Post by fieraferella on Oct 16, 2019 15:46:49 GMT -6
Lincoln | Copper Lamadidron | Male Lv. 16/Lo. 18
Stamina: 5 Strength: 5 Resistance: 9 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Electrical Immunity Moves: Tail Strike, Ker-zaap!, Crystalline Power
Tricks Known: Name, Sit, Come, Stay, No, Tolerance, Accept Bloody/Scary Sights, Electric Charge, Electrical Bite
Once she had finished filling out the seemingly endless paperwork, Fiera made her way into the gym. It really was endless too, taking her at least half an hour- how many safety waivers did one place need? For all that it promised to be a training gym of top tier safety for training pets to push past their limits, Fiera sure did need to sign a lot of papers promising she wouldn’t sue the place if something bad happened. Or maybe it was in case you were attacked by someone or something else that was training. Even from where she was standing now, she could see a variety of dangerous creatures roaming around the gym (though supervised by their respective owners). Pliathor brought the pools to a frothy boil, PHIL struck at training dummies with feather light touches that were still enough to slap their faces off, and amphadron summoned magical blasts that incinerated anything in their paths. She held Lincoln’s leash a little tighter. She was sure he could stand his own in a fight of course, there was no doubt there, but she didn’t need the lawsuit if he ran off and got into trouble. Anyone else would feel a little bit nervous. Well. She was nervous, but for a different reason. She had never done this before- she had never even looked at this place before today! Oh sure she had heard of it, as she had heard of a lot of things in this city, but she couldn’t say she knew much about gym training, and frankly she was hoping she didn’t make herself look like an idiot doing it. Fiera was a person who cared a lot about appearances, after all.
She wore her best gym clothes here for those appearances. And by best, she meant ‘fanciest’ and ‘most fashionable’. A bright orange jumpsuit with elegant piping, covered by a light, white sports jacket, the sleeves scrunched up onto her elbows to give her an imposing silhouette. As usual, her hair was styled perfecty, swept back behind her head, and her two kitty ears perked out of it effortlessly. Her tail trailed behind her, black, long furred, and impeccably brushed, flowing like dark water in her wake. Fiera had always been particularly proud of it. She also had on reflective aviators, exactly like the kind you’d see someone wearing in the training montages of some widespread and well loved but not incredibly well written 80’s action film. The kind with the young, scrappy underdogs that always inexplicably won despite their lack of experience and wisdom. Well, Fiera considered herself a scrappy underdog but unlike those movie clowns she ALSO had years of experience and wisdom. And a great wardrobe full of outfits to die for. Beat that, kung fu kids and baseball playing dogs. As far as she was concerned, that meant that she couldn’t fail if she tried, and this gym training session was going to go great.
In addition to her fantastic orange jumpsuit, she also had a fantastic orange critter with her. Fiera wasn’t here to train herself, after all. Despite Fiera’s love for showing off, this day at the gym was intended to be for Lincoln’s benefit. Lincoln was, of course, her copper lamadidron. He came up to her hips at his shoulder, the usual size for his species. He was covered in thick orange plates, stony in texture, with green accents. His eyes were deep and soulful, with a cutely rounded snout and ears. Despite his cute appearance however, it was clear that he was still a creature that could pack a punch, with his stony claws and long tail that ended in a brutish lump of stone, perfect for beating skulls in. Thankfully, Fiera hadn’t taught him to use that end of himself quite yet. All in all, he was pretty average for his species and breed in size, shape, and color, but his personality was what made him so attractive to Fiera, to the point that she dragged him all the way out here for extra training and attention. He was oddly clever for a lamadidron, picking up on concepts and tricks unusually fast, making him charmingly mischevious for Fiera to train. However, this also meant that he got bored easily, and he could also easily come off as lazy to most people as a result.
