[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

OG Post

(...)For sitting at the table, casual as can be, was Morgana, a plate with some sort of whipped cream and fruity desert right in front of her, and a cup of tea close at hand.

Right besides her, relatively speaking, was Zephy, one paw on her face with a scowl as she glared daggers at the Fae Lady, her own breakfast - a plate full of syrupy fried Orans - barely picked at. 

A spot at the table with your usual breakfast fair was prepared, right smack dab in the middle of the two women.

Morgana finished a bite of her meal with, took a sip of her tea, and then daintily whipped away some whip cream on her before finally turn to face you, a warm yet coy smile already teasing her lips.

"Saluations and good mornings, oh brightest days from darkest nights, my dear. *Pats the side of the table* Come here, come hence, and break your fast properly at last, hmm hmm hmm .... ~"

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Quiiiite the big red flag it is indeed, if Zephy was shielding herself from her Master's, Partner's and Wielder's insight that heavily! Dear heavens, Bernhard hasn't even started on the day yet and already feels like returning to bed, completely bury himself beneath the covers, and pretend that he's not there and not available. But that wasn't an option given how much there is on the mental to-do-list for this day, eew.

Can't say that Bernhard wasn't tempted to go for that option anyway though, very so, given who was waiting there for him at the table. He should have know... Say no more, that SUFFICIENTLY explains his artistic partner's foul mood, causing him to mentally facepalm. "Mor...gana, my dear......." Their gaze rested on her for a few seconds in sheer suprise, before Bernhard immediately janked his head away to look in the opposite direction. Or out of a near window. Or at the wall, which was suprisingly interesting all of a sudden. Heat combined with flustered coyness and embarassment raised up in him, and caused quite the meek blush appear on their face - their stoic fascade crumbled into pieces and dust, right here, right now and within mere seconds. Bernhard's mind immediately started to scream 'Don't look, don't you dare..., while a small but not insignificant voice also came up like 'Why not?! There's nothing you haven't seen yet...'

One bashful *cough* later, they take their assigned place - right in the middle of the two women, mind you! - and trying hard to play it cool as they poured a copious amount of cream into the blackest tea there can be. Their gaze switches between Zephy and Morgana back and forth, obviously feeling quite and utterly torn. The mythic maestro receives a genuinely apologetic look of "I'm so sorry I'm putting you through this...", while Morgana... receives a tender smile and a gentle stroke of her cheek with the back of Bernhard's natural hand (the blush is still apparent). "What a, uhm... pleasant suprise to see you this early... *looking away again, posture strenghtens* But, why are you here? Morgana, sweetheart, I am BUSY and OCCUPIED with important business, and f...frankly not in the mood, please..."

Bern's tone of voice of voice wasn't scolding or rebuking, no. Just...honestly wondering. Bit of a stupid question also, since Bernhard's got the feeling he knows why she's here.

Your most Fae and whimsical and vexing 'ally' could help but giggle in delight as you tried to avert your gaze, finding your bashfulness immensely adorable. 

"Why the fuss, do you avert your eyes a must? Is my brightness, eversoft luminescence, so Captivating you tear away thy gaze? Oh wow is me, you wound me so!"

She places a dainty hand on her forward, as if t swoon, leaning back in her chain and causing her to tilt ever so slightly, revealing even more of her legs from underneath the table. 

"Oh quit it with the theatrics already, ya monochromatic bitch, and get this 'sweet and neat sonjorn' over with already!"

Morgana huffed at that, sitting back down with a tut.

"Sour, not sweet, and so very spicy and bitter as always, my dear Zephy."

"Get Ferrothron shoved up your arse, you distorted psychopath."

"You would savor the most thorny path, dancing along with bleeding feet and full of Spite all the live long way."

"Says the one that can't speak more than three words without twisting themselves into soft pretzal."

"Hmpt. Of course, indeed, yes, goes the one to paint and doodle and trace and Sketch mess after scrawl after poor templates."

"Like your tea parties are any better."

"I say !"

.....Aaaaaand the two are bickering like a old couple that refuses to get a divorce, no matter how much they hate each other. You heave a sigh before you take your place and prepared your meal, going unnoticed as your partners continued their bitter feud. Most other men would be downright Grass Green with Envy at two magical ladies fighting over them, but the reality is that it is exhausting to deal with most of the time and dangerous the other. By the Powers of Magic that be, save him from this acrimony! 

Once you get settled in, you do indeed catch the Flowery Fae enchantress' attention, causing her to break off from her arguing and simply melt into your touch, trailing an wandering hand underneath your chin in turn. Zephy, meanwhile, groans and makes a gagging motion before rolling her eyes and picks angrily at her breakfast.

"Oh, yes, verily so, your touch so does sooth my weary soul. If only I could carry you around, shrink you down to be but a Maus, to scurry and play to waylay my dreay days."

"Urrrrgh. Get to the point before you two make me sick."

"*Huffs* Rushing perfection, setthing the stage so plain....poor taste, squandering paints, Zephy. *Looks to you* But yes, verily, I do come for a reason. Or don't you remember, is your mind's realm bee robbed by the restless spirits abroad? A refresher, allow me to give, hand in hand..."

With a flourish of her hand, she laid her palm flat on yours - and with a wiggle of her fingers and a wink she moved it away, revealing a Friend Pokeball in the center of yours.

" 'Give me a Day and a Night, and ye shall receive it, my Dear Breeze~'  *Heartfelt, closed eye smile* Your rightful Boon, a treasure most dear, representing the bond we share. Awhile it took, to decide upon the perfect nook, representing us and all we took, but believe I do that this little one shall do." 

