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GONGAGER
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25
October 13
GONGAGA
gongaga-romantic
gongager
gongago
me?
gongaga
808 height
808 height
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INTRODUCTION


LATE APRIL. You jolt awake. Drenched in a hot sweat, your head weighed down by a suffocating pressure, you find your breath boiling against the confines of a sinister mask. Its grip on your face is unyielding, for it is strapped to you by a TOXIC CHAIN wrapped tightly around it and your neck.[break][break]



You're unsure of how you got here. Whoever is responsible for your incarceration was able to kidnap you in your sleep—or perhaps, they knocked you out when the opportunity arose. However, the last thing you remember is an odd sensation overriding your senses: one that is familiar to those who have participated in POISON PATROL II.[break][break]

As your eyes adjust to the dimness behind the shaded visor, the grim details of your surroundings become apparent. A dingy cell. A SINGLE decrepit cot that offers little respite. A metal desk and stool tethered to the walls like rusty branches. Groping around, one can not find their pokeballs, their accessories. Those with special abilities will find that their attempted use rewards them with a strangling constriction of the TOXIC CHAIN, immediately preventing their deployment.[break][break]



Immediately, you realize that you have no pokeballs. No devices or accessories. You wear no typical prison prison jumpsuit. Instead, you wear what appears to be traditional Kitakami or Johtian clothing: green fabric, with a trio of Pokemon-faces woven in as a pattern. Should you pat yourself down, you realize you would have no pockets.[break][break]

Through the bars of your cell, you can see wide central area. Your ward appears circular in shape, and in its center, there is a rectangular opening like an elevator shaft. You can see straight into the other cells across from you—though the darkness provides some privacy... The walls are thinner too, meaning one can hear what others say in the adjacent cells if they are loud.[break][break]

There are no windows. No signs of the outside world. You have no clue about your whereabouts.[break][break]



Around the circular ward, MEGALOPOLANS roam freely as guards. These aliens also wear TOXIC CHAINS—but rather than being inhibited, they seem empowered. Those who attempt to discern the identities of the Megalopolan guards will find no JULES or VELMOS; however, those who have survived the events of BLOOD, MUD & IRON may see familiar faces.[break][break]

Soon enough, you realize you have a cellmate. Or two. Their identity is shrouded behind the same mask. After a period of time where you figure out who your cellmate(s) is, a mysterious chime can be heard from somewhere within the prison.[break][break]

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A whirring sound from somewhere in the prison echoes into your chambers, as a platform descends from above...


WARDS


BELOW IS INFORMATION pertaining to each ward.

THE WEAKLING WARD[break][break]

A ward headed by the retainer, OKIDOGI. Prisoners picked for this ward have been sorted as "weak" in some way by the wardens.[break][break]

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Note: there are NPC prisoners as well.


THE DUMMY WARD[break][break]

A ward headed by the retainer, MUNKIDORI. Prisoners picked for this ward have been sorted as "dumb" in some way by the wardens.[break][break]

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Note: there are NPC prisoners as well.


THE UGLY WARD[break][break]

A ward headed by the retainer, FEZANDIPITI. Prisoners picked for this ward have been sorted as "ugly" in some way by the wardens.[break][break]

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Note: there are NPC prisoners as well.




RULES



PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING GUIDELINES.


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Tagger

DarkWingsGod
Male
38
April 5
Heterosexual
Streamer
Grunt
Single
5'07" height
5'07" height
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Andrew Fisher
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 2, 2024 7:00:35 GMT
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One moment, Andrew went to bed, after livestreaming to his audience of sycophants and trolls. The next, he jolted awake, the crushing pressure of the mask against his face. The streamer immediately panicked, attempting to rip the mask off of his face, without avail.

"What the fuck, man!? Get this stupid fucking thing off me!!", Andrew screamed into the mask.

After tiring himself out, the manchild attempted to catch his breath, his eyes began to adjust beneath the dim visor. He noticed he was in a dingy prison cell, with a single, crappy looking bed. A metal table and stool were present, both tethered to the wall. He took notice to a girl on the floor, who looked way too young to be in prison, or locked up with someone his age.

Wait, why was she dressed in shitty pajamas? Andrew looked down, noticing his clothing had been replaced with the same set of clothing. More pressingly, he saw the mask she was wearing, and how it was affixed to her face. A purple, fleshy, magenta tendril tethered around her neck, and the mask. Andrew groped around, noticing that he was in the same predicament.

