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The smog-channeling horde of chimneys had taken their descent upon the harbor; it was curious to Desiree just how much discordance seemed to exist in her shadow, but with curious eyes peering over the balcony of a yacht, her fears that they could have donned toxic chains were answered by observing only their clumping behavior. Answers existed as deep sighs of relief, innocence to them given alongside the gifts that they gave in return- clean air, fresh air, breaths that were able to be taken with refreshment rather than coughs.[break][break]

She still smoked her PINK PIPE anyway, though. "See if you can," she began to say, interrupted by the puffing of an Eldegoss coat. "Already on the same wavelength, I love that, Linen."[break][break]

The puffing of the grass-type's cotton had brought upon the raining down of a COTTON SPORE- it was just as mesmerizing to watch as it was the first time she had met the twins, beautiful, existing in the air to bring effects upon all that it landed upon. It was a great idea to help subside the distractions and blocks in the road harbor workers were made to endure with their existence, which some trainers already seemed to have thought of first- so she threw a love ball with all her might in that direction.[break][break]

But, honestly, the biggest factor in wanting to catch one was their cute little green mustaches and the clean air that spewed from their chimneys. And it didn't help that they were smokers, too.[break][break]

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How much time had they been here? Looking into Yuina's eyes from afar as she desperately tried to move out of her hospital bed, she tried to recall, both to no avail- how much time had been wasted since their arrival, since the gaze of the cannibal dragoness had fallen from their pupils into their minds, rather? "I don't know, Yuina.. hours, days, time feels all so trivial, now.." She could not forget the eyes that sought to consume as they did sprawl cosmic truths- it stayed as a remnant in her mind, a broken fragment, existing only to stare and provoke fears upon her once starry mental skies.[break][break]

Now, they felt black.. cold, with a lack of pulsation. With the pleas of her friend to not move and that everything would be okay, she shook her head and tried some more- but of course, it did not work like it normally would with the swing of a thigh and a push into the tile. Desiree did not want to feel alone now, trapped inside of an injured shell with a means to not feel the warmth often eluded by the cheek of the brunette. But how could she, especially with the one that had made it into the room upon the wheels of a wheelchair?[break][break]

Ultimately, seeing her beloved in a wheelchair led her to snap rather than seek the familiar warm embrace that she often sought around him. It made her angry to see that not even he had been spared of injuries as if she had forgotten what state she had left him in during her and Yuina's flee to preserve their lives.[break][break]

"Thomas..," she bore her teeth, overwhelmed, overstimulated, ".. I don't need to rest shit for shit..!" Her screaming, the release that was quite overdue, had been taken out on the room and herself- she used her shaky arms to pick up the leg and slam it down onto the floor beside her to attempt a stand, but even the smidge of pressure put upon the injury was enough to make her fall back upon her resting place. With more screaming, those guttural wrenches of fiery, burning pain.[break][break]

She breathed heavily, sharp fragmentals of tears boiling downward. "I can't believe.. how fucking stupid I am.. how fucking stupid! Oh my god, how fucking stupid, a fucking cretin..!"[break][break]

Redness blossomed too upon her cheeks, brought upon by frustration as it was an embarrassment- but the doctor's words led her to become a bit reclusive in her bed, ultimately seeking treatment as fast as possible so she could go out and shove a big, mountain-sized knife through the beast that was referred to as Kyurem. As if that was a possibility.[break][break]

"I did," she responded raspily to Doug's first comment, looking up as the scales dripped down upon her, ".. a.. Comfey, my Comfey. And a Togekiss wished upon me."[break][break]

What she wanted to say, or rather ask, was how the fuck he was doing such a thing with the pink scales- did he have a pokemon tucked up his sleeve, or was this a hallucination of the bleeding on her innards and the cracking of her structure? She dismissed it as the body naturally, organically, tripping balls.[break][break]

".. 'Got punched by the genie fucker, that ugly pink fuck that wouldn't stop talking. Kyurem's translator." She was pretty pissed, to say the least. And, with there being her two ultimately cherished in the room, she felt there was no need to spare any of her feelings or the details.[break][break]

".. And I tried to kick one of those chrome fucks. The tangerine-colored ones.. I think it snapped my foot clean in two."[break][break]

The kind out of the three present that had not made their way into the belongings of either woman. An Iron Boulder.

