#simplifiedstrength

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The saw had seen many pieces of work. Hard textures, soft textures -- it's seen them all! The blade is very dull, but it was clear for what it had been used for, especially when looking at the strange handle on the saw.

Normal saws didn't have the special loop curve to it for better grip for tearing into bones.

Grasping it, there came a feeling of mania, as if the residual feelings of the person who used it remained, tainting the aura of the bone saw. The glee was foreign, felt by someone else, and the ghost of it coursed through Larry so long as he held onto the saw. It could almost make him laugh --

LARRY'S SP: 30 >> 29.

NAME: Leyre Navarro PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Long black hair with several streaks of white, red eyes, soft face and thin build. PERSONALITY: Every bit of a firecracker as her mom, but keeps a level head under pressure like her father. FUTURE: If not a trainer I absolutely see her becoming a contest star or dancer, specifically using Flying-type pokemon IMAGE REFERENCE:

NOTE: REJECTED. SUITABILITY IN THE NEGATIVES. HAS OFFSPRING; RESEARCH THIS. FEMALE OFFSPRING MAY MAKE A GOOD CANDIDATE. CAPTURE AND USE AS TACTICAL LURE; DEVELOP ENCLOSURE TO HOLD SUBJECT.

🎲 to generate a kiss - @simplifiedstrength IM INDECISIVE THERES SO MANY CUTE CHOICES!!

KISS ROULETTE

18. A kiss while laughing

She couldn't hold her facade for much longer. She's very much moved past aloof with him, free from the tentative glances between their passings and the mild nuance she wore always.

Passing time together since the Treasure Eatery made her so much more lax. Larry had become a gentle influence on how to pace herself and notice the finer details. It's a good thing. She'd have missed the way Larry subtly lights up with a favorite meal or the admiration seen between him and his Pokemon when they were together. Geeta always knew there was something in him that glimmered, but to see it finally made her all aglow.

She paused their walk together one evening, laughing gently in some giddiness he probably doesn't get. No matter. She had leaned in with a little stretch to brush lips that pulled away with a final giggle and her palm at the side of his face.

As a businessman, there really should be nothing here that could be of use to Larry. Honestly. Among the random guns, weapons, and various items (did Red just find some new shoes?) Larry was sure there would be not a single thing here that could be useful in making him a little more combat ready in these dire circumstances.

But there it was, spotted by his eagle eye, his meticulous nature to search for little details.

He is a businessman, but he was also a trainer. A rather good one.

So few of these exist in the world and there was doubt this item would even work, given how dusty and dented it seemed. It seemed to be an old model -- a prototype of the days of yore, perhaps?

After Rika's failed attempt to pick up the sword, Larry now tried to wield Shirogane.

"Why...make my Amber happy. Amber needs to give herself to Amber."

The words coming out of this Fuji's mouth, though little, were clearly unhinged.

"Right now, my little girl can't live to the fullest...we've been waiting so long for the right one to come along...all the other Ambers that came....some were too thin, some too big, some not pretty enough...Oh, my Amber is a capricious one. Sometimes she tossed the whole girl aside."

Amber, Amber, Amber. The way in which he spoke made it seem that almost any woman that got lured into the mansion would just be considered part of the larger entity haunting him that was also called 'Amber'. So engulfed by this obsession, that was all he could see, could want, could hear and experience.

Everything was all for 'Amber'.