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The Day Has Just Begun - AZOCT Round 1
Maurice stumbled through the factory. He cursed softly as he tripped over yet another loose piece of equipment. The building (it felt more like a continent) seemed empty, but a strange sense of activity suggested the factory was still functional somehow. Even beyond that, he doubted he was the only contestant here, despite having trekked through two of the so-called ‘zones’ without seeing anyone.
He was also usually less of a klutz on missions, but between no backup and a rumbling belly, he was grumpy and less focused. It wasn’t even that he couldn’t see, as a prevailing light kept the environment lit just well enough. Though frankly, Maurice wasn’t sure the light was a benefit. He was rather sick of seeing disused machinery.
Then he came upon a sight that momentarily froze his brain.
In a relatively small room that had seen better days, rebar stuck from several places in the walls. Hung on one such piece of rebar, one that had seemingly been cleaned of du
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Maurice Audition - AngelZoneOCT
Maurice woke to his phone going off. Of course it’s work. How I hate waking to that ringtone. He groaned and pushed himself up in bed to check the time.
“Nine o’clock? They let me sleep for once. Alright, alright. Hello?”
“Good morning, Maurice. I hope you had a restful night.”
“Hello Mór, I’m going to be glad I got that rest soon, aren’t I?”
“Most likely. You’ve been chosen for a rather dangerous mission. We’d like you to meet us downtown at Doug’s Doughnuts and Deli.”
“…why there?”
“The mission…instigator is there. We had to quarantine the area temporarily. Please be prompt. We’ll provide you breakfast.”
She hung up before he could reply. He dropped the phone onto his sheets and rubbed at his eyes. So much for this vacation.
He hauled himself out of bed and down the stairs to take a fast shower. He savored the hot water, fully aware he
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Maurice Pruitt - AngelZoneOCT Character Ref
Name: Maurice Pruitt
Age: 38
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Magical Knight
Height: 6’ 0”
Appearance: Maurice is a black man, six feet tall and broad in the shoulders and chest. His hair falls to his shoulders in dark brown corkscrew coils. His civilian clothes (less important for reference, just a glimpse, I guess) are a plain gray t-shirt, jeans, and sturdy work boots. He also wears a dark green puffer vest, like the one in Back to the Future. In this appearance he also has a simple straight sword and a wooden circle shield, sheath sticking over the left shoulder. He holds swords in his right hand and shields in his left.
His main combat form is deep blue plate armor, from shoulders to toe. There is no helmet. Again a sheath pokes above his left shoulder. The sword is a double-sided blade extending three feet from a plain cross guard. He carries a shield, his greatest tool in his left arm. A kite shield, abou
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Csilla - Character Ref
Full Name: Csilla Halmi  (combined, her name basically translates to Star on the Hill)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Age: 27
Height: 5’4” or ~163 cm
Weight: 155 lbs or 70 kg
Appearance: Csilla is a black woman with very dark skin. She has slight muscle definition from visiting a gym two times a week. She also goes running and so keeps trim. She has short, styled brown hair that likes to stick up strangely if she sleeps on it without showering. She's actually allergic to most makeup. This caused her to hate it and hasn't worn any since middle school. She has brown eyes and is wearing contacts. They're almost at the point she'll need to change them out. Good thing she's got simple wire frame oval glasses in a case in her purse.
Outfit: Csilla is currently wearing her work clothes. Fancy yellow shirt, black pants, and slightly dressy red flat shoes. She’s got her purse with her, filled with average
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Fight by the Sea AoM - Round 1
The world faded into view and Glacis took her first look at her new location. The stone floor of the chamber she’d been in was now a completely different composition and not even under her feet. She was in a small, circular room with only one exit to provide light into the enclosure.
“I’ll have to remember to figure out which elements are used in that transportation spell, that could be useful. Clearly it wasn’t just one element. Ah, well, let’s see where I am.”
She left the room and followed a narrow hallway for a short while before it opened up into a decently sized grotto. Her pathway and one mirroring it descended along the outside walls where they extended out to meet a stone walkway rising out of the water. Laid out like a wheel, the stone protrusion was connected to a hub pillar in the center by four arcing bridges. At the center of this pillar was a brightly burning brazier. Glacis thought she could feel its heat from where she stood, but rea
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All for Dome, Dome for All - Round 5
Pike and Billy spoke with Avidan for a while. Avidan was nice and the things he talked about were expanding their view of the Domers in general. In a lull of conversation the three heard pounding footsteps and then six people stormed into the room brandishing huge wrenches and hammers and pliers and things. The one in front shouted at them.
“You Outers better let our friend go, or we’ll let you have it!”
Rather brave, considering Billy was in the room. Even sitting he made the room feel smaller. Before Billy or Pike could react, both who sat stunned at the entrance, Avidan leaned back in his chair without worry, arms behind his head.
“I didn’t realize we were friends, Leto. As I recall, you’ve had it out for me ever since I got the beacon job before you.” Leto flushed brightly and scowled as he lowered his makeshift weapon to point at Avidan.
“Shut up, that job should have been mine and you know it.” Another Domer spoke up, tapping
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OC Love List Meme
1.Libralma
2.Thia
1. First question, who are you?
I’m Libralma. I’m an elven woman.
2. Now who is your partner?
My, uh, partner, is Thia, the very pretty human woman over there.
3. The fun part now! What was your first impression of your partner?
I wondered how a scrawny thing like her was going to be of any help in a fight. And then she had to go and magically blast the one goblin I didn’t see that was going to take a chunk out of my neck with an axe.
4. Now what is your current thought of your partner?
She has strength I can’t see or understand, and she’s so smart. Did I mention pretty earlier? I think I did, but I’ll say it now too. I love being around her, and she’s just so kind, despite what life threw at her.
5.If your relationship doesn't work out, do you think you two can still be friends?
I don’t think we have to worry about it not working out, don’t tell anyone, but…nah, secr
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Exploration - Round 4
The night sky was full of stars, but no moon. It was the ideal time for Pike to remove her goggles, improving her vision in general and allowing her peripheral vision to make a comeback. She tore them off her face with an exaggerated sigh. Like stretching after a long nap, the act left her feeling content in a way she hadn’t felt since before leaving home for the contest. It’s so nice to not have these pressing against my face.
She’d been watching the Dome for a while from relative cover, searching for security patrols. In that time she’d seen and heard nothing. Not a trace of drones to mar the unbroken sky. Their absence was infuriatingly suspicious. She grit her teeth at it, but she’d have to risk it.
Pike moved with incredibly clumsy stealth across the intervening ground between her hiding spot and the wall. She reached it alive and so counted it as good fortune.
She sidled along the wall until she found the exhaust vent she’d watched all d
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Fog - Round 3
“There, there! Keep going!”
“Where?”
“There! The dump truck! Climb into it!”
“I’m not climbing into trash and filth!” A shove onto a ladder left her little choice.
“They were used for construction, not garbage. Shut up and get in there!” A boot connected with a snapping muzzle. It snarled at her, undeterred, but it was enough time to climb after the other woman. She’s stopped when her head collided with a butt.
The butt shrieked.
“Ah! Stop that! It’s me! Why haven’t you gotten in?”
“It’s a sizable drop, I might break my legs.”
“Get in already!”
“My bones fracture easily! It’s a miracle they didn’t break from all that running!” Pike sighed and pushed on the butt above her.
“Fine. Move over.” She scooted to the side, keeping her balance on the edge with her legs dangling inside.
Pike clambered inside, mumbling to herself about f
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Hallucinations - Round 2 (Unfinished)
“Pike…”
Her eyes felt heavy under her goggles. She struggled to raise her eyelids.
“Pike…”
“Who is…calling me? Who are you?” Her eyelids moved and a shadowy figure reached for her. It retracted its arm and backed away before touching her. Confused and hazy, Pike tried to reach after it, only for her eyes to snap fully open as her arm refused to move. There was no one standing before her. Realizing she was lying down, she lifted her head to look at her left arm.
Thank goodness, it’s not paralyzed, just tied down.
More troubling was the patch of dried blood at her elbow. She shouldn’t have lost that much blood and still be alive. The right was clean, but just as strapped down as the left. Each was held in place by a brown strap with a bronze-colored buckle. If she strained the straps gave a little, but they were secured to the table and her arms would break before they would. They’d also taken her tool belt.
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Pike's Fun(?)house - Round 1
Pike stood next to her opponent before the entrance of an old-style funhouse. The wooden archway was painted to resemble the gaping maw of a laughing clown. The once white face paint is now an ashen color. The wood behind one of his eyes has rotted and fallen out, leaving it sunken and hollow looking.
“Funhouse?” scoffed Pike. “How did the people of old see this as anything but terrifying?” She shook her head and rubbed her goosebump covered arms. Whelk tried to appear aloof, but his unwillingness to look directly at the entrance betrayed how disturbed he was. He pointed to the words spelled out across the clown’s teeth.
“Can you read? What does that say?” She squinted to see the words through her lenses.
“It says ‘Uncle Phil’s Funhouse.’ Whose uncle? That’s weird.” He shook his head.
They’d both shown up to this location as they were told, just before dusk. Pike had recoiled at the shadows the building
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Let Me In - Pike
Character’s Name: Pike
Age: 32
Gender:  Female
Clan:  She grew up with her family among the Nomads, but joined the Socratics at 19 when she became fascinated by machines.
Genetic Deficiency or Mutation:  Pike has had a growing sensitivity to light all her life. Bright light, which for her is almost all light, causes her great pain. She either must find something to cover her eyes or a dark place to hide. At first she could handle being in broad daylight without protection, but then needed at least a head covering. Now she’s downgraded to having some sort of shades over her eyes in any kind of light. She wears goggles with lenses made from a welding mask. Unfortunately, goggles being what they are, means that Pike has no peripheral vision in light. At night she’s just fine though if not around torches or fires.
She also has hemophilia, causing her great issue if she begins to bleed. Since an incident in her childhood wh
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NOCT2 R5 With the Fanged Spirit vs Dialga
Jack had been preparing for his next match when Celebi’s message hit him on a psychic wavelength. His mind reeled at the implications and he fell to the ground from both shock and the mental intrusion.
Dory pulled him upright as he realized the murder they’d done, for nothing. There had never been a reason for everyone here to struggle and lose so much. Dialga had ruined their lives for his own sick purposes.
He turned to his Pokémon, who were all looking expectantly.
“Did all of you hear that?” A nod from each. “Then how about we go show Dialga what it’s like to be in a fight you didn’t want? Let’s make him fight for his life.” He turned and ran for the arena, his friends behind him.
He entered from the stadium seats, the battleground below him. The other trainers and their Pokémon were charging in too. Everyone wanted a piece of their tormentor. With a small army arrayed against him, Dialga started looking small himself.
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Post R4 Extra
Jack was back in his empty vendor’s hallway, digging through his bag. His Pokémon were resting nearby, Portent and Dory recovering from their last battle. It had taken three hours, but three hours well spent to massage the lingering electricity from Portent’s muscles.
The Absol was relaxing now, but Jack had seen the sorrow in her eyes after she’d killed a second time. A second friendship she’d ended with her horn. The Night Slash had only meant to be a warning to push the Froslass back so she and Dory could focus on the Lopunny. However, the Icy-type had bravely stood her ground, determined to help her teammate. Such courage had cost her life.
Watching a Ghost-type die was haunting. There’s no blood, no corpse. They just sort of…fade away. This one faded from the wound outward, disappearing slowly from her chest up and down. That there was not even a body that could be buried had left Jack feeling hollow. Detached, he hardly noticed when his op
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NOCT2 R4 Vs. Aki
Jack couldn’t help airing his grievance out loud for once.
“Of course we got this arena this round instead of the next one. You know, when Ayessel and Lumi would have been awesome at it. And we still can’t use Dig.” Dory and Portent game him a mildly offended look.
“Sorry, but you two aren’t the most agile when it comes to multi-level terrain. You know that. If this were a cliff face, I wouldn’t worry about you Portent. You’re nimble enough to jump from perch to perch without trouble. But these huge gaps…”
He trailed off as he surveyed the battlefield again. He had some ideas, but they’d only really work if his Pokémon stuck together. This arena and the challenges of a double battle were going to make that difficult. Movement at the far end drew his attention to his just arriving opponent.
I’ve got to stop showing up so early. They’re going to think I’m eager for this kind of fight.
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Maurice stumbled through the factory. He cursed softly as he tripped over yet another loose piece of equipment. The building (it felt more like a continent) seemed empty, but a strange sense of activity suggested the factory was still functional somehow. Even beyond that, he doubted he was the only contestant here, despite having trekked through two of the so-called ‘zones’ without seeing anyone.