Groping around, he'd quickly realize there were no pockets. And obviously, any of his Pokemon, and his gear, was gone. No doubt confiscated upon being locked up.

Peering outside of his cell, he'd notice the familiar sight of Megalopolans, with the same purple chains. Were they abducted by the aliens? Was this revenge for kicking their asses during the Three Day War, nearly four years ago?

"Yo, this is fucked up!", Andrew remarked beneath the mask.




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Flood

X
She/Her
24
March 6th
Nimbasa City
Asexual
Ultramodernist
Executive
5'7 height
5'7 height
Look to the future, see in it everything you've ever wanted. Now find the strength to grab it.
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Xenon Antheil
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There are two things that Tsubaki might first notice when she awakens in this prison cell, outside of the obvious being imprisoned and masked and whatnot. The first is that she has a cellmate, possibly even someone she remembers depending on how good her memory was after that brief stint in the Ultra Deep Sea. The second is that selfsame someone is both missing an arm and ramming her other shoulder into the cell door, viciously and repeatedly in between brutal kicks and streams of expletives that we probably shouldn't be including here.
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Xenon had passed out in the middle of a strained defense of Area Zero against a frenzied swarm of Iron Moths bound by the Toxic Chains, the same Toxic Chains that were now encircling her face and binding this mask to her head. When she came to she was sans all her Pokemon, even her loyal Argon that so ardently waited in her shadow, and missing her fucking prosthetic arm!!! These bastards didn't even have the courtesy to replace it with like a dummy arm or a hook or anything!!! They just took her arm and threw her in a cell with a total stranger!!! "HEY! I KNOW YOU ALIEN FREAKS CAN HEAR ME!!! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS, OR ARE YOU TOO CHICKEN FOR A REAL FIGHT!? WHAT, SCARED OF THE GIRL MISSING AN ARM!?" A series of mocking chicken sounds follows another three slams of her boot against the door, all her attention very much on venting her anger and frusturations rather than her waking cell mate. Welcome to the Prismatic Penitentiary.

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Nano

mari, ouroboros
any
twenty six
june 25
lavender town, kanto
demisexual
nurse
ace
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5'4" height
5'4" height
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the air is stagnant. [break][break]

it does her no favors when she jolts awake, immediately sitting up from the hard ground. her fingertips run cold, and the bead of sweat rolls down her cheek. breathing has never felt so suffocating, and her vision is slightly obscured. the wooden mask clings tightly to her cheeks, and the seemingly weightless chains stick around her neck. [break][break]

the first order of business is to take a deep breath - a proper breath - before she starts to panic. though her mind has barely caught up with the situation, her body is anxious. one steady breath, a second, and a third-- she'll be okay. [break][break]

her fingers trace herself from head to toe. first, she notices the mask on her face. she tries to discern the shape of it from her fingers. then, she cautiously touches the eerie and familiar chains that bound her neck. it puzzles her, slightly: weren't they supposed to make her lose her mind? [break][break]

she doesn't have much more time to think before she hears screaming from the other cells - particularly at the guardsmen that roam in the open room. they won't let you out just because you ask them too, she thinks, but then her attention is grabbed by another fact; the fact that she isn't alone in this cell. [break][break]

her head immediately snaps to the other body in her cell - someone dressed similarly as her, with the same mask over their face. the only thing that points as an identifier is their body size. [break][break]

someone smaller, so someone younger or someone born small. [break][break]

as much as she wants to rattle the bars, she moves to her cellmate to gently shake them. when she notices the cold sweat, she uses the sleeve of her "prison suit" to lightly tap away at the sweat. "hey, can you hear me?" she asks, shrugging her lips.




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NOTES


- stuck in the WEAK ward[break]
- wake up in the morning feeling out of breath[break]
- mari tries to discern the shape of the mask[break]
- gently touches the toxic chains wtf is this[break]
- moves to to nudge her and make sure she's okay


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She/Them
15 (Estimated)
April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
???
Wandering Wildchild
Cadet
N/A
Uninterested
87 height
87 height
HABABABABA
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It's cold.

