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The admissions director nodded. "His Partner Pokemon is a Dark type, that means he's chosen to be a Ghost Hunter." They slid the dark clothing Father had shoved away back across the desk. I hadn't known that your specific Trainer type was decided by your Partner Pokemon, but I certainly found it ironic that I was becoming a Ghost Hunter considering there was currently a Ghost type Pokemon in several layers of containment in the dorm they had shown me to when I arrived. Father did not appreciate the amused snort that escaped from me, probably assuming I thought it funny that the thing he thought would save me from sin was actually just going to drive me deeper into it. I straightened immediately, my eyes tracing the room for something to focus on. I decided on the name plate for this admissions director. Arnold Bailsworth. Bleh. Father turned back to him.
"Then give him another chance. Let him catch a different Partner Pokemon. My son is an idiot, so he certainly didn't know-" Father's protesting words spilled out of his mouth like the Wooloo spilled out of their shed when you opened the door, but were cut off by Arnold's raised hand.
"There are no second chances. You are given one apricorn for free, and that apricorn is used to catch your Partner Pokemon which decides what Trainer Class you are. It could be worse, you could be another basic Arceian Trainer with Normal type Pokemon." Arnold didn't even look up as they kept scribbling with their quill on the entrance paperwork. "Besides, Ghost Hunters are always in high demand. It takes a firm hand and a powerful soul to train Dark type Pokemon. Powerful Trainers, but easily corrupted." They nodded as though they'd seen that corruption first hand a million times. They stacked the paper on top of a red journal and slid both across to me. "Sign that and the Journey Journal is yours."
"Journey Journal?" I questioned, thought I was already in the motion of scribbling across the spot I had been told to sign. I didn't know how to write, only how to read, and even that was a miracle. Oscar had taught me before he left but some words still escaped me; usually longer ones like nearly every word on this paper.
"Use it to keep track of any Pokemon you see or important notes." Arnold explained flatly as he took the paper back and stuffed it in a drawer. "Or throw it away, I don't care."
After that, Father left to return home, leaving me alone to unpack my things. Fortunately, I didn't have much to unpack; I didn't even have a blanket since Father had said the blanket I used as home was his. I hung up my clothes and then sat in my bed, holding the apricorn that contained Honedge in my hands. I slowly pushed the button on the top. It had been in there for several days now and I figured it wasn't very comfortable inside there. In a flash of red light, Honedge appeared in front of me and blinked its one eye at me. "Edge," was all it said before it started to slowly float around the room as though scanning the place for danger. As I watched it, it finally started to dawn on me that even the Ghost type Pokemon that I had was scary to me. Even though I controlled it, even though it was in my apricorn, I had no idea what it could do. I looked at Honedge. It really was just a sword, so it probably did sword things. But maybe it leaned more into being a ghost than it did a sword.
My door swung open suddenly, and without thinking I reached out and grabbed Honedge's hilt. A beefy man wearing heavily used armor stood, filling the entire doorway with his form. He spoke with a heavy Galarian accent. "Ah, ya already got a weapon. Not somethin' I expected of the farmer boy, but good on ya I suppose."
I was confused for a moment, before I realized I was holding Honedge like a sword. I spun my hand over so its blade was sticking up and it didn't look like I was about to stab myself in the gut. "Uh... yeah. Well... if my Houndour wasn't enough, gotta protect the Wooloo somehow."
"Aye, but don't go swingin' that thing around in here! Ya know that if ya cut up the bed or the walls, it comes outta yer pay! Get a scabbard on that thing and get out to the trainin' field, I'm gonna be groupin' ya up today!" The man stepped out of the doorway and stomped heavily down the hallway.
I looked at Honedge, and its eye stared back at me, still refusing to blink. I slid it back into its scabbard, and then tried my best to hang it on myself like a sword, but really just ended up hanging it on my back and letting it wrap its scarf thing around my shoulders to keep it in place. By that point I had already changed into the dark clothing a Ghost Hunter apparently wears, which was oddly flowy yet still somehow very heavy. The armored jacket that had been included was long, and nearly swept the floor as I walked to the training field; a massive dirt oval in the middle of the well-kept lawn of the Arceian Church here in Ecclessi City. As I walked, I saw Trainers of all types: Psychic type Trainers wore flowing robes and interesting circlets or hoods with runes drawn on them, Flying type Trainers leapt from their Pokemon into the dirt, letting their tied belts flutter and gliding accessories catch the wind to break their fall, but most of the Trainers walked with their Pokemon by their side, mostly in standard leathers, and mostly with Normal type Pokemon. I looked around and, realizing I was the only person without their Partner Pokemon out, let out Blitzkrieg. As I did, people gave odd glances and stepped away, but Blitzkrieg trotted loyally by my side, and Honedge hung on my shoulders. I felt oddly proud to be probably one of the only people here with two Pokemon... even if one of those Pokemon was illegal.
As we gathered on the dirt field, the beefy man from before returned. "Form up, rookies!"
Everyone clamored to get into a line, and those that didn't followed the ones that did, the latter group including myself. The beefy man paced in front of us.
"You are all new to being Arceian Trainers, is that correct?!" The man shouted.
"Yes sir!" was the response, from everyone but one person. A voice like bells rung through the air and pierced through monotonous noise of agreement.
"No, I am not."