He was also usually less of a klutz on missions, but between no backup and a rumbling belly, he was grumpy and less focused. It wasn’t even that he couldn’t see, as a prevailing light kept the environment lit just well enough. Though frankly, Maurice wasn’t sure the light was a benefit. He was rather sick of seeing disused machinery.

Then he came upon a sight that momentarily froze his brain.

In a relatively small room that had seen better days, rebar stuck from several places in the walls. Hung on one such piece of rebar, one that had seemingly been cleaned of dust, was a very fine coat. Finer than any he’d seen in person before. It was a deep red in color. Black cuffs and collar accented with bright blue lines drew his eyes.

But the question remained, what was it doing in such a place.

Finally, years of training kicked in and he spun on the spot, raising the wooden shield as he went. He roared a mighty battle cry as he reached for his sword.

“DISTRACTION!”

His shield collided with and knocked away two metallic hands. Their owner jumped back and just looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“What? That’s what it was.”

There was a yellow glow from under the creature’s collared green and white vest. Blue trousers covered his legs, holsters on the outside of the thighs, and black boots on his feet. Robotic arms rose to what Maurice would call mid-bicep. Above that was a muscular shoulder pinkish brown in color.

The face now glaring at him was avian in appearance. It was covered in feathers the same color as the flesh of his arms. Thick expressive eyebrows crested dark red eyes with yellow pupils. The face literally came to a point at the end of a large, cruelly sharp beak. A sort of feathery goatee hung from its underside.

Maurice kept his guard up as he addressed the being.

“So, you’re one of the others recruited for this idiotic challenge. I can see the glow under your collar there. You can’t honestly expect to change your fate, do you?”

Instead of responding, the bird-person darted forward and threw a punch. Caught off guard by the incivility of no response, the metal fist drove into Maurice’s shoulder. He reeled back, more in shock from the attack rather than pain. The being smirked at him, not bothering to fall into a fighting stance. Maurice rolled his shoulders and squared up his shield.

“Fine. Let’s fight.”

He stepped forward to swing his sword down at his opponent, but he moved too slowly and missed heavily as the birdman moved effortlessly out of the way. A mean chuckle came from his beak before he launched a series of blows that twisted around Maurice’s shield in strange ways. Maurice was able to block one of the blows with a hastily raised shield but couldn’t keep up with the shockingly fast attacks. His shoulder was going to bruise and he’d be feeling sore in his side for days but he wasn’t going to give up so easily.

Maurice moved into his opponents space and thrust with his sword. Blood seeped through the fancy vest as he scored a hit along the creature’s ribs. The blow wasn’t substantial and his opponent simply moved out of reach and held up a finger.

“So, you are capable of using that simple weapon. But you’re clearly no match for me. I should just make this quick.” He reached for a pistol and snapped a cartridge into it. Maurice raised his shield in front of him and channeled his magic into a nearly invisible barrier extending from the wooden edges. He wasn’t worried about simple bullets.

But as the barrel pointed at him and began to glow white hot, Maurice knew he’d underestimated his opponent. At the last second he poured every ounce of magic available to him into the barely corporeal shield as a massive fireball erupted from the weapon. It slammed into him and even through his shield he could feel the massive heat and force that was slowly pushing him back.

The fire disappeared, leaving Maurice breathing heavily. His wooden shield was on the verge of collapse. Even with the magic coursing through it the furious attack had damaged it to the point that Maurice considered throwing the shield away on the spot. His opponent’s eyes were wide in shock at Maurice’s survival. The cartridge ejected with a click, steaming to the ground.

“How in the world –“

Maurice didn’t wait. He wasn’t going to win this fight if he didn’t go all out. He dropped both sword and shield to the ground and brought his feet together. He gripped his right fist loosely in front of his stomach and his left in a slight curl behind his back, facing outward. With both hands in place, he bowed deeply toward this creature that was his foe.

White flames encompassed his body in a flash, low heat flickering at his legs, arms, and chest. He lost sight of the finely clothed cyborg, but only for a moment. The flames died and he raised his new shield into a defensive position, a larger, more impressive blade in his right hand. He was now clad in heavy, blue armor from his neck down. His shield was black with a white tower emblazoned on its face.

His eyebrows fixed into a glare and he advanced. He stomped angrily up to the alien being and slashed at his chest, cutting a deep gash through his vest. Blood quickly soaked into the pale material and coated Maurice’s sword.

