Morphic - Open Thread KINGSGUARD ;;
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ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

She doesn't remember much except for waking to her limber body being tossed on the waves like a ragdoll, gasping for breath only to have the water rush in-- Long fingers splay as she swims wildly in whatever direction she believes is up, coughing hard when she gets lucky and finds the right direction in the chaos of it all. Another blasting wave drives her chest-first onto the black-sanded shore. The sand digs into her scales as she coughs and heaves and tries to breathe upon the ground. The thin golden chain's tendrils clink against her the glimmering disc fastened by a leather strap upon her shoulder.

Her head feels hazy. She blinks, looks around, and then unsteadily raises slim figure up above the reach of the water. The lizard's lip curls at the way the salt water stings in her nose, where the ferocity of the sea has caused her chain's piercing to dig into the flesh. Astyn looks around, searching. Being out in the open like this makes her skin crawl for reasons she can't place; she seeks the comforting shadows of the cliffs as she heads toward them.

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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: None.


Jones hadn't meant to stray this far afield. These earthquakes have altered the island's topography and with it, Jones's sense of direction. For a little while, Jones indulges herself in these ramblings, keeping her frilled neck flared to take in sunlight. But then, as she stops to catch her breath after climbing a particularly steep hill, a familiar sound catches her by surprise. Sea spray. Jones has found her way back to the beach she washed up half-dead on not long ago.

The first instinct is to turn back. Jones is a desert creature through and through; she has no need of the ocean, and it brings back bad memories. Lungs full of salt and bones chilled near to death are not pleasant sensations to recall. But another sound catches Jones's attention, quieter, almost buried by the crashing of the waves. Something below is clinking, slinking, with the sound of something living sliding across the sand. Morbid curiosity impels Jones forward. What being has been dragged ashore by this bizarre island now?

The creature is black-scaled, reptilian, bedecked in shining yellow metal with bright pink stripes shimmering across their - her - body. She's moving closer, and as she does, Jones catches a glimpse of cold, cunning violet eyes.

Sparks crackle along Jones's scales and her heart speeds up without her input. She doesn't know who this Pokemon is, but she can feel the fear and rage flooding her thoughts, and she trusts her own instincts. She channels the electricity, swinging her tail forward, shooting out a warning Thunderbolt above the stranger's head with barely a second thought. "Who," Jones growls, half-forgotten memories of blood and battle stirring in the back of her brain, "are you."
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#3

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

Her disoriented scurry to safety is given pause by another reptilian figure approaching gradually. Purple eyes narrow to thin slits, pronged tongue flicking out to taste the salty air. Her head gives a throb at the sight of the yellow-scaled creature, but for her, it is not anger that bubbles up, but mild amusement. From where, she's not sure, but she knows that as soon as she sees the lizard, a wicked smirk cracks across her jaws unbidden. She anticipates the crackling electricity that streaks above her head and ducks lithely beneath it. The tingling of it just past her scales quite literally electrifies her. Her own tail lashes with excitement. Astyn wishes that she could place the feeling--this familiarity, this natural ease into ways she no longer knows but feels.

"Oh," comes the drawl, slipping from reptilian maw in a honeyed-sweet hiss in response to the gravelly growl. The words come without thought as she draws up to her full, slender height. "A plaything," she murmurs pointedly beneath her breath, brows raised. Her heart thunders in her chest with excitement. "Who's asking?"

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A staccato rhythm beats, playing Jones’s heart like a fearful drum. The instant she sees the stranger rise up, she’s sure that she’s made a mistake, but she can’t back down, can’t admit it. Not when she’s already thrown down the proverbial gauntlet.

Plaything. Jones latches onto the insult, holding it tight to remind herself to be angry instead of afraid. On instinct, she puts her hand to her back for… something that she was hoping would protect her, but whatever she’s seeking, it isn’t there. The thought makes her nervous. “I don’t hafta tell you anything,” she spits, her tail lashing back and forth. “But I’ll tell you something I know. You look like trouble, and I’m not gonna have any of it.”

She remembers something - a flash at the edge of her vision. She was holding something, something that she trusted, and she was fighting with that, that weapon, black scales flashing all around her. She’d been hurt, she was hurting others, and she didn’t know when the battle would end. She was fighting for her life.

The beach feels hazy, like the black sand could at any time vanished and be replaced by the harsh golden dunes of her nebulous past. Like the scent of salt could change to the tang of blood. Without thinking about it, Jones digs her talons into the earth.