The beefy man stopped and looked slowly down the line of new trainers, before stopping on the girl who had talked to Father out at the farm. I had been so busy looking at everyone else, I had somehow completely missed her. He walked over to her, armor clanking as he did, and bent over to look her in the eye as best as his large form would let him. "Yer sister might be one of The Legendary Trio, but it would be best for you and yer classmates if ya came down off your high Rapidash, and took a breath of what we were breathin', Miss Allison." He spoke to the girl sternly, and the girl looked at him like she had no time for his lectures, yet she did not speak again as he straightened up and went back to shouting at us. "My name is Sir Rowan MacBass, and I am yer trainin' instructor! If you've got a problem with that, feel free to turn in yer Partner Pokemon at the front desk and leave yer Trainer License with Arnold." Sir Rowan paused a moment. No one moved. "Good! Now, the basic of Pokemon battlin' are simple! First-"
"Dear Arceus, we've all seen a Pokemon battle!" The boy next to me spoke, causing me to jump a bit. The boy in red armor. How had I missed him? Even in this crowd, he stuck out like a sore thumb. What were these people doing here? They surely weren't sending rookie teams out to deal with problems like potential Ghost types, were they?
"Ah, ya know all about battlin' then do ya, Mr. Percius? Why don'tcha step up here and demonstrate for us then?" Sir Rowan gestured to the field he was standing on. "Why don'tcha grab that lad right next to you there and see if ya can't show us what yer so confident about?"
Percius placed a hand on my back and shoved my towards the field in front of him. "Gladly." Even behind his helmet, I could tell Percius was looking forward to kicking the stuffing out of me.
"Yer the Jackson lad, ain'tcha?" Sir Rowan asked as he walked up to me. I nodded. "Good luck to ya." He patted my shoulder with a large hand as he walked to go join the group outside the field. "One Pokemon each! No killin' blows! Once yer pinned, yer out!" He announced.
"One Pokemon is all I need." Percius announced as he pulled out an apricorn and I came to the realization that his Partner Pokemon wasn't out with him a moment too late. A Dragon type Pokemon nearly the size of me appeared next to Percius, announcing itself with a roar, "Haxorus!" Without thinking, I had grabbed the hilt of Honedge and pulled it out of the scabbard on my back.
"Flashy little stick you've got there," Percius taunted. "Check out mine." He pulled a rod from his belt and swung it like a sword, but instead of producing a blade the rod extended outward before expanding like an umbrella into an impressively long red lance that matched his armor. I hadn't been able to find out what kind of Trainer he was at home, but in that moment I knew.
He was a Dragon Lancer.
Before I knew it he was rushing me, Haxorus at his side. His lance came up on one side of me and Haxorus swung himself at the other. I froze, but my arm yanked me forward. Honedge was wrapped around my arm, and had directed me away from the attack. It spun me in place, slicing across Haxorus' face and blasting him with slicing winds. Golden blood erupted from the slice and Haxorus stumbled away, nearly toppling over before he balanced himself by slamming his tail on the ground. Percius raised his lance at me and snarled "One little cut isn't gonna bring me or Justice down!" I didn't have time in that moment to comprehend that Justice was the name of his Haxorus.
"Blitzkrieg, use Ember on Percius!" I shouted despite not knowing in that moment where Blitzkrieg was. That problem was fixed easily when Blitzkrieg dashed up and blew a hot flame on the largest target he could reach: Percius' butt. Percius screamed in surprise at the sudden pain and dropped into the dirt to cool himself off, and Blitzkrieg slammed against his back, knocking his helmet off and causing it to roll into the dirt. I knew he had been scowling at me the second his initial strike of trying to skewer me hadn't worked, but it turned out to be full of much more hate than I originally had imagined. I had been distracted giving Blitzkrieg orders and suddenly Justice was bearing down on time of me. I tried to step back out of its range but it sliced it's axe-like mouth parts across my chest, just barely slicing across my skin, my own blood just as noticeable in my black shirt as Justice's golden blood was against it's own plating. Honedge swung before I could even think, slicing across Justice's own chest and causing more golden blood to splatter across the field and onto me. He roared in pain and as he roared a glowing ball of purple energy appeared in his mouth.
"Justice, stop!" Percius shouted, trying to scramble to his feet frantically. "Move, kid!" I registered this demand at the last moment and dove to the side before a shockwave of destructive energy exploded from Justice's mouth and ripped across the field and tore a hole into the side of the church before sputtering out into nothing. Justice stood completely motionless for a moment before falling forward into the newly created rut in the ground like a freshly cut tree. Percius ran over and tapped his apricorn against Justice, who turned into red light and disappeared. Percius looked at me with contempt. "He wouldn't have had to do that if you had just took it like the Ghost Hunter you're supposed to be." Percius spat at my feet before moving to grab his helmet and walk back to join the now whispering group, sulking.
Sir Rowan came over and helped me up. "And that, lads and lasses, is why we don't get cocky. If ya get cocky, then some farm boy with a Houndour knocks ya on yer ass and slices up yer Dragon type Pokemon. Quite the blade ya got there, lad. It got a name?"
I looked down at the blade. I had never really thought about it, but people usually did name their swords, didn't they? People also usually gave their Pokemon nicknames to differentiate them from wild Pokemon, so it was really killing two Pidgeys with one stone. I thought about how Honedge had helped me just now. If it hadn't pulled me out of the way, I would have been out of the fight and probably in the hospital for who knows how long. I remembered hearing a story about a king from a far away land who had a sword that helped him in battle. I smiled as I looked down at Honedge, and it looked back at me.
They told us they didn't find anything out in our pasture. I had thought that was the end of it, but I was so very mistaken. The team they had sent to check our pasture was full of Trainers too young to be priests or priestesses. They were all about my age, actually. Of course, I wouldn't have known this had they not been invited inside by Father to have lunch with us as thanks for protecting our farm. The girl who sat across from Father wore the gaudiest outfit I had ever seen in a Trainer: pink bows adorned her wherever they would fit, including tying up her massive white ponytail and around her waist, making her look like some kind of doll after a child had gotten into her mother's accessory box.
A Fairy type Trainer, for sure.
