#isola optimization

[dimittere]

oh, ofiuco, you devil. ganondorf feels the bile that rises within his throat, the seemingly robotic clone that stalks as if with the INTENT to kill. the monarch may as well be paranoid about their intentions, even if the notion of looking upon them with fear is a MIGHTY thing to scoff at. but he did not survive this long on underestimation, not when he's all too aware of who is truly in charge of this city. a SHAME, he really hoped to do some shopping today.

the beast of a man very nearly bumps into an acquaintance as he seeks to lose sight of the oficlone trailing in his wake. a snarl, practically biting back wrath and ANGER, it is only when the familiar figure of waka catches his eyes that his expression relaxes. whether he trusts the other will REMAIN to be seen for a great long time, but he'd be foolish to say no to a possible ally all the same. a glance cast over his shoulder to see the oficlone standing there, just STANDING there.

❝i do believe we are being CHALLENGED. tch, what a pain.❞

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[tarantucutie]

@dynadubwool

🕸 //     mimi has never, EVER been a fan of pokémon trainers.  he’s watched many of his friends and enemies alike get accosted by these loud, boisterous humans who think they can just take pokémon away to wherever they go and make them fight against each other.  at the very least, there is some agreement and benefit, as mimi’s watched pokémon grow in power, change in form, win battles big and small... so it can’t be that bad.

           and that’s why it weirdly pains him to see the only human he’s found with pokéballs on his belt suddenly have them go missing, the trainer in a panic.  mimi’s not completely sure on the situtation, but whoever did this must have been a “team human”, as he’s dubbed them.  those stupid teams... team rocket, team galactic, team skull, all of them were bad, bad, bad!

           and so mimi makes a decision he never thought he’d make.  he skitters up to the human, screeches to get his attention... and hands over his most prized possession, his baby tooth he’s kept as a memento of his hatching.  it still has poison in it yet.  and this human needs to stab a team human or two to get his friends back.  mimi’s bloodshed can wait.

[dimittere]

mist that clings to his skin quite troublesome and unpleasant, seemingly in EQUAL halves. ganondorf's chest rises and falls to the sensation, a gritting of the jaw as he peeks, the occasional discreet glance in the direction of the woman at his side. as severe as always, she's no nonsense enough for him to EMBRACE her company. someone who would get whatever task lies ahead done. he appreciates such a notion, being likewise no nonsense, but ah, it would be nice if it weren't so damn MISERABLE and wet!

❝i would very much like a hot bath when all is said and done. this weather is positively DREADFUL.❞ he remarks with all pomp and circumstance as they weave their way to the terminal in question. ❝this shan't be too DIFFICULT, not for us.❞

@nyctern

[dimittere]

the cool air breeze hits him, a gentle BLUSH of spring against the sharp cut of his jaw. far too gentle for the sort of man he is, far too kind and sweet and lovely smelling. much unlike the sort of REPUTATION he carries. neither salt nor carrion nor blood, just flowers recently BLOOMING into life. he would have to try his hand at gardening again; leian's stubborn stance would not allow for anything less. he is satisfied with making do without her and without any dreaded allergies he may obtain from tilling fields. not when the stars above demand a certain decorum from their dear, LOVELY citizens.

❝are you still making your choice?❞ an idle question to a stranger, filling up EMPTY space with an idle stance and sharp eyes. he's uncertain until this moment about further participation ( it should be enough for him to have what was STOLEN returned to him, yes? ) but he's found nothing to lose in standing idly by the terminal, in seeking for himself some opportunities that may lurk beneath the surface. ❝that one with the spirits,❞ he remarks, not bothering to REMEMBER the sickeningly sweet, catchy name of the particular event. ❝will be an INTERESTING one, i'm certain.❞

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[dimittere]

there was much dillying and dallying over whether he'd listen to the stars and their little charade, but as it is, he's not FOOLISH as to squander his skills and allow them to atrophy and crumble into dust. but he despises being at another's beck and call, being told what to do and how to proceed with his life. but it all falls apart when under his nose one of his most precious belongings — — GONE! oh, how lucky they are to provide SUITABLE targets for his wrath!

the bizarre canids of the netwalk flee before his thunderous steps ( he's always been … slightly more receptive to animals, but in this instant, he's FAR too angry to care ) as he glowers, bloodstone gaze digging into his surroundings. a hard shelled bug wanders across his path as if right on cue, to which teeth bare and a heavy swing of the sword severs it, cleaves the animal in half / into binary code. SATISFYING? perhaps, but only for an instant. only just the briefest feeling of RELIEF.

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[dimittere]

❝oh, how droll.❞ a voice that undertakes a dull INFLECTION calls out, the turn of the head cocked at an angle. a pair of eyes that PIERCE! scornful and smirking, if he's to give others a show, he may as well SWAGGER while he does so. bursting targets on live television! bah, well, this isn't even a fraction of the power they took away from him. can there be any harm in a little INNOCENT battle or two? may as well have a spot of fun for himself if the island stars are throwing their citizens into a loop. ❝you there. are you planning on being a MERE spectator?❞

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[dimittere]

if he knew what to expect from the scavenger hunt, he would have gone here sooner. ganondorf doesn't care about the affairs of others - what a PREPOSTEROUS idea! - but if he knew that this virtual space would offer an environment similar to the one he's always longed for, well there are certainly far, far WORSE places for him to sink his teeth into. ganondorf would simply need to know how to adapt, accept that which is different, and grow. ganondorf would not lie, ACCLIMATING to such differences would be not unlike a stabbing wound to his heart. but, he has a talent for being the unmovable force, for being UNSTOPPABLE when he so chooses to be.

it is a relief that he finds himself in lush woodlands not too different from cotes, yet far more fantastic. he senses in this fairyland creatures LURKING not beneath ocean waves or WITHERING away upon scattered islands. and stretching far and wide alike, roots of a magical tree tend and nurture in its own way. oh, he knows that it isn't real, that this is just an arena to test his METTLE in a scavenger's hunt, brows pull together at the seams. he turns his head in the direction of the other occupant in the vicinity, a young woman who appears as out of place in this woodland as he appears to EMBRACE it. well, she may have to do for now —- ❝i BELIEVE that working alongside others may be beneficial in the end.❞ as LOATHE as he is to admit that!

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[dimittere]

❝you would perhaps be better suited ELSEWHERE, or at least stay in the company of those who could vouch for your intelligence.❞ ganondorf is not stupid, he could see it plain as the stars in the sky that this creature is DIFFERENT from the others that have crawled out and formed an infestation in the area. yet others, he doubts, would make such a distinction until it is too late. but oh, he's in a habit of UNDERESTIMATING those he considers beneath his gaze, but that doesn't halt the slightly scornful twinge of his voice, or the prevalent SNEER in his voice.

he doesn't know why the creature chose this PARTICULAR day and moment to peruse the netwalk. perhaps he seeks the databugs as his own prey, or perhaps this environment has simply been a NATURAL one to him. ganondorf's inmate gift for communicating with inhuman entities may not apply to this being, but he may as well allow for various options and opportunities to tickle his fancy. he is nothing, absolutely nothing, if not RESOURCEFUL, and as it is, the day so far has been dreadfully boring, energy spent and rage expelled like a kettle's whistle. he gives the animal a cursory look from the corner of his eye, arms laying to rest his sword over one shoulder. ❝unless you have the COURAGE in you to battle those bugs yourself.❞ a crook of a finger as he points out towards a scuttling insect ( made of data and code ) crawling beneath the UNDERGROWTH.

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