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Madda

she/her
10
December 25
Cascarrafa, Paldea
??????
Trainer
Civillian
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Lucia Aldrete
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POSTED ON Apr 9, 2024 8:26:23 GMT
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Lucia's freakout hadn't helped matters any in terms of finding a way out of these masks, but hearing the other older man speak up distracted her enough to stop her fear driven tantrum. Tearful eyes behind the mask gazed up at the man as they said they would be okay. She slowly stepped away from him, clearly spooked and not entirely trusting of people, but his soft tone had at least calmed her down some. She remained quiet for a moment, but soon spoke up.

"Ah-I wanna go home...I don't know why anybody would want to throw me in here..."

She lied, it was an absolute lie than was thankfully written on her masked face. Rocket wanted her, of course. But could this really be the work of them? Why imprison others, countless of them if the yells and shouts were anything to go off of, if they were after her?

The middle ground would hum as a trio of Pokemon would descend from the heavens above, or wherever this hellhole had taken all of them. Lucia watched alongside her bunk mate and scooted closer to him with the appearance of these new villains. At least they looked like them. Could somebody as so threatening look like they did? A green canine jumped down with boxes full of goodies, alongside food being given to them.

"Go home? I don't understand any of this..."

Though those masked weirdos have began to speak just while Lucia had shoved one mochi into her mouth to eat. She had been starving training all day and the peach flavor reminded her a little bit of home. One swallow later, and her toxic chain, much like everyone else's, had attached hard to the cell wall around them. It proved to freak her out again, but their "encouragement" to remain dedicated worker bees was more than enough to fully wake her up.

"I don't wanna do this..." Lucia whispered to Atreyu again, this time more tear driven than before. "I'm scared." She cowered in fear for a moment before forcefully being pulled in the direction of the boxes. Belligerently, Lucia followed everybody else's steps and quickly got to work.

She quickly found that trying to extract the tera crystals from rock and stone. It was pretty evident that she wasn't getting anywhere due to, well, being a kid. Lucia could swing a pickaxe maybe three times before tiring herself out. So she'd make her way just grabbing a small hammer and trying to smash away the rock that way.

The armored guards would be standing around them, each one looking just as thrilled to see them work as the next. She had been working hard until the shape of the green dog walking down to some of the people cracking stones for them. One of them looked to be about her age with hands full of a box of shards. The Pokemon rewarded his efforts by slapping the box up as shards flew everywhere. Behind the mask, Lucia scowled at the devious creature as it walked off. Her head craned up to the many guards looking down at them before she made her way over to him.

"Hey." Lucia said quietly while kneeling down to help Hideo search for the shards that he had been robbed of. She kept her voice down and began to try and scurry together whatever shards would remain.

TL;DR:
- Calmed down by enough to think
- Eats the mochi while being confused about the strange people wanting to go home
- Chained to the wall and forced to work
- Spots the form of Okidogi ruining 's hard work
- Lucia quietly steps over and begins to help Hideo clean up



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saoirse quinn
she/her
28
october 27th
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
the shadows breathe
whispering me away
5’8” height
5’8” height
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
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POSTED ON Apr 9, 2024 9:22:38 GMT
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her cellmate knew her name – the rocket one. it was enough to assure her the voice she’d heard a moment before had been ’s. friends were there, more or less – but this definitely wasn’t the league’s doing.[break][break]

she glowered as theirs was named the weakling ward, briefly thinking could have at them all if he really wanted. what did she care?[break][break]

“sshhhh,” she shushed instead, still trying to focus on the platform as he crumbled. it lowered three new pokemon that did not bear any resemblance to existing species, like the other new pokemon they’d seen lately. they were, however, each sporting a toxic chain.[break][break]

”i’ve never seen them before…”[break][break]

she stole a quick glance deeper into her cell, only to locate a startled heap of shadow hiding under a desk.[break][break]

”weren’t you just making death threats?”[break][break]

but before he could possibly respond, a crescendo of defiance pulled all attention away again. she saw, heard the terrible crunch of bone forced through unyielding bars.[break][break]

every emotion on her face washed away, sobered as reality set in. her eyes lowered to the sad tray of mochi on the floor. she crouched down and took one, watching her cellmate pick another apart into practically nothing.[break][break]

who was this guy? [break][break]

unfortunately, before she could ask the question, the chain was doing something weird. it grew and reached with a mind of its own. they were soon tethered, but at least their cells were open, relieving some of that old claustrophobic feeling.[break][break]

”what do you mean ‘what you started?’” she hissed – but he was already off into his work. it was not long before he’d left her periphery entirely, which she didn’t notice.[break][break]

her attention had caught on a familiar face: a guard from route 119, wearing a toxic chain that they had not been wearing last time.[break][break]

violence proved a distraction, however. she turned and her jaw dropped as she saw her cellmate’s mysterious plan backfire terrifically. each hit was worse than the last, and when he finally went rolling across the ground to stop at her feet, she thought for sure that was it.[break][break]

leaning down over him, she peered for any sign of life. tentatively picked up his burnt wrist before setting it back down again.[break][break]

arceus…[break][break]

she whispered to him, “i haven’t figured anything out yet.” considering it had been a minute tops since they’d last spoke. “but if it’s my two cents you want, maybe you should just stay down.”[break][break]

after staring at him for another second, she went away for a few seconds. then, she returned to deliver a few rocks at his side, even placing a couple of smaller ones in his hands.[break][break]

”here.” at least he could look like he was trying.[break][break]

”i’m getting back to work.”[break][break]

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∙ watches cellmate try to shank okidogi and fail[break]
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dreamflower

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27
December 12
Anistar City, Kalos
Bisexual
Blacksmith, bladesmith
Associate
Art is risk
Tempered by wisdom
5'7"/170 cm height
5'7"/170 cm height
A keen mind cuts deeper than even the sharpest sword.
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Aurelie Lefevre
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POSTED ON Apr 9, 2024 14:59:48 GMT
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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]They send you here for life, and that's exactly what they take.
[attr="class","aurelie_body"]It was the smallest of mercies that Aurelie and her cellmate weren't among the first to be served the trays of mochi. If they had, the red-haired smith would have angrily flung it back with a defiant snarl, such was her instinctive visceral indignation at being fed the corrupting, noxious treat.