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An eyebrow raised at the words 'pretty and dangerous'; not due to having discounted the fact that those two qualities could exist in tandem, but taken back to when detectives and prosecutors had once used a similar strand of verbiage to describe herself. She wondered if the fairy, too, donned a veil of grim relating to what it had achieved in its life of mythos- perhaps it too was a killer, forced to don crimson upon its hands without its consent.[break][break]

It was interesting to think, though, how an opportunity such as this would likely be deprived if the cruel details before she arrived in the tropics were not buried deep beneath the soil. The opportunity was that of a challenge of sorts, one that would be irrefutable to avoid coveting; she had not thought it would be like this but simply a challenge for herself. Yet, in a way, it lit the fairy fire faster than any match could.[break][break]

"I'm not too estranged to proving myself to people," she said with a closed-eyed smile, placing one of the gracedia creatures upon her shoulder as she rose to stand, ".. I'm quite excited to do this with you, Freya. And so grateful, so heureux."[break][break]

To shine a light upon herself in the gaze of the league was one thing, but to do so before anything could be meddled with, tampered with, had an undeniable appeal- it could leave an impression and further her wish to not take further responsibility for the mistakes that cloaked her past. And it could foster bonds all the same, even with those of the dragons and those of the fairies being natural-born enemies.[break][break]

She manifested that the dragon mother and herself, the fairy caretaker, could exist in tandem unlike the creatures in the order of nature. "So it's settled then, shall we.. tomorrow? In a week?" She asked curiously, gracing a trinket upon an office shelf with a soft touch.[break][break]

"I could have my stylist make some armor.. if you think that could be of use. Could make you a pretty, frilly dress, too."

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"I still have yet to meet some, too, ♡" she responded softly, nodding her head in resonance. It was one of the things that she always meant to put initiative toward, but always got pushed back in the name of a busy schedule- and the world-shattering things that always had their way in shattering schedules to pieces. Perhaps it was a blessing having a gym in the minor leagues, as all things considered, it now had a way of pulling in those that she wished to speak with while the clock ticked faster and faster.[break][break]

Yet, being asked how she thrived in turmoil like Hoenn was a loaded question, to say the least. A question that allowed virulent thoughts to fester like root-rot beneath the soil of a glistening tree. "Guess you could say the same about me," she said with a partial smile, twiddling her thumbs in hesitation, ".. Kyurem was a real game changer though.. but I don't want the dragon eater to ruin all the psychedelic fun we're about to have, I'm sure that wouldn't be fun for either of us. ♡"[break][break]

Swearings to the universe for what she demanded to accomplish if she were to end up in its shadow again should have sufficed enough, at least, for her. And for all the others that she vowed to protect in taking up her ivy-stained sword of pink crystalline. It was a habit of hers, unintentionally bringing up potentially shared trauma while under the influence of the mushroom compound.. but habits could be broken as could addictions. Plus, she feared the sight of seeing sweet Lam's lips curl into a frown.[break][break]

Clacks of their shoes on the winding marble led them to the SLIDE course; behind its dazzling sign above a grand archway was an expanse that appeared quite ordinary, donning empty canvases and large foam blocks to catch those that were to stray from the main course. It donned vines as it did glistening flower petals every step of the way, alongside miniature hot air balloons that held cannons upon their carriages and many more obstacles to follow suit. What she had centered her vision upon at their arrival, however, was the special bowls that awaited them both, holding a disposable water bottle next to a multi-colored capsule.[break][break]

"You've got a gym of your own, so I doubt I've gotta give you the gym shpeal," she giggled, reaching into the bowl and popping the pill in between her teeth, ".. bottoms up~! But if these get too much for you, just let me know and we can call it off~! ♡ I'd say on the fucked-up scale.. they get you, like, and eight.. or a nine, maybe."[break][break]

They were fast-acting compounds; if Lam were to take him, the ordinary factors of the chateau would come to life in the psychedelic haze. Perhaps it was simply due to the pressing of a button tucked away in her pocket, but the empty picture frames would now don fluctuating colors depicting pure, abstract art. Scenery would begin to waver, plants could begin calling out to him in ways unimaginable- it would all boil down to his inner desires, and on the other side of the coin, inner turmoils.[break][break]

Another click of a remote in her pocket brought a floral countdown upon the screen that sat at the start of the track. From sixty downward, it hopefully would give him enough time to prepare- Desiree used this to stretch as well as she could as the kaleidoscope vision hit, and to look at how her challenger's face melded. It looked a bit foresty, but a bit floral like spring to her. Cute![break][break]