The creature cried out in pain and rage and jumped back as far as the small room would let him. He stood with his back to a group of pipes running from the ceiling down through the floor. He looked around for a place to go and settled for ducking behind the pipes near the ground. Maurice heard another cartridge click into place and raised his shield. The pistol whipped around the metal pipes and fired two laser blasts at him. The first dissipated harmlessly on his shield but the second grazed his temple, slicing off a chunk of hair as well.

Damn, this is exactly why other Knights wear helmets.

He rushed forward and stabbed between the pipes, trying and ultimately failing to find purchase on any flesh. He could hear his opponent grunting in effort as he dodged around the sword. The creature erupted from the other side and fired two more shots as he tried to run past Maurice. Both shots were wild and flew past Maurice closely. Maurice lashed out with his shield to strike at him as he fled, but couldn’t quite reach.

He pursued slowly as the creature exited the room. He knew another ambush was likely, but knew he’d have to take it in order to get another attack in. He shook his head in frustration in finding himself being the pursuer. He should have stopped his opponent from fleeing instead of trying to make awkward attacks.

“He’s probably found an advantageous place to fire upon me, and I’m just going to be playing catch up.”

Maurice lumbered into the adjoining room and immediately began searching the catwalks that were now overhead for his absconded opponent. Movement to his right drew his attention, but too late. An overwhelming downward pull centered around Maurice and he had trouble holding on to his weapon and shield. His opponent was standing near him, a smirk somehow across his beak, a baton held out at arm’s length toward Maurice.

“Increased gravity isn’t going to slow me down for long. I’ve fought monsters that had better control of this power than you do.” Maurice slowly lifted his shield above his head, fighting against the immense force. When it was as high as he could get it, he pulled it down hard and pivoted, straining his muscles to keep the shield moving. He slammed the shield into the baton, sending it spiraling out of the stunned creature’s hand. The field vanished and Maurice took the opportunity to strike at his foe.

The attack missed, the alien being just managing to step back with a snarl. He pulled out two pistols and loaded two different cartridges into them. The first pistol raised glowed pink and expanding clear goo shot from the barrel at Maurice. Maurice managed to step out of the shot’s arc, but a wall erupted in front of him, blocking off a direct path to his opponent.

The second pistol fired off a spread of hot metal toward Maurice, though he managed to raise his shield that between that and the new wall, nothing struck home. Maurice wasn’t going to let his opponent get distance on him again.

Maurice kept his shield lifted and pointed with his sword. He focused on the solidity and protection of his shield before dragging his sword point in an imaginary line that bisected the room. A shimmering wall rose from that line, sealing both combatants on one side of the room. There was nowhere to go but through Maurice if his opponent wanted to leave.

Maurice then planted his shield on the top of the now solid and vaulted over it toward his foe, bringing his sword down with his falling motion. The bird-like person tried to cross his arms to block the blow but ended up guiding the blade between them to slash heavily across his chest.

He staggered back in pain only to bump into the wall behind him. He snarled at it but didn’t bother trying to break through it. Instead he violently ejected both cartridges and pointed the seemingly empty weapons at Maurice. Bright lasers burst from the barrels and streaked toward Maurice. The sudden barrage caught the knight off balance, the first shot hitting him hard in the shoulder and actually knocking him back out of the way of the remaining shots.

Before Maurice could regain his stance, his opponent was upon him with arms flailing from bizarre angles and pummeling toward him. Harsh blows rained on Maurice’s armor, denting it in several places but ultimately failing to break through. One blow struck above his armor and he felt his nose break. Blood spewed from the orifice as his opponent leapt over him to try making his way to the door they’d entered through, grabbing his baton as he went.

Even from the ground, Maurice wasn’t going to give up. He stabbed upward at the fleeing creature, hoping to trip him up, but couldn’t quite reach his legs. He rolled over and pushed himself to his feet and pursued his fleeing opponent who had just reached the tunnel between rooms. Maurice charged in, sword swinging and shield raised, only to find his opponent smirking once again at him from the far end of the hallway. His pistol was raised and was beginning to glow white.

“Shit! No way to dodge!”

Maurice raised his shield before him once more, but kept moving forward. Flame billowed forth from the barrel and snarled down the hallway. The impact on his shield nearly sent Maurice sprawling, but he kept his footing and avoided having the flame find a way around his defenses. He could feel the heat seeping in through even his shielding.

He struggled forward, placing one armored foot in front of the other. The force of the inferno was intense, and he wasn’t sure his efforts would change anything. If he couldn’t get close to his opponent with all of his long range weaponry, he would continue taking fire until he’d been defeated or killed. Maurice suspected his opponent was the kind to not leave a breathing opponent behind.

Then the fire died and Maurice nearly fell forward from the lack of resistance. In that instant he realized he was a mere foot from his avian foe. His opponent seemed just as surprised, eyes wide. The barrel of his pistol was inches from Maurice’s face as the swordsman let his shield sink. Maurice heard the trigger click as he lowered his defenses to bring his sword to bear.

He flinched but the barrel emitted nothing but for the vapors from the previous shot. If it was possible, the bird man’s eyes widened further and the pistol dropped from his grip while his other hand reached for the second pistol. Maurice couldn’t let him get another shot off.

His sword came up from his left side and slashed upward across his opponent’s body, leaving the largest gash yet, cutting deep into his chest and shoulder. The creature’s right mechanical arm came forward to strike him, having abandoned reaching for the second pistol. The arm twisted at an angle that a normal elbow could never attempt without breaking.

Maurice was focused now and whipped his shield up to pin the arm against the narrow corridor’s wall. The motion had pivoted his sword arm down, and he now brought the magically sharpened blade up and through the creature’s armpit, severing the arm from the body. A piercing cry came from the cruel beak and he writhed his arm free from behind Maurice’s shield to fall back.

He snarled, briefly grabbing his bleeding stump before reaching blurring into motion. Maurice raised his shield again, but no strike came. The arm was startling quick, whipping to his waist to grab a weapon. Once again, Maurice was face to face with the end of the switch thin baton.

Still within the hallway, there was no escape for Maurice. He felt his knees buckle from the increased gravity. It seemed a stronger force than the one he’d experienced earlier, but then again, he was tired and more injured than he had been then. He managed to not drop further than his knees, but both arms fell to his sides and he felt his energy drain out of him as he fought the downward pull. Every part of him was straining, feeling the immense pressure bearing down on him.

Then the pull ceased.

He was breathing heavily and his nose was bleeding. His arms drooped limply at his sides. The sword was fully out of his grip, while his shield hung barely on his forearm, the grip at his fingertips. He looked up to see the being step forward, his second pistol in his remaining hand. Maurice could see the cartridge in the weapon had the same coloring he’d seen moments before the initial fireball. And for the first time, surprising the warrior, the creature spoke.

“You’re very talented, so I’m not taking any more chances that you’ll survive my next attack. I’m going to eliminate you utterly.” He raised the barrel and pointed it at Maurice’s face.

Maurice could hardly breathe, but he knew there were no more chances. He tried to move his limbs, but they screamed at him in exhaustion. The cylinder started glowing, but he could only kneel and watch his death come. He sucked in one last breath and his shield’s grip caught at his fingers and instinctively, he did the one thing he was best at.

A translucent amber shield flared to life between himself and his executioner just as the supernova flared to life. He could still feel the heat, but it and the force were reflected back. In the narrow hallway it quickly reversed on its source and enveloped him. Painful shrieks erupted as he disappeared from sight behind the wall of fire.

When the fire died the creature had collapsed to the ground, what clothes he was wearing still smoldering. He was still breathing, though the breaths were shallow. There was no motion to stand or even roll over.

Maurice’s shield flickered out of existence and he summoned what strength he had left to stand. The tower shield remained swinging from his forearm, but he’d managed to pick up his sword. He slowly made his way to the being’s side and looked down at him. The pistol was in several charred pieces and the metal arm looked warped in several places from the severe heat. He looked up at Maurice, his eyes pained and tired. Maurice reached out to him, one last time.

“As you said to me, you are too deadly an opponent for me to let live. I will carry your name forward with me, if you wish to be known at the end.” He gripped his sword tight. This had always been the worst part of his career.

The creature raised a singed brow, perplexed by the offer. He licked the edges of his beak, as though to wet them as with lips, but it didn’t seem to do anything. He’d been too cooked for moisture to return so quickly.

“…Cantermean…Jack…”

Each word seemed a struggle, punctuated with a cough, but Maurice heard them. He nodded gravely and raised his blade.

“Farewell, Cantermean Jack,” and brought the blade down.