And it wouldn't have ended well for her. They all had to watch as someone else did lose their temper and was hypnotically, agonizingly, lethally punished as an example to them all. The redhead swallowed hard, horrified by the FEZANDIPITI's power to inflict willful self-destruction on the rebellious.

When served the mochi, Aurelie didn't resist. At least, eating it still offered a small chance of survival. Resisting...offered no chance at all.

Her cellmate clearly reached the same conclusion. After guessing astutely that the Megalopolans might have built another spaceship, she silently accepted and ate the mochi. Aurelie did the same and found it surprisingly delicious, enough to tempt her into impulsively snatching a second piece. She hid it under the sheet on the cot as her cellmate urged patience and finding allies.

As their chains transformed, they were told to work. The prisoners congregated in the middle and bent over the dull, bloody crystals dumped out before them. A lump rose in Aurelie's throat as she imagined the indignation of her mother and brother—both brilliant jewelers—at the idea of using hands, clothing, and spit to polish them, instead of motorized lapidary wheels with emery, corundum, and diamond dust.

In a lull, her cellmate whispered to Aurelie again, nodding at the crystals in their hands and asking what they could make out of them.

"Fashion…them…into anything?" Aurelie echoed, stunned by the subtle, clever audacity of the idea. Why didn't I think of that? I'm supposed to be the craftsman here! she thought, almost annoyed at herself.

She studied the crystal shards in a new light. As the guards changed again, she whispered back, "These pieces are very small. I could see making a reasonable blade or even a hammer out of some of the larger bits, if only we had something to stick them together...

"Oh! Maybe the mochi dough?" She nearly jumped up to run back to her cell for the hidden piece of mochi but managed to restrain herself in time. "Or maybe threads from our clothing to tie pieces together?"

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- Ugly Ward
- Eats the mochi and sneaks a second piece, which she hides before starting work
- Works quietly, following Freya's instruction to watch, wait, and maybe make allies
- Is fascinated by Freya's suggestion to make something from the crystals. Theorizes they could stick enough pieces together to make a reasonable knife or hammer

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Lime

Vio
Female
21
September 7
MAUVILLE CITY, HOENN
Bi
Spectra Trainee
Associate
Elaine
Dating
244 height
244 height
Alive
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Violet Fairbanks
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POSTED ON Apr 9, 2024 17:19:02 GMT
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Ah. A foul-mouthed cell-mate. That was not exactly great, but she could manage. Just because she liked to play the part of an upper-class lady of sorts did not mean she could not manage hearing a fuck now and then. It only meant she did not have to use that, really. Because that never befit her appearance anyway. “It is what keeps us constrained enough without inhabiting us, I reckon,” she mulled briefly, but just accepted that fact. Whoever had brought them there had done so while they were unconscious and completely defenseless. Evidently, in that state, anything could have happened. But they had decided that only putting on these accessories were necessary. That meant they were filled with confidence that they would suffice.
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At the very least, those probably could not be broken with just menial strength, so she never even bothered to try to begin with. “Best not to tamper with them until we know more. We will soon enough get exposition anyway.” Violet shrugged, before continuing to test her body for any impairments. If this was a prison, then someone would elucidate them to the particulars eventually. It just would not make sense anyway. They were still alive, after all, through the mercy of captors. That implied purpose to imprisonment, which in turn beckoned more information.
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At least Vio told herself that in order to keep her calm as they waited. It would not be too long before they were brought out for what she expected, so she took deep, steady breaths in order to keep herself in check. This was an important moment. Everything needed to be observed. Just as the training had taught her.[break][break]
First off, there were the captors in two distinct groups. Humans, or at least humanoid beings that spoke to them and Pokemon that were evidently in charge but did not actually speak themselves. A scripted speech that felt stilted in an unnatural way, as if the person doing so was being used as a mouthpiece for the Pokemon. And utter, relentless brutality that squashed a rebellion in the making.
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Violet winced inwardly at the violence, but fortunately the mask hid most of that. She was no stranger to death. From a young age she had witnessed Pokemon being put down at first. Later, in adulthood, she had witnessed human death itself. It was always a difficult feeling. While she could act like it did not bother her too much, that did not mean it was easy. Detaching herself from those crunching sounds only worked because she focused on the crates briefly, learning that she was in what was called a weakling ward. Which did make sense. However she had wronged these people and Pokemon, it had not been through a display of strength. That much was for sure. Unlike others, that categorization did not bother her.[break][break]
She was not the strongest person, after all. While she would not call herself a true weakling, she never minded others thinking that of her.
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Though, admittedly, physicality certainly was not her strong suit, so the tasks given were not exactly for her. But at the very least she was not as dainty and frail as she wanted others to believe, either, especially after that surprisingly good mochi from before. And she had enough wilderness survival training to at least start getting some chipping done with the rock-on-rock method, though she found it needlessly useless. Clearly, if they wanted results for the sake of results, they would be given proper equipment. They were not, which meant that them having to do it in this tedious and inefficient way was the point. Hence, once examples had been made, she simply and obediently went to work for the time being, as that seemed the best course of action. That performance bonus the stranger spoke of did not truly motivate her much. If it was a group performance, then she might as well think of the results as random, after all. But she did not want to stand out one way or another for the time being and simply concentrated mostly on that task, now and then trying to gather as much information as possible.
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That was the Spectra way, after all.
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And it was how she noticed someone being picked on. From her limited perspective, she had not seen any provocation leading to this. Meaning the cruelty was the point. Violet tried to observe that all in a detached fashion, trying to reason out what had brought the violent episode on, knowing that she could do nothing to stop it. At least that was her excuse for being somewhat detached from proceedings.
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Though, as always, Hoenn found a way to make things more difficult. When that masked redhead came up to them, she found it easy to recognize her in turn. And she found herself conflicted in a similar, but distinct way from Elaine herself. Yes, she too was glad to see someone she knew she could rely on and who always cheered her up in some fashion. Vio was also saddened to see her. But not just because that meant someone she cared about being endangered and suffering. But also because that complicated matters even more. Especially when the other came close to them like this, right after having been engaged by the enemy.
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She would sigh, but not resist any attempts at hugging. It was already too late to pretend they were strangers to keep a low profile, after all. So, best to play along. “Hey Ela. Sorry but also glad to see you,” she would reply softly, imagining that the other would understand where she was coming from there. “We really ought to just meet on an occasion without lives on the line,” she further added, trying to bring some levity to the situation. Though, even as she continued their encounter, she would resume working. After squeezing the other back a bit more tightly if there was, indeed, a hug, of course.[break][break]
Vio was not a robot, after all. This was needed for her, too. Hence, she allowed the warmth of a genuine smile to infuse her words, even though she kept them rational.
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“That being said, we should focus on work. They probably don’t want to police everything, but we should not take any chances.” There weren’t that many guards, after all. Plus, they had not exactly worn their prisoners down so much that no one would talk. In fact, others did, too. But they should do so while obeying, at least for now. Least they would all go flying again.
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+ Mochi eaten, replied to, taken in the information and gone to work quietly to not get noticed, though would reciprocate the hug and speak to . Still mostly focusing on work to try and appease those above them. zxvcz4k|



