mari, ouroboros
any
twenty six
june 25
lavender town, kanto
demisexual
nurse
ace
and i tried to save a life with these diamond hands of mine; but they're sharper than a knife
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MARISOL SIMONE
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memory and sacrifice
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here she is again, looking to the regal pokemon. she's unsure if this one is the one who took her scarf, although she'll assume, since she can't see it anywhere. [break][break]
she didn't expect to get it back. [break][break]
"i've returned, your majesty." she gives the pokemon a bow, and marisol has to admit, this sort of act is a little entertaining when you factor in the monotonous movements of each day. the pompous pokemon lets out a satisfied cro-crown! before a chuckle follows the woman's lips. "your topic are certainly interesting, your majesty, to be asking for a story of memory and sacrifice.." perhaps it was deliberate, because she can imagine that the pokemon has obtained so many special, interesting stories from the people. [break][break]
"i supposed i could tell a brief story of the monstress..?" she ponders, knowing that this is a story close to her heart, and yet one that she's forgotten since the memories have faded. still, all stories originate from somewhere. so, with a smile on her lips, she'll sit herself down with the king and speak her tale. [break][break]
"the monstress was doing her best," she starts, stifling a chuckle "from becoming more of a monster. she treated others, offered medicine, did so much learning to be able to help the people around her. those around her loved her, because she always went out of her way, helping people both good and bad. she wasn't great with people, but she always went out of her way to make sure that someone was healthy, or feeling okay." maybe that describes her well enough, but she'll insist that she only does what is necessary as a nurse. [break][break]
"to become a human, however, the monster had to sacrifice a lot. she had to sacrifice a part of herself, and sacrifice some of the friends who believed in her, for so, so long." marisol pauses, the memory and faces of those few passed cross her mind, then she shakes her head to push the images away. "the monster hated herself, knowing that's what it took. one day, as she's trying to help the people around her, she falls into what felt like a long, long slumber." what felt like ages, what made her feel disorientated and fatigued, and what still frustrates her when the constraints of amnesia block her from a dream once upon a time. [break][break]
"when the monster woke up, she was still the same, but something was missing." something important, something that she can't put her finger on, and something that gnaws at her mind. "when she woke up, she felt like something was missing, like there was a hole in her heart, and a hole in her mind. she couldn't understand, and couldn't figure out why she felt the way she did." there was the confusion that settled in, followed by the fruitless attempts to remember. "so, because she couldn't remember, she immediately fixated on the one thing she could remember; another monster." [break][break]
"she latched onto it, spiraled, and obsessed over it, knowing the rabbit hole she was beginning to spiral into." the woman hums, her fingers lightly tapping against her thigh "... and because of that hole in her memory, she's starting to go down a dark path. she knows she is, and it scares her to a degree, but she's searching for anything to fill the void in her mind, and the emptiness of something that was once there." [break][break]
she ends the story, though it looked as though the king was not satisfied with the ending. it was evident with the tilt of his head, and the trainer can only chuckle. "i apologize, your majesty. the story is still being written." marisol sighs, however, and the better part of her prays that it ends soon. "thank you for listening this week. should you wish to hear another story in the future, i'll happily update you on the monster's ending."
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