With the act done, Maurice let go of his power, the armor and his weaponry vanishing in the same white fire that it had come from. He sat heavily against a wall, resting. The room felt barren now that the final act of violence had occurred. On its length of rebar, Cantermean’s jacket had become aflame, having caught just a tongue of fire from his weapon’s discharge. It slowly burned and Maurice let it, a final vigil flame to honor the fallen.

A yellow glow seeped from the corpse of his enemy and floated like liquid to Maurice. He watched as it hovered for a moment over him and then splashed down onto his left shoulder. He pulled back his vest and shirt as the light faded to find a small yellow star tucked into a groove of the large blue one on his shoulder. He let the clothes fall back down and rested his head back on the wall, eyes closing.

“…that sucked,” he whispered to the empty room.
The Day Has Just Begun - AZOCT Round 1
Finished my first round for :iconangelzoneoct: Got it done just in time too. Hopefully it reads well.

Maurice is mine.
Cantermean Jack is :iconsquirrelmaniak:'s
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Maurice woke to his phone going off. Of course it’s work. How I hate waking to that ringtone. He groaned and pushed himself up in bed to check the time.

“Nine o’clock? They let me sleep for once. Alright, alright. Hello?”

“Good morning, Maurice. I hope you had a restful night.”

“Hello Mór, I’m going to be glad I got that rest soon, aren’t I?”

“Most likely. You’ve been chosen for a rather dangerous mission. We’d like you to meet us downtown at Doug’s Doughnuts and Deli.”

“…why there?”

“The mission…instigator is there. We had to quarantine the area temporarily. Please be prompt. We’ll provide you breakfast.”

She hung up before he could reply. He dropped the phone onto his sheets and rubbed at his eyes. So much for this vacation.

He hauled himself out of bed and down the stairs to take a fast shower. He savored the hot water, fully aware he could be missing it for a while. He dressed quickly and grabbed some essentials.

Maurice paused at the door with a snap of his fingers. “Almost forgot.” He ran back upstairs and rapped on his son’s door.

“Aaron? I need to leave for work. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so it’s probably best if you stay with your mother for a while.” There was no response. “Aaron? You need to let me know you understand or I’m coming in to repeat myself and I know you’re not alone in there.” Almost instantly feet padded along the room’s interior and the door opened to reveal a shirtless teenager.

Aaron rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he looked up to his even taller father. Maurice could see a second shape in the bed shift from the sudden disturbance. His son reclaimed his attention.

“I heard, I just wasn’t fully awake yet. No idea about return date?”

“Nope, just got a call this morning that I’ll be heading out, didn’t give me any details.” Aaron nodded around a yawn, trying to keep his eyes open. “So you two should get out of here before too late. Don’t forget to lock up, okay? You need anything before I go?”

“I dunno, cash for lunch, maybe?” Maurice rolled his eyes but pulled out his wallet. Money wasn’t likely to do him much good anyway. He pushed a twenty into the teen’s hand.

“That’s all I’ve got. Gotta run. I love you, son.”

He pulled Aaron’s head forward to kiss his scalp and backed away before he could belatedly swat at him. A mumbled ‘love you, too’ and a shut door sent Maurice on his way.




The entire street corner was blocked off. Others from his organization had put out cones and caution tape to block off the unaware. The sentry nodded at him as he headed for the entrance, and Maurice returned the gesture.

Mór turned as his entrance triggered an old-fashioned bell above the door.

“Thank you for coming on short notice. I know you were supposed to be on vacation. If this wasn’t time sensitive, we would have called someone further out for this mission.” He waved it off.

“I understand how it goes. Just show me what this is. I’m assuming it’s whatever is glowing over there.”

“You assume correctly.”

In the center of several disturbed and overturned chairs and tables floated a five pointed star. He blinked as the figure seemed to be out of phase with reality. No matter which angle he looked at it, the five pointed star remained facing him. It was rather disturbing to watch. Without taking his eyes off it he spoke over his shoulder to Mór.

“I’m assuming the quarantine because everyone could see it?”

“Yes. It seemed to slam down from the ceiling without breaking through it with a flash. People went running before most could get a good look at it. Your mission partner was passing by when the incident happened. He rushed inside, expecting a monster or the like, only to be confronted with that thing.”

“I was wondering if I’d be working solo. Who found it?”

She wasn’t given the opportunity to answer when his partner emerged from the building’s kitchen, an éclair in his hand. Maurice’s eyes widened in surprise. This man was one of the strongest Nexus in the organization, members whose skills were entirely composed of magical might. He was slim and dressed in casual clothes, though Maurice could see a magical focus sticking out from an inner pocket of his jacket.

“Egilhard? What were you doing just passing by? You don’t live in this area, do you?” Egilhard smirked and sucked cream off a finger.

“My niece lives here. I’ve been visiting her for the last week. Maurice Pruitt, right? I’ve heard some good things about you.” Maurice was slightly speechless at the compliment, but managed to thank the man. Mór brought them back on topic.

“Would you fill Maurice in on what occurred after you confronted the aberration?” Egilhard nodded and began pacing as he explained.

“When I approached the star a hologram was projected above it. A woman with angel-like wings-“

“Oh great, angels.” Maurice interrupted. Egilhard shot him a look. “Sorry, please continue.”

“Anyway, she introduced herself as Doctor Ametsuchi, the creator of magic and researcher of the universe. It was not a communication, merely a recording and it continued immediately. She offered me the chance to choose my own destiny, but that there was a trial to overcome before I could be granted this gift. She warned that the odds at returning were low, but that I could bring one other with me to help in this endeavor. To accept her offer, we’ll have to touch the star at the same time.” Maurice furrowed his brow.

“Why is this worth our time? Besides not letting a civilian be dragged into a dangerous situation, is this really the organization’s concern?” Mór stepped up next to Egilhard to respond.

“It is the organization’s opinion that we compete as to keep…unsavory types from achieving this gift. Consider some of the villains you’ve faced, would you want them choosing to become immortal? You’ll be going in to prevent others from gaining that kind of ability. We’ve prepared you a disguise, of sorts.”

She produced from a pocket a small bag. Maurice could see the magic swarming it. Though the bag fit easily in her palm, she pulled out a circular shield that had to have been a foot across, followed by a three foot straight sword in its sheath. She handed the arms to Maurice who took them and equipped them with practiced ease.

“These are decent. I can see they both have durability spells on them, but why do I have these when my transformation gives me better weapons?” Mór crossed her arms at him.

“As I said, they’re a sort of disguise. Until you really need it, you’re to keep your true strength a secret. You’ll wear these as part of your civilian role. They should suffice for a while. Does that satisfy you?” He nodded his understanding. “Then, if there aren’t any other questions, we should feed you and you two will be sent on your way.”

The sound of shattering glass drew their attention away from thoughts of food. Through the deli’s front window burst a scaly beast. Maurice could see the startled sentries outside. They’d clearly been caught off guard. Covered in spikes and teeth and claws, the reptilian Giessord paused at the sight of the three of them. Maurice could guess what it was here for.

Giessord teeth and claws could draw blood and do real damage, though most of them were ethereal and used to acquire their true diet. Instead of meat, a Giessord eats destiny. They will rip the most important moments of your to-be-life and consume it. They usually only go after solitary targets because despite their thorniness and their crocodilian size and shape, they are poor combatants, preferring sneak attacks.

It must have smelled the star and the destiny simply oozing out of it and made a beeline for it. But it wasn’t counting on us standing between it.

Mór wasn’t a top ranked specialist like Egilhard, but the creature had a fight coming, one it would lose. It seemed to realize it had burst into a room full of trouble and decided to try simply skirting the threat of violence. It slipped between Mór and Egilhard and thrashed for the star, hoping the strength it bestowed would be enough to survive this encounter.

Maurice stepped between the creature and the star and raised his (rather puny) shield to intercept. The Giessord didn’t pause and instead tried to go around him. In its clumsy efforts, its powerful tail lashed out and struck Maurice across his torso. Unprepared for the unexpected attack, Maurice was thrown back and directly into the floating star.




A flash of light later (that lasted much longer than Maurice thought it should) he landed with a thud on his back hard enough to knock the wind out of him. He could feel grass beneath him, but he took the time for his breath to come back before rising and looking around.

A flash to his left startled him before he can really take in the view. On the back of his left shoulder a bight glow pierced his shirt and vest. He pulled them back to reveal another five-pointed star emblazoned on his skin.

“Okay…” And then he got his first real look at the surrounding landscape.

The first thing he noticed was the green. Really, lots of green. It was quite the contrast to the city he’d just come from. He was in some sort of meadow or prairie. It was flat until the mountains in the distance darted upward. Before them he could see trees in large copses, probably entire woods. As he turned to continue taking in the view he realized he wasn’t alone.

