Fey collected her pets and headed out of the dungeon. It soon became clear that the glooms did not have a traveling speed compatible with her walk; they either traveled slowly with small hops, or bounded very rapidly with large leaps (like bunnies). Fey finally resorted to holding the bottom corners of her cape to make a sort of pouch.
“Hop on,” she told the shadow-creatures. They shifted uneasily, not wanting to touch the holy item.
“You're just going to have to get over it,” Fey lectured sternly, “it is just unacceptable going around with such an obvious and exploitable weakness.” She fully intended for her newest pets to develop resistance to holy magic the same way that high-level dark elementals did (which was rather unreasonable, considering that glooms were the lowest-level dark elementals around).
Reluctantly, the six glooms hopped onto the blessed cloth, shuddering as their skin made contact, and Fey set off.
As usual, Fey trained and experimented as she walked. First, she wanted Amethyst to acquire all the poisons she had access to. Now that Magic's Spore had reached level 10, she could command him to release specific status effects. Holding out a hand, Fey asked, “Magic, could you make a small pile of poison spores?”
Magic hopped his way up to Fey's wrist (*defy gravity*), then screwed up his face in a (cute) expression of concentration. Soon, a dusting of purple spores coated Fey's palm (because Poison Powder is purple in Pokemon). Fey's Immunity was at a high enough level that she could touch the spores with impunity.
“Here Amethyst, eat this.” Closing her hand, Fey carefully funneled the spores into Amethyst's open mouth.
Gloom poison was trickier. The dark creatures inflicted poison through their bite, and it did not seem feasible to collect a large amount of saliva or break off a tooth to feed to Amethyst. After pondering and looking around at her surroundings for inspiration, Fey had an idea. She picked a fallen leaf off the ground, still fresh and green.
“Bite this,” she told Shadow (not that she could tell the difference between the glooms. Bad owner). A small nip from the gloom withered the leaf into shrivelled yellow. After feeding the leaf to Amethyst, the slime succeeded in learning the poison.
Hehehe. Fey was feeling smug and clever from her successes, despite the simplicity and ease of the problems she had solved. Feeling slightly invincible (whatever that means; you're either invincible or not), Fey decided to train Immunity using furyweed. With the ability at level 5, it could negate 2 damage per poison infliction, eliminating two-thirds of the damage she would take. (Oh, how pride goeth before the fall)
Confident in her math, Fey applied furyweed poison to her dagger and gave herself a small prick on the back of her hand.
On paper, Fey's experience with the furyweed poison went exactly as predicted. However, she failed to account for the physical symptoms of such a strong poison. From the point of entry spread an intense burning, itching sensation that soon permeated her entire body. The feeling was unpleasant enough to make her want to scratch her skin off.
“Eugh,” came the sound of extreme discomfort bordering on true pain.
To prevent herself from actually starting to scratch her skin bloody, Fey tried to distract herself with physical exertion. She dumped the glooms on the ground to bound along beside her and pushed herself into a run.
I repent! she wailed in her mind as she rushed forward (this is funny because she's not Christian). Fey now felt extremely sorry for the poor vollys she had ignorantly inflicted such suffering upon, and thought they were superlatively justified in trying to turn her into roadkill. The burning pain seemed to continue forever, and Fey pushed herself faster and faster, trying to replace the pain with the bite of overexertion.
Finally (after five minutes), the poison wore off. Fey leaned against a tree, panting, now considerably closer to the Moonwood. Amethyst poked her owner concernedly with her bubble, worried that Fey was again falling into a death-like resting phase (see Chapter 12 if you don't remember), but the sprint had been short enough that after a few minutes of laboured breathing, Fey was able to walk on towards the village.
Damn, that's got more fury than a woman scorned[i]. As Fey walked, the increased regeneration from her Guardian's Blessing allowed her to restore herself to full health within ten minutes. There must have been lingering effects of the poison interfering with her decision-making abilities, because, after seeing that she still had a good distance to travel, Fey again subjected herself to the furyweed poison (sometimes our heroine is smart, but sometimes she's realllllly dumb).
What's wrong with meeeee? she wailed mentally, finding herself running through the forest anew. (She asks that a lot, but usually follows it up with, “Don't answer that.”)
