Penny, the coveted
She/her
31
September 25
Petalburg
heterosexual
HBIC Director
Council
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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PENELOPE LIVY
MELTED TRUST | GC EXCURSION: E
POSTED ON Mar 25, 2024 3:37:15 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","penelopepog"]  [attr="class","body"] When the dust settles, leaving the two men rounded up by Navy, Penelope finally makes her approach, her fingers shifting at her sides. They act with a mind of their own, twitching with every step taken, begging to be granted freedom. If Navy wasn't there, maybe she would listen, and allow their yearnings to pull from the earth's core and drench these men in a hellfire of revenge. Maybe she would snatch at their necks and funnel a bright, burning deluge of magma into their bodies, scorching them from the inside out. If only. [break][break] “Before or after you killed them boys?”
[break][break] “After.”
[break][break] To act surprised would be to rob the dead of their meaning. So she doesn't. She swallows their words with the simple comprehension of a woman receiving an all-too-familiar report. [break][break] "Who sent you," Her voice cuts through their conversation like a hunting knife, direct and to the point. Off the top of her head, there could've been several reasons behind the attack. It could've been a spur-of-the-moment decision enacted by a duo originally sent out for exploration purposes, or a targeted attack pulled together by their Admin, or a combination of both. [break][break] But, given their tight expressions, the councilwoman could assume they aren't open to hinting at either answer. Not without some help, anyway. [break][break] "Need I remind you of your situation," she continues, motioning to Navy and herself, "Helping us here could go a long way."[break][break] It is a lie. [break][break] Their lives would never escape the prison block she had already assigned to them several breaths back. They are destined to forget the sun, the sky, the stars. They are destined to live out the same sentences as those men she will have to bury when this is over. [break][break] Still, she continues to spin these honeyed words, pulling from the raging emotions rampant in her chest. [break][break] "Why continue protecting the very people that threw you to the wolves in the first place? Do you think they'll care? Do you think your executions will change anything for them?"[break][break] Her eyes rake their entangled bodies, mentally rending them into ribbons, reducing skin to muscle, muscle to bone. The more she stares, the more their gazes become entrapped, unable to escape from the reality of her words. [break][break] "It won't. Because to the world, you're dispensable pieces of trash. Powerless and useless, you're worth more dying for a cause than fighting for it."[break][break] Between every word she spills, the grunt only looks to grow more and more uncomfortable. His skin splotches with bursts of red, life rushing below his skin louder than ever before, as though his very essence was pressed against it, fighting for the freedom that teetered off her tongue. He is becoming more himself than ever before, all while losing the qualities that once marked him as him. [break][break][break][break]
penelope can manifest and intensify feelings of ENVY in others by being near or deploying a HYPNOTIC STARE, able to cause the effected to negatively project onto others, stir feelings of doubt and envy, etc. this power lessens the further her proximity from her targer. (REQ: RPER PERMISSION
"But you don't have to be. You still have the chance to change."
[break][break][break][break] "Admin Cross. He sent us over here."
[break][break] While one begins, the other quickly snaps the floodgates shut, twisting his neck to face the other with wild and wide eyes. [break][break] "Wha-What are you doing," he croaks, struggling to speak let alone shout, "shut up, man."[break][break] "Why? What have they done for us," the other retorts, "Fuck all. That's what."[break][break] "Came from an encampment 3,000 meters North; we were told to kill and retrieve whatever the hell you were keeping over here."
[break][break] Silence befalls the councilwoman. her only response is the magma drawing to her feet. [break][break]
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Sympathy was a poison infecting their ranks. It was what turned traitors into Saints, and terrorists into friends. Simply put: it was what weakened them. 
