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odd. [break][break]
it's funny, but she isn't laughing. to a degree, she should have expected this sort of punishment under the watchful eye of the enemy territory. she doesn't understand what lapse in judgement clouded her ability to think straight - especially considering the circumstances. she already established that this wasn't a dream, didn't she? it's such a shame that it's so uncanny, and the last time she slept, the dream was so vivid and realistic. [break][break]
realism just makes it harder to differentiate it as a delusion. [break][break]
unlike some of her other culprits, marisol doesn't scream nor fight the pull as the shard and piece of mochi are forced from her body. rather, her eyes gaze upwards to the tera crystals. when the brief glare is given, her eyes turn back down to the void beneath her. there's little she can see outside the mask, but the vantage point from above. [break][break]
observe, marisol, and take in everything as quickly as you can.[break][break]
even while the other pokemon flashed by the screen - and she knows that her pokemon is next. was it cruel for her to disregard them, for only a moment, for the sake of being able to capture as much information in the ward? how many guards were there in the weakling one? were there blind spots? how many tera crystals were above? [break][break]
call her heartless when a familiar sylveon shows on the screen. [break][break]
she knows what's coming next, but it doesn't cushion the sting. [break][break]
especially not when she sees the image of her beloved pokemon on the screen. there's a spark in her dead eyes, and her limp body is on the verge of struggling as the air leaves her lungs. she wants to scream, and to cry, because her beloved sylveon did no wrong (the monster was her, but they know this is the best way to punish one). [break][break]
crushing echoes throughout the chamber, and though the megalopans' cackle and laugh at their suffering, the nurse's dead eyes only grow colder. it's now when she realizes she's been thrust from one hell from another, and these monsters get off from the wails of despair. they're trying to break them, trample them and rule with an iron fist. they want to batter the rebellion out of the strong. [break][break]
maybe that's why she's the
weakling. [break][break]
she's dropped unceremoniously, but there's no shock after her SYLVEON's perceived demise. she'd argue that her mind has never been clearer. [break][break]
a "dilemma" is posed to the prisoners, punished and spared alike. now, after witnessing a punishment, they want to put the wards against one another? funny, because this isn't a game - and yet so many people are eager in her ward to vote to trust the other ward. were they hoping that the other ward would also trust, and it would lessen the punishment on both?
"hah." she can barely laugh, weakly, as she picks herself off the ground. [break][break]
if they wanted to survive, they should
forsake them. it's obvious that this is what the prison wardens wanted. [break][break]
this entire
prison should be
forsaken.[break][break]
Remiel Calcifet gives such a lovely speech, and marisol narrows her eyes. she wants to
FORSAKE the other ward, however after hearing so many vote to trust.. perhaps that isn't such a good idea. [break][break]
"i'll trust them." it's short, sweet, and so lacking in sincerity.