There were two boys behind her. One of them looked completely ordinary, while the other was the farthest thing from ordinary I had ever seen. Where one boy's hair was a scruffy brown, the other's was a spikey red. Where one boy's clothing was typical brown leathers, the other's was striking red and yellow plate. No matter how different these two boys looked, they both seemed to defer to the girl, and allowed her to speak for their group while they instead loitered, one in a chair eating as he had been invited to, the other by the door like some kind of guard, or perhaps more like an impatient child ready to leave to play with their friends.
"Thank you for looking into that matter. The last thing we need on this farm is some Ghost type Pokemon scaring our Wooloo," Father said as he moved to refill the girl's drink.
"Not a problem, sir, though I doubt your Wooloo would have much to worry about if a Ghost type Pokemon had been out there. After all, Normal type Pokemon like Wooloo are immune to Ghost type attacks." The girl sipped her drink properly before setting it back on the table, putting her hand on her knee after crossing one leg over the other. "It simply has no effect on them. Though the situation is the same in reverse." The girl looked at the boy sitting next to her, and he rolled his eyes. She returned to Father. "Now, sir, I know that we didn't find anything this time, but that doesn't mean there won't be any Pokemon that might threaten your farm. I saw the... Houndour-" the girl scowls at the name, half-rolling her eyes like she's annoyed to even have seen the Pokemon in the first place, "-on your doorstep, but if something did actually happen to it I doubt you could pay the healing bills necessary to get him back to full health. But if you-" Her eyes glanced to me. "-or your son became a Trainer with the Arceian Church, not only would he get a Trainer License that would allow him to use apricorns to capture and train wild Pokemon, but he would also be able to waive healing costs for any caught Pokemon." The girl paused for a long moment before clarifying, "Even a Houndour."
I had to admit even I was a bit sold on her pitch, but I knew she was excluding some things. Like the fact that Pokemon could heal naturally on their own and typically didn't need the specialized healing of a Pokemon Center, or that the most dangerous Pokemon we had ever seen come out of the forest nearby was a Weedle, or that the Pokemon I already had wouldn't be allowed in the Arceian Church because it was a Ghost type.
"Thank you for the offer. I think my son and I might have a chat about that later." Father looked at me with a glare that told me he was already annoyed at my apathy towards joining the Arceian Trainers before that conversation even started.
"Let's get going. I don't wanna miss scrimmage." The boy in red spoke harshly, like he couldn't unclench his jaw even if he wanted to. He stood and shifted his weight from the doorframe to unclasp the helm from his belt and slide it over his face, flipping down the faceguard with a nod of his head.
The girl stood, brushing a lot of nothing off her pink skirt. "Yes, yes. It's always good to get practice in, I suppose. Thank you for the meal, it was lovely to meet you Mister..." The girl extended a hand and waited for a reply.
"Woolherder," Father replied, taking her hand. I rolled my eyes.
"It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Woolherder. If you do happen to see anything amiss on your farm, don't hesitate to contact the church again. We are here to protect you, your family, and your Pokemon, after all," the girl smiled and after a moment too long withdrew her hand and walked out past the boy in red armor, who followed closely behind her like a loyal Arcanine, followed by the boy in leathers whose leisurely walk reminded me more of a Vigoroth who had just had too much to eat.
As the door closed I spoke before Father could. "I'm not going to."
"Of course you're not. You're too useless to do anything but take the Wooloo out to pasture with that Pokemon your disgrace of a brother left behind." Father replied flatly, not even looking at me as he insulted everything in my life I cared about.
"That's not what I-"
"Not what you mean, right. What you mean is that you don't like the Arceian Church. I know that. But you like that Houndour. I know you do. I keep it around because it seems to keep you from running off. 'Course, I thought the same thing of your brother, but he went off to Arceus-knows-where and we haven't heard from him in quite a while." Father slid the only good cup we had back across from the spot the girl had been sitting in and took a drink from it. "I'm not sure if I'm happier to not have to take the Wooloo out every morning or if I'd be happier if you made like your bother and got out of here." He finally turned to look at me and the angry disappointment in his eyes cut me like a knife. "Because the opportunity to make something of yourself was sitting in here across from me just a moment ago, and you didn't say a word until it was gone, and it was only to dismiss it."
"Father, being an Arceian Trainer is dangerous-" I started before Father cut me off.
"Like running around with that Houndour is any less dangerous. That thing barks at the wrong person and you're gonna wish you had a Trainer's License to get that healing fee waived, because I ain't gonna pay it." Father put the cup to his lip and muttered, "Maybe I'll just beat it myself, get the ball rolling for you."
I clenched my fist at my side. Father wouldn't. But he absolutely would. He hated Blitzkrieg. He absolutely would. He wanted me to stay so he didn't have to work. He wouldn't. He wanted me gone. He absolutely would. He hated me. He would.
He would.
I let out a sigh. "What about Riley? Are you gonna make her take the Wooloo out to pasture too? Without a herding Pokemon?"
"She'd manage. You can't tell me that Darkrai dog is actually helping you bring the Wooloo in. Its probably just scaring the poor things."
I couldn't leave Riley like that. I went out with the Wooloo because I deserved it. Riley hadn't done anything wrong. Blitzkrieg hadn't done anything wrong to deserve to get beat though. My thoughts went in that cycle for what felt like several minutes too long. "What if Riley went instead?"
Father snorted. "Send Riley to be an Arceian Trainer? I'm sure she'd jump at the chance, but like you said, it's dangerous," he looked over his shoulder at me, "and she doesn't have a death wish like you do."
Before I knew it, paperwork was being signed for me to become an Arceian Trainer. I had been given an ugly spiky badge to pin on my chest and a single apricorn. They told me to go find a Partner Pokemon. So I did. I went out that night and knelt beside Blitzkrieg, who was laying peacefully in the grass. I put a hand on his head and scratched him softly behind the ear. He had always been a free-roaming Pokemon. It was true that he wasn't really ours, and if he left the property any Trainer could have caught him, but he had liked Oscar, and when Oscar left, he stuck around. He was all I had left of my brother. Or... he used to be all I had left of my brother. Honedge was upstairs in my room at the time, its apricorn packed away in the middle of a box full of clothes. I wasn't used to Honedge yet. It still felt metallic, uncaring, barely even there when I spoke to it. But Blitzkrieg was warm, kind, and playful. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, his tail wagging.
