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I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

Who: Our volunteer mountaineers
What: Two parties split up to scale the mountain from two sides, planning to meet at it’s peak. Shenanigans occur along the way.
When: September 13th to 16th
Where: Group 1: G3, H2, G2 || Group 2: F3, F2, G2
Warnings: Please note any warnings in your subject headers!

Word spreads quickly in a small community such as this. What was originally intended to be a small party turned into something much larger- and on the day Chara planned to leave for the mountain, it’s not one, but two parties that make off for it’s peak.

Group 1, led by Chara, moves off during the early hours of the morning, seeking to search the furthest part of the mountain by following the river upwards. The path is longer and more winding- however, they are unhampered in when they can travel.

Group 2, led by Ardyn, takes off after the sun has set- due to the needs of multiple members to avoid the sun’s harsh glare. Their route takes them up the closest side of the mountain, which provides an easier path- however, they may only travel whilst the sun is set.

OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;

♆ RNG was happily done blind by our wonderful Guzma mun, with our animals RNG'd by Wade Wilson's! Thank them both for all your misfortune.

♆ Prompts have been provided for each group below! Simply toplevel wherever you wish and treat this like a normal open post!

♆ Since each group will generally be in close contact with one another, consider asking others if you can threadjack here and there; nothing says team-building like being a nosy parker.

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[Well, he's not about to leave a guy hanging - Guzma's getting up to his feet, but nearly topples over when the accusation is made. He snorts loudly, catching himself on one pal as his sneakers make a sharp skidding against the gravel.]

Pff--HAHA! [He likes that. He really, really likes that. If only he thought of it when he was still leading Team Skull - 'dumbskulls' really defined the majority of his grunts. Alas, the opportunity is well past now.] That's a new one, but nah - Duskull. Guessing y'all are like the masses and don't know what a Pokemon is, yeah?

[He finally saunters over after his brief snickerfest, sitting down with his back against the big door.]

Woah, yeah, yeah. I know 'em. Just never heard of a Duskull.

[ Sans seems to sit up a little straighter, intrigued by the prospect that out of anywhere he could have ended up in the multiverse, he once again finds himself in the presence of people who seem to know about a fairly unique phenomenon.

Pokemon still seem like monsters in their infancy to Sans, but he has a better understanding of their relationship to the trainers who care for them, now. ]

Used to know a few of 'em, and their, uh. Trainers? A Riolu and I used to hang. Wonder how he's doin'.

Dang, for real? Y'all are maybe the fourth person I met what knows 'bout 'em outside me and the kid. [It's still a rarity, but hell - anyone that knows even a little bit about pokemon is a-okay in his book. It gives Guzma a chance to save his goddamn breath explaining it over and over again. He's plain getting sick of it, and half tempted to just up and ask the Storyteller for a fucking pokedex to shove at those he has to explain to.] Hoo...and Riolu and Lucario are straight up rare as, dog, y'all can only find a handful of their packs on the Poni Wilds in Alola - real hard as place, only Island Challenge Champions or those just as strong allowed there.

Uh, anyway - a Duskull's a kinda ghost pokemon. Hold up--lemme just... [He grabs a stone from the ground and begins etching onto the stone door. He curses once, quietly, and furrows his brows, scribbling a bit and then moves his hand away to show off a drawing of the pokemon, though the skull portion of it seems a little, erm...off kilter. Guzma's muscle memory tried to recreate his team logo by mistake.] First thing what came to mind when I took one look at you, homeboy.

Wow, I've never looked so handsome.

[ He's kidding. Or maybe not -- either way, it's a dig at Guzma's artistic talents, or at Sans's appearance, and anyone who knows Sans would know which side he leans. Still, he grins at the drawing like he actually enjoys it being there.

But mostly because Pokemon Trainers tend to be humans who treat monster like him with greater respect than he expects of their kind. ]

Nope, that ain't me. But I'm flattered. Where I'm from, there aren't Pokemon, just humans and animals and monsters like me.

[Guzma isn't an artist, not in the traditional sense; he can draw his team logo easily, since he has for...years prior, but most other things are just scribbly doodles and the like. No, his artistic talents lie in music and dance.

