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victory_road2021-05-18 01:29 pm
rancorice) wrote in victory_road2021-05-18 01:29 pm
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Who: Licorice Cookie and YOU!
Where: Route 36
When: Through the week 5/17-5/20 (pick a day)
Summary: Licorice is up to no good, and only he's surprised it probably won't work.
Rating: PG? He's a cookie, what's he gonna do...
Log:
[WELL, needless to say after Licorice's embarrassing public diary entry publishing, he's been laying low for a little bit. Perhaps because of that, or maybe because he's up to some scheming. Maybe both! Definitely both.
See, being part of Team Rocket and being brought to this world without much explanation leaves him in a really strange position, much similar to the position everyone else is in, except he's certain his situation is worse. Why? Well, because it's HIM in this situation, that's why!
Anyway, it's clear to him he's gotta make an impression on his new overlords, or whatever, and still being reasonably convinced this has got to be Dark Enchantress Cookie's doing somehow, he's not about to disappoint her by doubting! Which means that he has to do his best to gain these Rocket people's approval.
Which means... he's set up various traps along Route 36 for travelers. Using his Garlarian Linoone to dig up pitfalls (which would likely be more effective if he actually knew...dig) and covering them with hastily put together leaf tarps which are not...nearly as convincing as he'd like them to be. If someone somehow fell for one, they'd more likely sprain their ankle than actually be trapped. The depth is not exactly deep, more like a wide pothole than the pit it's so named after.
Likewise, there's ankle snares he's placed as well should one stray from the path and go near some of the overgrowth and trees that blot the route. The quality of the knot tying, however, is questionable at best, and even if it were to catch someone's leg, it might knock them off balance before the knot gives way under their weight.
An inconvenience to be sure, but not nearly the trap it should be.
Lastly, he's recently gotten himself a Morelull, and these little buddies are known to sap energy from others, but that aside, they have a pretty potent sleep powder. Something he'd employ once it gets closer to evening, tiring out travelers so they make camp, and possibly attempting to raid said camp once his Morelull has successfully (or seemingly so) put them to sleep.
Perhaps his biggest mistake is the fact that while these traps are set up and waiting for passerby, he is watching from the bushes not far off. It's pretty difficult to hide yourself among bushes when, for one you're over six feet tall, and for two....you're dressed like a goddamn Grim Reaper. It's not exactly camouflage...
Will you spot him, or will you be a victim of his ineffectual traps?]
Where: Route 36
When: Through the week 5/17-5/20 (pick a day)
Summary: Licorice is up to no good, and only he's surprised it probably won't work.
Rating: PG? He's a cookie, what's he gonna do...
Log:
[WELL, needless to say after Licorice's embarrassing public diary entry publishing, he's been laying low for a little bit. Perhaps because of that, or maybe because he's up to some scheming. Maybe both! Definitely both.
See, being part of Team Rocket and being brought to this world without much explanation leaves him in a really strange position, much similar to the position everyone else is in, except he's certain his situation is worse. Why? Well, because it's HIM in this situation, that's why!
Anyway, it's clear to him he's gotta make an impression on his new overlords, or whatever, and still being reasonably convinced this has got to be Dark Enchantress Cookie's doing somehow, he's not about to disappoint her by doubting! Which means that he has to do his best to gain these Rocket people's approval.
Which means... he's set up various traps along Route 36 for travelers. Using his Garlarian Linoone to dig up pitfalls (which would likely be more effective if he actually knew...dig) and covering them with hastily put together leaf tarps which are not...nearly as convincing as he'd like them to be. If someone somehow fell for one, they'd more likely sprain their ankle than actually be trapped. The depth is not exactly deep, more like a wide pothole than the pit it's so named after.
Likewise, there's ankle snares he's placed as well should one stray from the path and go near some of the overgrowth and trees that blot the route. The quality of the knot tying, however, is questionable at best, and even if it were to catch someone's leg, it might knock them off balance before the knot gives way under their weight.
An inconvenience to be sure, but not nearly the trap it should be.
