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- #1
Let's go! Expedition time!
Players participating: NymTrainers participating: Wynmond Collins
Pokémon participating:
- #29 - Barker
- #414 - Coraline
- #745 - Sematary
- #10 - Belle
- #987 - Annabelle
Expedition area: Darksallow Valley
Trainers participating: Wynmond Collins
Pokémon participating:
Expedition area: Darksallow Valley
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- #3
“Piece of fucking cotton candy looking shit.”
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
STOMP.
Each word, punctuated with a heavy stomp, pounded through his head with a vicious, unrelenting beat, thudding against the growing headache with teeth so ravenous. He didn’t care, at least the pain was beginning to numb the fury gnawing between his teeth, swallowing everything else like a thick, unwelcomed blanket. Anything was better than thinking about Jun fucking Ito, even if it meant a searing, unrelenting headache that would leave him cold and breathless later that night— he didn’t care.
”Fuck!”
His hand ripped through his hair, tearing the worn, aged scrunchy free from its loose grip and into the mud at his feet. An angered, guttural growl tore lose, startling the small pink eevee at his heels and sending her scrambling back and behind a larger skeowth. Shit, he hadn’t meant to scare her.
”Shit, sorry Anna,” he managed and crouched low, resting his weight on the balls of his feet. “Sorry.” His hand uncoiled, stretching out, long fingers seeking forgiveness. It didn’t come. His fingers wilted, shoulders slumping as his head flopped forward with a shaky, drained sigh.
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
And it was, wasn’t it? He had been nothing but a source of misery ever since Jun fucking Ito shoved the frail eevee into his hands, full of shouts, grumbles, and, at times, thrown objects. Never at her- never at her, but he couldn’t imagine she had a good view of her new trainer.
”It’s not your fault,” Wynmond relented, the curtain of his hair parting with the tilt of his head, his good eye peeking at the small crowd of Pokémon that had followed him out into the valley. Anna raised her head, a soft, pitiful whine escaping her. Sematary adjusted, positioning between her and his trainer with a gruff huff. Wynmond sighed again, defeated. “He makes me feel like… shit. I’m so tired of seeing his face. In Nauwill, of all fucking places.”
Who buys their ex a Pokémon as an apology? Drops it in their hands like it was some coveted prize that would make up for everything he had done? Who the fuck does that?
Jun fucking Ito.
”Vee…” Anna mewled. She brushed past Sematary and broke the distance between her and her trainer, large eyes raising as she inserted herself under his hunched shadow. Wynmond stared down at her, hand dangling over his knee and in-front of her, twitching against her tentative nuzzle, fingers drifting against the bridge of her muzzle. Her head pushed forward, more forcibly shoving her forehead against his palm, tail wagging in a lulled rhythm while his hand opened and rubbed the top of her head.
“I’ll do better,” Wyn promised, extending his arms towards her. She hesitated, glanced back towards the bundle of Pokémon they were traveling with, and then decidedly leapt into his arms, quickly squirming and kneading his arms until she determined he was comfortable enough to lay on.
Equipped with a very pink eevee in his arms, Wynmond slowly rose, taking great care to not jostle her as he stretched to his truest height. Barker cooed beside him, the forgotten scrunchy now in his maw like a limp, dejected chew toy. Well, at least it was getting some use now, Wyn reasoned.
”Alright guys, we came out all this way, let’s get some steps in, yeah?” Maybe get some pent up anger out, too. “Stick close, or you’re going right back into the ball, that means you, Sematary. I’m not chasing you into a cave again— you’ll be on your own.”
Sematary only offered a lazy yawn in return.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
STOMP.
Each word, punctuated with a heavy stomp, pounded through his head with a vicious, unrelenting beat, thudding against the growing headache with teeth so ravenous. He didn’t care, at least the pain was beginning to numb the fury gnawing between his teeth, swallowing everything else like a thick, unwelcomed blanket. Anything was better than thinking about Jun fucking Ito, even if it meant a searing, unrelenting headache that would leave him cold and breathless later that night— he didn’t care.
”Fuck!”