To rectify that, Fiera thought it would be a good idea for him to get some extra attention and special training. She did some research on the best places for such a thing, and all signs pointed at the training gym, so here she was. With any luck, he’d be able to get out some of that excess energy and puzzle solving ability, and she’d be able to get a leg up on the competition with an unusually beefy lamadidron. That was her goal today after all- to teach Lincoln a thing or two about strength. He was very experienced in resistance after all- that armor wasn’t just for show, and there was very little that could get through it. It was almost pure stone, and his confidence alone showed off how strong it was in comparison to slashing claws and crunching jaws. His strength however, and the ability to deal out damage as well as take it, wasn’t quite as worth writing home about. It was decent, sure, but ‘decent’ wasn’t what won tournaments, or kept you alive in a real fight. No, he needed to get stronger. Maybe she could work on his other aspects someday as well, but she was only human (well, sort of) and could only work on one task at a time like anyone else. So, strength training it was. She only hoped that her inexperience didn’t get in the way- it was frustrating to not know the layout of the building, let alone how any of the equipment worked. Fiera wasn’t sure if she was even walking in the right direction here, and was hoping that a sign labelled ‘strength training area’ would pop up soon.
Post by fieraferella on Oct 16, 2019 15:50:24 GMT -6
Fiera had also picked strength training because it seemed the easiest thing to teach. Other things like mentality or resistance were a little more… vague in their definitions, even though they were officially classed ‘statistics’ that the labs kept track of for power levels and tournaments and whatnot. She wasn’t even sure how one was supposed to teach mentality- read books to your pets until they spontaneously got smarter? Or just bored to tears, she supposed. She didn’t think that would work well on Lincoln. And resistance… sure, she could think of some training methods for it, but they were awfully similar to strength with the only difference she could imagine being that they’d take ten times as long to train. She groaned internally, glad she wasn’t teaching that today. Who wanted to spend all day in a gym watching their pet repeat the same task over and over again? ...She groaned again, out loud this time as she realized that that description would likely match her today. She could deal with it, but she hoped that Lincoln shared the same level of patience.
He seemed interested so far, at least. He sniffed at the air experimentally, his ears perked and swivelling around. He was clearly taking in everything that the gym had to offer, though she had to yank on his leash when he started honking at the other gym-goers. His confidence was one of Fiera’s most favorite things about her lamadidron, but not when it meant purposefully antagonizing a creature twice his size, as was the case with the thundergug he was currently shouting at. Thankfully, its glacial personality meant that Lincoln’s antagonizations slid right off its back. The only indication that it noticed him at all was a brief flick of the ear and a dirty look from its owner. She smiled awkardly and yanked harder on his harness, dragging him away from the chagrined pair. Thankfully, they seemed to be doing something with agility, so she wouldn’t need to spend much time with them. Something with wooden poles stuck in the ground, that the thundergug was being encouraged to run around in. Interesting, but not what Fiera was here for, she thought as she turned around and led her copper lamadidron elsewhere.
The place was well built, at the very least. Well maintained floors, frequently padded at different spots to prevent injury to any pets or owners. She was sure that her knees would be glad for it, at least. The ceiling was high and arcing in this spot, almost reminding Fiera of an aircraft hangar- though she hadn’t seen any of those machines in quite some time. Did they even exist in The Labs? She was still surprised, even after a couple months, how different these places were. If you had told her about any aspect of lab life even four months ago, she never would have believed you. Back then, she would have scoffed at the description of any of these creatures, even her beloved Lincoln. She would have denied that man could create life from nothing at all. The very idea of magic being real would have been ridiculous, even though she had seen it multiple times with her own two eyes by this point. And the fact that she’d leave her hometown at all to come live in a place like this… she would have found it absurd. After all, what would ever make her leave behind her people, her calling? Oops. No, Fiera truly was in a different spot than before.