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Ven

Alex / Lexy
he / him / his
thirty
december 22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
sanctuary owner
civilian
I’ll fight the world
that wronged you, just to see you smile again
6’1 height
6’1 height
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Alexei Ivanov
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There were so many things going through his mind, it was just… overwhelming to say the least.

(For starters, he hoped that wasn’t doing another righteous panic this time, because most of [if not all] of his things were back on the bedside table in their shared room back home, so… yikes. Yikes, yikes, yikes.)

Much as he wanted to rip the mask off and away from his face (the rank stench from within was already starting to make him feel queasy) fact of the matter was that he wasn’t sure if he was in a nightmare of some sort. Unfortunately, though, the screaming was all very, very real.

At the mention of ‘the three day war’, though, it felt like a trap door opened beneath his feet—squinting through the suffocating mask he immediately identified the ‘space cannibals’, also having the same strange growth coming from their bodies… which would only make things worse if someone among them were to fight, to resist, to—

His thoughts were cut off at the sound of the screaming, and then—and then the blood was all over the place as he watched one of the other prisoners in their containment cell get Final Destination’d to bits.

(Or was it Saw? He forgot. It had to be one of those gory movies that his partner loved watching during Halloween—the kind that would send him screaming and hiding under the covers because the sight of spilled guts and blood were more than enough to make his brain short-circuit and pass the…)

That was the last thing he remembered seeing, for a good while.


Sometime later, he would awaken—feeling feverish and unwell… to a plate of mochi.

Why did it have to be so deeply purple?! He looked over at his companion, who seemingly took a big bite out of the damned thing, but… he could feel his stomach churn at the thought of having to ingest something like this!

(Plus didn’t people tell you, the more brightly colored something is, the higher the chance it was extremely dangerous to eat?!)

“Are… are you crazy?!” he would rasp out, watching as his companion took one bite—and then—the next sequence of events made him want to hurl…

He thought he could hear familiar voices, despite him being in this feverish state… ugh…

The masks made it hard enough to distinguish who was who in the ward, so without much information he would… he wondered what would happen if he refused to eat the mochi?

(Then again, the human body could survive without food for several weeks at a time, but water was the more pressing matter among other things… was the water here even safe to drink?!)

One thing at a time, Alex.

First things first: where were they at.

Second: how were they going to overpower their captors and make a break for it?!

He would then reach towards his neck, trying to find two chains… one for a bird whistle, another for something else he always kept on himself in case of emergencies… but they were not there.

Nothing on his person was there.

He was sorely tempted to pull the feather out and try to blow either the ‘space cannibals’ or the big, booger-picking monkey guard out of the entire way and blast everyone towards freedom—but where were their Pokémon and personal effects stashed away at?! So many things to consider…

With a defeated sigh, he would reach for one of the mochi, and take the tiniest piece possible because there was no way in hell he was going to ingest something (against his will) that was clearly, obviously designed to make them subservient to… their captors.

One thing at a time, Alex. Get the fuck out of the cell first, ask questions later.

(And then the walls may as well have had ears, but.)

Once the tiniest piece of mochi had passed into the back of his throat, the wibbly, wobbly… the strange chain around his neck did weird things (he didn’t care to look) and he realized he could walk around, but not too far—

If only he wasn’t a limp noodle, he’d have kicked the ugly booger monkey upside the head!

But he had other ways to retaliate… and it involved getting his hands on whatever random assortment of Pokémon he’d thought of bringing along.

One thing. At a time, Alex.

He sighed through gritted teeth; he’d have to be careful as he set to work, hating his noodle arms for almost dropping the big chunk of rock he’d picked up and tried to smash apart, because they were looking for shards.

He recognized the tera shards at least—but how were they going to make use of them, if they had no place to hide them—

He idly wondered if he would be able to sneak a tiny sliver back, but he’d have to be extra careful because those rocks looked plenty sharp!

As he set to work, the booger-monkey came by and deliberately knocked the piece of rock he was holding out of his hands, as if goading him to get working faster!

“No need to be so pushy,” he would hiss—but the booger monkey would only leer at him, before he picked up the rock again and set to work. Hopefully he’d be able to pull the tiniest tera shard away from the pile, smuggle it back inside his mouth or something, but be extremely careful about it—

And hope to get the hell out of here.