His hand ripped through his hair, tearing the worn, aged scrunchy free from its loose grip and into the mud at his feet. An angered, guttural growl tore lose, startling the small pink eevee at his heels and sending her scrambling back and behind a larger skeowth. Shit, he hadn’t meant to scare her.
”Shit, sorry Anna,” he managed and crouched low, resting his weight on the balls of his feet. “Sorry.” His hand uncoiled, stretching out, long fingers seeking forgiveness. It didn’t come. His fingers wilted, shoulders slumping as his head flopped forward with a shaky, drained sigh.
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
And it was, wasn’t it? He had been nothing but a source of misery ever since Jun fucking Ito shoved the frail eevee into his hands, full of shouts, grumbles, and, at times, thrown objects. Never at her- never at her, but he couldn’t imagine she had a good view of her new trainer.
”It’s not your fault,” Wynmond relented, the curtain of his hair parting with the tilt of his head, his good eye peeking at the small crowd of Pokémon that had followed him out into the valley. Anna raised her head, a soft, pitiful whine escaping her. Sematary adjusted, positioning between her and his trainer with a gruff huff. Wynmond sighed again, defeated. “He makes me feel like… shit. I’m so tired of seeing his face. In Nauwill, of all fucking places.”
Who buys their ex a Pokémon as an apology? Drops it in their hands like it was some coveted prize that would make up for everything he had done? Who the fuck does that?
Jun fucking Ito.
”Vee…” Anna mewled. She brushed past Sematary and broke the distance between her and her trainer, large eyes raising as she inserted herself under his hunched shadow. Wynmond stared down at her, hand dangling over his knee and in-front of her, twitching against her tentative nuzzle, fingers drifting against the bridge of her muzzle. Her head pushed forward, more forcibly shoving her forehead against his palm, tail wagging in a lulled rhythm while his hand opened and rubbed the top of her head.
“I’ll do better,” Wyn promised, extending his arms towards her. She hesitated, glanced back towards the bundle of Pokémon they were traveling with, and then decidedly leapt into his arms, quickly squirming and kneading his arms until she determined he was comfortable enough to lay on.
Equipped with a very pink eevee in his arms, Wynmond slowly rose, taking great care to not jostle her as he stretched to his truest height. Barker cooed beside him, the forgotten scrunchy now in his maw like a limp, dejected chew toy. Well, at least it was getting some use now, Wyn reasoned.
”Alright guys, we came out all this way, let’s get some steps in, yeah?” Maybe get some pent up anger out, too. “Stick close, or you’re going right back into the ball, that means you, Sematary. I’m not chasing you into a cave again— you’ll be on your own.”
Sematary only offered a lazy yawn in return.
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- #4
Number Generated:
Min: 1
Max: 15
Res: 13
The screen flashes and exciting music plays...
Current Word Count: 606Total GEs Earned: 2
GEs Already Used: 0
Roll | Description | Type | Difficulty |
| 13 | Something quite unhappy with your presence suddenly drops down from the canopy above... | Wild Battle | 4 |
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- #7
Prior to Nauwill, Wynmond had not taken much time to explore the greater outdoors. Even while in Nauwill he had stayed cooped up within his dorm for the most part, although that had been less intentional on his side. The previous storm that had plagued the island and then the realization of Jun fucking Ito’s presence had put a damper on his interest in expediting, but rage was a greater motivator. Regardless, it was safe to say Wynmond had little experience with nature, made evident by his apparent lack of awareness of his surroundings.
No, caution had long been thrown to the wind, instead turned into a captivated curiosity as he traversed alongside the river edge with his small merry crew of Pokémon trailing behind him. He should have been paying attention— should have noticed the sounds of the water splashing as a frustrated, threatened chinchou puffed and surfaced when his foot landed too closely near its home. To his defense, he would have (Pokémon were, after all, one of his top interests) if Barker hadn’t suddenly cawed and made a grab for a stick much too large for his maw, prompting Wynmond to whirl around at the worst time to correct his totodile.
“Barker, no- put it down!”
His elevated, frustrated (and slightly panicked) volume startled the chinchou further, prompting it to launch forward and at the group, hidden by Wynmond’s blind spot. While it had chosen the side of his blind eye, the sound of a quick, high-pitched cry from Belle snapped Wynmond’s attention in time to step backwards, out of the way of the furious ball of blue and yellow.
