounts. So... why not kill two birds with one stone and employ a creature who'd made water into a form of combat?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 07 Apr 2025 04:51:59 No. 6224698 Report But... how would you do that?>Tie the otter up and leave this decision up to Mr. Muyr. Taylor's silk is sturdy enough for now, and you can buy plenty of rope at the marketplace. Once you have it properly fastened, you can find Mr. Muyr and have him decide whether he'd like this neofauna as his partner. >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. >Write-in.
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>>6224698 >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. Anonymous
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>>6224698 >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. Even Water types don't have exactly infinite potable water, right? Maybe Arceus simply has them linked to an infinite pure water dimension on purpose
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>>6224698 >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. I don't think a tied up Pokemon would be very cooperative. I wonder what kind of name Walter will come up with for this one.
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>>6224696 >>6224697 >>6224698 >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. It's probably not easy to have the otter adapt to Muyr's difficulty with animals, but we have to at least tame it. If we give Muyr a wild otter, knowing the animal handling he displayed last time it will either escape or die of misery.
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>>6224698 >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 08 Apr 2025 02:29:46 No. 6225188 Report >>6221942 it's back and has spent today lingering and getting worse i'm going to rest and see if I can get a doctor's appointment
entry will be made when either:
a) I find a way to mute the pain for long enough to write
or
b) I resolve it entirely
shouldn't be more than a week's wait. Optimally I will be able to write again by tomorrow or the day after. I don't think it's incredibly severe
worst-case scenario is just appendicitis, not cancer or anything , but I need to prioritize this so I'm going to try and figure it out before posting. Sorry!
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>>6225188 We undastandu. Get well soon, QM. We shall wait for your return.
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>>6224698 >Attempt to tame the neofauna yourself through negotiation. You have no idea if it will understand English, but you feel that it might understand intention. If you can communicate to it that you're a friend, not a foe... it might be easier to get it accustomed to another human companion. >>6225188 take care QM
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>>6225188 Do what must be done. Well be here when you return, hopefully all mended and well.
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>>6225188 Rest easy and get yourself in good shape, buddy.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 10 Apr 2025 02:23:49 No. 6226205 Report Rolled 238 (1d512) >>6225188 a) has been achieved to the best of my ability
I think I'm at least well enough to write
The thread is on page 9, so I'll keep going until it hits page 10 and then archive
I think I mentioned this in /qtg/ before, but I'll reiterate it here for posterity: <span class="mu-s">after every even-numbered thread expires, I will be taking a hiatus.</span> This is mostly to prevent burnout and give me a breather, because two threads back-to-back generally last me about 4 or 5 months of writing nearly every single day. I enjoy that plenty, but I still need breaks from it every now and then so I've decided on this system.
This coming hiatus will probably be a month and a half long, just because there's something very important coming up soon that I'll need to artificially extend the hiatus for. It's mostly out of my control and will take up about two weeks of my time, so I'm extending the hiatus to account for that. Otherwise I think these hiatuses should mostly stick to one month or so.
Anyways, with all that out of the way, I'll get to writing. It's a pretty unanimous vote for attempting to tame the otter, so I'll roll for that now and go ahead.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 10 Apr 2025 04:20:07 No. 6226237 Report Quoted By:
You figured that if you could get this creature to listen to you, it would listen to Mr. Muyr just fine. So, to the best of your abilities, you attempted to reason with it. "Hello!" You called, hoping to catch its attention with your voice. When nothing happened, you began messing with the water at the top of the pond. You drew shapes, splashed the surface to keep it moving... nothing. You had to resort to sticking your arms in the water and reaching into the water entirely to pull the otter out. To your great surprise, the critter had barely passed out below water level. It was just so hard to see beneath the surface with the sun and dust that you couldn't make it out. The otter quickly began to cough, spitting up a small fish onto your forehead, gasping for breath as you pulled it out of the water... before giving you an angry chitter and splashing pressurized water in your face. You stumbled back, just barely remembering to hold the otter so that it didn't fall, coughing and spluttering yourself as your eyes stung from the assault. Mary, now lying near Aster and Taylor, bristled with concern... but couldn't do much. You heard a weak bleat from her direction and nothing more. Taylor and Aster seemed preoccupied with their own activities, so it was little surprise that Florian was the one to come bounding towards you in an attempt to help. You didn't want the otter to keep bothering you away from your party, so you knelt down and placed it on the ground-- --only for Florian to run in and sneeze an entire cloud of his paralyzing spores at the otter! The river critter seized up quickly, its face frozen with its brows furrowed and its posture instantly made stiff. It seemed able to waddle... but not do much else. The angry chirp it tried to decry the two of you with came out hoarse and dry. "Thanks, Florian," you thought to mention. The sprite child didn't respond, instead toddling over to the otter and giving it a light smack on its leg with his bulb. "For that, too." Even as stiff as it was now, you weren't sure you wanted to risk bringing the otter into town. It was hard to imagine that the paralysis would last very long, and you didn't want to risk it slipping out into a crowd and tormenting random citygoers... so, you thought, it would be a better idea to leave the otter in the company of your team while you fetched Mr. Muyr. ]
