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bottlecaplogs2025-08-06 08:21 am
seacub) wrote in bottlecaplogs2025-08-06 08:21 am
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August Quest Catch All!
WHO: Emporio, and his fellow Quest Takers
WHAT: QUESTS! QUESTS!
WHEN: Through August
WHERE: Bottlecap Bay/The Outpost/Etc...
WARNINGS: To be noted as needed
WHAT: QUESTS! QUESTS!
WHEN: Through August
WHERE: Bottlecap Bay/The Outpost/Etc...
WARNINGS: To be noted as needed
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No big—I've got your back!
[Unfortunately, despite the sheer number of Shokas present on the field right now, the majority of them are purely illusory and incapable of attacking; once the other Wormadam join in with their own String Shots, Shoka can't hope to deflect them all—
But it looks like she won't have to, because a force field protects him from getting entangled any further. What move was that? It seems that creepy hat isn't the only new thing he's picked up since she saw him last...]
Well! That works, too.
[Another String Shot is fired her way instead, but she dodges it easily before launching herself at the offender with a Play Rough. The force of the impact tears the Wormadam from her thread, sending her tumbling to the forest floor with a frantic buzzing sound. Try as the others might to ward Shoka off, they seem to be having a tough time actually hitting her.
In any case, they're momentarily distracted—open targets for Emporio.]
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[Unclear if that's for Shoka, or for the commentator on his head.
Maybe both? Maybe both. That protection is extremely handy after all, and-]
I-I'm not throwing you! [He says, aloud, because he's a little too alarmed by the suggestion to actually keep it to himself.
But it does give him an idea. A stupid idea, but an idea all the same. The wormadam are surrounding them, but they're also slow, and...
He's doing it.
He grabs the wormadam that just fell, and throws it.]
Buzz off..!
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* Well, it was just a suggestion.
* Do not worry.
* It will not be the first time it has happened here.
Laios.
But anyway, look at the impromptu projectile go. That particular Wormadam is looking quite a bit dazed on account of being fastball specialed into its allies, one of which who seems to have to break off a building Leaf Storm in favor of a hasty Protect of her own. ]
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Um—yeah, thanks for that?
[She's barely finished that sentence when the Wormadam hurtles past her, bouncing off the Protect before barreling into its own nearby allies, making them tumble back with a series of alarmed squeaks and squawks—like scattered bowling pins, or bumpers in a pinball game. A short, disbelieving laugh escapes Shoka.]
Nice one!
[But also what the hell? The Wormadam are bigger than Emporio is, and he's still throwing them around like they weigh nothing! It's effective (and also hilarious), so she immediately decides that she has to give him more ammunition.
Following the sound of her voice, one observant Wormadam manages to find Shoka's real body among her doubles, and viciously jabs its beak into the neck of her disguise. The false Pikachu head deflates, earning a hiss from Shoka (and almost definitely alerting the rest of the Wormadam horde to her location, too)—but she recovers quickly, retaliating with another Play Rough.
At the end of her attack, after battering the Wormadam into a daze with her wooden tail, Shoka finds Emporio, winds her tail-stick back once more—]
Think fast!
[—And swings, sending the Wormadam flying his way.]
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At least he can keep that in his thoughts this time. Long enough to answer Shoka with an awkward grimace, anyway.]
Th- S- Sorry, I wasn't talking to you, I-
[Excuse him, he's hitting something else with a bone he really didn't have in his hands earlier.]
The mask on my head- they're a Pokemon, so-
[Anddddd Shoka just knocked a Wormadam at him.] AH-!
[Quick, it's a game of hot-potato- Emporio's going to try and grab, and try and throw-!]
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Their attention is briefly caught by the appearance of that bone, however— fascinating. Spectral? Or is it a more physical construct created on the fly, more akin to the kind of skeleton magic they're more familiar with? Does he realize he's made such a thing, or has he been hiding that somewhere none of them noticed?
Well, in any case, they probably should manifest themself just enough to jauntily wave at the other combatant here, considering Emporio's announced them for what they are— but maybe they will not, just to see how this plays out and what she makes of them. Maybe it'll be funny.
(And in the meantime, if the mask's eyes suddenly seem to flash or glow ominously for just a moment, causing some of the Wormadam to stiffen and freeze up where they are to give the Cubone easier targets to aim at, then that's neither here nor there.) ]
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[That's a Pokémon, too? Shoka looks back at the mask, just in time to see its eyes emit a telltale, ghostly glow. Several of the Wormadam, apparently caught in its psychic clutches, go still, and are easily knocked back by the one Emporio chucks at them like a fastball.