And here it is, another person--er, creature that knows about pokemon, somewhat, but doesn't live in a world filled with them. He's starting to wonder just how many planes of existence there are out there. Surely there are other dimensions and worlds - Ultra Space was one of them, of course - but it's still such a bizarre concept...portals, or wormholes, being opened up to other worlds beyond his own.]

Monsters? Huh...y'all wouldn't know Muffet by chance, would you? Big ol' spider-person, yeah, what likes to bake a whole lot. She called herself a monster. [Which he didn't exactly like, considering the word has a strongly negative connotation, but then again...pokemon is an abbreviation for 'Pocket Monsters', so. And the way she talked, it sounded more like a species name than anything derogatory.]

[ He doesn't need to be a great artist, in any sense of the word. He's good enough to get the point across.

Many worlds used to be nothing more than a theory to Sans. Now, it's just part of his life, especially the part where he ends up tossed into another world whenever somebody powerful enough decides to have a giggle at his expense.

That part makes him a little bitter. ]

Yeah. She's a shrewd business-spider. She owns her own bakery empire back where we're from. I hear her donuts are to die for.

[ He chuckles. ]

Just don't assume all'a us monsters know each other. That's specist.

[Ah, here we go again with the whole spider bakery thing. He's been told this again and again that Muffet is a darn good baker, and he's getting more and more curious as to if he could ever sample some of her wares. Guzma is dying to have something sweet (a Tapu Cocoa with his favorite flavor of tart malasada), and a donut sounds like just the thing to satiate his sweet tooth.

Mm, maybe if they ever get something like a stove or oven, and the correct ingredients, he could pitch a favor to the spider lady to test-taste a few of her goodies. Maybe their acquaintanceship will net him something for free, too. That'd be stellar.]

Yeah, I heard...been dying to try some of Muffy's stuff. Though a bit of home cooking's looking pretty good too, y'know? [Listen, there's only so long you can go without the flavors you're used to. Sure this island reminds him a lot of Alola, but it's not home. Guzma misses the meals he would easily grab from restaurants and cafes at the Pokemon Centers a lot.]

Mm? Bro, I ain't thinking nothing, just heard'a term and made a guess, but if y'all think every Trainer knows one another, then I may throw that back in your face, heh heh... [Though, uh...a lot of Alolans, trainer or otherwise, know him. Guzma's pretty infamous.]

[ Honestly? If they ever have the materials to have baked goods, Sans might just be tempted to pay whatever it is she'd be asking for -- monster food's tough to come by, and sweets? Man, that'd really go a long way towards erasing some of the effects of these lean times.

But he can see Guzma's on the same page. ]

Just pullin' your leg, buddy. Truth is, I don't know too many real "trainers".

Most of us just kinda ended up bein' friends or taking care of 'em once they hatched. Wade and Tibs? More like a father-daughter team, if you ask me.

[Guzma has a sweet tooth the size of his fist, probably, and he's been dying for a huge, frothing mug of Tapu Cocoa paired with his favorite sour-sweet Malasada...fresh from the fryers. Nothing beats that for breakfast when he actually does wake up early, and the cafes just start brewing and cooking...ah. Heaven. ♥ It's taken nearly all of Guzma's willpower not to ask the rabbit for a five pound bag of mix and a kettle to make the former, but his endurance is slipping away with all this talk of his favorite foods.]

Mm, well, you traveling 'round with the realest Trainers in Alola, my man. That anklebiter's the first ever regional champion where I'm from. Ain't no one stronger'n 'er in all Alola...yet. [He grins, folding his arms behind his head as he sinks his back against the stone.] Ain't got need for a flashy title like that, but I plan on taking that brat down some day.

Mm...still don't understand how there's pokemon in other places, but I guess if one world can suck 'em up like a vaccuum, then it isn't so farfetched... But yeah, lotta people what got pokemon keep 'em as pets, too, or companions for small families - y'get close fast, 'specially when y'raise 'em young. Me n' my bro Golisopod ain't ever been apart. He was the first bug pokemon I caught when he was still a Wimpod. And I was a snotty little brat m'self.

