i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
DOMINANCE [flashback pre-raid]
POSTED ON Oct 13, 2018 5:21:53 GMT
"you'd do well to remember that you don't work for the devon corporation, you work for me--and by proxy, rocket..." the woman in black stated. draped upon the feminine physique was an off the shoulder, short front, long black lace corset garb[ visual ]. the cry of three-inch heeled ankle boots echoed with every step taken. the mysterious beauty hid herself underneath a black-horned victorian mask, gold around the mask's sockets but black painted all throughout[ visual ]. attached to the female's left wrist was a dark bracelet where, dangling from it, were capsule-sized balls her pokemon resided within; diamonds connecting each respective ball to the black wrist choker. plucking one from her wrist, she'd call forth gothitelle.
"it would be ashamed if something happened to you, mr.magnolia...i don't enjoy being tested, right boys?" she directed her gaze to her two, male henchmen. no response was given by the men who, too, adorned white theater masked: one a happy smile, the other a sad smile. a light titter emanated from the greenette as she made her way toward one of the two henchmen--the happy mask a.k.a. "happy". "it would be doleful if you became apart of my collection, mr.magnolia," raising his mask--only ever so slightly--one could see that, underneath it, the male who wore the happy mask's mouth was stitched together.
placing his mask back on, she'd bestow a kiss upon his cheek. "my lovely, loyal henchmen are obedient the second i give them therapy; mending their shattered minds and turning them into my beloved dolls--how exquisite!" a large laughter erupted from the girl out of sheer excitement. "so, mr.magnolia, please make sure you get that item to me soon or else!" spinning on her heel and making way toward the exit, she'd leave--her henchman following in her stead. "until next time."
the moment she walked out into the dead of night and exited the devon corporation's front doors. she'd come to meet a fan of hers, "oh?" a bluenette male who demanded that she "yield" as if she were some growlithe or lillipup! "ooh? oh dear, how scary!" the masked woman cried aloud, "a perverse man after my own heart--disgusting, are you here to flash me or something stranger danger?" she called the blunette, teasing him as though he were some assaulter preparing to target his next victim. with gothitelle at her side and her henchman standing in front of their mistress, she'd place a palm underneath her chin. that same palm's elbow was, then, casually placed atop of her other arm. "how drool, i honestly expected 69 pyroar's and a thousand snipers aiming at me from the roof." she chortled.
"really, sir. i believe you have me confused with another, i was only here visiting a friend to check up on a little item of mine." she had no business with this buzzing blue fly. didn't he have anything else better to do? "if you're to apprehend me on false accusations, at least buy a girl dinner first, stranger danger." she continued her teasing. to what did she owe the presence of the man that stood before her?
notes: harassed a man inside of the devon corporation. came outside, with her two henchman and gothitelle, she's casually talkin' shit toward this stranger danger. don't @ me.
active pokemon: gothitelle.
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PATISSERIE HM RP
