Nomi; The Visionary
She/Her
25
November 9
Ecruteak, Johto
Bisexual
Prophetess
Head Scientist
Curiosity is one of the great secrets of happiness.
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Naomi Sato
[nospaces] [attr="class","nomitest2"] [attr="class","text"] Nomi had never been called into Cillian Quinn's office during an active interrogation before; more often than not, witnesses capable of testifying for or against a potential traitor were those assigned to infiltration or enforcement. She had visited the guilty in Rocket's holding cells, of course: had requested some of them for her own experiments. Why Cillian thought she would have something to contribute to his current investigation, however, left a bad taste in her mouth.[break][break] There was really only one person with a connection to the Head Scientist that might be in some kind of trouble with Rocket leadership. Nomi's stomach churned as she faced the closed door before her, Valerian on one side, an Unown-N on the other. She knew what Cillian was capable of. She knew how it would feel inside that room, Lugia's PRESSURE already reaching her beyond its threshold, oppressive to an almost painful degree. Her head throbbed, but she steeled herself against what awaited her.[break][break] Nomi opened the door.[break][break] The bitter smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the metallic scent of blood met Nomi as she entered. Cillian, Rocket underboss and one of the most dangerous people alive, stood over a red-haired woman slumped over in a familiar chair, tendrils of shadow miasma curling around her like death's fingertips. The woman looked like she'd been dragged to hell and back more than a few times. Nomi's chest constricted as her eyes noticed the blood dripping from the woman's leg, steadily seeping into the drain beneath the chair.[break][break] Nomi wanted to scream, agonized by the scene before her. Cillian, who was like a brother to her, beloved and adored, forced into the horrible position of needing to hurt parker jones for a crime Nomi knew Parker had not committed. Not intentionally, anyway. Because this was Rocket, and Rocket had already abided by too many traitors. Cillian was just doing his job, the only job he knew how to do.[break][break] Nomi found that, though she had always been able to look at blood without issue, something about seeing Parker's blood - so vivid against the pale floor - made her feel sick.[break][break] "You requested me?" She asked softly of Cillian, mouth suddenly dry. [attr="class","ooc"] [break] [attr="class","pkmn"] [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=.nomitest2]--accent:#f798d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.nomitest2]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.25px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 a"]color:var(--accent);font:12px Roboto;[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 h1"]font:bold 15px Poppins;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.1px[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 h2"]font:bold 14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.1px[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 .text b"]font:bold 12px Poppins;letter-spacing:.1px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 .tag a"]font:bold 15px Poppins;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 .credit"]font:10px Poppins!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".nomitest2 .credit a"]font:10px Poppins!important;[/newclass]
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