Now, she found herself in a quieter spot of the gym. She examined it carefully. There was nobody else here, or at least none that she could see. That didn’t necessarily mean she was alone- she could spy some cameras looking down on her from above, but she supposed that was necessary in a place this big. Still, there were no other trainers that could spy on and judge her for any perceived lack of skill. That only left the question of if it was appropriate for training. Lincoln certainly seemed to like it, opting to lay down in front of her instead of letting her lead him around the room. She sighed, and let go of the leash, letting the lamadidron make himself comfortable. She could explore on her own, whatever.
She actually was surprised that there was no one else in this corner of the gym- it was a huge area, a small gymnasium. The floors were nice and padded, with sections of the wall lined with the same forgiving material, in several soft colors. Despite the hard training that went on in this building, the sense of decoration was actually quite friendly, instead of being harsh and industrial like she was expecting. Fiera could get used to this place. Between the padded sections of the walls were cinderblock barriers, but brightly painted. The lights overhead were bright, but not blindingly so- just what was needed to fill a room of this side with light. She couldn’t even feel any heat from them from here. To either side of them were massive fans, likely more useful during the summer when it would have taken a lot of effort to cool a room this size as well. As of right now, it was the perfect temperature. Outside, it was starting to get a bit nippy for Fiera and Lincolns’ comfort, but the walls of the training gym provided just enough insulation to make the interior the perfect temperature. As a result, the fans were calm and still. Fiera went to investigate the equipment on either side of the gymnasium. A lot of it seemed pretty generic- straps, sand bags, training dummies, but Fiera knew that those could have a lot of uses in this kind of training. She wasn’t going for any one specific move or trick after all, but a training of skill and strength in general, to improve Lincoln’s strength. These sorts of things could come quite in handy for that.
Post by fieraferella on Oct 18, 2019 14:24:56 GMT -6
Fiera looked over the equipment thoughtfully. It looked like she had just about everything she’d need here. If anything else proved to be necessary, she supposed that she could just go steal it from another room or wait until someone else was done with their machine. She nodded and clapped her hands. Yes, this would do quite nicely. Now all she had to do was get started. She picked up a large, adjustable strap. It was about a hands width across, but its length could be changed depending on the size of the pet it was used on. This would work well enough, she thought. She turned around to face Lincoln with it. “Lincoln! Here boy!” She called. The lamadidron lifted his head to look at her grumpily, before snuffling loudly and laying back down. “Hey!” She said, offended. “Lincoln, we don’t have time to mess around! Come!” She demanded, pointing at her feet.
Unfortunately, ‘come’ was a trick that Lincoln actually knew, while ‘here boy’ was just random words. As a result, he huffed and stretched, realizing that his owner actually wanted him to get up. What a hassle. She tapped her foot impatiently as the copper lamadidron took his sweet time in getting up and making his way over to her, quite literally dragging his feet as he ambled over. “Yeah, that’s right. Get your orange butt over here, buddy.” She chastised gently. He honked at her in response, and finally stopped in front of her. She moved around to his side, holding up the strap, as if comparing it to his body, and thought about how she was going to go about this. “Ok Lincoln, uhh. Hm. Stay there.” She said, trying to loop the strap under his belly. He stayed there as commanded, but the lamadidron certainly didn’t do anything to make himself more useful, staring off into space as she struggled to get the strap around him. “Ok no, that’s not working.” She said, coming back up awkwardly. “Try sitting? Lincoln, sit?” She said, tapping on his hips gently. He huffed, but obeyed, lowering himself down into a sitting position. “Good boy.” She said, trying again. His more vertical position made things slightly easier, and gave her much better access to his belly.
The lamadidron’s stomach was smooth and unplated, pale and vulnerable. He snorted irritably but didn’t move as she ran her fingers across it while fiddling with the belt- she supposed it couldn’t be too pleasant to have someone messing around with the only unarmored part of your body. Still, soon she was able to find the correct clasps and adjust it to the correct width, shifting it only a little to get it on the widest part of his body, nestled between some of his plates. “Whew.” She said, standing up to admire her work. The belt was designed to sit snugly, and had a variety of hooks, loops, and clasps to attach weights to, allowing an owner to weight their pet down to better teach them strength. Overall, Lincoln was looking pretty good- now she just needed to find some things to weigh him down with.