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• Frog where are you please come save your husband!!!
• Birddad.exe passed out at the sight of the carnage of the mutinous prisoner getting FD’d (or Saw’d) against the cell bars
• the rest of this is mostly him being a little too reflective and considering his options
• eats the tiniest piece of mocha possible (the smallest conceivable piece EVER) before getting to work
• booger monkey messes with his work by knocking the rock he was working on away from him
• Birddad.exe is trying to think of plans how to get the fuq outta here
• attempting to hide the smallest tera shard piece he can find in his mouth (should he find one!)
• no Pokémon listed since they don’t have them with ‘em


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kimmy

pax
he/they
27
may 26
vermillion city, kanto
pansexual
intel and accountability officer
deputy director
and what i think about,
one love, two mouths. one love, one house. no shirt, no blouse.
300 height
300 height
then i'll become the monster, i will deal the blow
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paxton concordas
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sounds fine, for now. At the very least she's alive. He hears along with her and while he does not recognize them, is happy she's not stuck with someone rowdy. It's hard to describe the mix of panic and anger that bursts through his chest as he watched the LOYAL THREE come down. From his cell he watches the dog one step off, bulky and sporting the same toxic chains they all did. There's levels of control here. The megalopolans seem to be entranced, cannibalistic urges kept at bay. The prisoners were all chained, and the warden wielded the chains like accessories and weapons. But what exactly influenced the effect? [break][break]

He had a feeling he'd need to observe more to figure it out. For now, he takes in what he can see and passes it along quietly to his cellmate. He can read the crates at least. It gets a dry laugh out of him. "Weakling Ward." he stated as the dog pokemon set aside work for them. The other two disappear below. "There's more levels to this place." Though that shouldn't be surprising, in an environment like this, it's best to gather all possible information. [break][break]

The abundance of glowing blue crystal could be a hint to where they are. But then again, much of Hoenn had been plagued by it as well. They could be underground anywhere on the region. As the megalopolans speak, they make mention of the 3 day war. But as far as he remembered from the reports, these pokemon hadn't been present. And the real casualties had been Megalopolans and their Ultra Beasts. As he thinks on this, doing anything to slow down his heart rate, the ward gets rowdy, screaming and crying echoing out as people resist their current reality. Paxton is silent as the ward choses one to execute, and Paxton feels cold. The punishment is especially torturous, but it was a warning. They were dispensable. [break][break]

His eyes are on the Megalopolans. "Not gonna eat?" he asks one as they bring him and their food. But they aliens don't respond, purple eyes reminding him of the first outbreak of the toxic chains in Hoenn. He stays away from his bars should the guard get aggressive like the ones before. "It's...symbiotic?" he wondered out loud as they walked away. A willing wearing of the chains maybe driven by desperation to escape? He watches prisoners begin to eat, chains snapping forward and moving. Paxton can't quite wrap his head around it but he decides to think and work, lest he wanted the same fate as the dead puddle nearby. He eats what e can of the mochi, uncertain how often meals will come in tis shit hole, and then grimaces as his own chain is moved, allowing him freedom outside the cell. [break][break]

He moves to pick up some crystal dutifully, mulling over the mention of potential. Could it just be referring to infinity energy? He wished or were here to confer with. But then again, if they could avoid this hell hole, all the better for them. Someone had to keep watch of the region. If this was the megalopolans making a play at Hoenn again, they needed everyone on deck back at HQ. Paxton tries to find himself a place to work, hefting a few pieces of thick rock and trying to smash it onto the floors to help it crack. Guards move through and around them, with the Warden bullying whoever it likes. Paxton is no exception, shoved roughly and losing his balance as a piece of crystal flies forward and rolls a foot away. Despite the reward, the emphasis that he was disposable is not missed. He ignores the people around him that try to make plays too early on, glancing at briefly before hefting a piece of rock up and tossing it back down. If he saw shards being pilfered, no he didn't. [break][break]

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Genny
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Hau'oli City, Alola
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Full Time Ranger
Elite Ranger
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Cannibals wasn't necessarily correct, but Genny wasn't going to be the one to say it. It was good stories were being told, but the idea of working with Rocket has her stunted. That one Rocket, ... she was there. She knew. And it was doubtful. "I don't think so. I can't prove that, but I think Rocket dislikes them as much as we do." she chimes. Sure, that woman might have been, but in her eyes, that mad dash to their ship to get out was shared by all of them. Not just one.[break][break]

With Hideo taking a breath in, and agreeing to calm himself, Genny shot him a smile, before watching their wardens. A bulky dog's haul into the ward, crates that read what Hideo had whispered. Genny nods, with a squint of her eyes. 'Weak?' She's not going to linger on that.[break][break]

She'd show them.[break][break]

In came the speech, the poetically waxed speech of how they were wronged, so they'd impart that pain back. The taste in Genny's mouth sours, as she scowls at them. They were wronged? Them? It only goes to prove exactly what she knows. The job isn't done until the Megalopolan threat is handled. But as she is now, there is no means to fight back. So, she waits. Disobedience is met with an iron fist by the bulky dog. And with it, the redhead glares. Each sickening crack a reminder, with each devilish crunch, a regret.[break][break]

'Never again.'[break][break]

The mochi sits in front of them. The plate at the ready, and with a lean in, she cannot refuse it. Refusal likely meant they'd be beaten. With a bite into the mochi proper, she can feel her body wince. It was tasty, but with the toxic chain pulling her to the cell bars, all she can do is grit her teeth and bear it. Forced to endure. Forced as a prisoner. She continues gritting her teeth. The time would come.[break][break]

With a leash, the dogs were allowed to move to the center, where they were given the rough synopsis of what to do. For them, the Weaklings, they would break rocks and throw all valuables in the box. In the time it took to explain, Genny goes over those she can see here. 'It's too hard to make out faces.' She scowls. Hair was one thing. She looked for , , . She scanned for , , , , and . Hair color and body type would be the best means to figure people out. Even if she's certain they exist here, or maybe do, it wouldn't be possible to get what she wanted.[break][break]

Her rage starts to build, as she takes the creative outlet of her assigned tasks with a grimace on her face. She merely worked. But seeing 's work being sabotaged, Genny quickly moves the crate, best she can, to catch what little she's able to.[break][break]

The scowl never leaves her mouth underneath the mask. Her eyes filled with disgust and anger.[break][break]

'Hold it in. Conceal, don't feel.'[break][break]

Turning to , she takes a moment to breathe. It's hot, the mask is suffocating. "Don't let them get to you," she tries to tell him. But for who, did that message really matter.[break][break]

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- Genny is watching. Waiting. She's patient, but the rage is steadily building in her. She'll blow soon enough.[break]
- Watching Okidogi mangle a prisoner, she realizes that it's her fault. Their fault for showing mercy. Until they are given the villain monologue.[break]
- Ever seen a tiny four foot eleven masked redhead give the most heinous glare imaginable? No? Hm. You have now.[break]
- Doing their tasks, Genny scans people by hair and body type to try to get some semblance of who is around.[break]
- Attempts to help through the blunder they suffer by Okidogi, telling him to not let the dog get to him.[break]
- Genny's fury is mounting slowly.






