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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?]
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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!