She scanned the far wall, where she had seen some sandbags sitting earlier. That was as good a spot to start as any she supposed, and started making her way over. Lincoln was close on her tail, curious to see what it was she was up to. She appreciated it- him following her around meant that she wouldn’t have to drag sand bags over to him. She wasn’t the one trying to train her strength today after all. Lincoln would probably regret being so helpful though, considering he was walking to himself to his exhausting fate. Once they got to the far wall, Fiera tested a couple of them in her hands, with Lincoln sniffing at each one as she weighed it. A great deal of them were too heavy for Fiera to even lift, so she left those ones be. Lincoln, of course, reacted to her efforts with a noise that almost sounded like chuckling. Fiera only rolled her eyes. She worked her way down until she found some more manageable ones. These ones she could at least lift up with some effort, and as far as she could tell, they had the appropriate loops and snaps to hook up to Lincoln’s weight belt. “Ok Lincoln, come here.” She said, getting one ready. He approached, still completely unaware of what was coming for him. She lifted it with no small amount of effort, and maneuvered herself into a squatting position next to the first position on the belt. Fiera fiddled with with the loops and snaps, but eventually managed to get it in position. “Ok Lincoln, sit.” She said, not wanting him to be caught off guard by the sudden weight and falling over. He did as she commanded, and she backed away, letting the sandbag fall heavy. Lincoln honked loudly as it nearly dragged him over. She doubted it was actually too heavy for him- he was a much larger and stronger creature than she was. No, he just wasn’t expecting it and adjusted too late.
As Lincoln hissed and adjusted his posture for the extra weight on his side, Fiera went to get the next sand bag. Lincoln seemed ready for this one and pressed himself to the ground, hissing at her. That only made it easier for her however, as it meant that she didn’t have to worry about him moving or getting dragged off balance by it. She crouched down next to his other side while he honked and swayed his tail angrily. She knew he wouldn’t hit her though- he was just being a huge baby about all this. Soon, that bag was attached too, swinging on the opposite side of its fellow. Fiera stood up and wiped her brow. Two down, two to go! Lincoln on the other hand, only stared at her grumpily from his vantage point on the floor.
Post by fieraferella on Oct 19, 2019 9:49:48 GMT -6
The next sandbag was even heavier, if such a thing were possible. Fiera even had to go check that they were the same weight as the other two, to avoid hurting her lamadidron. But no, it was just Fiera’s aching arms that made it seem heavier than the others. Assured, Fiera dragged it over to her lamadidron, finally dropping it next to him. He gave a long, trumpeting groan of displeasure, but didn’t move. That would mean getting up, and that was the opposite of what he wanted to do, with all this weight on him. Instead, he just glared at his owner with the purified essence of grumpiness in his eyes as she hooked up the third sandbag. It sat heavily on one of his backplates, just barely touching the other one on his left side. Thankfully, the belt around his belly was wide enough and she knew (after reading the instructions) that it somehow spread out the weight around his body. That way, it was impossible for him to injure himself training like this. Or, well, impossible to hurt himself just by lifting the weight. Fiera knew that this knucklehead was plenty capable of hurting himself if he wanted to.
From there though, she only had one bag left to handle. It felt even heavier than the other three, her arms screaming at her from the effort of lifting it. She was getting quite the workout herself! “Ugh…” She said as she plodded across the floor with it. “You had better appreciate this when we’re done, Lincoln. You have no idea how much effort I’m putting in right now, you brat.” She whined. Lincoln only twitched his tail in begrudging amusement at his owner’s suffering. At least they were both hating how heavy these bags were. Inevitably though, she reached Lincoln’s other side and dropped the bag next to him before leaning down to hook it to his belt with the others.