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 10 Apr 2025 04:21:30 No. 6226239 Report You figured that if you could get this creature to listen to you, it would listen to Mr. Muyr just fine. So, to the best of your abilities, you attempted to reason with it. "Hello!" You called, hoping to catch its attention with your voice. When nothing happened, you began messing with the water at the top of the pond. You drew shapes, splashed the surface to keep it moving... nothing. You had to resort to sticking your arms in the water and reaching into the water entirely to pull the otter out. To your great surprise, the critter had barely passed out below water level. It was just so hard to see beneath the surface with the sun and dust that you couldn't make it out. The otter quickly began to cough, spitting up a small fish onto your forehead, gasping for breath as you pulled it out of the water... before giving you an angry chitter and splashing pressurized water in your face. You stumbled back, just barely remembering to hold the otter so that it didn't fall, coughing and spluttering yourself as your eyes stung from the assault. Mary, now lying near Aster and Taylor, bristled with concern... but couldn't do much. You heard a weak bleat from her direction and nothing more. Taylor and Aster seemed preoccupied with their own activities, so it was little surprise that Florian was the one to come bounding towards you in an attempt to help. You didn't want the otter to keep bothering you away from your party, so you knelt down and placed it on the ground-- --only for Florian to run in and sneeze an entire cloud of his paralyzing spores at the otter! The river critter seized up quickly, its face frozen with its brows furrowed and its posture instantly made stiff. It seemed able to waddle... but not do much else. The angry chirp it tried to decry the two of you with came out hoarse and dry. "Thanks, Florian," you thought to mention. The sprite child didn't respond, instead toddling over to the otter and giving it a light smack on its leg with his bulb. "For that, too." Even as stiff as it was now, you weren't sure you wanted to risk bringing the otter into town. It was hard to imagine that the paralysis would last very long, and you didn't want to risk it slipping out into a crowd and tormenting random citygoers... so, you thought, it would be a better idea to leave the otter in the company of your team while you fetched Mr. Muyr.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 10 Apr 2025 04:22:30 No. 6226241 Report "Hey!" You called out to your team, and they gave you their attention. "I'm goin' t' go away. I need you..." ...you wandered over to Mary, Taylor, and Aster... "...to keep the otter here. Stay here with it 'n make sure it doesn't run away." You made motions throughout your speech to make extra sure they understood, but you trusted that they would do alright. You'd been leaving them in the stables every night for hours; surely they would know to stay someplace else for less than an hour. Your team gave various acknowledgements, save for Taylor (who was still busy running up and down Aster's pelt trying to make sure he wasn't bleeding anymore), and you gave them a nod and a wave before leaving them to their business... ...for exactly five minutes, before returning to carry Mary with you. She didn't deserve to be alone in this state, after all. <><><><><> You returned with Mr. Muyr nearly two hours later. You hadn't meant to be gone so long... but he hadn't been at the saloon, so you ended up having to look for him all around the city. Eventually, however, you'd succeeded! And now, the two of you stood before the pond... "It's rather small, isn't it?" ...unimpressed. He was unimpressed at what you'd found him. That was fine. He hadn't seen it in action. "Small, yes, but powerful. Lookit Aster over there. D'you see that gash? That's this critter's doing." You pointed to his neck, then to the otter. Mr. Muyr held a few fingers to his chin... "...and how'm I supposed t' control that without one of your nut-berries?" That... you couldn't answer. "...well... you just have t'... show it some respect. Some affection." You crouched down to the otter, now on its side and recovering from the paralysis, only remaining in place due to Taylor's vigilant watch. You raised a hand above its head, letting it watch your hand... and start growling. Determined to prove that Muyr could handle it, you lowered your hand further... against your better judgement.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 10 Apr 2025 04:23:34 No. 6226242 Report Not a moment later, your palm was dripping with various small deposits of blood. The otter had grazed your hand with its teeth. It remained growling, glaring at you and putting a paw over the shell on its stomach. Taylor didn't hesitate to start spitting silk immediately. He crawled atop the otter, forcing it not to retaliate by putting his (admittedly meager) weight upon its shoulder, and began tending to your palm as soon as you brought it closer. <span class="mu-i">That</span> caught Muyr's attention more than the blood. "That... that isn't <span class="mu-i">silk,</span> now, is it?" "Yes, sir, that's--" You winced in pain as Taylor's collar brushed across your sensitive palm-- "--that's silk. It's... it's valuable in a pinch." "In a pinch!" Muyr roared. "Boy, you could be richer than Vanderbilt himself and you're spending your time trying to pet otters in Sacramento??" "Ah doubt I'd enjoy workin' with silk nearly as much as animals, sir." You chuckled to try and ignore how much Taylor's silk was stinging your hand. "I s'ppose I can appreciate that sorta principle, Walter... but if I were you, I'd take great advantage of the gift you've been given." Muyr chuckled. He gave you a smile, then knelt down and gave the otter a sheer cold stare. "Now, this critter..." That actually seemed to unnerve the thing, as its growling quickly began to dissipate, but Muyr's tone remained gentle as he spoke. "...even as just an otter, it seems feisty. It's small, for sure. I don't know how I'd be able t' take it into battle without some kind'a protection..." He held the stare for long enough to disturb the otter, causing the neofauna to turn away and chitter quietly. "...might need t' work on the nerves, too. But... it has potential." After the otter rolled over, Muyr raised a hand to try and turn it over himself. The otter tried to bite at it, as it had your own hand, but Muyr quickly took his hand away and gave it another glare. The neofauna did not protest, and let Muyr roll it over. For that, Muyr gave it a rough-looking noogie. That got the creature to calm down enough for Muyr to take his eyes off it, and he stood up and offered you a hand. "I appreciate you bein' so quick with this. You know how urgent the situation is, and I can't thank you enough for takin' it seriously. Some of the old soldiers wouldn't bother for weeks..." ...his expression soured, before Muyr corrected himself. "I was expecting something like that after yesterday, but I'm glad you proved me wrong." You got up as well, keeping the otter in the corner of your eye and extending your uninjured hand to Muyr. The two of you exchanged a firm handshake, then gave each other space. "Say, we're already at the meeting place... how about some early tutoring?" Muyr suggested. "That way you 'n Mary can go home earlier, after the meeting, 'n get some rest."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Thu 10 Apr 2025 04:24:35 No. 6226243 Report You gave your team a glance. Mary was still battered. Aster wasn't doing much better. Taylor and Florian seemed well enough to keep an eye on the otter... and you <span class="mu-i">did</span> want to make sure that Muyr treated it well... "...sure, that sounds like a deal." You nodded... ...and the two of you soon got to work, Muyr listening and copying carefully as you demonstrated how you and Taylor fought side by side. <><><><><> The Staters were due to meet here in less than an hour. Mr. Muyr had let you go free after hours of consecutive training. Once he and the otter could tolerate each others' presence without one becoming too cold or shying away from the other... you felt you had made enough progress for the day. Even achieving <span class="mu-i">that</span> was a feat, after all. Now, you had the option to contribute something to Muyr's upcoming speech... but, you'd been told, it had to be brief. Only two or three minutes worth of elaboration. That only left you with a few topics to cover...>Mention what you know about Bruce's murderer and Mary's assailant. You need to spread the word as much as possible, and you think other Staters might have the best chances at finding the murderer. >Explain the best places to find neofauna around Sacramento, and extoll the benefits of training neofauna through battle with other neofauna. If the Staters want to become a worthwhile fighting force, they'll need to make their training as efficient as possible, so you felt this was vitally important information. >Don't contribute. Let Muyr take center stage and spend your time entirely in the crowd. >Write-in.
