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Recent content by Butterfree

  1. Butterfree

    Lucre Merrimere

    Jean crouched down in a stance like she was getting ready to pounce, raising her tails threateningly above her head. "We'll torch you!" she announced, gathering flames in her throat. For a sudden moment she jolted weirdly, like it'd be scary and painful, but -- no, it was just a warm...
  2. Butterfree

    Lucre Merrimere

    Jean looked between Feyza, the fishing traps and the Binacle, blinking. So... these were her traps? And this guy (these guys?) was breaking them? (People did fishing here? But wasn't this a world where Pokémon were people?) Either way, they seemed bad. And they were supposed to fight bad...
  3. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    "Okay, but did you see him with her? Did she seem into it or no?" (Not that it'd be proof of fucking anything if she had been, other than that Scrafty'd been embellishing what he claimed to have seen to grasp for an alternate suspect.) "Do any of you have any actually useful information?" If...
  4. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    Fuck. What the fuck. He hadn't believed the Scrafty for a moment when he'd suddenly brought up that he'd conveniently forgotten to mention the guy he was accusing sexually harassing the victim, but then the fucking Thievul had freely confessed that he had been chatting her up at the saloon. Dave...
  5. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    Oh, convenient. Totally an alibi, but the one person who can confirm it is out of commission. "Okay, so, mending her fence? Is that an outdoor fence? Anyone else who would've gone by and could confirm if they saw you there? Neighbors who might've looked out their windows? Anything?" Dave looked...
  6. Butterfree

    Lucre Merrimere

    "I want to battle!" Jean said immediately, raising a paw. "I can, umm..." She took a moment to breathe in and recall what she'd done before, then spat out a small flame and grinned. "There! Look!"
  7. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    Some freaky fucking definition of two hours, huh. Dave swallowed bile. At least, if this was anything like the party games he'd gotten roped into at college once or twice, there was supposed to be an actual culprit or culprits to find. And these idiots sure weren't going to find them if their...
  8. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    The eerie chorus of the phantasms' voices got Dave's hackles up again, a shudder running through him. This was... like some kind of fucked-up game. One day to lynch a suspect, pick one at random if they had to. He had the sense this was the dungeon's externally-imposed rules of engagement, not...
  9. Butterfree

    Lucre Merrimere

    "I haven't gotten to fight anyone yet, but I want to learn!" Jean said excitedly. "I can use some moves! We're going to be superheroes and we'll save the world."
  10. Butterfree

    One word at a time

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  11. Butterfree

    Lucre Merrimere

    Jean watched the Buizel curiously. "Ooh, who's the don?" She looked around. There didn't seem to be anybody but the Buizel there. "Hi! I'm Jean!" she said. "We came from another world!"
  12. Butterfree

    One word at a time

    I
  13. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    Dave blinked as the phantasms' eyes locked on him. "What? I've only even been here for like fifteen fucking minutes, most of them with him." He waved a paw at Jesse. "And ideally I'd like to be anywhere else. Look, I don't know anything about this murder" -- which isn't even a real murder, what...
  14. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    A cold trickle went down Dave's spine. Jesus Christ. The dungeon was dropping them in the middle of a fucking lynch mob? What were they supposed to do, stop them? Or what, did the dungeon just want them to help these fuckers find the correct murderer to extrajudicially execute, puzzle solved...
  15. Butterfree

    Taleska Ghost Town, N/A

    It was true; the phantasms weren't attacking. Dave watched warily as Jesse stepped up to speak to them. He'd generally tried to spend as little time in dungeons as he could get away with, especially the ones with some kind of weird bullshit going on. And then Jesse saw something and stiffened...
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