Then, Fiera stood up (ignoring how loudly her back cracked at the effort, or she tried to) and admired her handiwork. Her lamadidron was now wearing a weight distributing belt, with four quite heavy sandbags attached to it- more than she had tried to get him to lift before. Now that they were both prepped and ready, it was time to get him to start actually dragging them around and building up his strength. She backed up a bit, to the other end of the training room, peering over one shoulder. Then, she turned back to Lincoln. “Ok buddy… come!” She called, waving her arms to indicate that he should come over.
He didn’t budge. Instead, the lamadidron just honked at her once, put his head back down, and flicked his tail angrily. Ah. It would appear he was still upset about the whole ‘tying a bunch of really heavy stuff to his back’ thing. Well, he’d just have to get over it- she wasn’t leaving today until he learned something. “Lincoln, COME!” She reiterated, but he still didn’t move. In fact, he didn’t even make an effort to get up. She sighed, and went back to her bag to dig around in it. She didn’t want to get out the big guns already, but he had forced her hand. As Lincoln watched semi-curiously, she lifted up a whole jar of pennies.
That got his attention. The second she pulled it out, he lifted his head, perked his ears, and started making whiny noises in an attempt to beg them off of her. “Ohh no.” Fiera said, holding the jar away from him. “You aren’t getting any of this until you behave.” She stood up, leaving her lamadidron to whine, and walked about five feet away from him. She unscrewed the jar, feeling Lincoln’s eyes boring into her, and took out a couple of pennies. Fiera looked him in the eye. “You want these?” She inquired before dropping them on the ground in front of them. “Come.”
Lincoln looked at the pennies on the floor and back at her, whining pathetically. Fiera nudged one toward him, but only by a few inches for the sake of motivation. His whining increased to a fever pitch and he finally, finally started to move. But not in the way she was expecting, or desired. Instead, he slowly dragged himself along the floor on his belly, still clearly hating his belt and the sandbags. “...Seriously?” Fiera said, rubbing the back of her neck. “That’s kind of pathetic, dude.” She continued, but so did he, belly flopping along the floor until he could just barely reach the pennies with his tongue. The lamadidron didn’t hesitate in scooping them into his mouth, crunching loudly and collapsing on the floor once more. Fiera sighed- it wasn’t what she wanted, but at least she got him to move. She could work with this, they just needed a bit of repetition.
So she tried again, backing away about ten feet from her pet this time. However, this time she dropped an even larger handful of delicious, shiny pennies such that Lincoln could see, hear, and smell them all from the distance he was at. Once again, the incessant whining started up, an irritating high pitched noise like a fire alarm. She had really spoiled him, huh? She thought to herself, watching as the lamadidron attempted to guilt her into giving him the coins before he even considered getting up. “Come on! You can do it!” She encouraged, a bit tiredly. “Come!” Lincoln looked at her and swatted his legs in the general direction of the coins, but didn’t seem ready to move quite yet. Fiera sighed quite loudly, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Ok. She needed another idea. And then… one came to her. She set the jar of coins on a windowsill, where Lincoln couldn’t get it if he tried. And then, she walked back to the handful she had dropped onto the floor, crouching next to it while looking at her copper lamadidron pointedly.
Post by fieraferella on Oct 19, 2019 10:03:38 GMT -6
Then, still looking at him, she picked up a single coin. Lincoln flicked his ears up, clearly thinking that she was going to throw it to him. She did indeed move her arm down like she was winding up for a pitch… but instead slapped the coin against her mouth, loudly pretending that she was eating it, making overly dramatic gobbling noises. The coin was really still in her hand- she wasn’t about to start adding currency to her diet- but it had the effect she wanted on her lamadidron. He honked with rage and betrayal, and immediately scrambled to get his feet under him, lifting the sandbags clear off the ground. Then, he hobbled his way over to her, as fast as he could with the weights still strapped to his back. At no point did he stop honking- the one downside of owning a lamadidron was having to deal with just how loud they were. When he reached her though, he was quick to snap up the rest of the coins before she could ‘eat’ those too- with Fiera quietly slipping the one she had pretended to eat in with the rest of them.