“Shit-“ He fumbled, hands flying up to grab… something, anything. Battle was new to Wynmond, and not his first instinct. Barker, however, was a fighter, his teeth barred as he made a move to push himself in-front of his trainer and the threat. Belle was quicker, having already been on the chinchou’s heels. There was no winner in the match, except the enemy itself— Barker fell onto his backside from the surprise of Belle shoving him aside, and Belle let out a devastating cry when a quick, white-hot zap of electricity ignited her, bursting their surroundings into a flurry of white and yellow.
“Belle!” Wynmond impulsively reached forward, lucky enough to reach the now limp form of his eevee right when the chinchou depleted its energy. It chimed furiously in what could only be assumed was a victorious cry before skittering back into the water as the group descended upon their fallen friend. “Shit, shit, shit- Belle, I’m so sorry-“
Yeah, he was sorry all right. First he had frightened her with his outcry, now she was unconscious because of his carelessness. This entire evening was his fault. Wynmond grappled with his jacket, hands pleadingly searching. Did he have a potion? No, fuck— he had used his last when Grudge had dropped that vase on Barker’s head. He hissed between his teeth, hands sliding through his hair and pulling. Aaaaagh!
“Okay, let’s get you back in the ball.” More rummaging, followed by shaky breaths. This was the first time a ‘mon he owned had fainted, and honestly, it felt terrible.
Was he actually cut out to be a trainer?
He found the ball, fumbling briefly before clicking the middle button with shaking hands. “There, okay, okay.” Deep breath, one, two…
Okay.
It was going to be okay.
“Diiiiile…” Barker whined. He placed a hand on Wynmond’s knee, craning up to look at his paler-than-usual trainer. The concern on his face soured the guilt further in Wynmond’s stomach, tugging it deeper down. No- he had to get it together, fainting wasn’t death; it just meant she had been hurt— wounded —enough that she needed a break.
Yeah, no, that wasn’t comforting at all.
Maybe he didn’t need comfort, either.
“We’re heading back.” Wynmond rose and collected himself with short brushes of his hand over the wrinkles of his jacket. His crew murmured in a collection of Pokémon cries and chitters, too jumbled together for Wynmond to effectively hear which belonged to who. “I shouldn’t have come out here alone. If anything happened to me, then there’s no one to….” He hesitated, ending with a drawn out, exasperated sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated to no one in particular before turning back towards where they had come. It’d take a little while to get back to the settlement, and he wasn’t sure if they would before the sun set, either, but it was best to start now, before things could get worse.
No, caution had long been thrown to the wind, instead turned into a captivated curiosity as he traversed alongside the river edge with his small merry crew of Pokémon trailing behind him. He should have been paying attention— should have noticed the sounds of the water splashing as a frustrated, threatened chinchou puffed and surfaced when his foot landed too closely near its home. To his defense, he would have (Pokémon were, after all, one of his top interests) if Barker hadn’t suddenly cawed and made a grab for a stick much too large for his maw, prompting Wynmond to whirl around at the worst time to correct his totodile.
“Barker, no- put it down!”
His elevated, frustrated (and slightly panicked) volume startled the chinchou further, prompting it to launch forward and at the group, hidden by Wynmond’s blind spot. While it had chosen the side of his blind eye, the sound of a quick, high-pitched cry from Belle snapped Wynmond’s attention in time to step backwards, out of the way of the furious ball of blue and yellow.
“Shit-“ He fumbled, hands flying up to grab… something, anything. Battle was new to Wynmond, and not his first instinct. Barker, however, was a fighter, his teeth barred as he made a move to push himself in-front of his trainer and the threat. Belle was quicker, having already been on the chinchou’s heels. There was no winner in the match, except the enemy itself— Barker fell onto his backside from the surprise of Belle shoving him aside, and Belle let out a devastating cry when a quick, white-hot zap of electricity ignited her, bursting their surroundings into a flurry of white and yellow.