Lastly, he's recently gotten himself a Morelull, and these little buddies are known to sap energy from others, but that aside, they have a pretty potent sleep powder. Something he'd employ once it gets closer to evening, tiring out travelers so they make camp, and possibly attempting to raid said camp once his Morelull has successfully (or seemingly so) put them to sleep.
Perhaps his biggest mistake is the fact that while these traps are set up and waiting for passerby, he is watching from the bushes not far off. It's pretty difficult to hide yourself among bushes when, for one you're over six feet tall, and for two....you're dressed like a goddamn Grim Reaper. It's not exactly camouflage...
Will you spot him, or will you be a victim of his ineffectual traps?]
May 18th
Six inches might not be far to fall, but it's far enough to take you by surprise in the worst way possible and definitely far enough to trip you so that you go sprawling and half the contents of your bag--including some newly laid eggs--spills out of it.]
Ow!
[Her ankle throbs. It's not as bad as the time that Betsy Sobak broke her darn leg, but it still hurts.]
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It's not everyday geniuses like him are baked, that's for sure.
The moment Claudia hits the ground and so too the contents of her bag, a flash of black and white zooms forward from the bushes. Quickly, it gathers what it can in its grubby paws before returning to the bush. Normally, this is where a seasoned thief would take advantage of this ample opportunity to get away...too bad Licorice isn't exactly seasoned.]
Nheehehehe! You fool! You're fortunate that I did not make my traps more deadly, or you'd be suffering worse than the crumbled ankle you are now!
[As he announces this, he stands tall from his spot behind the bush, though his hood is pulled tight, only allowing his mouth and nose to be seen. His other features both shrouded in shadow and cheap fabric. He points a long bony finger at her as he grins.]
Even your strange bird knew no better, and now you've paid the price for your stupidity! I'll be keeping these!
[There's a notable whine from the bush, something of an urgent sound. It seems his accomplice thinks they should get the hell outta here, but Licorice isn't quite done stroking his own ego...]
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[Claudia struggles to get to her feet, but it just hurts too much. Ugh, why had she decided to go to sketch bugs on her own? If she'd invited Shinobu, then at least she'd have someone to play back-up against this, this--]
Rocket! [she yells.] You're Team Rocket, aren't you? Aren't you? Why do you guys keep stealing my eggs? What did I ever do to you except play medic for Santa?!?
[Screw this. Claudia pulls up her pokegear and starts filming. In a low voice, she says:] Help, this is Claudia Kishi! I'm on Route 36, ten minutes from the National Park, with a twisted ankle and this totally stale Rocket just stole half my things.
[Behind her, Mimi squawks angrily, beating her cloudy wings.]
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[He specifically didn't wear his Rocket uniform to make sure no one would make that conclusion! However, he can't even process being called out like that before she goes to prattle on about some...Santa? WHO?
To cover up being stunned, or maybe it's just because he's so nervous, he lets out another laugh.]
Heeheehee! I'm no TEAM ROCKET, I don't even know who that is, nor who that Santa fello--wait, are you? Is that recording?!
[His voice goes up an octave when he asks, nearly squeaking as he realizes this could either be great or terrible for him. He'd be able to see better if his hood wasn't all up in his face, but it certainly is. He almost pulls it back to see, but catches himself before doing the dumbest thing possible.]
Fine! Show them the foe they all should be fearing! That's the recognit--wait, did you call me stale? I am NOT stale!
[His fucking priorities...]
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[Yeah, that's hardly...better. At least when you're not a cookie. Who the hell calls themselves moist?]
You haven't seen anything! And who knows, maybe I had my head under a sugar cube this whole time! You can't prove that I know—
[It's then that his companions pull on his robes, urging him to get the hell out of here?? He swats at them before jabbing a finger at Claudia once more.]
A-anyway! This won't be the last you see of me! Better watch yourself, or you might end up cursed!!
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[Who calls themselves moist?]
And you better watch yourself! My alien uncle is a can kick your butt! And so can Kirishima!