Fey collected her pets and headed out of the dungeon. It soon became clear that the glooms did not have a traveling speed compatible with her walk; they either traveled slowly with small hops, or bounded very rapidly with large leaps (like bunnies). Fey finally resorted to holding the bottom corners of her cape to make a sort of pouch.
“Hop on,” she told the shadow-creatures. They shifted uneasily, not wanting to touch the holy item.
“You're just going to have to get over it,” Fey lectured sternly, “it is just unacceptable going around with such an obvious and exploitable weakness.” She fully intended for her newest pets to develop resistance to holy magic the same way that high-level dark elementals did (which was rather unreasonable, considering that glooms were the lowest-level dark elementals around).
Reluctantly, the six glooms hopped onto the blessed cloth, shuddering as their skin made contact, and Fey set off.
As usual, Fey trained and experimented as she walked. First, she wanted Amethyst to acquire all the poisons she had access to. Now that Magic's Spore had reached level 10, she could command him to release specific status effects. Holding out a hand, Fey asked, “Magic, could you make a small pile of poison spores?”
Magic hopped his way up to Fey's wrist (*defy gravity*), then screwed up his face in a (cute) expression of concentration. Soon, a dusting of purple spores coated Fey's palm (because Poison Powder is purple in Pokemon). Fey's Immunity was at a high enough level that she could touch the spores with impunity.
“Here Amethyst, eat this.” Closing her hand, Fey carefully funneled the spores into Amethyst's open mouth.
Gloom poison was trickier. The dark creatures inflicted poison through their bite, and it did not seem feasible to collect a large amount of saliva or break off a tooth to feed to Amethyst. After pondering and looking around at her surroundings for inspiration, Fey had an idea. She picked a fallen leaf off the ground, still fresh and green.
“Bite this,” she told Shadow (not that she could tell the difference between the glooms. Bad owner). A small nip from the gloom withered the leaf into shrivelled yellow. After feeding the leaf to Amethyst, the slime succeeded in learning the poison.
Hehehe. Fey was feeling smug and clever from her successes, despite the simplicity and ease of the problems she had solved. Feeling slightly invincible (whatever that means; you're either invincible or not), Fey decided to train Immunity using furyweed. With the ability at level 5, it could negate 2 damage per poison infliction, eliminating two-thirds of the damage she would take. (Oh, how pride goeth before the fall)
Confident in her math, Fey applied furyweed poison to her dagger and gave herself a small prick on the back of her hand.
On paper, Fey's experience with the furyweed poison went exactly as predicted. However, she failed to account for the physical symptoms of such a strong poison. From the point of entry spread an intense burning, itching sensation that soon permeated her entire body. The feeling was unpleasant enough to make her want to scratch her skin off.
“Eugh,” came the sound of extreme discomfort bordering on true pain.
To prevent herself from actually starting to scratch her skin bloody, Fey tried to distract herself with physical exertion. She dumped the glooms on the ground to bound along beside her and pushed herself into a run.
I repent! she wailed in her mind as she rushed forward (this is funny because she's not Christian). Fey now felt extremely sorry for the poor vollys she had ignorantly inflicted such suffering upon, and thought they were superlatively justified in trying to turn her into roadkill. The burning pain seemed to continue forever, and Fey pushed herself faster and faster, trying to replace the pain with the bite of overexertion.
Finally (after five minutes), the poison wore off. Fey leaned against a tree, panting, now considerably closer to the Moonwood. Amethyst poked her owner concernedly with her bubble, worried that Fey was again falling into a death-like resting phase (see Chapter 12 if you don't remember), but the sprint had been short enough that after a few minutes of laboured breathing, Fey was able to walk on towards the village.
Damn, that's got more fury than a woman scorned[i]. As Fey walked, the increased regeneration from her Guardian's Blessing allowed her to restore herself to full health within ten minutes. There must have been lingering effects of the poison interfering with her decision-making abilities, because, after seeing that she still had a good distance to travel, Fey again subjected herself to the furyweed poison (sometimes our heroine is smart, but sometimes she's realllllly dumb).
What's wrong with meeeee? she wailed mentally, finding herself running through the forest anew. (She asks that a lot, but usually follows it up with, “Don't answer that.”)