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>>6226205 Thanks for the heads up, QM. I don't check up on the /qtg/ too often.
>>6226243 >Explain the best places to find neofauna around Sacramento, and extoll the benefits of training neofauna through battle with other neofauna. If the Staters want to become a worthwhile fighting force, they'll need to make their training as efficient as possible, so you felt this was vitally important information. Anonymous
>>6226205 >>6226239 >>6226241 >>6226242 >>6226243 >Explain the best places to find neofauna around Sacramento, and extoll the benefits of training neofauna through battle with other neofauna. If the Staters want to become a worthwhile fighting force, they'll need to make their training as efficient as possible, so you felt this was vitally important information. Let's arm the mob. Nothing can go wrong here.
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>>6226885 +1
>It’s said that Oshawott learned to maintain its scalchop with riverbed stones by mimicking humans it saw using whetstones. Now this Violet dex entry is very interesting
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Fri 11 Apr 2025 01:38:57 No. 6226997 Report Quoted By:
We'll be explaining the best places to find neofauna! Writing.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 12 Apr 2025 04:12:28 No. 6227677 Report ...the most important of which concerned arming the Staters. You couldn't let another raid happen again. No matter what, it was imperative that you made sure every man in attendance could defend himself if need be. So, when the time came... ----- ...you rose from your seat in the front row, joining Muyr in front of the rock you'd all agreed to meet at, briefly adjusting your shoulder straps and straightening your posture to make yourself more visible to those in the back. "As Mr. Muyr just divulged... it is of <span class="mu-i">utmost importance</span> that we get t' armin' ourselves as soon as we can." You cleared your throat. "T' some, that'll mean taking up arms. Bringing along a weapon of any kind-- a sword, an axe, even somethin' as simple as a knife. Most've you already have one here with you today." You motioned with your arm in the general direction of the crowd. A worrying amount of them had <span class="mu-i">not</span> arrived armed. There seemed to be plenty who were not taking the threat another raid posed as seriously as you assumed they would have. Plenty were empty-handed, more still were armed with tools that could barely help save them from anything. Whisks, thin sticks, butterknives... you figured that they were relying on the Stater's former soldiers to defend them. It wasn't an unreasonable assumption, given that nearly a third of the movement consisted of such former army types... but you remained concerned for the rest of the group's safety. That was why this was so important, you told yourself. "But, even those with weapons... should consider findin' themselves a neofauna or two." You tapped Taylor behind your neck, prompting him to scuttle onto your shoulders and chitter a little. Some unfamiliar faces in the crowd murmured or gasped-- they must have been newcomers. "They aren't hard to spot, what with all the trouble they've been causin' Huntington as of late."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 12 Apr 2025 04:13:28 No. 6227680 Report There were some wayward laughs amongst the crowd. You continued. "Just look by a river. A pond. Anyplace in the desert. Really, if you jus' put your eyes and ears to it, you can find them almost anywhere... an' show them respect. Offer a hand, show them kindness." You gave Taylor a comfy scratch behind the collar, which he audibly appreciated. "You don't need jus' nutberries. They're plenty useful tools, but... if you jus' offer them a partnership, there are plenty that'll follow you along." Oh, right. You had to remember that most of these people didn't have experience with animals... "But... do be warned. There's all this fearmongerin' for a reason. Don't try to approach the hostile ones-- they won't change their minds, not without bein' toppled." You briefly glanced in Aster's direction-- Andrew was handling him for the time being, his chick was... doing <span class="mu-i">something</span> with Aster that he barely tolerated-- then went on. "Be careful t' always see what they can do before you approach. Some of them don't look too dangerous, 'n then you get closer... and they cut your clothing t' bits. Keep somethin' defensive nearby... just'n case. These are still powerful strangers... it's not wise t' underestimate what they can do." You took a deep breath. "Then, when you've earned one's trust... take them out t' battle. Even if there's no threat. Train, train, train them! Against other neofauna! Against each other! Against nature herself! Keep them movin', always, and watch what they do. Tie their moves to commands, t' gestures, to whatever they follow best!" You raised your arm, sweeping it across the crowd, and Taylor sent out various sharp leaves in the directions you'd swept your arm over. There were some oohs from the crowd, some grumbles. "Even if you've got one just as a pet... train them t' fight. It has never been more important than now t' do so. Train with other Staters. Train alone. Just keep them fighting-fit, well-trained, 'n obedient t' your every word." You redirected your attention to Andrew, this time making it obvious where you were looking. "Andrew, over there 'n the back, will be takin' care of a trainin' regimen for most've you soon... by next week, most've you should have at least something t' defend yourselves with. Until then... go out and search! Look around Sacramento, and beyond, for neofauna! Reach out to them! Train t'gether, so we can defend our great state!" You lowered your voice, your throat sore from how loud it had become. The crowd was responding in a mixed manner; most of the soldiers were cheering, but even amongst them there was some hesitancy. You just hoped that Andrew's upcoming displays would sway their opinions... ...as you returned to your seat and Andrew took your place upon the mock-stage, you realized who you were sitting to. "...'m sorry for your loss, Bart."