"Hey buddy." I smiled as I sat down in the grass next to him, which he took as an invitation to stand in my lap and lick my face. "Yeah, I love you too." I scratched his sides and pressed my forehead against his. The plate on his head was warm, despite the cool night air. "I don't know what I've got myself into or where I'm headed next, but wherever I go, I want you to be with me. So..." I put the apricorn on the ground in front of him, "wanna come on an adventure?"
Blitzkrieg snuffled the apricorn before looking up at me for a moment and then pressing his foot against it. He turned into red light and was absorbed into the apricorn, which popped softly with fireworks. I don't know why I was crying, but the smile on my face was enough to tell me it didn't matter. I picked up the ball and walked to my room with it. I didn't know what was coming tomorrow morning. My boring farming life had been upturned so completely in the matter of a few days, and it was all because of my brother. Maybe he had intended to push me like this. Maybe he knew I needed something to happen to get me moving again. Maybe he knew I needed someone to tell me to get out of Father's house and make a home for myself somewhere else. I didn't know. But I did know one thing. Tonight, Father's rules be damned.
The sky was unusually cloudy that day. The rolling green fields that I usually stood in to let my family's Wooloo graze rolled even more so as the wind blew through the grass, tickling my ankles as I leaned on the tree at the top of the hill. My brother used to stand up there too. Sent out with the Wooloo by our father, made to watch them graze for hours before rounding them up with his Houndour Blitzkrieg. Father always hated Blitzkrieg. He had said he brought bad luck to our home. Oscar didn't bother arguing with him. There was no point in arguing with Father, since he was always stuck in his ways, and his ways were always the Arceian way. If the Church said to slaughter your youngest child and throw them in to a pit of burning coals, Father would throw Riley in that pit faster than you could say 'filicide'. Mother wasn't any help. Priests said she was touched by Darkrai, and she couldn't speak, move, or do anything for herself. Oscar tried to convince Father that Mother would be better off in a place where they could properly care for her, and Father hold him they don't care for people like Mother, they just kill them. I didn't want Mother to die, so I helped Father take care of her.
She still died.
Father blamed me. He was right. After Mother passed, Father sent me out to take the Wooloo to graze instead of Oscar. I understand why he did it. He couldn't bare to look at me. I couldn't bare to look at myself either. Oscar left soon after Mother did. He said "Jackson, you can't mourn forever. You have to remember the ones you love, and forgive yourself for losing them. You have to keep looking forward." After that he disappeared. I don't know where he went, but he left Blitzkrieg behind. He left me behind too.
I looked out to the path that ran alongside our farm. Our farm was the closest to the forest, so I often saw Arceian Trainers ride out on Rapidash and Zebstrika and sometimes Mudsdale, though not as many. Today I saw a group. A lean one in leathers, a big one in metal, and one who looked like she had forgotten to put on armor at all. Sometimes you could tell what kind of Pokemon a Trainer used by how they looked. The big one probably used Steel types to match his armor, but the other two could have anything. I wondered if the woman didn't need armor because she used Psychic types who protected her, or maybe she used Flying types and didn't go anywhere near the battles. The one in leathers might use Normal types; they were the most common type for Arceian Trainers to use, after all. I wondered where they were going. Maybe they were off to take down a rampaging Aggron, or maybe there was a nest of Beedrills that needed torching. Maybe a noble's Rapidash had run off, and they had been hired to retrieve it. Blitzkrieg barked and brought me out of my daydream. They had stopped and shouted towards us. Blitzkrieg had bolted off towards the gate, Wooloo scattering as the Houndour reached the gate before I even had time to remove myself from my relaxed pose. The three eyed the loud Pokemon with disgust and suspicion, before looking up as I approached, not giving me any better of an expression.
"Morning, son. We're with the Church Of Arceus," the man in leather spoke.
"I know."
He was taken aback by my bluntness. I'm sure he was used to people falling on their face to give him whatever he wanted just by saying those three words, but I was part of the Church Of Arceus too, or at least Father was, so I was by proxy. "Well, we're looking to intercept a package from the Ombrea Region. You wouldn't have happened to get such a package, would you?"
"No sir," I shook my head, "The only packages we get here are from the Church." It was true since the Church constantly sent Father gifts for his contributions. The contents were never more than a few berries or energy powder, other than the one time they sent Father an apricorn. They were very clear he was not allowed to use it unless he became an Arceian Trainer, so he kept it in the safe in his office.
"Well if you do get a package from Ombrea, or have a messenger come through with such a package, make sure you send it or them to the Church Of Arceus immediately. There's reports of a new Ghost type Pokemon that was discovered there being sent back here to Empir, and the last thing we need is another outbreak of Ghost types," the man in the metal said, his voice like he was shouting at me through a wall despite him standing right in front of me. I wondered how thick his helmet was.
"And if they ask on whose authority, tell them it's under the authority of Priestess Emilia Fayeri, Priest Donavan Peters, and Lord Ivory Smithsonian," the woman finally spoke. I had heard of all of them; Father talked about them all the time; but I had never met them personally until now. Father called them The Legendary Trio. They had quite a list of accomplishments, but none of them were bigger than when they stopped The Great Dragon Rage using Priestess Emilia's and Lord Ivory's powerful Fairy and Steel type Pokemon accompanied by Priest Donavan's incredible use of status effects. Not to mention their abilities with weaponry; it's said Lord Ivory can drive an Aggron to the ground with a single swing of his great axe and Emilia can pin down a Joltik with an arrow from a mile away if not farther.
