Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
OCTOBER
POSTED ON Oct 25, 2023 20:28:52 GMT
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How tiresome all this interference was.[break][break]
Until now, Wo-chien had been fairly content to slink back in the shadows; the most obedient vessels, it found, were those that believed themselves in control of their own thoughts and actions. The less the Ruinous Beast intervened directly in events on its Avatar's behalf, the more willing and subservient her descent into its clutches would be.[break][break]
What it hadn't expected was the willingness of others -- this creature from another realm, and now even Tapu Fini -- to tangle and twist the looms of its own carefully laid plans into something alarmingly unrecognizable.[break][break]
The Ruinous Beast would not allow that. [break]
Ochre eyes blazed through the gloom of the Interdream mist, narrowing in on the approaching form of the enraged Tapu Fini. You'd dare betray us? came the silent judgment of one god to another, but the confrontation of that GRUDGE never manifested. Instead, Tapu Fini and its shadow-half dwindled into ash, dissipating as another unknown figure manifested to attack their mutual foe.[break][break]
The identity of the ghost didn't matter to Wo-chien. The fact that it caused distress to the rampaging Salamence was a boon, and Wo-chien intended to take advantage of it. Time was of the essence, to achieve these ends.[break][break]
With the ease of a Persian swatting away a Cutiefly, Wo-chien assembled its nearby pawns with a quick yank of its Avatar's psyche. The dragon and its mistress are inconsequential, came the mutual thought echoing in both their minds. See that they do not deny us our true ends.[break][break]
Pink light heralded the luminous TERASTALLIZATION of Elisabeth Fiorelli's Tsareena, emerging as a glittering and roseate FAIRY-TYPE as it moved to summon a TERA BLAST against the thrashing dragon. A GRASS KNOT from the Nihilego sought to topple the fiend, using its own weight against itself.[break][break]
Wo-chien did not especially care if either succeeded in their efforts. These were distractions, mere pawns sacrificed to allow access to the king on the board.[break][break]
And there he was.[break][break]
FERNANDO SILPH.[break][break]
Wo-chien advanced towards the councilman, ooze dripping with a slavering eagerness that reeked of purest gluttony. There was no mistaking the Ruinous Beast's predatory intent. It wished to feed, and there was no finer place for its favored source of distilled misery and discontent than here, right now, in the presence of this man.[break][break]
"Remember what HE did to US." [break]
Again the puppet strings were sharply pulled back, tugging on the fractured memories that always awakened the greatest grief in its chosen vessel. The dead Kalosian with coal-black eyes shifted with astonishing ease, blurring until he became the Kantonese man before them: the anxieties of one dark-haired man unlocking the buried grudges, resentments, and agony of the first.[break][break]
"Remember what WE have suffered." [break]
The gathering storm of RUINATION built like a dense thundercloud overhead, bruised and blackened like a festering wound. The Tablets of Ruin on its back continued to glow as if afire, drawing upon the pain of the broken woman it had so voraciously latched itself onto with parasitic appetite.[break][break]
This was the core memory that it knew had to be recreated and relived. This was the moment that it knew needed to be reenacted, one male actor exchanged for another.[break][break]
It was just a script she had to play, Wo-chien had decided. Édouard, Fernando, the name of the antagonist didn't matter. Rewriting, from there, came easily enough.[break][break]
Then would come the exquisite suffering of the finale.[break][break]
The RUINATION released towards its chosen target, and with it, a single thought screamed in her mind with so much certainty it drowned out the words that freya morningstar tried to reach her with:[break][break]
"KILL HIM, BEFORE HE KILLS US."
[attr="class","ooc"] FERNANDO SILPH freya morningstar[break][break] - 10 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission. (x12)[break] - 50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
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