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 12 Apr 2025 04:14:29 No. 6227681 Report You kept your tone quiet and tried to be respectful. You hadn't experienced any loss yourself yet-- your grandparents had all died before you were born, and nobody in your family had passed prematurely... but you knew to show respect and try to comfort the grieving. "What loss?" Bart responded. "There's-- I'm fine, Mr. Buchanan. All's right with the world." His expression betrayed his thoughts. His grin was strained, and you could see deep bags underneath his eyes. Bart wasn't even wearing a hat... and now you understood why he usually was. He was only a few years older than you, and yet... his hairline was already receding. Bart continued, his voice cracking. "There's-- there's actually... something more important I need t' tell you. It's very... I don't know if I should be saying it, but you <span class="mu-i">need</span> to know." Bart tried to lean into you, but you pulled away. You weren't really sure why he was getting so close, but you didn't think it was for any good reason. He avoided eye contact as he spoke. "I'm a journalist. I work for the news. The Sacramento Bee, to be exact." You nodded along, declining to share your choice of newspaper, listening to what he had to say. Bart continued. "We have... just gotten a story, about the war. The war in China. The one from... a day ago. It's urgent-- there was... there was some chinaman, I think, who ran in and made sure we heard about it... The Chinese're losing already, really badly." You wondered how that could be-- from what little you knew of France in the East, you were certain they'd have been outnumbered. Bart continued, becoming dangerously close to rambling. "We aren't supposed to be publishing the story. We're not to talk about it. We're supposed to pretend it never happened. But I can't, Mr. Buchanan. There's no way I can just let the story rot. It's driving me insane, see?" He pointed to his eyes, as if the cause of the bags were something as simple as a news story. You gave him another cautious nod, unable to hide your own dismay at his situation. It was hard not to feel sorry for him. He'd looked so put-together when you first met... "Mr. Buchanan, I have to ask: have you ever heard of soldiers stopping their fighting apropos of nothing? Just laying down their arms and calling it a day?" You were silent. It took you a minute to realize he wasn't joking. "I... no, ah suppose I've... not?" "Furthermore, have you heard of great big sea serpents wrecking ships? Destroying them in front of their eyes?" Those were... "...just myths, not..."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 12 Apr 2025 04:15:30 No. 6227682 Report Bart sat up straighter. His eyes were trembling. "The chinaman cried that his people had been taken apart by a dragon. Their most valuable ship, the strongest one in their fleet... a sea serpent came and destroyed it. It never touched the French. It even saved a few of their men from drowning..." He glanced back at Andrew, who was still explaining the schedule for training exercises to the rest of the crowd. "I don't know what that thing up there is. That <span class="mu-i">creature</span> beside your friend. I know it's a demon. I know <span class="mu-i">you</span> spend your time researching demons." His breath was shaky. "It... a demon, right, like how Bruce... like Bruce has. Had." Bart went silent for a moment. "That's-- that's besides the point. Mr. Buchanan... if there is one thing I was ever certain of in life, it would be this: that serpent is a demon. And Huntington has sent his merry band of crooks to intimidate my employer into never reporting on it." You didn't know what to say. What kind of neofauna was large enough to sink ships? Benevolent enough to rescue drowning men? Malicious enough to destroy an entire ship of them? "I need you to <span class="mu-i">do something</span> about it. I don't know what. I don't care what. Tell the world. Threaten Huntington. Go to the Bee and watch my coworkers print that, and keep them from getting arrested. I don't know, but I have to care. There's a reason he's trying to suppress this, and I don't... I don't know why." You put a hand on Bart's shoulder. "I'll... I'll do somethin'. Don't worry about it. As long as you spend th' time calmin' yourself down 'n keeping away from it all... ah promise I can get it out there for you." The journalist almost looked like he was about to burst into tears. You had to look away-- it was hard to watch him try not to sniffle and sob. "Thank you! I-- thank you, Mr. Buchanan. I can't thank you enough." Bart grabbed your hand and shook it, <span class="mu-i">firmly,</span> only letting go once your palm was red. "I can't just sit here and not do my job. My job is all I have. It's-- I have Bruce, too, but..." Bart trailed off. "I have my job." You didn't know what to say. You didn't want to make this any worse. You just nodded, slowly. "...ah'll make sure you keep it." Bart gave you a solemn nod back. "I can't ask for more." <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sat 12 Apr 2025 04:16:31 No. 6227683 Report Even though you were ready for bed, and already upon your mattress, it was impossible to sleep. Your head was drowning in thoughts. Of all the stories to suppress, why this one? Why would Huntington go out of his way to make sure it doesn't get out? Was Bart not mentioning something? Could you even trust his word after how ardently he denied his own brother's death? Mary lay upon the ottoman, already having fallen asleep a half hour ago, quietly "baah"ing in her sleep. Was she really of the same ilk as a <span class="mu-i">giant sea serpent?</span> Was the serpent even a neofauna? Perhaps it was a real sea serpent. The kind that old maps used to portray. If neofauna could exist in this world... couldn't they? It was useless to keep dwelling on this for so long, you convinced yourself. Tomorrow required an agenda. Something definitive and solid to focus on. Something like... <span class="mu-s">[Choose two.</span> A write-in will count as one choice unless it entails two actions.]>...church! You'd missed last week's service, and tomorrow was Sunday. It was as good a time as any to make up for last week. >...the letter you've been putting off. Your famiy was near enough to the sea, wasn't it? Why would you leave them uninformed on the matter of sea monsters? >...visiting the Sacramento Bee like Bart had asked you to. It was as good a start as any, after all, and you'd really like to make sure that Bart wasn't just making this story up. >...relaxation. You were now struggling to sleep due to stress. It was time to take a break. Andrew was likely busy coordinating his training schedule, but Steele was surely free... >Write-in.