Approaching him was a humanoid draped in a large cloak. She appeared to be female, though he knew better than to make assumptions. Large fox ears crowned her head and he could see a bushy tail slowly sweeping from side to side. Her gait was too confident for her direction to be anything but intentional. She’d known he would be here.

Maybe they could get some answers from her…and Maurice suddenly realized Egilhard hadn’t grabbed the star with him. He was on his own. He muttered to himself.

“Guess I’m not getting the breakfast or backup I was promised.”
Maurice Audition - AngelZoneOCT
This is my audition entry for :iconangelzoneoct:
I'm getting it in barely under the wire, so let's hope it does well. I really like working with Maurice and I hope I get to work with him more.
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Name: Maurice Pruitt

Age: 38

Species: Human

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Magical Knight

Height: 6’ 0”

Appearance: Maurice is a black man, six feet tall and broad in the shoulders and chest. His hair falls to his shoulders in dark brown corkscrew coils. His civilian clothes (less important for reference, just a glimpse, I guess) are a plain gray t-shirt, jeans, and sturdy work boots. He also wears a dark green puffer vest, like the one in Back to the Future. In this appearance he also has a simple straight sword and a wooden circle shield, sheath sticking over the left shoulder. He holds swords in his right hand and shields in his left.

His main combat form is deep blue plate armor, from shoulders to toe. There is no helmet. Again a sheath pokes above his left shoulder. The sword is a double-sided blade extending three feet from a plain cross guard. He carries a shield, his greatest tool in his left arm. A kite shield, about two feet from top to bottom. The face is black and has a white castle tower centered on it.

Likes: Helping those in need, self-sacrificing characters (a little too much), men and women and…people, really. Ice cream.

Dislikes: Being mistaken for evil (due to humans not commonly having magic), having the attention of beings stronger than him. Angels and Demons, both have a tendency to attack him on sight. What ice cream does to his digestive system.

Strengths: Sword work, defensive fighting and magics, halting advances, high moral code – will not strike a defenseless or surrendered target (but knows that’s not always a constant state)

Weaknesses: Will not give up protecting, even at great personal risk. Lactose intolerant. Needs to ‘transform’ in order to get equipment (though skill helps when he is ‘gear-less.’ Not great at any magical skill except for defensive. Is mostly magicless outside his armor. Has no ranged weaponry or magical abilities.

Abilities: Maurice is a master swordsman. If given a sword, he can wield it. He has middling skill with other weapons, and has no experience with ranged weapons. He has terrible aim. Even outside his armor, he is a formidable opponent in melee combat.

His shield provides him with a vast array of abilities, many of which pair with his armor. The armor has the passive ability to protect the wearer from spells cast on an area or a group. Since these aren’t specifically aimed at Maurice, they are diffused, being weaker per person. He’d be more susceptible to these kinds of spells outside his armor.

The armor is also useful against targeted spells. It won’t disperse the attack entirely, but helps resist them. This is, of course, dependent on the spell’s strength and also the strength of the caster. Most commonly though, the wearer will need to fuel the defensive capabilities with their will to make them stronger or to cast their own defensive spells.

The shield is similar, but is strongest against targeted attacks the caster is aware of and can block. Maurice is capable of creating energy shields at varying sizes and shapes, each requiring different amounts of energy. This includes walls, extensions to his shield and armor, and the good old fashioned bubble shield. Most of these energy shields steal kinetic energy, halting physical attacks, though they are useful for deflecting magical attacks as well. The kinetic energy is turned into other types of energy, usually light that flashes through the shield, gaining brightness the stronger the attack.

However, he is poor at casting magical attacks, preferring to use his sword. The closest he gets is a spell that pulls an opponent’s attention to him, basically pulling aggro. This said, his magical defenses are superb, and he can still do with ease the spells used to teach apprentices to access their magic. He can make light and create a fire starting spark, can increase his vision and hearing (though these come with the downside of potentially being too sensitive if still active). These he can do with or without his armor, but anything more strenuous requires his suit or shield as a focus.

Maurice also makes excellent chicken parmesan.

Personality: Maurice loves to laugh at his son’s jokes, and those of his friends, but is otherwise a sober man. He gets jokes (slowly sometimes), but refrains from telling them, as he gets nervous and ruins the delivery. He’s not unhappy or upset or mean, just has a neutral expression unless an emotion explodes past its natural limits. Usually great joy or fear or rage.

He dislikes waking before he’s ready. His body has gotten used to waking up and he’s ready to go, but wake him up early and he’ll be sluggish and irritable for the next hour. Expect a lot of exaggerated sighs.

If he feels threatened, Maurice’s stance will change to one ready for a fight, whether he’s wearing armor or not. If he feels you’re threatening anyone he considers family, he’s not waiting. The fight is coming to you.

He’s confident in a fight, of his magic and his skills, but when it comes being a father, he’s always second guessing himself. Is he around enough? Is he reliable? His son and his son’s mother would answer yes, but this uncertainty makes him strive to be better. It makes him better at his job, too, as one determination flows into the other.

Bio: Maurice has been a member of a quiet organization spanning his world for twelve years, keeping the population safe from magical or supernatural threats. A Filter exists that keeps the majority of people from seeing or even perceiving, these threats or anything magical. It keeps them safe from seeing things they can’t comprehend or are unprepared for. Maurice’s job as a Magical Knight is to hunt down threats and put an end to them. His only regret is the job often leaves him far from home, unable to be the father he thinks he needs to be, despite his son, Aaron, and Aaron’s mother disagreeing. Both see him as the hard-working, reliable, supportive father he is. Aaron’s romantic partners would appreciate it if Maurice was gone more often than he is truly is.

A Magical Knight wears sturdy armor and wields a weapon and commonly a shield, though some go without one. All armor is magical, and is summoned through a transformation pose. Unfortunately this means that if a Knight is attacked sans armor, they must summon it mid-battle. Not the easiest task. Each Knight creates their own armor to their own fighting and magical style. Maurice has crafted his to work defensively, allowing him several unique abilities and makes him a difficult opponent to crack. His transformation pose is a bow at the waist with his feet together, right hand clenched lightly on his stomach and his left resting loosely on his back, palm out. A white flame flashes over his body and when it disperses after a moment he’s bedecked in deep blue armor, runes engraved into its surface. A long sword is held in his right hand and a metal kite shield is now strapped to his other hand. A sheath for the sword can be seen on his back jutting above his left shoulder.

He wasn’t hired to fight because of peaceful times. He’s fought undead creatures, demons, angels, vampires, werewolves, creatures humans haven’t named because they didn’t know of their existence. Every fight has strengthened his resolve to protect the world, just as his skills are strengthened. Most of the time he’ll be part of a team taking on problems, but he’s no slouch on his own. He’s at his most powerful when he’s defending a position or a target, standing firm until allies have escaped or until help arrives. He’s been called selfless, but also a glory hound by those who view him less favorably.

A member of his organization was sent an invitation, and after hearing the message the organization decided to send a team of two to investigate, uncomfortable with the idea of any one individual being in complete control of their fate. Maurice was recruited to be one half of this team, heavy support for a Nexus, an entirely magic based member of the organization. His skills put him high on the list for choices, the fact that he lived five blocks from the invitation’s location moved him to the top. With his skill and with backup, what could go wrong?
Maurice Pruitt - AngelZoneOCT Character Ref
Say hello to Maurice, everyone. I finally got him 'done.' We'll see if he stays a character in all of this.

For :iconangelzoneoct:
Artwork done by :iconmacabreaustererelume:  Much thanks for their patience.
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Full Name: Csilla Halmi  (combined, her name basically translates to Star on the Hill)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Age: 27

Height: 5’4” or ~163 cm

Weight: 155 lbs or 70 kg

Appearance: Csilla is a black woman with very dark skin. She has slight muscle definition from visiting a gym two times a week. She also goes running and so keeps trim. She has short, styled brown hair that likes to stick up strangely if she sleeps on it without showering. She's actually allergic to most makeup. This caused her to hate it and hasn't worn any since middle school. She has brown eyes and is wearing contacts. They're almost at the point she'll need to change them out. Good thing she's got simple wire frame oval glasses in a case in her purse.

Outfit: Csilla is currently wearing her work clothes. Fancy yellow shirt, black pants, and slightly dressy red flat shoes. She’s got her purse with her, filled with average purse things. You know, cell phone, keys, there’s a granola bar or two in there, maybe a water bottle, a tazer, lots of lint, you know, regular things.