That's the first thing that occurs to Ettie, as she begins to stir. Though the sweat on her skin is hot and clammy, the air - and the hard floor beneath - are cold. Everything - touch, smell, sounds - feels wrong, she recognizes distantly past a disorienting and hazy grogginess. Something is horribly, horribly, wrong - even if it takes a second for it all to filter in properly.

The next thing she notes, is the mask. Her initial instinct is to take it off - but no matter how she pulls on it, all she feels is the press of the Toxic Chain wrapped around it. She whines at the back of her throat, quite uncomfortable with all of this - but as her eyes adjust to the darkness, and the grimy visor... "Sister..? Anat..?"

... She realizes, that she's trapped in a strange, enclosed, room. And that her pack is missing. Where were they? Why was she alone? She could have sworn that they had been hunting in the woods not long ago! And yet- and yet--..!

She does not immediately notice 's presence; instead in an almost frenetic panic. She was alone. Alone was dangerous. Alone meant you could be picked off by predators. She needed her pack - she needed to find someone - she wasn't safe like this--

And following her instincts, her first thought is to howl. A keening cry, in hopes that maybe one of her packmates would hear and respond. Any sort of response, so that she can at least know they're somewhere nearby.
TLDR: Ettie is in Dummy Ward. She is spooked by waking up without her pack, and is letting out a howl in hopes of getting a response.
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space

anna, annie
she/her
23
july 4
mauville city
bisexual
student
ex-head ranger
5'4 height
5'4 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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annalise doesn't remember falling asleep.[break][break]but she startles awake on hard ground, her vision fogging with her first ragged exhale. she sits up and feels the grooves of the mask on her face beneath her fingers, then comes the first wave of panic as she grips the sides of it and pulls at it to no avail. her hands move down to her throat, scrabbling over a TOXIC CHAIN that constricts tighter in response.
[break][break]what is this? she wonders, dropping her hands into her lap and raising her head. realization feels like ice in her veins despite the heat of her breath against her cheeks. a cot, a desk, dusty shafts of light filtering through iron bars — an echo of another time, now as resoundingly loud in her memories as her heartbeat sounds in her ears. [break][break]"no," she stands, suddenly feeling breathless. "no, no, no."[break][break]it's not real. had said that once, about the RKS simulation. it's the thread holding her together now, though it stretches thinner as she tests the sturdiness of the cell door. as she traces her hand along the wall to find a weakness. as she searches the cell for anything. [break][break]by the time she realizes she has a cellmate, the reality of the situation has eroded away every wall she has built up around her. [break][break]they meet again. and she is that same, scared girl again.


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ugly ward[break] wakes up and realizes she's in jail again + panics[break] continued in this thread: [break](comms tldr: theo says trustt me and we'll get out pookie and anna says im not trusting u u are crazy)


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Magnetic

The Galarian
He/Him
27
May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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howard slayte
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The prison cell floor tasted like shit.

Good for Howard, he hadn't eaten in days.

Correction, it tasted like mochi-flavored shit. That was marginally better than the prior deduction, because it meant that if Howard ever got hungry, he could lick the walls and dream of exotic foods as he slowly starved to death. As the admin rose from the floor, he felt the familiar weight of a mask.

That was fine. He was used to masks. His travels across the world had graced him with knowledge of various useless subjects that only mattered in highly specific situations. This would've been one of those, if it weren't for the magenta chain wrapped around his neck.

Having a chain wrapped around the neck was better than a rope, he supposed.

Wait? A chain?

"Oh, what the fuck!" Howard's voice rang out across the Dummy Ward, echoing as it was swallowed up other prisoners waking up for themselves. For all the work had put into chasing this chain, the Rocket Beast hadn't stopped it from choking Howard out on the floor of a cell in the middle of fuck-all-nowhere. "What's going on?"

He rattled the bars for a moment, before trying to take off the mask. It refused to budge. Wonderful.

"Hey! HEY!" Howard shouted at a Megalopolan guard who marched by his cell. The admin's eye widened as he recognized the enhanced alien. "I recognize you! I tried to kill you with pennies one time!"

The Megalopolan hissed at him, and jabbed the admin in the gut with its chain, causing the him to fall backwards towards the wall of his cell. This one was not a fan of SIGNATURE KILL: MURDER ROULETTE.

"Fucker. I thought we killed most of you. Is this Route 119?" The admin grunted as he scanned his cell, his eye adjusting to the darkness and the woman sitting in the cell with him.