I didn't even realize I had nodded at them until I came back to reality and they were riding off in to the forest. The sun was setting, and for any other Trainer I would have been worried but I didn't waste my time worrying about them. Instead I turned and round up the Wooloo with Blitzkrieg and returned home.
I walked in to the house, leaving Blitzkrieg outside like Father demanded, and went to my room. The sun had set by then, but Riley was wide awake.
"Did you see them?" She bounced excitedly on her heels, eyes glittering with the innocence of hope yet untainted.
"They're just Trainers," I said blandly. I moved to change in to my night things but she kept talking.
"Just Trainers?" She scoffed. "They're The Legendary Trio! They rode right past our farm! What do you think they were doing riding past our farm? I thought all of them had Pokemon who could fly!"
"They're looking for some package coming from Ombrea." I flopped on to my bed, having defeated yet another day. "Some Ghost type Pokemon or something."
"The silence prompted me to look up from the pillow I had buried my face in. Riley's face was a mixture of excitement and resentment. "You talked to them?"
I nodded.
"You talked to them?! You talked to them?! You talked to them and you're acting like this? Have you told Papa yet? He's going to have a breakdown when you tell him you talked to The Legendary Trio!" She bounced around the room with excitement. "It's too bad he went to bed early or I'd tell him right now!"
"You'd tell him I talked to The Legendary Trio?"
"Well you're not gonna!"
She was right, I wasn't. To me it wasn't that important. Nothing much felt important anymore. Maybe Father would be excited to hear I talked to The Legendary Trio. Maybe he would just scold me for not inviting them to stay the night. I could just lie and say I asked if they wanted to spend the night and they declined, but he'd probably scold me for not forcing them to stay. I closed my eyes and let Riley's continued rambling put me to sleep.
I awoke with a start. Someone was shaking me. Blitzkrieg was barking. I rolled over. It was Riley who was shaking me. She whispered softly to me. "Someone's outside." I groaned and sat up.
"He's probably barking at nothing. He does that a lot," I stood and moved to lazily drop myself down the stairs, but decided against it at the last moment. I slowly creaked down the stairs and looked out the window towards where Blitzkrieg was standing. He stood by the front door, and was barking at the door, but I could see there was no one there. I wondered if Blitzkrieg could see something I couldn't. The thought that a Ghost type Pokemon might be standing just outside the door occurred to me. But if that was the case, Blitzkrieg would have dealt with it already. Dark type Pokemon are strong against Ghost type Pokemon, that's why Ghost Hunters use them. I pushed open the door a crack before it bumped something which toppled from the step in to the grass and rolled towards Blitzkrieg, who snuffled it before curling up next to it and putting his head on his paws. I cocked my head at him. Blitzkrieg only did that once before, and it was on the day that Mother died. I walked over and picked up the thing that had been rolled towards the Houndour, and in my hand was a single red and tan apricorn.
I blinked.
An apricorn appeared on our doorstep?
I looked around, spinning in place. Had a Trainer thrown this trying to catch Blitzkrieg? Surely not, it was illegal to catch Pokemon on someone else's property. My attention was drawn from my thoughts as the front of the apricorn popped with soft sparks. Someone had... traded me this Pokemon? For what? From where? I didn't even have any Pokemon to trade for this one!
I blinked.
There was a Pokemon in this thing? Should I see what it was? Should I turn this in to the Church? Could I control a Pokemon without certification from the Church? Was this the Ghost type Pokemon from Ombrea?
I couldn't help myself. I tossed the apricorn out in front of me, and in a flash of light, a flying sword appeared in front of me. The blue cloth that hung from its pommel wrapped around its brown sheath and pulled itself out, the metal glinting in the moonlight as it stood in front of me and introduced itself.
"Honedge," its voice was odd. Metallic, yet dreamy and familiar. I reached out to touch it, but pulled away.
"You're the Ghost type Pokemon from Ombrea, aren't you?" I questioned the Pokemon as though it would respond to me.
"Edge," it replied smoothly, slowly floating over to the door and picking up the letter I had neglected to notice off the step. It held the letter out to me, and I took it.
Dear Jackson,
I hope this letter find you well. My name is Professor Van Hallsworth and I have been working with your brother Oscar for quite some time now. He was a bright young man, and willing to put anything on the line for his research into Ghost type Pokemon. Unfortunately even in the Ombrea Region it is hard to get funding for this kind of research, and we were only able to scrape together enough to get a single apricorn, which you hold in your hands now. It contains a Ghost type Pokemon which calls itself Honedge, which was your brother's first and only caught Pokemon. Unfortunately, before we could acquire more funding for this project your brother was helping me to uncover a ruin in the outskirts of Noira Village and was crushed when a tunnel collapsed on top of him as he was catching the Honedge itself. So I send his Pokemon to you, so you may remember his achievements fondly, and keep him with you always.
Yours,
Professor Van Hallsworth
My arm went slack at my side and I let the paper drift to the ground. I looked up at the Pokemon in front of me. At Honedge. It's single eye stared at me, seemingly unable to show emotion and yet pitying me at the same time. I scowled. I did not need the pity of a Pokemon. I especially did not need the pity of a Ghost type Pokemon who can killed my older brother. I picked up the apricorn that Honedge had came from and I turned towards the pasture and I threw it as hard as I could. "Go away!" Rage ripped my lungs as I screamed. "I don't want the stupid Pokemon who killed my brother and even if I did I couldn't keep you! You're a Ghost type Pokemon! You'll just get me and the rest of my family killed too!"
I slammed the door shut as I stomped back into the house.
"What was the yelling about?" Riley asked softly from under her blankets as I threw myself back in bed. I didn't respond.
