An ordinary person would have simply stepped out of the way. But Altair was not ordinary, and certainly not a person. He was a proud witch, and while his magic was at its weakest when there were no stars in the sky he still had just enough left in him to prove that pokemon aren't the only ones who can use it to fight.
He held out his left hand, bringing his right up and swirling it in circles around the palm. Closing his eyes, the boy seemed like he was tarying to concentrate as he opened his mouth and began to chant;
"Hail fair moon, Ruler of the night. Guard me and mine, Until the light."
Once he had finished the incantation he closed his left hand into a fist, opened his eyes, and brought his arm down. He then turned to face the source of the Vanillites cry, swinging his arm back up towards it with momentum to make up for this lack of raw strength. If the moon mother wished it so, then he'd be punching that vanillite straight back to where it came from!
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 10:09 pm
"Get back here, you little sh--" The worker lurched forward. If it was another hallucination, then attacking it wasn't a bad idea; if it was a person... well, he could use a bit more water.
Fortunately, Sol's forced change of heart would save him from having to fist fight a grown man. The worker paused for a moment, wondering if the brat was pulling his leg. He'd turn the disc over in his hands, and give a slight shrug. Again, he had nothing to lose. Anything was better than this hellhole; whatever they were doing sending kids here, he didn't want to know. Even rats like the one before him. "Whatever, kid. If this works, I'll buy you a beer." He'd press the button, and...
/Time to return to the re-education camp./ The voice wouldn't be understood by either of the humans, but would come across as a low hum. A Kabadra in a strangely-tight nurses outfit teleported right between the two. A big red "R" stood out on the back of the dress. She'd turn back and give Sol a slight nod, before punching the worker right in the face. /Sleep time./ And like that, she'd disappear, carrying the worker bridal-style.
Sol had completed both tasks! Truly, an impressive effort. But that left him with only a few options. Would he return to the mountaintop and seek help? Or would he explore deeper into this strange island?
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2Total: 2 (1-20)
".....wonder where it got the dress..." Sol asked, curiously raising a brow. After a moments pause however the boy would shrug and dismiss the though. "Welp if extortion's no good, there's always good ole fashion looting!" And so it was that Sol would journey onward, deeper into the island!
Grey Moonfang IV rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11Total: 11 (1-20)
Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 10:27 pm
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Well so much for looting. Lots of rocks, all of no particular worth, and steam. Fabulous. Well there had to be stuff around here somewhere...or a corpse to rob.
Well, it wasn't quite the moon, or even the top of the mountain, but Altair's swing would hit hard and true. The Vanillite would be thrown back a surprisingly far amount, crashing straight into the side of the mountain. /I'm okay!/came the tiny squeak, as the ice-type slowly slide down the rocks.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 10:37 pm
-Onyxia Skirata-
Onyxia shook her head. She needed to focus. She kept walking around, carefully watching the vents. She tried memorize the vent locations. so she could avoid those. "Okay, avoid those spots..." She kept moving trying to find the Employee. "Hello? Any resort employee's?"
In the Garden of Monsters rolled 5 20-sided dice:
17, 5, 4, 12, 19Total: 57 (5-100)
Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 11:14 pm
/Ca-caw! Ca-caw!/ A flock of Wingull flew overhead, far out of Sol's reach. Indeed, they were almost a peaceful sight... unless Sol happened to look up, in which case, he'd see numerous white droppings falling from above... falling quit quickly, as a matter of fact. The color and the foul smell made it relatively obvious what was going on... and Sol would have to get out of the way, unless he wanted to end up reeking!
Altair watched the vanillite soar, head bobbing up and down along with it's movements. He kept his usual calm composure, until he turned around...and brought his left hand up to his chest, massaging it with his right. He bit down on his lip as he tried to ease the pain, wincing a little when he got to rubbing his knuckles. You would think soft serve would be a little softer than that.
Well, there was a reason witches usually used spells and not their fists. He was especially delicate in that regard, having only ever practiced incantations and the like. It was definitely not because he was an out of shape string bean. Definitely.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 12:03 am
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Coming down the mountain would reveal an oddly humid area. Perhaps Altair could relax and have a bit of a steam?
Sweltering Steam Field
Coming down from the mountain, you find yourself in a rather unusual setting. The ground before you is cracked yet thick with moisture, rocks piled high and caked with mud in the strangest shapes. A whistling hits your ears, and a moment later a jet of steam belts out from a hole in the rock. One after the steam vents itself into the open air, releasing a sweltering mist over the area. Best watch your step if you don't fancy learning what a steamed vegetable feels like, and one can only imagine what sort of Pokemon would willingly call this place home...
'How disgusting' he thought to himself. One thing (out of several) he couldn't stand it was that sticky feeling you get when you sweat out in the heat. He hated sweating, but he hated showing his skin too. Which one was the lesser of two evils...
The sweat. Definitely the sweat. It's not like there was anyone out here who would see him anyway.
Sighing, he began to take off his cloak, folding it neatly and temporarily setting it on the ground next to him. Next was the gloves, they went straight into his pockets after he had taken them off. His long sleeved shirt was then rolled up to his elbows. With his now bare hand he reached up for the tie at the end of his loose braid, unravelling it and setting his long, silky hair free. This wouldn't last long as he promptly picked it all up into a high ponytail, tying it with the ribbon that usually held the collar of his cape together.
Deneb, displaced from his spot inside of Altair's coat, flew up and sat on his trainers head instead. The perfect little cherry on top.
"> Master, you look good~ <" His praise would never make it past their language barrier. Altair still took the joyous little buzzing positively, tapping Deneb with his finger before bending over and picking up his folded coat. He draped it over his arm and continued on forward, hoping that by now his grunt wasn't steamed and ready to be served with a side of butter.
Trafalgar couldn't believe that his gorgeous head of hair, had just set aflame. Oh man, he would definitely need to see a doctor after that. Everything had happened so fast, next time he would definitely react slower.
Looking up above, Sol would stand stock still for a moment, before uttering the first thought in his mind "s**t..."
">Exactly<" It seemed Umbra felt like being helpful.
Looking at his surroundings, Sol would sigh. Least he knew a great steam cleaner, and cheap too. Though he didn't want to get that covered either, Sol would pull his coat over his head and run for cover....which mostly meant running around like an idiot due to the severe lack of anywhere to hide.
Umbra for his part would simply try to walk away...
Once more Onyxia would be witness to magma burbling up from beneath the ground, this time accompanied by an almost malevolent hiss of steam. The magma would bubble, setting flame to the air to form two distinctive 'eyebrows'. Yellow eyes would rolled forward as the Sluga rose from the depths. ">SURFACE DWELLER, YOUR WORLD SHALL BECOME OURS!<" Yes this was no mere encounter, it was an invasion! Onyxia would have to fight if she wished to save the world. Or at least her own hide.
Once more Onyxia would be witness to magma burbling up from beneath the ground, this time accompanied by an almost malevolent hiss of steam. The magma would bubble, setting flame to the air to form two distinctive 'eyebrows'. Yellow eyes would rolled forward as the Sluga rose from the depths. ">SURFACE DWELLER, YOUR WORLD SHALL BECOME OURS!<" Yes this was no mere encounter, it was an invasion! Onyxia would have to fight if she wished to save the world. Or at least her own hide.
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