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Kost

Dragon-hooded girl
she/her
20
August 10
Fallarbor Town, Hoenn
Asexual
Minor Gym Leader
Ace (Civilian)
5'11" (180 cm) height
5'11" (180 cm) height
I wanna become a Pokémon!
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Andrea Vaneau
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POSTED ON Apr 2, 2024 8:33:19 GMT
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Andrea gasped sharply, stirred by a nightmare, only to find herself in another one. “W-where am I?!” The young PokéManiac mumbled as her myopic eyes gradually adapted.
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She was locked up inside a dark, musty prison cell. Her face, masked. Her Pokéballs, gone. Her drip, no longer immaculate (i.e. her Sygna Suit had been replaced by a traditional yukata).
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“No… Nonononono…” Panic and hyperventilation were her two immediate reactions. What was going to happen to her? Well, that would depend on who her captors were, no?
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“Hello? Hello-o-o-o-o-o-o???” Her voice echoed across a dingy hallway. “Is this a Team Rocket facility? If it is, call and give him my name! It’s Andrea Vaneau! He’ll sort this misunderstanding out in no time!” Surely her good friend, who also happened to be an underboss, would never allow his grunts to touch her, right? Right?
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“If you’re with the League, then I wanna call my lawyer!” She did not actually have a lawyer, they just always used that line in movies and shows. “You have no right to keep me here! It’s unconstitutional! Pokémon don’t have to pay taxes, so why should I?”
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Her pleas and protests going unanswered, Andrea finally noticed that she had company within her confinement. “H-hi there…” She hesitantly greeted a masked , not knowing whether she was friend or foe yet.
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A familiar howl echoed throughout the mysterious ward, prompting the dragon fanatic to shuffle closer to the bars of her cell, hollering back. ?! Is that you, friend?”





NOTES


- Dummy ward[break]
- No Pokémon, no Sygna Suit[break]
- Does not recognize her cellmate yet[break]
- Hears 's howl and calls back to her[break]
- Andrea is being very loud. Feel free to overhear if you are in the dummy ward






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rosie
she / her
14
October 14
Vermilion City, Kanto
unknown
demolition expert
Civilian
But I still believe, someday this lie will set me free
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A MILLION MILES AWAY
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WHEN YOUR SKIES ARE GREY, AND YOUR WHOLE WORLD IS SHAKING
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[attr="class","nikki102"]TO THE MOON AND BACK, I'LL LOVE YOU MORE THAN THAT
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[attr="class","nikki109"]There's nothing more memorable than a searing heat that kisses the skin, hungry as the day it'd consumed all as it gorges on her dreams and leaves her empty -[break][break]

Dark. Her knees scrape against dark and dirtied floors. Shadows cling to sleeves that droop a little too low. It's as if she's bound by their presence, movement feeling oh so awkward as she tries to push herself into a more comfortable sitting position. Something's wrong, moreso than anything else about her situation. She can't see him, sense his presence at all.[break][break]

"Reiner?"[break][break]

Where is he? Choked by the chains around her neck, her voice only gets weaker when she doesn't get a response.[break][break]

Where is she?[break][break]

It's a bare and empty cell. No. Through the discomfort of warm breath against cold sweat, she sees another. Bigger than her, across the room. Unfamiliar. Her breath hitches, she swallows with a dry tongue. She can feel something wrapped tight around her neck. Nails attempt to slip under, wind up digging into flesh but her fingers will find no way to pry it off.[break][break]

The shadows that shuffle outside the cell seem familiar yet distorted. She can't piece it together, she feels her chest rapidly collapsing in on itself, her mind shutting down as the world goes cold.[break][break]

Reflect on your mistakes.[break][break]

The raking sensation of cracks upon her fingertips feel like such a luxury, a familiar weight embracing her like a dearest friend. And it whispers with a sickening kindness, yield or break.[break][break]

Tears are a privilege you no longer possess.
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Senpai

JoJo
She/Her
25
July 07
Ever Grande City
Homosexual
Theme Park Owner
Civilian
Single
170 CM height
170 CM height
A Beacon of Safety during times of War
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A familiar nausea clung tightly to her to her head as Johanna arose from a slumber she did not remember entering. The air she inhaled tasted disgusting and something warm and clammy clung to her face.