“So you better not be here t’cause any.”
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#5

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

Astyn visibly recoils at the word trouble, her long fingers clasping dramatically at violet-marked chest. Golden chains clink together at the sudden movement. The smile on her features, however, is wicked--she's far from offended. If anything, it's a compliment.

"Little ole' me? Trouble?" she purrs. Forked tongue flicks out to lash against her lips. Boldly, she steps forward on all fours, head stooping low, feet grasping the black sand. Fire swishes about her maw like a fine wine being washed about her palette. She's deathly still for a moment, like an adder ready to strike. "It's a shame that you have such a good eye for trouble." She suddenly pivots lithely on her front limbs as she swings her hips toward her opponent. Flame streaks down her tail as she seeks to Fire Lash it diagonally across the Heliolisk's chest.

Astyn vs Jones
for
Troublemaking Fun TBH
Round 1/?

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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: Astyn (K'sariya).

Used Discharge, Mud-Slap.

The fire. Jones should see it coming before it arrives, but she's fixated on Astyn's maw, waiting for the burst of fire that's surely about to come from the lizard's jaw. When Astyn leaps toward her, Jones is thunderstruck, and she only has time to lift her arms before -

It hurts. Gods above and below, the burn sears her scales, carving a furrow of pain across her outer arms. Jones recoils, ready to run, but then something within her snaps. The fire, the heat, that's something that's hers. She is a creature of pain and heat and violence. She will not be made to run away like some meek prey, like some plaything - 

Electricity - real, honest to gods lightning - surges out of Jones's body, a myriad of golden arcs flying out of her and in all directions. Some of it is directed toward Astyn, but most of it is scattershot, wild. 

Jones doesn't wait to see if Astyn was hit or stop to question the fact that she just shot lightning from her body. Instead, she takes a cue from Astyn. Using her own tail, she swipes the earth, sending a clod of dirt flying directly at Astyn's eyes.
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#7

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

There's electricity as fiery tail connects with reptilian skin--and it's more than just what Jones launches back at her. The searing connection of their bodies in battle, even in such a minute way, feels right to the Kingsguard. It dries her mouth with the thirst for more of it, almost overwhelmingly so--and it's in this bliss that she gets carried away, leaving herself vulnerable to the forking plasma that arcs wildly toward her. It strikes across her exposed side, flicking up her right side and lashing over her spine, leaving the flesh there raw and searing. At the same time, the black grit of the beach is sent flying straight into her eyes. Her flinch from the lightning manages to save her left eye, having turned her head slightly away in the pain, but the sand finds purchase in her right. She staggers backward with a hiss, but even this seems to delight her.

"I like the way you play, little one," she drawls. Needing time to regain her focus and clear her eyes, a sulfuric, toxic fog--a mixture of a Poison Gas and a Smog--begins to pour from her back. She tries to duck defensively behind the thick, dark-purple smoke, but not before forming a belch of poison into a thick, tall, sludge-y Substitute of herself in her place. In the blooming mist, she hopes the vague silhouette will draw fire, even if just for a moment, so that she can clear her eye.

Astyn vs Jones
for
Troublemaking Fun TBH
Round 2/?

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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: Astyn (K'sariya).
Used Quick Attack.


A vicious, sharp-toothed grin forms on Jones's face as her foe recoils, first from the lightning and then from the dirt flung full into one side of her face. However, Jones's vindictive triumph is short-lived; Astyn's grin and her taunts make Jones's stomach sink.

Once again, Jones reaches to her back, hunting for something to defend herself - something that just isn't there. Electricity runs down her back as she shivers, fear and fury mingling in a thunderstorm of feeling. 

Poison is coming from Astyn now. The violent, violet smoke billows and churns around Astyn's body, even moreso as the Salazzle slips into the cloud. However, a second later, she seems to step forward again, so coated in purple poison that she almost looks to be formed of the stuff. Jones, wary of another rapid attack, begins to circle around. She's seen that this creature is a being of fire - and while Jones herself isn't exactly the fondest of water, she feels its call, its power. As fast as her feet can take her, she dashes around the Salazzle and toward the water. It's strange how normal it feels when streaks of white light begin shooting up Jones's feet, carrying her even more quickly to the edge of the waves and away from the Salazzle's noxious fog.
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