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>>6227683 >...visiting the Sacramento Bee like Bart had asked you to. It was as good a start as any, after all, and you'd really like to make sure that Bart wasn't just making this story up. >...the letter you've been putting off. Your family was near enough to the sea, wasn't it? Why would you leave them uninformed on the matter of sea monsters? Hey what if for some reason real unironic cryptids and such started coming out of the woodwork thanks to Pokemon being worldwide?
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>>6227681 >You hadn't experienced any loss yourself yet-- your grandparents had all died before you were born, and nobody in your family had passed prematurely... but you knew to show respect and try to comfort the grieving. IIRC, didn't we receive word through letter that a few of our relatives died in the chaos of the Arrival?
>>6227682 >Bart sat up straighter. His eyes were trembling. "The chinaman cried that his people had been taken apart by a dragon. Their most valuable ship, the strongest one in their fleet... a sea serpent came and destroyed it. It never touched the French. It even saved a few of their men from drowning..." Ah shit, is that a Gyarados or a Rayquaza even?
>You didn't know what to say. You didn't want to make this any worse. You just nodded, slowly. "...ah'll make sure you keep it." That's a big promise to keep. We'll have to go out of our own way on this one to make sure Walter stays a man of his word.
>>6227683 >Of all the stories to suppress, why this one? I'm not the QM, but this is likely covered up to suppress any ideas of using neofauna in a rebellion. If they can level ships and save entire crews, they can certainly do much more.
>Choose two. Let's have a pick.
>...church! You'd missed last week's service, and tomorrow was Sunday. It was as good a time as any to make up for last week. I'm curious to see if there's any word about Shenanigan's Gulch we could gather from church. News has strange ways of spreading. It'd also give us a good read on where Sacramento's hearts lie with our cause.
>...visiting the Sacramento Bee like Bart had asked you to. It was as good a start as any, after all, and you'd really like to make sure that Bart wasn't just making this story up. A promise is a promise.
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>>6227677 >>6227680 >>6227681 >>6227682 >>6227683 >...visiting the Sacramento Bee like Bart had asked you to. It was as good a start as any, after all, and you'd really like to make sure that Bart wasn't just making this story up. and
>...the letter you've been putting off. Your famiy was near enough to the sea, wasn't it? Why would you leave them uninformed on the matter of sea monsters? My write-in being that we do not inform our poor mother of the sea monster, or at least present it in a positive light (i.e. saying it saved the French from drowning, without mentioning all the ship-destroying business). Our family already has enough to fear from these neo-critters. As for the press freedom defence, let's bring Andrew. He has the strongest companion of us all.
>IIRC, didn't we receive word through letter that a few of our relatives died in the chaos of the Arrival? We don't actually know. I think they (two of our brothers) were missing, but not confirmed dead. We'll have to wait and see on that one.
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>>6227695 >is that a Gyarados or a Rayquaza even? My money's on Dragonair
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>>6227683 >...church! You'd missed last week's service, and tomorrow was Sunday. It was as good a time as any to make up for last week. I suspect the mayor is related to the attack on Mary, and he was probably the guy we saw at the church last time. Let's see if we can find out more about what happened.
>...visiting the Sacramento Bee like Bart had asked you to. It was as good a start as any, after all, and you'd really like to make sure that Bart wasn't just making this story up. I think we really need some relaxation, but this is more important. And it wouldn't be fair to ask Steele or Andrew to do this for us while we relax instead.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Sun 13 Apr 2025 22:41:14 No. 6228706 Report Quoted By:
Hello, sorry for disappearing yesterday! I was, uh, not in the best state to write lol. I'm better today though, and writing now. We'll be... doing three things, apparently. The letter and church tied. I don't see why we can't do both, so I'll try to make it work. Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 14 Apr 2025 00:30:55 No. 6228757 Report You lucky bastards.