[An actual happy memory from Guzma's childhood? A rarity, and more so that he's talking about it. But if it involves his beloved pokemon, he's happy to share.]

No kiddin'? ...Huh.

[ There's a pause, and then Sans ruins everything: ]

So is a regional champion a big deal or something?

[ It's pretty cute that this guy reminisces like this with a stranger, weird too, but... heck, it's probably because it's hard NOT to become fond of what strikes Sans as monsters in their infancies that he views Guzma's own clear fondness as a good thing. But he's not done ruining it. ]

I mean, not that I'm judging. But you gotta rivalry with a little kid.

[Wow, easy there, killer...don't go tripping into dangerous waters now, when your health is so low.

Guzma scoffs, a deep scowl on his face. Not that you judging, huh? Mmm, why you lying???? He glances sideways, then forward again, closing his eyes and flicking his sunglasses over his eyes.]

That little kid could trounce you n' me at the same time, prob'ly with her darned wrestlecat alone. [That Incineroar of hers was a behemoth - a wall of snarling muscle and flames that would no sooner suplex a giant boulder (just because it can) than curl up in one's lap, purring.] ...A regional champion means she took on every trial and challenge put in front'a her; beat down the best'a the best. Alola's strongest trainers, and came out on top. Not a lotta people can brag 'bout that.

And lastly, my man--a trainer ain't valued by their age, but their skill. Y'all may see a kid, but believe me, ain't no kid what's done what she done. [For me.] ...Whatever, nevermind.

[Why'd he even bother trying to get friendly?]

Y'know...?

[ And if there's any question that he's going to keep playing with fire, Guzma need only look at his amused grin. Sure, as a skeleton, his face is sort of stuck that way all the time, but this? This is pure comedy gold, in his opinion. ]

With the shades on, you can almost pull that off without soundin' lame.

[ SANS, HE WILL STOMP YOU INTO POWDER. ]

I can't tell if you've gotta crush or if you just really, really respect her for whuppin' your behind once.

[Now, had Sans left it at poking fun of Guzma's looks, he'd have maybe shrugged it off with an irate huff - he has a much easier time of letting things roll off his back when it comes to how silly and "wild" he looks. Yeah, he's gotten comments about his hair, his wardrobe, and those two tea saucers he calls sunglass lenses...but it's the latter sentence that plucks a foul chord, and suddenly the space between them get charged in a bad way.

What was that about a hit being more fatal to a monster when someone wants to do them harm? When they are so eager to FIGHT without MERCY? You're walking a hairline thread, Sans, and Guzma's knuckles pop as his fingers curl into the fabric of his pants, tightly pulling the cloth as each digit squeezes his knees. Something to hold onto, something to keep them from reaching out, from grabbing, from doing what he's picturing in his mind.]

I'm gonna need y'all to not ever say that again.

[She's eleven, and Guzma is well into his twenties. It's vulgar, and makes ill of the relationship he has with the girl. Maybe that's why he's so mad, why it took that alone to immediately reach his boiling point. The tightness in the man's body speaks volumes - the way his eyes seem to stare at Sans, challenging him to take another shot. Keep talking, skeleton, really. See what it gets you.]

...Yeesh. Would you relax? I'm just pullin' your leg, pal.

[ Then again, the whole, uh... age difference thing is kinda lost on Sans, whose only ability to measure age with humans is a mixture of height and innocence. And even then, it's not really a consistent thing.

He's seen some kids who don't really seem like kids, know what he means? ]

Ah, nevermind. This stopped bein' fun.

[Guzma bites his lip, swallowing down the acidic retort about how he could easily do the same - pull this guy's leg...off - but he just takes a deep breath and stands up, shuffling away from him to be alone for a while...lest his temper get the better of him and he does something unwise.

The smart mouth here is right about one thing though, this conversation did stop being fun, and he's not sure if he'll reattempt another during the course of this expedition. God, he's really getting sick of people...this was a bad idea, and the loot they got didn't equal half of the trouble it took to get here.

He's ready to peace the fuck out.]

Edited (goddamn bracket break >:C ) 2017-11-10 01:01 (UTC)

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