Likes: Biology, nature, pizza at 3am, finally getting off of work, pretty girls she can get wrapped up in a conversation with until they need pizza at 3am.

Dislikes: Double shifts, ultimately the city (even though she moved there when her friend asked), bad tippers, and feeling afraid (it sets her anxiety to eleven and makes her angry at herself for being afraid)

Personality: A lot depends on the circumstance. She’s very good at reading situations and her own mood. She’s wary, not quick to trust, but will gladly take a risk for those she trusts and loves. She’s honest, but not to a fault. She’ll lie if telling the truth seems dangerous or won’t actually benefit anyone. While she’s not the most observant person, especially about the obvious, once she focuses on something she’ll notice everything that might be related to it. She tends to become hyper focused on problems she thinks needs solving. If it’s a matter of biology, her curiosity may overwrite her instincts to run from danger. She’s simply too interested in the field.

Csilla can tune out people’s need for sympathy, not intentionally, but sometimes she’s not that receptive to it. She’s loyal until she’s under extreme stress, and she’ll give out information immediately, just to make it stop. She’ll always feel guilty about this, but can’t help feeling relieved. She always wants to help those in trouble, but usually finds herself unable to do so because of lack of means. She tends to express her positive emotions more frequently, usually locking her negative ones away so she’s the only one to know about them. But…there’s only so much stress one psyche can take, and the emotional dam will buckle.

Best Feeling: Finally figuring out an answer to a problem that’s been bugging her for months. Either that or waking up being the little spoon.

Worst Fear: She fears losing everything she’s worked toward. The world is an uncertain place, and it’s not exactly kind to people like her.

Occupation: Works at a restaurant, usually working closing shifts. Not exactly what she wants to be doing, but working at Terrabloom as a full time waitress pays the bills while she tries to find a job more suiting her. She’d much rather put her biology degree to work.

Back story: Not much of a back story for a normal girl. She grew up loving nature and trying to figure things out as she discovered more. She was always covered in dirt from chasing animals unsuccessfully or digging up plants.

She has two older sisters, each a bit older than her. They were gone at college as she entered high school. And they were also the first ones she told about being gay. Their only response was to ask, ‘Who’s the lucky girl?’ Teasing aside, they accepted her and kept on like nothing had changed.

Unfortunately, due to some rather hateful remarks from her parents, her sisters were the only family members she told. Meeting up with them is awkward now. They keep asking about boys. Ugh.

She entered college and excelled in biology courses, earning top marks in them. She was always excited to learn more, disgusting her less studious dorm mates by researching things outside of class work. She graduated with honors, and found that getting a job in her field was difficult without the years of experience all those hiring seemed to want. A friend from college needed a roommate when she moved to the city and Csilla was her first choice. Csilla leapt at the chance, eager to escape her parents’ house and what she saw as a dark place for her.

Once in her new apartment, Csilla quickly realized any money she’d had saved up was going to vanish quickly. She went out looking for work and found Terrabloom. The name stuck out to her, and apparently she stuck out from many waitress applicants. Liselot Faucheux hired her nearly on the spot and while it wasn’t exactly exciting, Csilla was glad for the work.

Several years later, and several rejected resumes to labs, Csilla still works at Terrabloom and feels worn down. She’s recently begun dating a girl she met while out with her friends, but it’s hardly serious yet. While this is a bright spot, Csilla wonders if things are going to take a turn for the better any time soon.

Weapons: Living in the city has taught her caution, mostly out of paranoid thoughts late at night. She has a fair sized can of mace on her car keys, and a taser in her purse. Neither have a lot of uses before they become hunks of metal, but they might be of use for a little while. She also happened to be holding onto a powerful weapon as she was brought to the Woods, her mighty Death Frisbee! Enemies beware, indeed.

Fighting Style: Once, in college, her dorm hosted a self-defense course for women. Csilla eagerly attended, intent on learning the martial arts to defend herself against all comers! While it wasn’t quite that…extensive, the lessons were useful. But the course only lasted three hours and there was never a follow up, so…she has little practical skill in fighting. None, beyond seeing demonstrations.
Csilla - Character Ref
Finally finished this, please let me know if there's anything you're confused by or is unclear so I can address it, thank you.

For :icondreamwoods-oct:
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Stolen from :iconkrisantyne:

RANDOM.ORG AND RANDOMPOKEMON.COM
AND GO

You started your Pokémon journey:
1) At age 10.
2) At age 15.
3) After finishing high school.
4) After finishing college.
5) As far back as you can remember; You grew up in the wilds with Pokémon.
6) No idea; You suffered an accident that erased your previous memory.

Yeah, not even sure where I came from. I hope no one is missing me too much.

The weather was:
1) Sunny.
2) Sunny with some clouds.
3) Cloudy.
4) Rainy.
5) Snowy.
6) A natural disaster.

That's pretty much all I DO remember of my journey's beginning.


You started your journey because:
1) You want to be the very best.
2) You want to catch ‘em all.
3) You want to be a master coordinator.
4) You want to meet many people.
5) You want to discover new Pokémon.
6) You want to explore lost places.

At least, that's what the journal I found in my backpack implies my reason was. Now I don't even know WHAT I want.


Your starter Pokémon is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

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Shiny Furret named Ratko. She's awesome. She likes to ride curled up around my neck.

In the beginning, your starter:

1) Was practically your twin.
2) Became your friend immediately.
3) Liked you.
4) Was wary of you.
5) Disliked you greatly.
6) Tried to kill you.

Well, since she chose me instead of the other way around, I imagine that's true.


The first great obstacle of your journey was:
1) A rival battle.
2) A treacherous route.
3) A wild Pokémon attack.
4) A Pokémon gym.
5) A battle with a criminal team member.
6) A sapling.

Well, since waking up anyway, this may as well be my first obstacle. A rather nasty forest, full of thorns and sudden drops. Not big drops, but ones that send you sprawling.


At this obstacle, the two of you:
1) Triumphed with little resistance.
2) Achieved victory, though it was tough.
3) Won, but just barely.
4) Tied with the opposition.
5) Lost, though you put up a good fight.
6) Failed miserably.

That forest tried to make a fool out of us, but in the end I figured it out, even helping some wild Pokemon there. Which led me to...


The second Pokémon you caught is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Xerneas

the Xerneas named Tamazi. More like Tamazi decided to follow me around, but works with me. They appreciated my efforts to work with the forest, rather than destroy it in my frustration and must have found me intriguing. So they started following me to see what might happen.

Your starter and second Pokémon:
1) Love each other dearly.
2) Are good friends.
3) Get along well enough.
4) Don’t seem to like each other.
5) Ignore each other.
6) Are constantly at each other’s throats.

Tamazi doesn't really care one way or another about Ratko. And Ratko steadfastly ignores Tamazi, though she curls up tighter around my neck when Tamazi draws near. I think she's a little intimidated by the impressive fairy type.


When the sun begins to set, you:
1) Set up camp immediately.
2) Make a fire. You need nothing else.
3) Watch the sunset.
4) Keep walking. A lack of sun makes no difference to you.
5) Break into a run, hoping to find shelter before nightfall.
6) Pick up camp. You only travel at night.

We break out of the forest just as night is arriving. I consider moving on, but the view is just fantastic. So we pause to take in the day turning to dusk.

You pass through civilization:
1) Often enough to keep your electronics charged.
2) At least once a week.
3) If it happens to be on your way.
4) Occasionally, but only for supplies.
5) Rarely, and only on the outskirts.
6) Never.
Tamazi doesn't really like cities. They make them uncomfortable. So when I do go into town for supplies, they wait well back for me to return.

Your third Pokémon is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)


Ho-oh
Um, so Legendaries seem to like me. This is Thorstein, the Ho-oh. Thorstein and Tamazi seemed to have a little squabble when Thorstein showed up to follow me, but they've...worked it out? Hopefully? They're ignoring each other, so it's good they're not firing off blasts of energy to establish dominance.

The three Pokémon on your team:
1) Work together flawlessly.
2) Cooperate well, but could use some work.
3) Have moments of synergy, though not often.
4) Try their best, yet are on completely different beats.
5) Constantly work against each other.
6) Blame you for their horrible collaboration.

Yeah...we're kind of a weird group. When things happen they fight together, but they prefer their space.

When the going gets tough:
1) Your team pulls through every time.
2) Your starter carries the weight.
3) You come up with a brilliant solution.
4) You win by hax.
5) You win by dumb luck.
6) You get going the opposite direction.

Not that with two Legendaries hanging around we couldn't handle most trouble, but it's usually the follow up with press and police that we're trying to avoid, since, you know, Legendaries.