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Contrary to popular belief, getting knocked out is not just instant sleep for however long, not for humans anyhow. The state of being "knocked out" is sudden, brief, and violent, but brief is the most important keyword here as Xenon's eyes flutter open after getting decked by her cellmate. It seems like she missed something bloody as she pushes herself back onto her feet, the taste of poison lingering on her tongue as she watches everyone polish dirty gemstones, humming curiously as she gets down on her knees next to Tsubaki and begins slowly polishing away at one of the rocks. "I'm guessing they didn't show any inclination to bringing the injured woman to any sort of medical bay?"
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The question didn't need to be answered, she was still here after all. But it brought into perspective what kind of people had captured them, presumably cold blooded murderers judging by the mess on the ground. Her eyes dart up towards the Fezandipiti briefly, its meets her eyes and she forces her head back down before it acted on whatever violent impulses it might have been feeling. "Fill me in on the details, what's the route out of here that you can see so far? Jail rats can spot jail rats, I know you're already planning a way out of here."
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Leon
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August 17th
Alto Mare
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'Financier'
Civilian
Aubre Settentrioné
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Time is money. You are a waste of both.
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He almost laughed. Stupid. Him.. Yet he did not, his attention being drawn to the cells around him. He'd listened to what he could make out from where they were; plans being made, riotous indignation, children. There was no connecting thread to the various personages, or at least he'd believed so. The Megalopolans were not normal beings, he knew that much. Therefore it stood only to reason that their priorities, including social ones, were not normal either. Which meant this seemingly random group of individuals had been plucked from their beds for a singular sin: ignorance. He'd already determined the staggering idiocy around him well before this realization, but it was not until his wife's warning that the pieces fell into place. Their jailers had deemed them guilty of the sin of ignorance, and sadly he could not disagree. His mind turned to his brother, perhaps the most ignorant being he'd ever know, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Come vorrei che tu fossi al mio fianco, invece."

As the machinery above whirred and scraped he closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds ass he tried to sift out the noise. He heard something jutter to a halt, the low sound of heavy footfalls thudding through the metal plates. Soon enough it continued, reavealing an elevator and its shaft, a sickly, brilliant light beaming from above. Riding the rackety lift was a pair of pokémon, some form of simian and wildfowl. As the Monkey stepped forth and the lift ground into action once more, it was readily apparent to him that the duo, was in fact a trio. The stop it had made before, and the footfalls after, led him to believe that another had departed before reaching them. And the thud below indicated that it had reached the bottom of the shaft. That meant at least four floors, though whether it was a tower or a hole was another matter entirely. Choosing the wrong direction would well be fatal, and so he simply filed the information away, should it become relevant later.

The moment the idiot in the other cell began pounding the bars, he knew what was going to happen. Leon had encountered psychics before and knew well the slight denseness of the air. Even had he not, the look on their warden's face was all too telling on its own. Quickly he turned, striding back to the rear of the cell and stopping just in front of Aubre. His arms stretched out, wrapping around her head and pulling her into his chest. He held this position, her eyes covered, ears muffled, until the final plop of wet meat hitting the floor. It was a sound he was also familiar with, much to his wife's displeasure.

Throughout he gently stroked her hair, whispering low so only she can hear. "Sarai al sicuro. Sarai al sicuro." When it ended he pulled back slightly, smiling comfortingly down at her before turning to face the center once more, the redhead carefully concealed behind his back. The arrival of the crates confirmed quite a few of his suppositions. The ape was indeed psychic, and relatively powerful at that. Likewise, the markings clearly indicated their 'ward', confirming that this had little to do with human affairs. As the boxes were opened and the circular loaves removed, he felt his face wrinkly in disgust. His heritage was screaming at him, every fiber of his being railing against such culinary mockeries. As a result, when the tray was placed into their cell he simply stared at him, his insides writhing in deeply insulted horror.

It was a few moments before he came back to reality, his eyes first going to his wife, then to the tray on the floor. With a sigh he picked it up and carried it across the cell, placing it on the desk next to her. With a deep, deep frown he reached down and plucked a small pinch to throw in his mouth. The moment it touched his tongue and the taste ripped through his body he spit it out, staring disdainfully down at the tray. "Veleno." Now he was insulted not only personally, but professionally as well. Still, he paused, remembering the scenes from before. His eyes turned to Aubre and he smiled. "Do as you are told." Compliance was a worthless effort, serving no purpose beyond survival. And that was precisely why he wished her to. She needed to survive, no matter the price.

Striding back to the cell bars he stared out, his face wrinkling once more as the sheep hurried to their tasks. His trained eyes easily made out the actions of a number of them, and while one part of him wanted to commend their initiative, the rest simply gaped at the stupidity of it. The ape's pranks on the more fragile of the group, and Leon found he had reached his breaking point. He could not simply stand here silent and allow such inefficiency..

"This is quite possibly the most inefficient and most poorly thought out form of torture I have ever seen." His voice rang out, making no attempt to conceal it as he fully intended the monkey to hear. "Poisoned food? Picking out rocks only to have them scattered about? Children are more skilled than this haphazard fumbling. This is a waste of quite literally everyone's time, not least of all yours." He looked directly into the apes eyes, his gaze and expression one of sheer disappointment bordering on derision. "You are intelligent, far more so than the chattel assembled here. Act like it. Either devise something worthy of one your caliber, or kill me now because I am not about to waste my time on this pedestrian torment." It was clear from the tone of his voice to the look in his eyes that he was not bluffing or attempting to deceive. He truly was insulted, and simply refused to be demeaned alongside his captor.
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Master of Faster
He/Him
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December 12
Goldenrod, Johto
Straight
Mauville Gym Leader
Champion
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6'1" height
6'1" height
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Relax? Easy for to say. It wasn't just because they were in a dingy prison cell together. It wasn't just because they had no idea where they were. All of the Gym Leader's connections to what defined him had been lassoed away from him by these TOXIC CHAINS. His connection to his Gym, Ranger leadership, and unbeknownst to him, his own subconsciousness, all gone.