She was quick to praise Lincoln for moving though. She met his approach with head scritches and ‘good boy!’s, even when he seemed to be ignoring her in favor of his favorite treats. Just so long as he got the idea that he was doing the right thing, she’d be satisfied. When it looked like he was wrapping up eating those pennies, Fiera stood up again, giving him one last long stroke on the head before running back to the jar of pennies. She had to strike while the iron was hot, not giving him the opportunity to sit down and laze around again. As a result, just as he was about to settle down to the ground, Fiera shook the jar, getting his attention. He snuffled loudly as she unscrewed the lid, shuffling his feet excitedly.
“That’s right! You want these?” She said, digging one or two out of the jar. He walked towards her, carefully and laboriously, but steadily. Fiera smirked- her plan was working. “Alright! You can have them! You just have to catch me first!” She said, and tossed one or two pennies in front of him. Lincoln wasn’t fast to claim them, as it was difficult to pick up speed when weighed down like that, but he still managed to nab them in a few seconds. Fiera kept up the pace, backing away as he came toward her. She was glad that she had finally gotten him to build up some momentum, plodding forward at a slow, if constant pace. And like most armored beasts, Fiera knew that once Lincoln got started, he was slow to stop as well. Still, to keep him motivated she kept tossing coins in his path, giving him little treats worth catching up to. She never gave him more than two though, to keep his focus on the jar she was holding, so he’d follow after her. That way, he wouldn’t focus on the floor, but would keep moving constantly.
They kept going like that. Fiera would throw some coins, Lincoln would surge forward to claim them. Thankfully, she had a LOT of pennies, and Lincoln had a lot of stomach to hold them in. She was sure that this jar would last her the rest of the day. On the other hand though, Fiera realized that she was quickly running out of floor. It had taken the pair of them a couple of minutes, but they were quickly approaching the wall opposite from where they had started from. Still, that wasn’t too big an issue- Fiera simply turned while walking backwards, keeping Lincoln going by dropping her cookie-crumb trail of treats in an arc as well. By the time they were moving back the way they came, he had hardly even noticed the change, completely focused on the walk and getting his reward.
He was doing very well, by Fiera’s standards. He hadn’t shown any signs of tiring yet- it would appear that his initial refusal to move was borne out of grumpiness as opposed to an inability to lift the weight. His legs hadn’t wobbled once, though she could tell that he was moving a lot more slowly than usual. Those sacks were awfully heavy, after all. She had barely been able to lift them, and while Lincoln was a much bigger creature than she, all four of them must still have been a task to lift. He was handling himself well though, his sense of stubbornness outweighing his laziness. Or perhaps it was his gluttony- he had already eaten more treats than he had ever gotten in any of their other training sessions. She couldn’t help but chuckle at that- at least he was easily motivated. She wasn’t sure how she’d do this with any of her more stubborn pets, like Decima or Arethusa. You couldn’t get those two to do anything they didn’t want to. Lincoln was driven though, if not entirely polite. They’d be able to manage this one way or the other.
And things were going quite well for the two of them! Fiera glanced over her shoulder again- they had almost reached their starting point, the door Fiera had walked in through quickly approaching. Glancing at her watch too though, Fiera realized that it had taken them nearly twenty minutes to get this far. Wow. She knew he was getting stronger, but it felt like the time had just flown by. Still, if Lincoln wasn’t getting tired, she wasn’t about to give up either. She threw Lincoln another few coins, and some praise to go with it. “You can do it, Lincoln!” She called out encouragingly. “Keep it up!” She continued, dropping a few more pennies in front of her sneakered feet. Lincoln honked excitedly and rushed forward happily. Fiera chuckled- what a good attitude he had developed!