“Belle!” Wynmond impulsively reached forward, lucky enough to reach the now limp form of his eevee right when the chinchou depleted its energy. It chimed furiously in what could only be assumed was a victorious cry before skittering back into the water as the group descended upon their fallen friend. “Shit, shit, shit- Belle, I’m so sorry-“
Yeah, he was sorry all right. First he had frightened her with his outcry, now she was unconscious because of his carelessness. This entire evening was his fault. Wynmond grappled with his jacket, hands pleadingly searching. Did he have a potion? No, fuck— he had used his last when Grudge had dropped that vase on Barker’s head. He hissed between his teeth, hands sliding through his hair and pulling. Aaaaagh!
“Okay, let’s get you back in the ball.” More rummaging, followed by shaky breaths. This was the first time a ‘mon he owned had fainted, and honestly, it felt terrible.
Was he actually cut out to be a trainer?
He found the ball, fumbling briefly before clicking the middle button with shaking hands. “There, okay, okay.” Deep breath, one, two…
Okay.
It was going to be okay.
“Diiiiile…” Barker whined. He placed a hand on Wynmond’s knee, craning up to look at his paler-than-usual trainer. The concern on his face soured the guilt further in Wynmond’s stomach, tugging it deeper down. No- he had to get it together, fainting wasn’t death; it just meant she had been hurt— wounded —enough that she needed a break.
Yeah, no, that wasn’t comforting at all.
Maybe he didn’t need comfort, either.
“We’re heading back.” Wynmond rose and collected himself with short brushes of his hand over the wrinkles of his jacket. His crew murmured in a collection of Pokémon cries and chitters, too jumbled together for Wynmond to effectively hear which belonged to who. “I shouldn’t have come out here alone. If anything happened to me, then there’s no one to….” He hesitated, ending with a drawn out, exasperated sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated to no one in particular before turning back towards where they had come. It’d take a little while to get back to the settlement, and he wasn’t sure if they would before the sun set, either, but it was best to start now, before things could get worse.
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Number Generated:
Min: 1
Max: 15
Res: 8
The screen flashes and exciting music plays...
Current Word Count: 1368Total GEs Earned: 5
GEs Already Used: 1
Roll | Description | Type | Difficulty |
| 8 | Something darts across your feet, attempting to flee into the underbrush. | Startled Pokémon | 5 |
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Something skittered over Wynmond’s foot as the group traveled, and this time the trainer was more than alert. Unwilling to risk the events that transpired before, he tossed a ball right at the unsuspecting creatures face. The satisfying ‘click!’ offered a much-needed morale boost.
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- #12
Number Generated:
Min: 1
Max: 15
Res: 2
The screen flashes and exciting music plays...
Current Word Count: 1412Total GEs Earned: 5
GEs Already Used: 2
Roll | Description | Type | Difficulty |
| 2 | A section of the ground suddenly gives way, plunging you into a sink of soggy mud and broken leaf litter. Roll STR to escape (all trainers). | Trainer Danger (Major) | 1 |
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- #14
"AH!"
A horrible day had truly turned abysmal as the earth opened and swallowed Wynmond into a sink of mud and leaf litter. His ‘mon managed to avoid the brute of natures wrath, scurrying out of the way to collect themselves as their trainer wrestled within the trap. The group quickly took to helping dig and pull their trainer free, unceremoniously tossing Wynmond to safety and clambering over him once he rolled onto his back. There, he stayed for quite some time, hands patting to check he had everything between tired, ragged breaths.
He had officially decided: he hated Darksallow Valley.
A horrible day had truly turned abysmal as the earth opened and swallowed Wynmond into a sink of mud and leaf litter. His ‘mon managed to avoid the brute of natures wrath, scurrying out of the way to collect themselves as their trainer wrestled within the trap. The group quickly took to helping dig and pull their trainer free, unceremoniously tossing Wynmond to safety and clambering over him once he rolled onto his back. There, he stayed for quite some time, hands patting to check he had everything between tired, ragged breaths.
He had officially decided: he hated Darksallow Valley.
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Alright! We're done!
Total words: 1513Player 1 words: ^
Bonus research: None
Items used: None
Pokémon caught: N. Poliwag with Park Ball
Items found: None
Faction choice: URA