Josh attempted to draw Michael toward the back of the cell, whether with gestures or even physically if he had to. "...This is very hard for me to tell you, but..." he whispered so that only his fellow Ranger could hear. "Remember that feather that was pinned to my uniform? Well... that feather is the vessel for the legendary Pokémon Raikou. We have to get it b-back from them at all costs. Preferably without anyone els-se finding out ab-bout it."

He was still shaking; though the Rangers had access to plenty of League secrets, this was classified: only for the eyes of Gym Leaders and up. If Rocket found out the Great One's blessing that had been bestowed upon the region's newest Champion, they would have a huge advantage in the Sootopolis operation. If the Megalopolans found out, they would be on his ass, too. He suspected a link between them and the DRK TRIAD, for they were not only after at the bottom of Area Zero, but him, too.

Before he could say any more, three unfamiliar Pokémon, each sporting a long TOXIC CHAIN, descended from the central elevator. Josh saw the back of the FEZANDIPITI and was fully entranced, holding the cell bars to get as close as possible while daydreaming about soaring on the poison-type. After unloading the crates, the OKIDOGI knocked the Champion out of his trance with a whipping strike of his TOXIC CHAIN, sending him flying into the back of the cell. He breathed heavily, bleeding as its poison seeped into the wounds it had created.

Their pre-work meal? The very MOCHI recipe that had had been scattered throughout the region during the Rangers' POISON PATROLS. They looked unhealthy, but what choice did they have? Digging into his fair share, they tasted like peach gummi candy. It would give him the energy to perform the work before him, and it would not be easy.

Josh was one of the more physically fit members of the WEAKLING WARD, but hit was all dexterity - the ability to precisely manipulate reins, squeeze his steed's sides with just the right amount of force, and at one point, wield a sword from the saddle. He had been chosen for the ward due to his lack of raw strength. The best idea he had was to pitch each small clump of rock like a baseball toward the cell walls, letting the harder TERA CRYSTALS separate from the rock the best he could. Occasionally, a crystal shard would bounce off at an odd angle and stab or cut him. The only thing that kept him from screaming was memories of the pain he had suffered during the Battle at Dewford, resulting in him having an entire cup's worth of Bullet Seeds surgically extracted from him. Were it not for that tolerance, he would have passed out from the pain. One of the guards likely would have whipped him into submission, which would have been the end of .

He had an entire city to live for.

As much as he wanted to stir the pot, Josh knew his best means of escape, for now, would be cooperation. Perhaps he could hide a shard or two on break...






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- Josh reveals to that his Rainbow Feather is missing, and that it is Raikou's vessel.
- FEZANDIPITI allures Josh into a trance.
- OKIDOGI whips Josh out of the trance with a TOXIC CHAIN, causing him to bleed and become envenomed.
- Josh eats his fair share of the MOCHI.
- Josh attempts to break the smaller rocks to pieces by hurling them into the cell walls like baseballs.···
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twenty six
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to be desensitized is a curse and a blessing. [break][break]

the brutal scene brings out screams of fear, disgust and horror. to a degree, she's grateful that she's so used to the guts and gore that it doesn't so much make her flinch. yet, on the other hand, marisol is only a human. it doesn't make her brows furrow any less when she realizes just how serious the situation has become. the rattling of the bars and the cries of fellow inmates remind her that this, indeed, was no dream. [break][break]

she has to serve them for her survival, like she had so many years ago under rocket - under her father. her lips curls inwards, staring at the mochi left between the bars of the ward. she doesn't like this idea, and would prefer to take this mochi to analyze at the lab - such a shame that this isn't the right time. so she holds one in her hand and snaps it in half, pocketing the other one and taking a bite of the other. it's pleasant. [break][break]

though you could label it poison and she'd have to eat it anyways. [break][break]

if they want her to eat her fill, then she will. she'll need what strength after waking up disorientated, and she slides some over to as she tries to gather herself. "eat," the nurse encourages, sending a half-lidded glare towards the prison guards. they don't need to watch them while they ate.[break][break]

pulled like a lamb to the slaughter, she is immediately brought to work. there are no faces she can recognize - they're all obscured by masks. at some point, all the physiques look the same. everyone is a faceless human. it's so morbidly funny to her, watching the prison strip them of their own identity. strip them of their identity, then offer said self as a reward. [break][break]

but it's nothing new. [break][break]

a crate of work is given to her, and if there's anything marisol knows how to do, it's to hang her head low and do the work she was assigned. so she works, despite physical activity not being her forte. she tries to be quick, sacrificing precision for efficiency - using this excuse to slip larger chips of crystals and ore into a pocket. they're small enough, still, for her to make an excuse that they fell in. [break][break]

she should be trying to survive. [break][break]

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- stuck in the WEAK ward[break]
- oh shit someone died[break]
- (reluctantly) eats the mochi and encourages to eat it[break]
- pockets half of a mochi[break]
- getting to work, being a good little prisoner[break]
- and tries to steal a smol crystal and ore[break]
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Dyfalu

Aubre
She/Her
26
February 17
Turffield
Demisexual
Pokémon Doctor
Civilian
Leon Settentrione
Complicated
39 height
39 height
I Still Believe, Inside of Me, There's Someone Not Unspoken. Someone Not So Broken.
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Aubre McKenna-Settentrione
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POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 7:51:45 GMT
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Much like her husband, Aubre listened to what happened next with trepidation. Her shaking hands are soon still as she focuses on what she sensed.
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She wanted to understand better what was going on. The redhead concluded that there were at least three floors, which allowed her to calculate a few numbers: 15, 60, and 3. Her teeth pulled thoughtfully at her lower lips. Those odds would not be so bad if we worked together. Right now, however, they are all tethered like forgotten Bolthund.