Awe and fluttering in your heart, you carefully pulled up the holographic interface of the Friend Ball to discover what she got....

....And it was none other than a Spritzee, and a little guy at that. Looking at his data closely....

Stats: Same as in Corebook
Specialties: Channel 2, Evade 1, Alert 1, Magic 1, Nature 3, Allure 1
Better Defensive Stat: INS
Moves: Fairy Wind, Acid, Spellbind* , Sweet Scent, Aromatherapy, Draining Kiss, After You, Protect
Ability: Intoxicate - All Special Moves this Mon uses has a 3D6 Chance to Badly Poison a Target; against Targets that are already Poisoned, Reduce their Accuracy, Insight, and Damage by 2/1/1 against you and  SPE - 3 other allies of this Mon's/User's Ability. Increase End of Round Poison Damage by at min. 1 (Scales with size and health, as well as PDs), and the negative effects of Poison and Fairy Type Moves while Targets are Poisoned are stronger. Scent Scent, Aromatherapy, and Follow Me have been enhanced or altered - experiment later to see how! Makes user Immune to intoxication, but not Poisoning.
Spellbind*: Magic Grapple + DoT + 3D6 for a Random Status Effect, SPE + 1 Damage
Surprises!: Wouldn't you like to know, dear?
etc.. (More to be revised later, when re-energized


Amazing. Truly Amazing. 

Morgana gives you an expectant smile, obviously wanting to know what you think of this little ball of pink fluff. What to say  say indeed... ."

What says you to this gift most gracious, Bernard...?

...Dear heavens above and hells below.

By everything that's divine and mythical.

Ruh roh.

The day...surely does start eventful in every way possible for the stern and oh-so-composed Magus.

Whyyy, oh WHY... (ノ_<。)

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Immediately upon Morgana feinting being wounded and 'oh woe is me~', Bernhard averts his gaze BACK at her, as if to say 'No, do not be! I did not mean to...' - and just as immediately he regrets-appreciates due to the tasteful revelation of more. Damn... Mentally he flinches away, but just as well he feels captivated, whether he wanted or not, regardless how much he did not want to acknowledge it. The flustered coyness and embarassment within him rises even further, that goes without saying...

Thankfully(!) Zephy intercepted and put a halt to things, even if it was in an unpleasant way aka via starting an argument and fight with her AGAIN. It being exhausting to deal with most of the time - at others, blatantly dangerous for both Bernhard AND Zephy themselves - was a stark understatement of the year, Bern feels like they'll never get used to being witness to and in between it. And frankly he fears getting used to it, because one misstep or interception at the wrong time might spell DOOM for their treasured artistic partnermon! No amount of the finest tea there can be could make this morning any less unpleasant, or so it feels for Bernhard in combination with still lingering exhaustion, being still magic-locked and therefor more vulnerable, and having the fateful delivery of a brewed up alchemistic creation on a cursed young girl.

Still he eventually speaks up, eventually having seen enough of it.


To Zephy:

She receives a frown, in addition to that apologetic look from previously - because frankly Bernhard's not too pleased with her and how she's behaving. "Oh you, Zephy, my treasured and destined partner..." *, suffering sigh, natural hand on forehead, while the other (the gauntlet'ed one) continues to pour cream into tea* "...We've TALKED about this. Numerous times, if you do happen to recall. You are...free and open to dislike and hate dear Morgana, this is okay and fine and I am none to blame you for it, but PLEASE do mind your language towards her, especially while I am present. *unimpressed staaaare* You are hurting someone I care about, which is not acceptable and will not be tolerated, as much as I value you, hold you dear and am ever grateful to be with you... I do not want something foul to happen to you, really not, not as long as I am around and able to prevent it. You are too important to me, you see?"
 

To Morgana:

Bernhard's gaze is drawn to her, but he refuses to directly look at her - too coy, too meek, too embarassed! In his mind, 'Don't look' and 'do look' are taking fast turns. "Morgana, my dearest..." *rests head on natural hand and arm, while the other (gauntlet'ed hand) started to stir the tea* "I do.... *cough* appreciate and VALUE your visit, but please save such...things for more..... private times and settings where it's just you and me. Please, not now and definitely not here, I'm here on business... *cough, lowers voice in an attempt to save Zephy what follows* "I... made you promise me something for my own peace of mind, when we... well...*sighhh*...'indulged a desire' the first time after one of the most strenuous meetings of the full Scimitar Council in quiiiite a while has come to an end at last, if you do recall, my dear maiden of flowers and fae..." (read: agreed promise is basically 'what happens in bedroom [both Bern's AND Morgana's], stays in bedroom')


Enough, enough, ENOUGH; Bernhard blatantly hopes that his words towards both will do and put an END at the two's bickering. For now that is.

Onwards to more pleasant (and much less embarassing!) things - the receiving of the promised boon, how could Bernhard ever forget that?~ Hoo hum...~ His gut feeling was right. She wouldn't need to...deliver it personally though, just sending it to him would suffice in his books....

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Truly Amazing was an understandment (again), if Bernhard meekly recriprocating Morgana's heartfelt smile and looking deeply into her pupiless eye was any indication. "Zephy, dear... Please, be so kind and do me a favour, will you? Leave me and Morgana ALONE, for just shortly. I do wish to...express my utter gratitude towards her for a deal carried out fantastically and for a boon most appreciated and valued accepted and received. Please be so kind, won't you...?"

(Caution: Doing so may let things wander into nsfw-territory... Nothing too graphical or outright adult-themed, but still something I wouldn't want to state [and write, oh god!] openly for everyone to see. Via PM it is then, preferably?)