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>>6228757 Epic nat 100 brah
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 14 Apr 2025 02:02:37 No. 6228787 Report ...church! You hadn't been to a service properly since Shenanigan's Gulch. The least you could do was attend one here while you still could... <><><><><> Breakfast had been unceremonious, as had the service. It had been about what you remembered from New York. It began with a welcome, transitioned into a warning on the dangers of greed, and concluded with a review of the bible. You were actually rather surprised at how similar the experience was, halfway across the country... though you supposed it should have been expected, given that it held the same denomination you belonged to. (The correct one, of course.) You'd offered Andrew to come along, but he'd seemed rather hostile to the idea once you mentioned the denomination and declined the invitation. So, you had attended alone. By some miracle, the guards at the entrance had let you bring your neofauna... but you decided to only bring Mary with you, fearing for her safety if she was too far away from you. Her leg was still having trouble, after all, and you were beginning to seriously worry. Now, as people began filing out of the church's lengthy rows of wooden benches, you kept your seat warm and tried to scan the area for anyone familiar...>100! ...only to find the exact face you were looking for. As a familiar face ascended the church steps to have a word with the pastor, you took a good long look at him. He wore expensive clothes, once again, in all black. A long coat with tails took his upper half, while a pair of striped black pants stole his lower. The only flashes of color in the man's wardrobe could be seen in a golden pocket watch and his white undershirt. The man's greying, dark hair was unkempt, brushed in a way that made it obvious such grooming was done with great haste. His hair ran all the way down his cheeks, puffing out into a scraggly beard near his chin, bounding over his upper lip and connecting with an identical pattern across the other side of his head. Atop his balding cap he wore a black top hat, stitched together with such care that you could discern its high quality from several feet away. Your eyes were drawn back to the man's coat once the stranger held up a hand to wave. You hadn't really noticed before, but... you couldn't recall a time when he'd moved his left arm from his coat's pockets. Not once. Even when he wasn't wearing a shirt, he'd had it in some kind of pocket. As he waved, now, he did so with his right hand. Come to think of it, had he ever worn something without pockets to put that left arm into? Last you recalled, he'd done the same. His arm had not once moved, not even when he was now reaching out to the pastor to give him a... talking-to. Your eyes lingered on the hand, waiting for it to move even an inch. Not once did it leave his pocket.
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You were watching so long, in fact, that the man turned to look at you... and his face distorted into something fierce. It was hard to discern the specifics. You could only guess that it was some mix between rage, sorrow, confusion, and... an uneasy happiness. The two of you held an uncomfortable stare, each one memorizing the face of the other. You weren't quite sure why... until the man spoke. "Ah, I hadn't expected to see a familiar face someplace like this." There was a tension to his voice. Some kind of strangling unease. It was hard to tell whether it was directed towards you or himself. His words were laced with the kind of acid you'd only heard from your father. The acid wasn't the only thing reminding you of home, either. The man descended the stage and offered his right hand for a shake. His smile was as forced as his tone. You almost felt that, if you didn't shake back, he'd slap you instead. So, you did as the man requested and shook his hand. "Pastor, I would highly advise you keep an eye on this young gentleman. He will be going great places in our near future, I can guarantee you that. Far away from Sacramento, I'm sure, once he's done with this place." The man did not sound any less strained. His accent wasn't anything like the people of Sacramento's. It wasn't even like anyone from the South. You recognized that accent very, very well. You'd only heard it in your home state, after all. It had been months since anyone had spoken similarly. Before you could answer, he slapped you on the back with his right hand and went on. "A great future, he's got. One to keep an eye on." The man was already turning away, his smile gone in a flash. His expression was grave, his wrinkles accentuated by the shade upon his eyes from his furrowed brow. The man's age hit you like a truck, almost seeming to age ten years in the span of mere minutes, his dress briefly betraying him... ...as a certain set of initials could be made out upon the back of his dangling pocket watch. A wave of disgust suddenly overwhelmed you. This was the man you were fighting against? The same one who'd pushed Muyr to militant activism? The one, you figured, who was almost certainly responsible for the raid on the Saloon... and Bruce's death? You kept yourself <span class="mu-i">deadly</span> silent. It was hard to know what to say, but you knew for sure that you did not want to attract the pastor's attention to the feud between you and the man who had just patted you on the back like he was your uncle. Instead, you took a page out of your father's book, deciding to channel your quiet rage into naught but a contemptuous expression. Disgusting thoughts began to float into your head. Unwanted passengers hitched upon your train of thought: saboteurs, threatening to derail you completely. What if you just got up and smacked him now? Professed what you knew about this man to the pastor? Attempted to tarnish his name in front of a small crowd? Drew your revolver?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 14 Apr 2025 02:04:59 No. 6228790 Report Quoted By:
As the now-familiar man made his way to the back of the church and left through its enormous doors... all you could do was lay your hand upon Mary's head and clench her wool, attempting by any means possible to divert your attention from your brain's unwanted suggestions. "I suppose I should be looking forward to what you do, then, son." The pastor spoke up, deflating you instantly. You thought it a sign from God: you were far too close to the kind of wrath one ended up in Hell for. You needed to adjust yourself. If you just had a day of break... ...there were more important matters at hand. "I... I'm honored, pastor." You replied, shakily. Mary gave you a weak baah, nudging your side and huffing from upon your lap. Just a little break... that would help this. That would save you from this kind of bloodlust. It wasn't healthy, to be having thoughts like that. Even as you greeted your party outside the church and distracted yourself with their happy smiles, you felt it nagging in the back of your head. It wasn't right to be thinking that way. You'd find some way to deal with Huntington, for sure. Some way, for sure... but none like those. <><><><><> You decided against sending your family a telegram. Part of you had wanted to return to that office. To see if the man had gone that way. If he'd returned to where you'd first met him. But... what use would that be? You needed to put your thoughts into words. You couldn't do that with telegrams' harsh limits. And the last thing you needed before an inquiry into your family's well-being was a bundle of unnecessary rage... Now at your desk, you pondered on what to say. It had been quite some time since anyone had written back. You were realizing, now, that you hadn't even gotten a response to your most recent letter. Maybe it had never arrived? You had to account for that in this new one, maybe. Or maybe not-- it was so focused on the neofauna that your mother had so heavily decried... ...all this thinking was keeping you from actually <span class="mu-i">writing</span> the darn thing. You needed to get back on track.>Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 14 Apr 2025 02:06:47 No. 6228792 Report Soon after, the man turned to look at you... and his face distorted into something fierce. It was hard to discern the specifics. You could only guess that it was some mix between rage, sorrow, confusion, and... an uneasy happiness. The two of you held an uncomfortable stare, each one memorizing the face of the other. You weren't quite sure why... until the man spoke. "Ah, I hadn't expected to see a familiar face someplace like this." There was a tension to his voice. Some kind of strangling unease. It was hard to tell whether it was directed towards you or himself. His words were laced with the kind of acid you'd only heard from your father. The acid wasn't the only thing reminding you of home, either. The man descended the stage and offered his right hand for a shake. His smile was as forced as his tone. You almost felt that, if you didn't shake back, he'd slap you instead. So, you did as the man requested and shook his hand. "Pastor, I would highly advise you keep an eye on this young gentleman. He will be going great places in our near future, I can guarantee you that. Far away from Sacramento, I'm sure, once he's done with this place." The man did not sound any less strained. His accent wasn't anything like the people of Sacramento's. It wasn't even like anyone from the South. You recognized that accent very, very well. You'd only heard it in your home state, after all. It had been months since anyone had spoken similarly. Before you could answer, he slapped you on the back with his right hand and went on. "A great future, he's got. One to keep an eye on." The man was already turning away, his smile gone in a flash. His expression was grave, his wrinkles accentuated by the shade upon his eyes from his furrowed brow. The man's age hit you like a truck, almost seeming to age ten years in the span of mere minutes, his dress briefly betraying him... ...as a certain set of initials could be made out upon the back of his dangling pocket watch. A wave of disgust suddenly overwhelmed you. This was the man you were fighting against? The same one who'd pushed Muyr to militant activism? The one, you figured, who was almost certainly responsible for the raid on the Saloon... and Bruce's death? You kept yourself <span class="mu-i">deadly</span> silent. It was hard to know what to say, but you knew for sure that you did not want to attract the pastor's attention to the feud between you and the man who had just patted you on the back like he was your uncle. Instead, you took a page out of your father's book, deciding to channel your quiet rage into naught but a contemptuous expression. Disgusting thoughts began to float into your head. Unwanted passengers hitched upon your train of thought: saboteurs, threatening to derail you completely. What if you just got up and smacked him now? Professed what you knew about this man to the pastor? Attempted to tarnish his name in front of a small crowd? Drew your revolver?
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Mon 14 Apr 2025 02:07:47 No. 6228795 Report As the now-familiar man made his way to the back of the church and left through its enormous doors... all you could do was lay your hand upon Mary's head and clench her wool, attempting by any means possible to divert your attention from your brain's unwanted suggestions. "I suppose I should be looking forward to what you do, then, son." The pastor spoke up, deflating you instantly. You thought it a sign from God: you were far too close to the kind of wrath one ended up in Hell for. You needed to adjust yourself. If you just had a day of break... ...there were more important matters at hand. "I... I'm honored, pastor." You replied, shakily. Mary gave you a weak baah, nudging your side and huffing from upon your lap. Just a little break... that would help this. That would save you from this kind of bloodlust. It wasn't healthy, to be having thoughts like that. Even as you greeted your party outside the church and distracted yourself with their happy smiles, you felt it nagging in the back of your head. It wasn't right to be thinking that way. You'd find some way to deal with Huntington, for sure. Some way, for sure... but none like those. <><><><><> You decided against sending your family a telegram. Part of you had wanted to return to that office. To see if the man had gone that way. If he'd returned to where you'd first met him. But... what use would that be? You needed to put your thoughts into words. You couldn't do that with telegrams' harsh limits. And the last thing you needed before an inquiry into your family's well-being was a bundle of unnecessary rage... Now at your desk, you pondered on what to say. It had been quite some time since anyone had written back. You were realizing, now, that you hadn't even gotten a response to your most recent letter. Maybe it had never arrived? You had to account for that in this new one, maybe. Or maybe not-- it was so focused on the neofauna that your mother had so heavily decried... ...all this thinking was keeping you from actually <span class="mu-i">writing</span> the darn thing. You needed to get back on track.>Write-in.
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>>6228792 >"Pastor, I would highly advise you keep an eye on this young gentleman. He will be going great places in our near future, I can guarantee you that. Far away from Sacramento, I'm sure, once he's done with this place." The man did not sound any less strained. That was certainly a threat.
>>6228795 Remind us what the telegram limits are again?
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>>6228829 Ten words total.
Part of why we’re not sending one is because there’s no way Walter can fill his family in on all that has happened in that extremely short limit this time around. Anonymous
Been catching up in the archives. Thoroughly enjoying the experience, QM. I hate children, cripples, and communicating so the Zoura pack bit bored me. Ran the Abra text through a ROT cipher, this nigga sounds like GMan or a similar figure with the "overstepping" comment.
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>>6228795 >>6228836 >Found friends. Will be okay. Hope you are all safe. A mother thinks about few things more than her children’s’ safety.
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I come back to read this and find out that Mary's been FUCKING SHOT?!? DID I READ THAT RIGHT?! THERE ARE NO IMAGES TO PROPERLY SUMMARIZE HOW FUCKIN ANGRY I AM HOLY SHIT
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>>6228985 Reread closer dumbass. Some mystery person with a fire type gave her leg a bad bite overnight
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>>6228959 Anon, we are not sending her a telegram. Please be more elaborate.