Well, Shoka thinks, that's one hell of a trump card.
(But Emporio couldn't have known that this would be a battle, could he? So he just brought along a whole third Pokémon and they didn't think to introduce themself? What's with that?)
There's no time for her to think on it for long. The unaffected Wormadam have pinpointed her location among her fading doppelgangers, and one has taken advantage of her brief distraction to start tangling her in another String Shot.]
Wh—hey! [She whirls, slashing wildly with her claws, only for a second Wormadam to join in with more of the same. The silk sticks fast to the fabric of her disguise, slowing her down.] Ugh, quit it!
[At least her arms aren't bound, so she readies another attack in retaliation—too late. The first Wormadam lurches toward her, leaves shivering, and shrieks right in her face. The sound—an impossibly loud, piercing buzz-scream—drills straight into her brain (or whatever it is Mimikyu have instead) and reverberates through her entire body, wrenching a cry of pain from the void of her throat.
Or... at least she thinks she cried out. The pressure in her head builds and builds within seconds, dizzyingly fast, until she feels something burst—and suddenly she can't hear herself. She can't hear anything, actually; all sound has dropped out, like the whole world has been wrapped in cotton.
The swing she takes at her attacker is clumsy, but at least it connects. The next attack that comes for her—a Sucker Punch from a reinforcement she couldn't hear coming—knocks her clean off her foot, sending her sprawling into the dirt.]
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What
....Dogs??? Wait, did you get eaten by a dog???
Nemesis???
HEWWO???
Well, maybe they can talk about that after this. The fight is far more important. Anything could happen after all. Like-]
S-Shoka!
[Oh geeze-
She just went flying..!!
...Which. Uh.
THAT COULD BE BAD ACTUALLY-
Looking under Shoka's disguise, far as he knows, is a big no-no. It's the same for Ring Spirit. Mimikyu aren't meant for mortal eyes!
Can you, uh, close your eyes? Turn your eyes off?? ...Something?
He'll certainly be closing his, because any Wormadam that looks at Shoka wrong is probably about to regret it.]
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* Mostly I am sharing your sight at current, with some exception.
* But yes, I can 'not look,' if such is warranted.
* Your comment about mortal eyes, though...
* Need I remind you that I am not?
* Do not worry.
* I will be careful.
* At least one of us has to keep an eye out, after all.
You know, while he has his closed, and all. That said...
* ... Your friend does seem to require assistance, though. ]
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One second it's hovering over Shoka, preparing another move, and the next it's on the ground, out cold.
Wounded and dizzy but still conscious (and also slightly panicked, all too aware of the way her disguise rag slipped), Shoka scans the area for Emporio.]
H-hey—... [She can't hear her own voice either, of course. Unsure of her own volume, she unwittingly elevates her voice to a shout.] HEY! YOU GOOD?
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And hey hey hey now mortal is subjective here. Yamask probably count, Mx. Nemesis, pal.
Lucky (???) for the two, since Emporio can't be sure that the disguise rag is back in place, the sound of Shoka's voice makes it Very easy to locate her.]
Oh!!
Yeah, I'm okay Shoka- I'm coming over to help...is your disguise back in place?
[Incidentally, the wormadam saw what just happened and are now understandably kinda nervous. Right. Mimikyu do that. Hm. Should they leave maybe?]
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* It is, but I assume she will tell you that herself in a moment.
Though, given the way she shouted ... hmm. At least the offending bugs seem torn on whether to continue fighting for now, but ... they haven't left yet, so they keep a wary 'eye' on them all the same as Emporio approaches the Mimikyu. ]
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WHAT? [She cups a hand behind one ear of her disguise, as if that might help her hear him. The lingering Wormadam flinch, startled by her volume.] SPEAK UP A LITTLE, WOULD YA?
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ears?
Do cubone have ears? Emporio at least has ear holes. Somewhere.
definitely told me yep
Ow.
He desperately starts miming to 'stop', somehow avoiding the trap of calling back himself. Please!! Don't! Shout!!!
It's easier to get to Shoka now that he knows its safe to open his eyes at least. Though the shouting, suffice to say, would have told him where Shoka is easily.
This is better though.]
Aaaaaaaa, Shoka- Shoka, stop-