"Just.. throw yourself in, depend on your hootie cutie~!" She encouraged, holding a hand out to meet the honey-dripping underbelly of the Vespiquen. It took things seriously in the chateau, a princess, if you will- but it waved and shot a wink to the grass type regardless.[break][break]

Soon enough, the timer ran all the way down to five.. then four.. then three.. then.. you get the rest. At a cutesy exclamation of go from the speakers, a pre-recorded feat, she shot into the opening part with a sprint, accompanied by the bee's fluttering wings to keep up. Oddly enough, this was her first time taking this kind of challenge on foot- and though the injuries brought upon by an Iron Boulder had healed, she was just as worried about it giving out as she was vomiting due to exertion. Oh well, the challenge had to be done! And it was starting, albeit a bit faster than she had anticipated.. but her fingers were ultimately trigger-happy.[break][break]

Hopefully, Lam was of the athletic sort.. but in the end, with all the things in the region that brewed turmoil, who wasn't these days?[break][break]

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Enduring the grotesque, the unimaginable, was a double-edged sword in being within the direct proximity of another- it led her to wish to fight for their livelihood as it brought on the urge to keep crying, to enhance the squeeze of the toxic chain until there was nothing left but darkness. She perceived jack wainwright to fit the role of Pamplemousse in being a grapefruit adorned with fractals of sugar, though deep down, she made pleas with the universe that he could emerge acidic sour in the eyes of the Megalopolans only. Perhaps those pleas would let her overcome just enough to survive, casting diamond light of her own to shine in the eyes of all the innocent and those she loved, too.[break][break]

But all she could feel was rot- rot in her bloodstream trickling down from her neck, rot meeting the arrival of the monkey and the departure of the bird that had accompanied it down from above, rot in feeling that holding onto hope would be hopeless, here. It was a grapple of the mind and the soul, made explicit by the words channeled with the conviction of deeming those in the circle dumb and slaves all the same. She could feel it, all those that were loud and shedding their grievances were probably feeling it, too.[break][break]

The arrival of the monkey was met by the churning and thrashing of innocent, lovely bones. Conviction was real- the game was real, it had begun as soon as they had been granted the ability to witness the decrepit walls they had been surrounded in. It was a blessing that Pamplemousse, and all the others who had been deprived of their freedom, could not see behind the mask that stripped her individuality. The puffing of the cheeks, the cascading waterfalls of sorrow and fear, the sting that came behind her eyes— to be made a slave was too much to bear. A slight of the world that was worse than death, a true punishment of the divines.[break][break]

A punishment for war crimes that she had no part in committing. Mochi came, the only sustenance she believed to be able to indulge upon until something were to occur to give them momentary freedom- and though she experienced mental hesitation, she wished not to show it. The Megalopolans did not deserve to perceive, and she did not want to become like the one who wished to object. She raised it to her lips as she watched the crystalline scatter, taking as much as her mouth would allow with a single, pained gulp to bring it in.[break][break]

Sweet, but with an undeniable thrum. Pain, like the plentiful withdrawals after taking the load of the final needle. Desire, wanting to be the one to experience what rested in this so-called chamber of bliss. Dread, in feeling so deprived around those so depraved.[break][break]

"We win," she paused with a soft, guttural cough, speaking quietly into the ear of her cellmate, ".. and we share everything when the eyes are not upon us.."[break][break]

The virtue of survival led her to want to work to satisfy- but the selfishness, the spoiled heart that pittered and pattered inside of her chest's walls, led her to wish to be the one to go to the chamber. She wanted to know what rested inside- what desires would be given sustenance, what hints at where they existed would be sprawled against the walls and inside their cracks. Perhaps inside, there would be something able to assist them in the breaking of chains rather than stolen, sharp materials.[break][break]

A pull to stealing a sharp rock as a means to have some kind of defense was there as she slowly, shakily approached the center to avoid the whip of the shackle. But she wished to wait and see what would happen- taking items like those to use for personal benefit, smuggling, was better suited for the second or third time. If, in the end, there would be a second or third time to wander from the small single-cot quarters they were made to live in.[break][break]

Desiree sorted as quickly as she could, clenching her teeth as she watched the sharper parts of the stones protrude into the skin of her palms. She wished to achieve as much as she could to give gratification to her captors- to give an edge, to stand out for the better reason rather than the worst. She wanted to make them love her.. and for them to bite those feelings when the time came. Her focus on the task, alongside the pangs of nausea and toxicity, led her to not look up at the sea of the others that were masked.[break][break]