The next morning, Blitzkrieg was missing from the front yard. "Good riddance," Father had said. I was sad he had left. I gathered our Wooloo and took them to the pasture and as I climbed the hill to get to the tree I leaned on everyday, it was there. Honedge floated in the spot I was going to stand in, with Blitzkrieg curled up under it. I was happy to see Blitzkrieg, but Honedge being in my spot made me angry. I sat in the grass and ignored it, watching the Wooloo graze until dusk, rounding up the Wooloo with Blitzkrieg, and then watching Blitzkrieg trot off back into the pasture to be with Honedge. This pattern continued for two weeks before a priest came knocking on our door. He informed Father that some of our neighbors had made reports of seeing a strange Pokemon they'd never seen before floating in our pasture, and Father of course gave them express permission to investigate it. The priest told Father he would send a team to deal with it, as it may possibly be the Ghost type Pokemon from Ombrea, and of course I knew it was.
I laid in bed that night and wondered if I could stand by and let them kill Honedge. If Honedge was the only one of its kind, would it be wrong to let them kill it and make it go extinct? Honedge hadn't hurt anyone since it had arrived at the farm, and Blitzkrieg seemed to like it. More importantly, Honedge was Oscar's Pokemon. It was all I had left of Oscar at this point. That was the only thought I needed to get out of bed and head to the pasture.
Honedge was still there, floating in the same spot with Blitzkrieg under it. Blitzkrieg looked up at me as I walked up to them. I looked at Honedge and it looked back at me. I didn't know how to start, but I did anyways.
"I'm sorry I threw your apricorn. I was mad because I blamed you for my brother's death. I still do. But I can't let the Church kill you too. That would be stupid to let them take you away from me. You're the last thing I have of my brother. So... I'd like to be your Trainer... I suppose." I put out my hand towards Honedge like it was going to reach out and shake my hand like a person making a business deal. To my surprise, Honedge did reach out and take my hand. Its blue cloth wrapped up around my palm and I felt something strange inside of me. An odd pulling sensation in my chest which faded as Honedge slowly let go of my arm. In my hand it had left the apricorn, which I reached out and touched to it. In a flash of light it disappeared, and whether I liked it or not, I had just become a Pokemon Trainer.
(Posted this on FF and AO3 a while back and figured I'd throw it up here too in case people vibe with it)
As Two and I emerge after the war, I find that woman at our doorstep. Sweetsmile. She crawls, bleeding, angry, spitting venomous words as she drags useless legs behind her. We bring her in, despite her threats of violence towards me at the end of her life, and I perform my healing on her. Cybernetic legs are attached to her, but before I realize it my arms are attaching a chrome jaw to her as well. I did not mean for this to happen, but she leaves the strip club in a fury, drooling blue and proclaiming once again that she will be my death. I believe I may have given her more time to make that truth. A lot more time.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine ✔
Rappelling and ascending ✔
Hunting ✔
I control the beast ✔
Ignoring my problems until they go away
Forgery
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
A new mask which conceals my face
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(M) Wire-K, a forger who gave me a citizenship ID
(IM) Sweetsmile, a descendant of mine and someone named Inky Lips who is trying to kill me and is now also cursed with the chrome jaw I have
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth who is now probably deactivated somewhere in the desert
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid who is becoming a real thorn in my side
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long. Wire-K informed me that the city is no longer called The Brights and is instead called Flicker Heights; the human workforce also seems to be dwindling. A transport droid said I was malfunctioning, I feel like I've been here before.
My name is Bright, and I travel through Flicker Heights with my Vulpa named Two. Two and I hide as war breaks out in Flicker Heights, we want nothing to do with the affairs of men.
Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
The woman's name was Inky Lips, and apparently we had a romantic relationship? In attempting to heal my descendant Sweetsmile I accidentally cursed her with the same hunger for blue that I have.
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
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Something exploded, far off outside the city. The city rumbles and laser lights dance across the walls of the strip club that Two and I huddle inside of. People run outside screaming, and I saw a man grab the handle of the door and try to open it, try to duck inside to hide, but his face in the glass turned into a black splatter before it became a smear down towards the ground. There was shouting by some men, as though it was a victory. They cheered like the Vulpa howl after a good hunt. Two sits in front of me, he is very protective, and I cower. After all this time, hunting with the Vulpa, surviving in the desert, exploring The Brights, I cower in the face of the savagery of men. They call me a monster, call me "Chromejaw" and tell stories like I'm some kind of creature in the jungle to be feared, but they're the ones to be feared. They're the ones who kill pointlessly.
Two and I wait for the pointless killing to end.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine ✔
Rappelling and ascending ✔
Hunting ✔
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
Forgery
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
A new mask which conceals my face
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(M) Wire-K, a forger who gave me a citizenship ID
(M) Sweetsmile, a descendant of mine and someone named Inky Lips who is trying to kill me.
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth who is now probably deactivated somewhere in the desert
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid who is becoming a real thorn in my side
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long. Wire-K informed me that the city is no longer called The Brights and is instead called Flicker Heights; the human workforce also seems to be dwindling. A transport droid said I was malfunctioning, I feel like I've been here before.
My name is Bright, and I travel through Flicker Heights with my Vulpa named Two. Two and I hide as war breaks out in Flicker Heights, we want nothing to do with the affairs of men.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce. Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real. The woman's name was Inky Lips, and apparently we had a romantic relationship?
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
I suppose I will need a new name, since I was told my old name is not fitting for this place. I have heard a few names, but there is no real pattern. Wire-K, Erin, and Sweetsmile. My recent encounters with them and that transport droid have made me realize there are things in the far past I do not remember, so I should name myself something I want to remember. My time in this place before was not a perfect time, but my time with my Dad was pretty good. I think I will call myself Bright now, and Two will remain Two because it is easier to call him that than try to change his name.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine ✔
Rappelling and ascending ✔
Hunting ✔
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
Forgery
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
A new mask which conceals my face
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(M) Wire-K, a forger who gave me a citizenship ID
(M) Sweetsmile, a descendant of mine and someone named Inky Lips who is trying to kill me.
