"They sure are. I'm 25 and you're a pansy-ass bird, so I have no idea what yer goin' on about.""Will you be quiet?" she hissed. "Adults are talking."
"They sure are. I'm 25 and you're a pansy-ass bird, so I have no idea what yer goin' on about.""Will you be quiet?" she hissed. "Adults are talking."
full disclosure, i’m kind of intentionally keeping my distance from this game in the interest of not getting hopelessly sucked into it. trying to just have a good time, and getting too invested will make me have the opposite of that. not that i’m not going to try to play the game, and i have been, but i dunno if comparing my level of investment here to past games is the way.
Oh. It was a joke. It seemed like at least that girl with the green hair trusted him...
Rui thought. And thought some more. And then, with a deep breath, she finally spoke."U-um...I-I can only send one m-message during the n-night, but...th-there are certain th-things about it I p-probably shouldn't s-say," Gen said, trembling.
((I think we know for sure I'm illiterate but yes, pretend that says green dress 🥲 ))(fyi, Amy has yellow hair but was mentioned to be currently wearing a green dress)
Guzma knotted his brows. Well, so much for running back and changing. Now we got people admitting shit.“I…wasn’t sure if I should say anything, because I didn’t want to put myself in danger. But Gen speaking up gave me the courage to do that, too.” She gave the Pokémon a small smile. “I’m not sure I should reveal all the details, but I can send messages in the night, too. There’s limits to them, though. I’m not sure if Gen and I have the same responsibilities, or if they’re a little different from each other. And…that’s all I can say, for now.”
"Þou cknowþ not sche þat ye haue spaken to! Þere standeþ þe God of Deaþ, Eter of Saols! Lacking in þe propre Reguard for þis Moste Æsteem'd creature, þou art! Færst þou not for þy life!?" <You know not she that you have spoken to! There stands the God of Death, Eater of Souls! Lacking in the proper regard for this most esteemed creature, you are! Do you not fear for your life!?>"They sure are. I'm 25 and you're a pansy-ass bird, so I have no idea what yer goin' on about."
"They sure are. I'm 25 and you're a pansy-ass bird, so I have no idea what yer goin' on about."
“I…wasn’t sure if I should say anything, because I didn’t want to put myself in danger. But Gen speaking up gave me the courage to do that, too.” She gave the Pokémon a small smile. “I’m not sure I should reveal all the details, but I can send messages in the night, too. There’s limits to them, though. I’m not sure if Gen and I have the same responsibilities, or if they’re a little different from each other. And…that’s all I can say, for now.”
Mademoiselle shook her head. "I do not have that ability, I only wished to get a more complete image over what happened overnight to give us a better idea of what is going on. The night messaging was the first thing to come to mind, especially after the girl behind you insinuated that she'd received a message, though I admit I must've misinterpreted her words."
Gods have mercy. That terrifying bird had just thrown Guzma—that had to be at least twenty feet, right? And now she was towering over her, demanding answers. Rui felt her blood run cold."I've had enough of you testing my patience, little man." Mademoiselle growled. She noticed that another girl had spoken up, something she'd have to address as soon as she was done taking out the trash. Making no effort to make him comfortable, Mademoiselle dragged the pathetic man a bit further into the main square before flinging him far towards the other side. With a satisfied huff, she returned to discuss more prevailing matters.
"So we have two people who can send messages, hm?" Mademoiselle turned to regard the girl with pigtails. "Did you send such a message last night, or did you also hold off from doing so?"
It was completely indecipherable, just a jumble of words that amounted to nothing more than what looked like an advertisement.
"This very well may be a bad idea, and you can refrain from answering if you so choose, but, Mademoiselle @Inkedust , did your buddy also receive a message last night? You don't have to reveal their identity, just a simple yes or no will do."
Still, she refused to let it show. She raised her chin and unflinchingly met the Pokémon’s gaze. “Yes, ma’am. I sent a message last night. I’m not sure what it was supposed to accomplish, but I figured I might as well use it if it can be helpful.”
"How interesting. Then I'm wondering how I got that message last night, if it can even be called a message. It was completely indecipherable, just a jumble of words that amounted to nothing more than what looked like an advertisement.
Rui frowned. “That…can’t have been my message, then. What I sent was very clear. Unless…someone interfered with it before you got it?”"How interesting. Then I'm wondering how I got that message last night, if it can even be called a message. It was completely indecipherable, just a jumble of words that amounted to nothing more than what looked like an advertisement. It certainly felt like a prank, though I'm not one to simply dismiss it. After all, it lead me to discovering that lovely little cafe. However..."
He was gone for a while after that. So much so, one might have assumed he died with the force of the throw. Far from the case, however. If anything, he never felt more alive with the deep set fucking rage he felt. All he was trying to do was figure shit out with everyone else, and that goddamn priss had to throw him."I've had enough of you testing my patience, little man." Mademoiselle growled. She noticed that another girl had spoken up, something she'd have to address as soon as she was done taking out the trash. Making no effort to make him comfortable, Mademoiselle dragged the pathetic man a bit further into the main square before flinging him far towards the other side. With a satisfied huff, she returned to discuss more prevailing matters.
He spit some blood out of his mouth, and wiped what dripped from his nose. A violent grin crossed his lips.You know not she that you have spoken to! There stands the God of Death, Eater of Souls! Lacking in the proper regard for this most esteemed creature, you are! Do you not fear for your life!?
[[...prank call?It certainly felt like a prank,
Steven frowned. "As indecipherable as the message was, I am hesitant to reveal all of the specifics... I have attempted to hint at the language of the message as subtly as I could, assuming the sender would be looking for who got their message."Salem's ears perked up.
"Indecipherable? If you share what it was, maybe it'll mean something to someone here."
Steven's hand returned to his chin, but the frown remained. "From the structure of the message, I am inclined to agree, it did feel like some kind of code. However, there was no key or any other information in order to figure out exactly how it was coded.""Not to my knowledge."
"I see. Well, I think you might've found your recipient," Mademoiselle said, nodding to Steven. Though something else caught her attention.
"The messages are claimed to be limited in some way, could it be possible that someone is trying to hide some kind of code within those limitation in an attempt to communicate?"
Steven turned his attention to where the red haired girl had backed herself in an effort to stay clear of the fracas that Steven was ignoring with practiced ease. "Excuse me, but I'm curious. Was the message you sent last night very short?"Rui frowned. “That…can’t have been my message, then. What I sent was very clear. Unless…someone interfered with it before you got it?”
“It was short, yes,” Rui said. “Only three words.”Steven turned his attention to where the red haired girl had backed herself in an effort to stay clear of the fracas that Steven was ignoring with practiced ease. "Excuse me, but I'm curious. Was the message you sent last night very short?"
"I'm smart!" squeaked Salem, tail like a lamppost. "I bet I can figure it out! Show, show!""From the structure of the message, I am inclined to agree, it did feel like some kind of code. However, there was no key or any other information in order to figure out exactly how it was coded."