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The redhead takes a moment to observe the two wardens. The bird is a predator, its hooked beaks and talons are deadly. While the monkey seems less dangerous, there’s a simian slyness in its eyes. Unable to meet them for long, she focuses briefly on the ends of her sleeves. Then, the bird is gone and their guards begin to speak. But something about it feels off. Like they were just as trapped as she was. Another set of prisoners in someone else's machinations. The depths of her empathy are so grand, that she cannot help but feel her heart twist.
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She notes the use of the term 'never-rot,' but it's one set of words that stuns her. The dummy ward?
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Aubre’s thoughtful silence turns to embarrassment. Though a doctor, she cannot help but feel stupid. Like this designation is a badge she'd always worn. It doesn’t help that the evidence for why is on full display on alabaster skin. That emblem she kissed so many times—emblazoned with paired Dragonair—was stained with blood. It’d been polished with ill-gotten gains. And, somehow, she’d been too blind to see it.
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A clatter from a nearby cell draws her attention. She gasps as the monkey’s expression changes. Surprised by her volume, she shouts at the psychic type's back: “Wait Let me--!!” Aubre can’t look away as he is levitated. But, then she doesn’t have to. Her husband has turned her to bring him firmly against his chest. She pushes against him at first. “We can’t just let it—!” Then, the screaming starts. A squelch is audible as the entire ward sinks into an oppressive, stunned silence. Though she cannot see it, her mind fills in the gaps. And it fills them with red. She fights back hot, impotent tears.
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When he smiles at her, the gesture is returned. She knows he is trying to comfort her. To soothe her and keep the beasts away. His choice of words, however, makes her want to laugh. Safe!? What makes you think this place is safe? The eyes that stare back at him are not simply scared. They’re furious. Her hands curl up at her side as she stares at the corpse. The way it’s just left there is somehow more disturbing than what came prior.
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Green eyes stare at the tray as Leon brings it over. Her mouth presses into a thin line. A hand picks up a block to examine it, rolling a piece between her fingers. “I've seen these before.” It’s the same gel seen across a hundred patients’ muzzles. As he eats it, Aubre reaches toward him. But, then, the crisis is averted as he spits it out. She nods. “It's dangerous." Across the way, she watches as and take their first bites.
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Suddenly, the cell feels claustrophobic. The mask is just a smaller cage in a Russian nesting doll of confinement. His next words draw out a bitter, indulgent laugh. “Do as I'm told?” Did he really know that little about her? Sure, she was a worthless coward, but she did have some pride. Somewhere.[break][break]

But, he was right. If she wanted to live to see her daughter, it was best to play along. Still, she couldn't resist a sigh. “You act like that will change anything.” The cells next to them open as Pamplemousse and company stroll out. She stares at the chunk he spat out. Her bitten nails curl into her palms. [break][break]

You can't do anything stuck in this cell.Before he can stop her, she scoops up another chunk of the purple goo and swallows it. “Mm?” It tastes like pecha berry. It makes her entire body thrum. That feeling unnerves her.
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From her neck, the Toxic Chain extends until it reaches the ceiling. Though tight, this sacrifice gives them the room to get out. After a deep breath, she moves from the cell into the main area. A nod is offered to and . , meanwhile, earns a soft, shy smile. After the nearest guard passes, she drops to her knees among the rock. Her eyes catch on a mercurial shard. Then, a black one. An idea starts to form.
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It takes her a moment to realize she’s alone.

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Around her, the sound of sorting continues. But her eyes lift as she sees her husband staring down Munkidori. Her legs turn to jelly as she raises to her feet. Dummy ward, indeed! She shakes as she steps toward them. If he’d been doing this for a good reason, she might have empathized. Maybe even joined him. But she recognizes it for what it is: pride. He was taunting a homicidal ape because he was scared of getting his hands dirty.
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She stares into the corpse's cell. A lake of red has grown beneath it.
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Could she talk her way out of this? No chance! You can't sell water to a Starmie![break][break]
The idea that the monkey will just let it go seems just as far-fetched. What can I do?[break][break]

Aubre plants herself between the pair. Her tongue feels like ash. She lifts her hands toward Munkidori in a placating gesture. “I'm sorry. D-dummies, right?” Sure, she didn't want to do this. But what would yelling insults do? Their daughter needed him as much as she needed her. [break][break]

So, Aubre decided to be kind. Or, at least, kinder than that thing. It went against everything she believed, but it was the only thing she could think of. [break][break]

With a surprising amount of strength, she turns and punches Leon in his visor. All those self-defense lessons with her brother-in-law seemed to pay off. Her wedding ring clinks off the glass. She hopes it staves off the worst of the blow. The tears punctuating her next words are heated.
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✦Watches in horror and tries to stop the munki[break]
✦Eats a small chunk of mochi to buy them some wiggle room[break]
✦Briefly acknowledges her neighbors[break]
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miss monroe
feminine
thirty
june 7th
verdanturf town
bisexual
ranger / daycare asst.
cadet / nurse
we came, we saw
we complicated...
5'11" height
5'11" height
mirror on the wall, tell me all the ways to stay away.
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"...I hope not." Petra returns towards her cellmate and his remarks about Oldale, battle royales and such else. Physical labor was hard enough, she didn't need anything else ruining her chances of surviving this place.
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She stares toward the megalopolan(s) with wonder, choosing to remain in the backseat of this ride where it's safe. Petra doesn't do or say anything to draw unwanted attention from their alleged wardens. They've made it all too apparent what happens should they misbehave. Still, she can't blame the others if they wanted to try. To fail.
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Finishing her mochi rations before filing in alongside Pax, Petra gathers the minerals for smashing. The clammoring from all this 'work', and the shifting toxic chains made it easier to converse without fear for eavesdropping.
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"Do you really think they'll just go home like they say? No shot, right?" While obedience wasn't exactly ideal, if it were possible for things to end peacefully - Petra would like to entertain that route.
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- breaking eggs for an omelette rocks for STOCKS
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Aero

conrad
he/him
22
december 18
vermillion city, kanto
anything goes
errand boy
grunt
lost in thoughts
ALL ALONE
843 height
843 height
Embrace the dark you call a home, Gaze upon an empty, white throne
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"ugh, you're right, boss."

the nickname he accidentally calls @grigori comes from habit with the ever so rotating higher ups of the organization. his head correlates older to a superior, and it was clear grigori was one.

begrudgingly, he lets go of the bars, throwing himself away from it with exaggeration. priam behaves himself for now, seeing as there's no other choice.

obediently, he consumes his mochi and begins to work, positioning himself near his cellmate at all times as per his subconscious.

passive aggression first manifests when forced to clean each shard, polishing with loud movements to silently voice out frustrations, but after the first few, he finds himself in a groove. there's rhythm, and then there's content.

he finds himself bouncing to a song he sings in his head as he is reminded of the small little tasks he used to do in vermillion's warehouses during kanto's fall.