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth who is now probably deactivated somewhere in the desert
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid who is becoming a real thorn in my side
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long. Wire-K informed me that the city is no longer called The Brights and is instead called Flicker Heights; the human workforce also seems to be dwindling. A transport droid said I was malfunctioning, I feel like I've been here before.
My name is Bright, and I travel through Flicker Heights with my Vulpa named Two.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce. Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real. The woman's name was Inky Lips, and apparently we had a romantic relationship?
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
I entered an abandoned strip club where I told Two I would meet him while he made his own way into the city. When I arrived there, I was immediately shot in the chest by a woman who claimed to be of my bloodline, and then she spat a name that made the black fluid spurt from my chest and caused me to writhe in pain.
Inky Lips.
I don't know who that is, but I asked if she was that woman from my dream, and the woman snarled at me for not knowing her any closer than that. Two appeared behind the woman, and she quickly backed off, not expecting the Vulpa as she vowed to return to finish the job and told me to remember the name Sweetsmile. Quite the juxtaposition for someone who is planning to kill me.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine ✔
Rappelling and ascending ✔
Hunting ✔
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
Forgery
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
A new mask which conceals my face
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(M) Wire-K, a forger who gave me a citizenship ID
(M) Sweetsmile, a descendant of mine and someone named Inky Lips who is trying to kill me.
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth who is now probably deactivated somewhere in the desert
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid who is becoming a real thorn in my side
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long. Wire-K informed me that the city is no longer called The Brights and is instead called Flicker Heights; the human workforce also seems to be dwindling. A transport droid said I was malfunctioning, I feel like I've been here before.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce. Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real. The woman's name was Inky Lips, and apparently we had a romantic relationship?
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
A transport droid said I was malfunctioning. Pointed right at me and loudly proclaimed I was a malfunctioning robot or something. No, idiot, YOU'RE malfunctioning, I'm working exactly as intended. Thankfully it was more of a nothing issue since my arms are repaired and I was able to ascend to a different layer of Flicker Heights away from that annoying transport droid.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine ✔
Rappelling and ascending ✔
Hunting ✔
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
Forgery
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
A new mask which conceals my face
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(M) Wire-K, a forger who gave me a citizenship ID
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth who is now probably deactivated somewhere in the desert
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid who is becoming a real thorn in my side
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long. Wire-K informed me that the city is no longer called The Brights and is instead called Flicker Heights; the human workforce also seems to be dwindling. A transport droid said I was malfunctioning, I feel like I've been here before.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce. Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
The police of The Brights are no longer humans. I made my first endeavor through the sands wearing the helmet and carrying the weapons of the man I had destroyed but I could not cross the city border. I was stopped by a machine who held out a robotic hand and demanded I give it a "citizenship ID". I did not have one of these, and did not like when the machine began to count down, but then a man came up next to me and held out his ID for the machine. I thanked him as we were let into The Brights, and he informed me the city hadn't been called that in several years, now being called Flicker Heights. He also informed me his name was Wire-K, and he said that One was an odd name. He also informed me I didn't look much like a soldier, and that I should probably get a better disguise, and then he handed me the ID he had used and we went our separate ways.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine ✔
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting ✔
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
Forgery
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(M) Wire-K, a forger who gave me a citizenship ID
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long. Wire-K informed me that city is no longer called The Brights and is instead call Flicker Heights; the human workforce also seems to be dwindling.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce. Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
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If my plan is to enter The Brights again, I will need to be able to blend in. These men wearing odd helmets and carrying laser weaponry often patrol the sand, but they keep their distance from my ship. Maybe they can sense Two, or maybe they can sense me. When one of them is alone near my ship, I call out to them and hold out my arm: my father's flight jacket, an Iona pilot's jacket which calls them over for assistance. I grab this man, slaughter him while he screams and drink the blue in his shoulders and calves; enhanced leaping and grabbing so definitely a soldier's build. I stow his gear and allow Two to have the rest. Two wants the red, but I only care about the blue.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting ✔
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce. Even after all this time, Dad's jacket assists me as I use it to gain a disguise for entering The Brights.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
I spotted Dr. Yozarkin scavenging in the desert today. He saw me as well and I invited him to come into my ship and repair my arms, which he did happily. He spoke about a war that had come to The Brights over resources like food and land. The poor wanted to expand out, while the rich wanted to expand up, and now neither side was expanding much at all. I did not care. I let him finish his repairs before Two attacked him and slammed him into the ground outside where I drank down his blue before letting Two carry what remained of the machine-man away. Two returned later with a glowing blue ball which he gave to me. Some part of the machine man?
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting
I control the beast
Ignoring my problems until they go away
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
Glowing blue orb
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
Two and I attacked Dr. Yozarkin after he repaired my cybernetic arms; Two took him somewhere and returned with a blue orb.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
This heartbreak has caused me to slow. I bring the pack to a crawl when we hunt, I worry Mother Marrow when I refuse to speak. In the dead of night I leave to return to The Brights. Two attempts to follow, and I tell him to stay, but he disobeys and accompanies me anyways.
We trudge our way through the water of the flood season, but as we reach a spot where we can see the city the water fades away. The entire jungle fades away, becoming a massive desert surrounding the towering lantern that makes me jaw ache. So much blue, I could go in and feast there for days.
That thought shakes me and I wipe away the drool. Iona jets hum above us and spotlights flash across the ground but Two and I duck into a nearby building... not a building. We duck inside an Iona jet, sunk nose-first into the sands of the desert and heavily damaged. There is no more blue in this place, and even that thought makes me cringe. I am in control, and must remain in control. I clench my eyes shut and Two lays next to me as a show of comfort.