Two evolutions have occurred by this point:
1) Starter and 2 evolve.
2) 2 and 3 evolve.
3) 3 and starter evolve.
4) Starter evolves twice
5) 2 evolves twice.
6) 3 evolves twice.

Everyone is either fully evolved or doesn’t evolve at all.

Over time, you find you work best with and mostly train:
1) Grass, Bug, and Poison types.
2) Water, Ice, and Flying types.
3) Fire, Electric, and Fighting types.
4) Ground, Rock, and Steel types.
5) Dark, Ghost, and Psychic types.
6) Normal, Dragon, and Fairy types.

  Thorstein let me ride them ONCE, and it was amazing. It'll never happen again, but I've gained a new respect for the typing and what battle must be like for them. As for the other two, they just kind of speak to me.


Your fourth Pokémon (type #1) is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)


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Shiny Empoleon named Cadeyrn.

Your fifth Pokémon (type #2) is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

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Shiny Beartic called Mordikai


Your sixth Pokémon (type #3) is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Skiploom
A Skiploom named Siothrún. Hmmmmmmm

You are offered a trade, and it’s up to you to take it or leave it:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Butterfree
Ecrin the Butterfree is traded for Siothrún. Sorry, but Butterfree are awesome!

Another evolution occurs:
1) Starter evolves.
2) 2 evolves.
3) 3 evolves.
4) 4 evolves.
5) 5 evolves.
6) 6 evolves.

Everyone is still at their highest evolution.

Your team:
1) Is your family.
2) Gets jealous whenever you interact with other trainers.
3) Would protect you from anything.
4) Is loyal to you, but mostly aloof.
5) At least tolerates each of their differences by this point.
6) Is a pretty much a big, chaotic mess.

Surprisingly, everyone has become real warm to each other and to me. At night we all sit around a campfire and relax and look at stars. I may not remember my original home, but this...this is will more than suffice.

You travel mostly by:
1) Well-worn footpath.
2) Overgrown trail.
3) Water.
4) Air.
5) Cave.
6) Wilderness.

  We don't exactly go looking for the easiest paths. There's always adventure to be had in the wild areas of the world.

Another evolution occurs:
1) Starter evolves.
2) 2 evolves.
3) 3 evolves.
4) 4 evolves.
5) 5 evolves.
6) 6 evolves.

Did you know that Xerneas shed their horns? I didn't. They don't do them all at once, but one will break off and regrow larger and then another one. In the course of two weeks their horns fall and new, larger ones replace them. Very strange to witness.


Your journey takes you:
1) Not far from home.
2) Across the region.
3) To another region.
4) Across many regions.
5) Around the world.
6) To places unknown.

Yeah, this got us into trouble more often than not. For example,

The strongest Pokémon you faced in battle on your journey was:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

We stumbled into another dimension thanks to some mischievous Lampents. Inside, using the dimension to augment his powers was this jerk, who promptly tried to eat us.

Image result for shiny dusknoir x and y
Not cool. So began a rather grueling battle, in which the Dusknoir had most of the advantages. It could summon minions and become any size it chose. It was, not a great time. And it ended poorly.

Another evolution occurs:
1) Starter evolves.
2) 2 evolves.
3) 3 evolves.
4) 4 evolves.
5) 5 evolves.
6) 6 evolves.

Thorstein was forced to burn through a great amount of its energy to fight off the Dusknoir, shining brilliantly in the gloomy dimension, though not before a devastating loss.

The event with the greatest impact on you was:
1) Becoming a Pokémon Champion.
2) The grand evolution of a team member in a dire moment.
3) Finding a hidden landmark of great beauty.
4) Encountering a legendary Pokémon.
5) Having an out-of-body experience in a haunted building.
6) Discovering you’re a child of Mew.

  We were led there by Tamazi and Thorstein and that is where we lay her to rest. A fitting place for such a beautiful soul.


The hardest trial you ever faced was:
1) Fighting your rival to become Champion.
2) Realizing just how much you have to walk and still sticking out this whole journey thing.
3) Being lost for weeks.
4) Assisting in taking down a criminal organization.
5) Losing a Pokémon.
6) Realizing there are way too many Pokémon to ever catch ‘em all.

It was a long walk back. I had a lot of time to think whether the journey should continue. I'm still not sure, but I have my family with me.

Your starter:
1) Is your strongest Pokémon and best friend.
2) Is your good friend, but far from the strongest.
3) Is your strongest Pokémon, but emotionally distant.
4) Is about the same as the rest of your team.
5) Stayed behind some point during your journey.
6) Is deceased.

Ratko took a powerful blow, meant for me, in our fight with the Dusknoir. It was what inspired Thorstein to burn away so much life force to fight it off. Unfortunately it also meant that Thorstein was forced to reincarnate as a small egg, unable to revive Ratko in return. Tamazi could grant immortality or simply create life if they wished, but could do nothing for one who has already passed on.

And you are now:
1) Gambling all the money you’ve earned in the Celadon Game Corner.
2) Hidden away at the top of Mt. Silver for an indefinite amount of time.
3) Exploring the many islands littered in the oceans surrounding Hoenn.
4) Lost in the Distortion World after a mishap in the ruins at Mt. Coronet.
5) Trolling inexperienced trainers in the Driftveil World Tournament.
6) Reflecting on past decisions beside the monument of Geosenge Town.

We're taking a little break. Just doing some exploring among the lesser known places in Hoenn. Cadeyrn and Mordikai are super excited to get to do so much swimming, even if the heat of this tropical region tires them out more easily. And apparently Xerneas can walk on water, or maybe that's just Tamazi. Either way, we're going to relax for a while and then figure out what we want to do next.

The team that saw you to your journey’s end:


File:Spr 6x 162 s.png
XerneasHo-ohSpr 6x 395 s.pngSpr 6x 614 s.pngButterfree Ratko, RIP     Tamazi        Thorstein        Cadeyrn        Mordikai        Ecrin

  • Reading: Long Hidden, edited by Rose Fox

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You started your Pokémon journey:
1) At age 10.
2) At age 15.
3) After finishing high school.
4) After finishing college.
5) As far back as you can remember; You grew up in the wilds with Pokémon.
6) No idea; You suffered an accident that erased your previous memory.

Yeah, not even sure where I came from. I hope no one is missing me too much.

The weather was:
1) Sunny.
2) Sunny with some clouds.
3) Cloudy.
4) Rainy.
5) Snowy.
6) A natural disaster.

That's pretty much all I DO remember of my journey's beginning.


You started your journey because:
1) You want to be the very best.
2) You want to catch ‘em all.
3) You want to be a master coordinator.
4) You want to meet many people.
5) You want to discover new Pokémon.
6) You want to explore lost places.

At least, that's what the journal I found in my backpack implies my reason was. Now I don't even know WHAT I want.


Your starter Pokémon is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

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Shiny Furret named Ratko. She's awesome. She likes to ride curled up around my neck.

In the beginning, your starter:

1) Was practically your twin.
2) Became your friend immediately.
3) Liked you.
4) Was wary of you.
5) Disliked you greatly.
6) Tried to kill you.

Well, since she chose me instead of the other way around, I imagine that's true.


The first great obstacle of your journey was:
1) A rival battle.
2) A treacherous route.
3) A wild Pokémon attack.
4) A Pokémon gym.
5) A battle with a criminal team member.
6) A sapling.

Well, since waking up anyway, this may as well be my first obstacle. A rather nasty forest, full of thorns and sudden drops. Not big drops, but ones that send you sprawling.


At this obstacle, the two of you:
1) Triumphed with little resistance.
2) Achieved victory, though it was tough.
3) Won, but just barely.
4) Tied with the opposition.
5) Lost, though you put up a good fight.
6) Failed miserably.

That forest tried to make a fool out of us, but in the end I figured it out, even helping some wild Pokemon there. Which led me to...


The second Pokémon you caught is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Xerneas

the Xerneas named Tamazi. More like Tamazi decided to follow me around, but works with me. They appreciated my efforts to work with the forest, rather than destroy it in my frustration and must have found me intriguing. So they started following me to see what might happen.

Your starter and second Pokémon:
1) Love each other dearly.
2) Are good friends.
3) Get along well enough.
4) Don’t seem to like each other.
5) Ignore each other.
6) Are constantly at each other’s throats.

Tamazi doesn't really care one way or another about Ratko. And Ratko steadfastly ignores Tamazi, though she curls up tighter around my neck when Tamazi draws near. I think she's a little intimidated by the impressive fairy type.