Post by fieraferella on Oct 19, 2019 18:57:24 GMT -6
Fiera kept him going like that for a while, walking in circles, urging him forward with pennies. The longer they went for though, she found that she needed less and less coins to keep him going. It seemed like he was really getting used to the weights! She also found herself needing to walk faster and faster to keep him going, as he was catching up in leaps and bounds. As she walked, she thought about what to do next- if he was getting used to these, she’d need to upgrade his training soon. Perhaps she could put more weights on him? She glanced around while they walked, Lincoln following happily.
His belt still had a couple notches left on it. She could easily add some more sand bags to it- maybe even heavier ones, if she herself could manage the weight. There were also what she thought were ankle weights in the corner. Maybe she could get him to build some bulk on his legs with those. In a pinch, she thought they could probably be wrapped around his tail as well- now THAT would give him an edge when using tail strike. A nice sharp edge. There were training dummies and hollow tubes in the corner too… maybe she could give him some combat practice? That would probably come in handy. The options were paralyzing! She’d probably have to make a decision soon though, she realized- Lincoln was really starting to catch up. Well, maybe she’d start with the simplest option first.
“Good boy, Lincoln!” She said, throwing him a big handful of coins before putting the jar of pennies back up on the window sill. While he ate his fill, Fiera went back to the sand bags. She put her arms around the next heaviest one up. She found that she could lift it- barely. Her back was going to HATE her in the morning though, she realized as she dragged it over to Lincoln. If she didn’t hate herself by then. Lincoln barely noticed her as she approached however, and she was able to slap it against his side without much protest. When she secured the clasp, he seemed to finally notice it, leaning over to one side. But even then, that barely distracted him from eating his pennies. That was good- gave Fiera some more time to even out the load. She went back to the bags, picking up another of that kind of sandbag. She had to drag this one along the ground instead of carrying it- her knees couldn’t take much more of this. Finally though, she was able to put it on him, latching it on with a sense of relief. “Ugh, FINALLY. I’m getting as much of a workout as you are, Lincoln!” She whined. Lincoln didn’t seem to have much sympathy for her though, giving her a withering look as he swallowed the last of his coins.
“Ok Lincoln, lets try this again.” She said, patting his back. Instead, he just looked at her. “Oh come on. Not this again.” She huffed, and swatted him a bit harder on his haunches. Lincoln honked angrily and whipped around toward her hand, but she had already danced away. “There we go! Up up!” She giggled, and went back to the jar of coins sitting on the window sill. She shook it encouragingly, and Lincoln huffed and walked after her. “Yeah that’s it, I knew you couldn’t resist. You fatty.” She teased, and started up their old routine again. She’d toss him coins, he’d follow to grab them. It did seem to be a lot more difficult for him now though- his legs trembled with every step, and he seemed to be practically dragging himself forward. Fiera bit her lip- had she overdone it? She made a mental note to stop and let him take a break if he stopped himself. She didn’t want him to injure himself. Still, he seemed willing to follow for coins, if not particularly happy about it, so she let him continue.