I work to keep my hunger contained.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting
I control the beast
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
A crashed Iona jet, stuck in the sand
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
A woman came to me in a dream last night. She had dark lipstick that matched the smoking hole in her forehead. We sat together and had a drink, and she laughed. There was kindness in her eyes even though the light had died hundreds of years ago. I reached out to take this woman's hand and found her to only be a wisp. She touched my cheek and sighed with pity, kissing me on the forehead before I awoke. She was beautiful and kind to me in a way I had not seen or felt since... since......
I awoke with an aching heart, and found while bathing that my chest now leaks inky fluid where my heart would be.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting
I control the beast
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
Black fluid leaks from my chest, staining my skin and clothes. I wear dark colors to remain as unsoiled as possible.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
A mysterious woman appeared in my dreams; I wish I knew who she was or if she's even real.
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
I was seen today. Not by anyone of note. A small girl spotted me and Two, froze still to the spot and stared. It has been a long time since I have been gazed upon with fear like that, though the tired face she wore reminded me of... someone, and looked like a face no child should have. She whispered something in her disbelief at even seeing me, something like "Chromejaw", which I would say is true, though I have not thought about the fact that my jaw is metal in quite a while.
After staring at me for several minutes she commented that I have too many eyes, which is a very rude thing to say when you're from The Brights and could very easily see someone with eight different eyes that all do different things. Someone called for her and the girl, Erin, ran off. I checked my reflection when Two and I stopped to rest by a stream and I suppose I do have too many eyes now, though I do not think the swirling purple four eyes of the Vulpa look all that bad on me.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting
I control the beast
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(M) Erin, the girl who spotted me through the brush
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
A second set of eyes sit above my usual ones; all four of them swirl like a violet vortex.
MEMORIES
A young girl from The Brights has seen me, that is the most human contact I have had in who knows how long.
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
[EMPTY]
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
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A Vulpa fell and broke one of their hindlegs during a hunt today. I approached quickly and set the bone without realizing what I was doing. The Vulpa stood and continued with the hunt, only lagging slightly behind the pack. Mother Marrow questioned me after, and I told her the truth: I have no idea how I did that. It did not even feel like my own hands working, they felt more practiced, more precise. Like a doctor's hands who had done it a million times.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
Surgery
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting
I control the beast
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
MEMORIES
[EMPTY]
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle. Just as the Vulpa have healed me, I find I have the skill to heal them in return; this will be used to it's fullest.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
[EMPTY]
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
My arms have rusted, but it seems Mother Marrow is able to assist me in maintaining what muscle remains underneath. Two and I remain with her when the jungle fills with water, and we huddle close when the fogs come. Mother Marrow has many stories and continues to show me how to hunt. She tells me there are specific seasons where hunting is more plentiful, and I lose track of how many times we huddle during the fog and how many times I seek shelter from the water and how many times I assist Mother Marrow in the training of her new Vulpa and how often Mother Marrow and I sit for long talks in dark parts of the cave where I tell her that her children run full of blue and she tells me that she is well aware and I tell her that she is full of blue and she tells me she is well aware and I tell her that when Dr. Yozarkin changed me in The Brights it made me seek out the blue to replace my drool and she informed me the drooling had ceased and I realized she was right.
The drooling has ceased.
Character Sheet Below
SKILLS
Gunplay ✔
Know-how on getting around The Brights ✔
More man than machine
Rappelling and ascending
Hunting
I control the beast
RESOURCES
Dad's flight jacket
Ascender for traversing The Brights
Small apartment
Abandoned strip club
CHARACTERS
(M) Marco, an old man I owe money who has an in with the police
(M) Line-K, a heavily-modified enforcer employed by Marco who knows more about my condition than he should
(M) Inky Lips, the stripper I support
(M) Arnold, my usual cybernetic tune-up guy
(IM) Dr. Yozarkin, the crazy machine-man who put this thing in my mouth
(IM) Transport-T23, a transportation droid
(IM) Mother Marrow, a gigantic goddess who is the mother of all of the Vulpa in the jungle who I run with and do not feed upon
MARKS
My jaw is entirely made of chrome, and neon blue cyber-fluid constantly leaks from it like drool. I wear a mask to cover it.
Neon signs flicker as I pass, and digital images appear to move their eyes to look at me. The cyberworld reacts to me like a scared animal.
A massive wolf-creature shadows me, snarling at my enemies and demanding I care for it in return.
MEMORIES
[EMPTY]
Mother Marrow is a massive wolf-goddess who hates The Brights, she might make a good ally if I ever go back. My name is One and the Vulpa Mother Marrow gave me is Two and we travel together through the jungle.
Dad showed me once that all the flight gear the Iona use is laser-proof, his jacket burns but the lasers don't pierce.
[EMPTY]
Dr. Yozarkin said he had a way to get me out of my debt but now I need money AND cyber-fluid, which I can only get from others. I can get the cyber-fluid from almost anything, but it will power that thing down, and just make the drooling worse. After an uncountable number of years away from The Brights, the drooling has stopped.
Inky Lips moved into my apartment; I think things are getting pretty serious but she wants to focus on work. I shot and killed Inky Lips to keep her from drawing attention to me, wish she would've just listened instead. I killed all of Inky Lips's coworkers and her employer since they were just so easy to get alone.
Name's Hawk-18, and life was going pretty good in the cyberpunk high-rises of The Brights before my dad died and left me with all his debt. The debt collectors are getting older but they're hiring bigger guns too, now it's a game of outlasting. I have been forced out of The Brights by Marco and his enforcer, no longer Hawk-18, I stalk the jungle as Wolf.
I spent a lot of my childhood zipping up and down The Brights with my Ascender, mapping a lot of the city. A transport droid integrated my ascender into my arms, helpful but hurt like hell.
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