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>>6228787 >>6228792 >>6228795 >Write-in. Let our mother know that we have found a new equine friend who might be of great value to humankind. Also jokingly remark that he is quite the huffy type. Report about the news from China, but emphasize the sea-monster (we refer to it as Neofauna in the letter since we explain that it is in fact one by some basic analysis) saving the French seamen. Conclude with a question about how life is going back East and mention the unrest brewing in Sacramento. Do however stress that you have managed to secure your own safety with the help of your new companions, and finally end with an appeal to your mother to consider the ways of your sister (the one member of your family who has already embraced Neofauna) by highlighting their potential use for the farm now that conventional animals are struggling to compete.
>>6228875 >>6228985 Good to see fresh and returning blood appearing in the thread. For the first anon; things get significantly less crippled, communicative and children-ish after that.
>>6228829 >>6228959 Like the QM (yes, that is the QM's ID on
>>6229005 ) said, we are not sending a telegram. I'm mentioning this because I want different votes on what to send in the letter; I might have missed some important things.
In either case, we gotta need help fitting this behemoth into an envelope.
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>>6226205 Duly noted! Thank you, QM.
>>6227682 >France has a tamed Gyarados Well shit.
And Huntington means to do the same, or similar, and to establish a monopoly on powerful mons in the area. But yeah, no shit the Imperial Chiense troops would surrender the second they all saw an honest-to-Heaven DRAGON slaughtering them. Talk about an omen.
>>6229019 +1 to this letter.
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>>6229005 >>6229019 Huh, my bad. I’ll second
>>6229019 then.
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>>6229118 I am the telegram anon who posted
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>>6229074 Can you imagine what people would think of us if Mary easily took down a Gyarados with 4x attacks of very little effort.
>>6229019 +1. About neofauna, we should recommend not just our sister but as many of our family as possible try to (safely) befriend the creatures for protection in these dangerous times.
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>>6229123 >Can you imagine what people would think of us if Mary easily took down a Gyarados with 4x attacks of very little effort. Assuming she lives... :(
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>>6227682 >"The chinaman cried that his people had been taken apart by a dragon. Their most valuable ship, the strongest one in their fleet... a sea serpent came and destroyed it. It never touched the French. It even saved a few of their men from drowning..." So much for Britania ruling the waves.
This is going to start a huge imperialist Pokémon arms race, and I am 100% here for it. This being said, Buchanan really needs to break up Huntington's monopoly on powerful Pokémon, maybe put Muyr jn charge again? Or at least someone who understands these things are quasi-sentient and won't exploit then unfairly. Just wait until people start taming Tyrannitars and working with Metagrosses... or worse, making them RESENT people...
>>6229019 +1 on the write-in
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>>6229124 >>6229123 >>6229074 >Benevolent enough to rescue drowning men? This is NOT a fucking Gyarados, you retards. Not unless whoever is it's owner/trainer/human really treated it super nicely as a Magikarp.
I wouldn't really count "picking up Magikarp and throwing it at random wild mons to knock them out until he evolves" as treating it super nicely, but... Anonymous
>>6228795 >>6228829 Seconding
>>6229019 .
>>6229277 Chill the fuck out, dude.
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>>6229277 >Not unless whoever is it's owner/trainer/human really treated it super nicely as a Magikarp. I, for one, believe there may be at least one pleasant individual who is fond of their new pet fish in all of the French Empire, yes. or who just gave it a nutberry and wasn't shitty to it. We've knwo Aster for a few days, and during that time we paralyzed him for several hours and got him lacerated by an otter, but I bet he'd help drag some people to safety if we asked nicely.
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>>6229277 >Not unless whoever is it's owner/trainer/human really treated it super nicely as a Magikarp. I, for one, believe there may be at least one pleasant individual who is fond of their new pet fish in all of the French Empire, yes. Or who just gave it a nutberry and wasn't shitty to it. We've known Aster for a few days, and during that time we paralyzed him for several hours and got him lacerated by an otter, but I bet he'd help drag some people to safety if we asked nicely.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:HYvAxLY/ Tue 15 Apr 2025 00:46:35 No. 6229353 Report Quoted By:
Writing, we'll be using
>>6229019 's write-in since there weren't any other suggestions lol.
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>>6229315 I am chill though? You're the one getting heated
>>6229322 Good point. Perhaps even a Gyarados can be cool to other people
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We're back! I was worried we'd lost the whole thread
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PoképocalypseQM !!n+I05ynqkXE ID:p6tKKN2J Fri 25 Apr 2025 21:36:38 No. 6229598 Report Oh, hello!
I actually expected this thread to be purged, but since it isn't, I might as well clarify what's going on now that 4chan is back.
<span class="mu-s">I am currently in the midst of that aforementioned very-important-thing</span>, so I am not in any position to continue posting until this thread's death. Additionally, the thread is already on page 9 and was very close to page 10 before 4chan bit the dust, so I doubt I'd have much time to keep posting in this particular thread even if I could lol.
<span class="mu-s">TL;DR: I'm going on hiatus, and I'll be back in about a month.</span> I already spent 11 days away from the quest while 4chan was down so I'm just going to continue doing that for another month or so. <span class="mu-s">Expect a return in late May/early June.</span>
Additionally, <span class="mu-s">the thread has already been archived here:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival</span> ;
Some of you have probably already seen it since I got lucky and archived the thing right before 4chan croaked, but in case you haven't: there it is!
I'll see you all later. I hope your late Aprils and early Mays treat you well, and I'll see you all after I've wrapped up most of my irl commitments and recuperated a bit.
Anonymous
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>>6229598 See you in a month, QM! Glad you're back.
Anonymous
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>>6229598 See you QM, good luck with your irl things.
Anonymous
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>>6229598 Happy to see this quest go on, but take the time you need. Thanks for the heads up, QM.
>>6229373 You don't sound like the chill one, buddy.
Anonymous
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>>6229598 After that entire scare, I'm just happy you're back, man. Take all the time you need! See you in a month!