They had made several laps by the time Lincoln seemed significantly tired, panting loudly but still striving after the coins. Fiera was starting to get a bit worried about him, so she dropped some directly in front of him and praised him greatly. Lincoln seemed relieved, flopping down onto the floor. He kept an eye on her though- he no doubt thought that this was a ploy to hook more weight up to him. Instead though, Fiera decided that he deserved a break. She went back to their training bag, opening up a different compartment than usual. She took out a paper bag, and a couple apples. The apples she rolled over to Lincoln- coins couldn’t make up his ENTIRE diet, after all. He needed some extra energy if they were going to keep training. He seemed happy to have them, catching the first one in his mouth as she tossed it to him, the second one rolling to a stop against his pale green chest. The paper bag on the other hand, had Fiera’s lunch in it. Nothing fancy- a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. It was a little late for breakfast, but who here was going to judge her? Lincoln? Besides, she hated BLTs- the feline in her decided that it didn’t need any of those icky vegetables. (Though her human body definitely did. No one ever said that Fiera was a healthy woman.) Soon they were both snacking, having a pleasant lunch. Fiera rolled Lincoln the occasional apple, letting him take his time to recover. Fiera needed the recovery time as well to be honest- her arms were trembling from the weight of the sand bags she had put on him. She could only imagine how wobbly Lincoln’s limbs were feeling right now. Probably like jelly. If he was suffering though, he didn’t show it. The lamadidron seemed just as enthusiastic as before, though probably only because he was being given tasty fresh fruit.
Riku: It was already under my email address, so I kept it. Thought it was funny people assumed my gender. (I was like 12, so logic was limited.)
Oct 20, 2019 23:21:43 GMT -6
Riku: I forgot about Subeta. I preferred Rescreatu, but they locked me out of my account cuz I used a female username. /: It wasn’t a gender identity thing really. I made the account for my best friend at the time who was female. Then she decided not to use it.
Oct 20, 2019 23:20:43 GMT -6
Renathan: I haven't been able to get into my account in a while. I might need to try pretty soon.
Oct 20, 2019 16:37:02 GMT -6
Ashe: Anyone still play Subeta? >> I'm finally remembering to be active on there for Morostide
Oct 20, 2019 16:31:56 GMT -6
Ashe: That won't work, that would break the drake for /that person/ and still not her.
Oct 20, 2019 14:17:34 GMT -6
fieraferella: Could someone else break your sarane for you and then return it to you?
Oct 20, 2019 14:14:31 GMT -6
Amelia: Ugh I have zero interest in breaking a Sarane xD I just thought he'd get plantified and I could play with him. Blah this sucks
Oct 20, 2019 11:26:23 GMT -6
Renathan: I thought it was an accident. :3 I've done stuff like that too!
Oct 20, 2019 7:58:14 GMT -6
Lethalia: Wow, I like how I can mark fifteen posts as September without something clicking. Derp. *ahem*
Oct 20, 2019 7:53:21 GMT -6
Darky: attack each other. So if more than one altered pet of the same alteration type battle each other, the battle would be.. kinda over before it even began x3
Oct 20, 2019 3:38:32 GMT -6
Darky: battling a little difficult). Tournament-wise, that one's up to the mods. Altered pets technically don't get any upper hand, though in case of Blessing of the Shadows it does create that unfortunate situation where two creatures with the ability cant
Oct 20, 2019 3:38:28 GMT -6
Darky: As for sarane needing to be broken, I'd say yes under normal circumstances, unless the character specifically asks the alteration to include something to make the creature more docile (but that would come with stats reflecting that which would make
Oct 20, 2019 3:37:29 GMT -6
Darky: Procreation serum is more 'traditional' in its method, which means the altered pet has to be able to physically produce or carry the offspring (so Nightmare couldn't be used for this process, since she's basically a skeleton with no womb)
Oct 20, 2019 3:35:44 GMT -6
Darky: Yes if its paid breedings, depends if its Procreation serum. Paid breedings are 'lab' breedings, which basically means smushing DNA artificially and any 'altered' pet can still breed normally within its species
Oct 20, 2019 3:34:47 GMT -6
Aster: Oh yeah, I remember just looking at those the other day in the stats thread. Dunno why it slipped my mind
Oct 20, 2019 0:29:07 GMT -6
Ashe: I mean, it's still up to Darky for the most part, it was Yang who did Equillion, but it has been done
Oct 20, 2019 0:24:49 GMT -6
Ashe: Darky bred Nightmare, her Undeadified Tainted, to another equillion.
Oct 20, 2019 0:24:12 GMT -6