When the sun begins to set, you:
1) Set up camp immediately.
2) Make a fire. You need nothing else.
3) Watch the sunset.
4) Keep walking. A lack of sun makes no difference to you.
5) Break into a run, hoping to find shelter before nightfall.
6) Pick up camp. You only travel at night.

We break out of the forest just as night is arriving. I consider moving on, but the view is just fantastic. So we pause to take in the day turning to dusk.

You pass through civilization:
1) Often enough to keep your electronics charged.
2) At least once a week.
3) If it happens to be on your way.
4) Occasionally, but only for supplies.
5) Rarely, and only on the outskirts.
6) Never.
Tamazi doesn't really like cities. They make them uncomfortable. So when I do go into town for supplies, they wait well back for me to return.

Your third Pokémon is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)


Ho-oh
Um, so Legendaries seem to like me. This is Thorstein, the Ho-oh. Thorstein and Tamazi seemed to have a little squabble when Thorstein showed up to follow me, but they've...worked it out? Hopefully? They're ignoring each other, so it's good they're not firing off blasts of energy to establish dominance.

The three Pokémon on your team:
1) Work together flawlessly.
2) Cooperate well, but could use some work.
3) Have moments of synergy, though not often.
4) Try their best, yet are on completely different beats.
5) Constantly work against each other.
6) Blame you for their horrible collaboration.

Yeah...we're kind of a weird group. When things happen they fight together, but they prefer their space.

When the going gets tough:
1) Your team pulls through every time.
2) Your starter carries the weight.
3) You come up with a brilliant solution.
4) You win by hax.
5) You win by dumb luck.
6) You get going the opposite direction.

Not that with two Legendaries hanging around we couldn't handle most trouble, but it's usually the follow up with press and police that we're trying to avoid, since, you know, Legendaries.

Two evolutions have occurred by this point:
1) Starter and 2 evolve.
2) 2 and 3 evolve.
3) 3 and starter evolve.
4) Starter evolves twice
5) 2 evolves twice.
6) 3 evolves twice.

Everyone is either fully evolved or doesn’t evolve at all.

Over time, you find you work best with and mostly train:
1) Grass, Bug, and Poison types.
2) Water, Ice, and Flying types.
3) Fire, Electric, and Fighting types.
4) Ground, Rock, and Steel types.
5) Dark, Ghost, and Psychic types.
6) Normal, Dragon, and Fairy types.

  Thorstein let me ride them ONCE, and it was amazing. It'll never happen again, but I've gained a new respect for the typing and what battle must be like for them. As for the other two, they just kind of speak to me.


Your fourth Pokémon (type #1) is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)


Spr 6x 395 s.png
Shiny Empoleon named Cadeyrn.

Your fifth Pokémon (type #2) is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Spr 6x 614 s.png
Shiny Beartic called Mordikai


Your sixth Pokémon (type #3) is:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Skiploom
A Skiploom named Siothrún. Hmmmmmmm

You are offered a trade, and it’s up to you to take it or leave it:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

Butterfree
Ecrin the Butterfree is traded for Siothrún. Sorry, but Butterfree are awesome!

Another evolution occurs:
1) Starter evolves.
2) 2 evolves.
3) 3 evolves.
4) 4 evolves.
5) 5 evolves.
6) 6 evolves.

Everyone is still at their highest evolution.

Your team:
1) Is your family.
2) Gets jealous whenever you interact with other trainers.
3) Would protect you from anything.
4) Is loyal to you, but mostly aloof.
5) At least tolerates each of their differences by this point.
6) Is a pretty much a big, chaotic mess.

Surprisingly, everyone has become real warm to each other and to me. At night we all sit around a campfire and relax and look at stars. I may not remember my original home, but this...this is will more than suffice.

You travel mostly by:
1) Well-worn footpath.
2) Overgrown trail.
3) Water.
4) Air.
5) Cave.
6) Wilderness.

  We don't exactly go looking for the easiest paths. There's always adventure to be had in the wild areas of the world.

Another evolution occurs:
1) Starter evolves.
2) 2 evolves.
3) 3 evolves.
4) 4 evolves.
5) 5 evolves.
6) 6 evolves.

Did you know that Xerneas shed their horns? I didn't. They don't do them all at once, but one will break off and regrow larger and then another one. In the course of two weeks their horns fall and new, larger ones replace them. Very strange to witness.


Your journey takes you:
1) Not far from home.
2) Across the region.
3) To another region.
4) Across many regions.
5) Around the world.
6) To places unknown.

Yeah, this got us into trouble more often than not. For example,

The strongest Pokémon you faced in battle on your journey was:
1) SHINY BONUS (use Random Pokémon Generator)
2-6) (use Random Pokémon Generator)

We stumbled into another dimension thanks to some mischievous Lampents. Inside, using the dimension to augment his powers was this jerk, who promptly tried to eat us.

Image result for shiny dusknoir x and y
Not cool. So began a rather grueling battle, in which the Dusknoir had most of the advantages. It could summon minions and become any size it chose. It was, not a great time. And it ended poorly.

Another evolution occurs:
1) Starter evolves.
2) 2 evolves.
3) 3 evolves.
4) 4 evolves.
5) 5 evolves.
6) 6 evolves.

Thorstein was forced to burn through a great amount of its energy to fight off the Dusknoir, shining brilliantly in the gloomy dimension, though not before a devastating loss.

The event with the greatest impact on you was:
1) Becoming a Pokémon Champion.
2) The grand evolution of a team member in a dire moment.
3) Finding a hidden landmark of great beauty.
4) Encountering a legendary Pokémon.
5) Having an out-of-body experience in a haunted building.
6) Discovering you’re a child of Mew.

  We were led there by Tamazi and Thorstein and that is where we lay her to rest. A fitting place for such a beautiful soul.


The hardest trial you ever faced was:
1) Fighting your rival to become Champion.
2) Realizing just how much you have to walk and still sticking out this whole journey thing.
3) Being lost for weeks.
4) Assisting in taking down a criminal organization.
5) Losing a Pokémon.
6) Realizing there are way too many Pokémon to ever catch ‘em all.

It was a long walk back. I had a lot of time to think whether the journey should continue. I'm still not sure, but I have my family with me.

Your starter:
1) Is your strongest Pokémon and best friend.
2) Is your good friend, but far from the strongest.
3) Is your strongest Pokémon, but emotionally distant.
4) Is about the same as the rest of your team.
5) Stayed behind some point during your journey.
6) Is deceased.

Ratko took a powerful blow, meant for me, in our fight with the Dusknoir. It was what inspired Thorstein to burn away so much life force to fight it off. Unfortunately it also meant that Thorstein was forced to reincarnate as a small egg, unable to revive Ratko in return. Tamazi could grant immortality or simply create life if they wished, but could do nothing for one who has already passed on.

And you are now:
1) Gambling all the money you’ve earned in the Celadon Game Corner.
2) Hidden away at the top of Mt. Silver for an indefinite amount of time.
3) Exploring the many islands littered in the oceans surrounding Hoenn.
4) Lost in the Distortion World after a mishap in the ruins at Mt. Coronet.
5) Trolling inexperienced trainers in the Driftveil World Tournament.
6) Reflecting on past decisions beside the monument of Geosenge Town.

We're taking a little break. Just doing some exploring among the lesser known places in Hoenn. Cadeyrn and Mordikai are super excited to get to do so much swimming, even if the heat of this tropical region tires them out more easily. And apparently Xerneas can walk on water, or maybe that's just Tamazi. Either way, we're going to relax for a while and then figure out what we want to do next.

The team that saw you to your journey’s end:


File:Spr 6x 162 s.png
XerneasHo-ohSpr 6x 395 s.pngSpr 6x 614 s.pngButterfree Ratko, RIP     Tamazi        Thorstein        Cadeyrn        Mordikai        Ecrin

  • Reading: Long Hidden, edited by Rose Fox

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Thank you for the watch! ^v^
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LongshotLink Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome, your nuzlocke looks interesting.
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ah thank you! ;v;
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thank you for the :+fav:
Scanlan Shorthalt *Some Call Him Kingslayer* by BasiliskOnline  
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LongshotLink Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome. I just go to that part of the show, and it was pretty awesome! I remembered seeing this before and went looking for it again. Just as cool.
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BasiliskOnline Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much! ive actually been slowly redoing this piece because ive improved ALOT in the last year, i dont know when i'll finish it but im stoked to see what happens :)
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LongshotLink Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Nice!
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thanks for the watch ; w ;
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You're welcome, your Nuzlocke looks awesome.
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ahh thnaks again :iconsnugplz:
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