One was not due freedom any more than the other. She silently wept behind the mask, fearing that the hands that encountered similar cuts and stabs were those that had one day graced her cheek. One looked similar to howard slayte's when he held the cigarillo.. but she wished for it to be otherwise. The anticipated pain prevented her from looking up to match the characteristics.. just as it prevented her from seeing that it was Andrea Vaneau who went to go use the restroom, and not just someone who had the same tone of voice.[break][break]

But she was paranoid- and it gave her all the more reasons to seek the freedom of them all. Regardless if it was them or not, which she forced herself to leave unconfirmed, they were still just as deserving to feel love in their hearts rather than toxicity granted by the chain of the alleged never-rot.[break][break]

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♡ it feels as if she is rotting, watching everything unfold- the monkey, the kill, the words. pain. ♡[break]
♡ but the game has begun. tries sooo hard throughout this post to present calm even though she is weeping and experiencing emo damage behind da mask. ♡[break]
♡ hesitation with eating mochi- but doesn't wanna be pulped. eats her fill. ♡[break]
♡ and wants to win to see desire chamber BAD for survival and selfishness.. expresses to jack hehe. ♡[break]
♡ approaches center slowly and gets to work. ♡[break]
♡ considers stealing shard for weapon but refrains for now. ♡[break]
♡ it hurts.. but she tries to trek through all the stabbing on the hands and sorts as quickly as she can. ♡[break]
♡ one hand looks like howard's and a voice sounds like andrea's.. but the anticipated pain leads her to not look up to confirm or deny. ♡[break]
♡ the captives are deserving of love and freedom regardless. and it would hurt too much to know. ♡

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Had she not felt selfish in making such a request, it would have meant that her soul was no longer able to feel what it needed to feel to consider itself part of a natural human being. Hearing the hesitation in Yuina's voice, it stung, as did the harshness of the weedy concoction at the back of her throat and the constricting grasp of hands on hands; she wished not for control but for security, a safeguard, as she did not want to lose one of the few things that mattered above all in her heart. It was her biggest fear, as for all things considered, the universe consistently took and took and took thing after thing after thing.[break][break]

A tear fell from her eye, however, at the proclamation that the feeling of forbidding loss was a mutual one. But she felt that way, even after the secrets Desiree had confessed in whispers of hurt inside the thicket of pastel clouds at the resurfaced island's warfront? It was something difficult to fathom, even if the thoughts that she was beyond redemption were beginning to subside.[break][break]

"You've always been meant to be here with me," she sniffled, shakily twirling a strand of her brunette locks within her slender tattooed fingers, ".. and you've always been meant to be Ina.. a bird of flames risen from the ashes of its old self, shed from any mistakes it ever made.."[break][break]

Doubt in themselves was a mutual feeling between the two; cloaked in their mistakes and regrets, one that existed vibrantly and out there while the other remained tucked behind cosmic glass. It was a habit of hers to avoid taking the words she spoke to others she cared for and running with them on her own- perhaps that, one day, would be her biggest mistake in the slew of the cosmos. If only she could- but that was even harder than overcoming the grim veil, as she did not know if she could or could not trust the words that dazzled from her crimson lips.[break][break]

Especially as those lips, unconsentually, had been stained with the blood of the victim of a murder. Her murder. Placing the vase that she consumed her vicarious greens in the form of smoke through, she tearily nuzzled upon Yuina's side with her face buried in the slit between couch cushions. A yawn dotted her affection followed by another, induced by the swirling mixture of recreational substances she coveted as a means to not feel. Yet, in this presence and the words exchanged, she felt everything.[break][break]

"People give me doubts on if I made a mistake coming to Hoenn," she paused with a drawn-out yawn, ".. it's selfish, but.. you being here right next to me gives me a purpose unlike any other.. to make sure we can both live out loves and not have them taken from us.. so we can stay together and laugh.. and cry.."[break][break]

That which she felt was complex, consuming; as if it were lulling her to sleep, the bliss that she felt from the love present within the penthouse that was previously labored so much with self-hate and loathing. Her eyes were beginning to forcibly close within the yawns, pulling the head out of the couch to place delicately on her shoulder.[break][break]

"I love you.. Never forget that..."[break][break]

And then she fell into her slumber. A dreamscape filled with all that she wished to protect in the world, of all she wished to remain- her.

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"If I was a lorem, would you be an ipsum? Or would you simply wish to exist somewhere else, in another form of poetry?"[break][break]

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