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  • behaves himself
  • eats mochi and gets to work
  • seemingly enjoys the mundane task


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Epic BugCatcher

Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
Lt. Colonel, Medical Corps
AQUA Initiative
Dreaming
of our future
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
You're being healed. Please do not resist.
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John Sullivan
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ft. a whole lotta noodle arms, dummies and uggies.



He stared at the mangled, decapitated corpse left in the Warden's wake with a burning, unblinking gaze, searing the sight into his frontal cortex.

It was difficult for gore to get a reaction out of him at this point— he had seen what people's and pokemon's innards looked like countless times by now.

The callous ending of life, however, never failed to get a rise out of him; where the floor beneath him anything less than solid cement, he would've crushed it under his grip. As it were, all he accomplished was injuring his nails.

The price for disobedience was steep— and the loss of a life, specially in circumstances like these, was tragic.

But he could take solace in the fact that their captors were foolish enough to actually believe intimidation tactics would work on Hoennians.

The bird. 3 wards. Chamber of desires. Never-rot. His digit dragged over his chain as he rose from his place against the wall, approaching the Megalopolan guard standing before the bars before looking down at what he offered.

Mochi. He thought as he stared at the sweet. Toxic Chain. Bird. Three Wards. Three... Statue.

Right— he had seen those statues. A dog, a monkey, and a bird.

Three wards. Dog. Monkey. Bird. Weakling. Dummy. Ugl—

"The hel— I am at least an eight!" He suddenly snapped as he snatched his mochi, snarling at the guards.

The f*cking nerve of these aliens; their taste was so shit they ate people, who the heck were they to call him ugly?

He chomped onto his mochi without hesitation, grumpily chowing it all down and chucking it down the hatch. It tasted pretty good, despite the... color, texture... everything else, really.

Whatever, it went down easy at least.

Watching his chain get attached to the bars, a thought briefly popped into his head as he took everything so far into consideration.

We could easily detain Rocket avatars with this thing.

He vanished the thought as soon as it came, though. This really wasn't the time to consider the uses the damn thing could have. He had more important things to keep track of.

The plan remained the same— shut up, keep your head down and play along while the warden was watching. Nothing had changed, which made him glad he hadn't let his mind wander too far yet.

Keeping track of time in a place like the one they found themselves in was difficult, usually intentionally so.

So he had been trying to do that ever since he woke up. Emphasis on trying, anyway.

He was a soldier— the discipline beat into him by the drill sergeants could be pretty useful on occasion.

His body tended to wake up within a specific time window. Somewhere between 6 to 8 hours after he went to bed. The more tired he was, the closer to 8.

He hadn't quite made it to bed the day before, but he more or less knew the time around which he had fallen unconscious. So he had what he considered a reasonable idea of how much time had passed between him falling asleep in front of his apartment's door and waking up in a jail cell.

Which made it much easier to try and draft the jail's schedule as the day went along...

It wouldn't bear fruits until at least a day or two passed, though. He would have to keep deep focus until then.

Perhaps ironically though, only time would tell if the effort was worthwhile.

For now... They had a mind numbingly boring task ahead of them. Actually sort of good for him; keeping track of the passing time was easier if he wasn't dedicating too much brainpower to something else.

Only problem was that his brain tended to try and wander to other... places.

She's fine. She's definitely fine. Stop thinking about ither. Don't get distracted. Just... focus on your work.

Get it done quickly.

Maybe if the fucking bird would stop messing with his freakin' rocks.

"Nghgtrghggrrr...!" He took in a deep breath as he got his rocks slapped out of his hand by the passing warden, the damn bird not even stopping to appreciate its handy work.

There was a large cut running along his palm now. After watching him deftly avoid prickling himself on the damn rocks for the past hour, the freaking bird had apparently had enough and gotten it done itself.

Dick.

He was more pissed at the thing's smug attitude, though. The sound of his grinding teeth alone seemed to be enough to make it preen.

Just another reason to calm down and quiet himself.

The crystal had some of his blood on it now. Fantastic.

With an irritable grunt, he brought it against his top and began to rub once again.

They had been at this for while. Where they expected to stay there until all crystals had been sorted?

His gaze rose from his hands, looking near himself briefly. How was his cellmate holding up?

Miserably. The answer was miserably.

There was something awfully, frightfully familiar about the sad, miserable silhouette his cellmate cut. Shoulders hunched, occasional choked sobs, small frame...

His hand moved on reflex to catch the crystal they dropped, snatching it mid bounce between index and thumb.

"Careful." He muttered lowly, rolling the crystal in his hand before clicking his tongue.

There was blood on it.

"Damn it."

Getting injuries, even small ones, in a place like this was dangerous. Infections were abound in prison.

His gaze rose to the other's hand as he began scuttling closer, bringing the crystal to the inside of his thick uniform... before he began cutting into it, ripping a small strip of fabric.

"Let me see the injury." He doctor-ordered, reaching for their wrist, digits wrapping around i—

Huh.

His hand squeezed gently at the wrist, fingers dragging over... suspiciously familiar blemishes.

Gripping more firmly, the doctor turned his gaze down and stared, rolling her arm around to look at the scars.

The very familiar scar.

Oh no.

His head slowly craned up to look at his 'cellmate', the eyes behind his mask growing wider, and wider...

No no no no no.

Even as he screamed inside his head, his hands worked, fastening the strip of fabric around the girl's hand, sealing her cut. He finished it off with as neat a bow as he could, patting her hand gently, cupping it between both of his own, before slowly letting his hands slide off hers.

She is not safe she is not safe she is not safe she is not safe—

She was right here, with him.

And that knowledge only filled him with dread.

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ACTION: Keeping track of time.
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