As she opened her eyes and realized she had been sleeping up against an unknown wall she felt panic set in. Her hands started to search for her Pokeballs, but she felt unfamiliar fabric against her touch instead and found neither Pokéballs, pockets or even accessories. Only something that upon closer inspection looked like a Kitakami attire.

This was not her bedroom nor was it anywhere she particularly remembered. It didn’t even look like a Rocket Jail cell, even those looked better than this. She took a deep inhalation even though the air made her want to puke, and calmed down the panic that she felt rising. She had trained for capture-situations like these as a grunt of Team Rocket, and finally it came in handy. If they expected her to break easily, they would be sorely disappointed. At least that was what she kept telling herself.

Around her she could hear fellow prisoners rising to the panic, some howling for help others for legal-rights. But Johanna stayed quiet, stayed put. If she wasn’t a problematic prisoner then whoever their warden was would surely feel disinclined to make an example of her. Still, it pained her to hear familiar voices like ’s fearfully calling for help. Even her cell-mate's voice sounded somewhat familiar, as if they had met at least once before.

Too bad the mask hid their identity.

“Hi.” She would reply with as much cheer as she could summon. They had to keep hope high. “So, Tax evasion, huh? Must’ve been some pretty hefty amount for them to send you straight to jail.” Johanna joked.

“Jokes aside. I do not think it is a good idea to cause too much of a ruckus at this point.” She tried to advise her cellmate, but she doubted a panicking person would heed it.

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- Johanna awakes
- Johanna stays put and tries to calm down.
- Johanna advises her cellmate to not cause a ruckus.


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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 woke up with a sudden groan, having been busy training with her Pokemon when she had recalled some kind of shape coming into the peripheral of her vision. Before any movement was made to identify what it was, she felt a sudden weight smack into the back of her head. She was out like a light before her body hit the ground.

"Ugh, my head..."

She woke up some time later, groggy and her head killing her. Although she had only really heard about what a hangover or migraine felt like from other people, it couldn't be that far away from what she felt right now. Her movements were slow and a bit deliberate, feeling her warm breath stuck inside of a mask of some kind. Hands felt along the visor as the outside world was shrouded in a black tint.

Speaking of world, she wasn't back home near Slateport anymore. No, Lucia was somewhere completely different. Gone were the trees and fields of grass, replaced entirely by the interior of some jail cell. One that barely fit two people while, though had enough room for her and another. But the next discovery was cause for alarm! She had been stripped of everything! Pokemon team, clothing, even her jacket! Instead, she wore a faded green kitakami!

"Wh-What's going on?" she asked nobody in particular. Her young and shrill voice bounced off of the walls. "Where am I? A-And where'd my stuff go?!"

Lucia tried to take the mask off of her face as she was starting to tear up now out of worry. She didn't know where she was or how she even got here. Nothing made sense! There were other people around, she could hear faint voices from in this weird room and other people. But as her hands fell onto the mask to slid it upwards, it wouldn't budge. Something was holding it in place, which only proved to scare her even more.

She tugged harder, fumbling to the floor as she tried to pry it off using her feet as leverage. Her efforts only proved to further cause the chain around her to tighten and constrict.

"PLEASE, SOMEBODY GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!!"

She whined and continued trying to pull at her mask, not noticing the person in the cell with her.

TL;DR:
- Located in the WEAKLING WARD
- Lucia woke up after being knocked out
- She's noticed that all of her stuff is missing, panics
- The mask on her face won't come off, is panicking even more
- Screams for help!



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The Devourer
he / him
36
January 8
Lavender Town, Kanto
heterosexual
hitman
rocket beast
nenet nzingha
starstruck ✨
6'3" / 190 cm height
6'3" / 190 cm height
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
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Zev woke with a start and immediately winced as a throbbing pain shot through his head. Feeling somewhat sluggish and groggy, he pushed off the hard, cold floor— [break][break]

What? [break][break]

Adrenaline surged through him, dulling his headache and sharpening his senses. His vision fogged, and he realized with a jolt that he was peering out through a shaded visor. [break][break]

His hands flew to his head, running over the grooves of the mask over his face. Without a second thought, he tried to remove it, then choked hard as something strong and fleshy tightened around his throat, stopping him. [break][break]

What the fuck?! [break][break]

Feeling along the thick rope, Zev managed to twist the object so he could peer at it through his limited vision. A Toxic Chain. He recognized the shape from the report submitted by . Easy enough to remove, Zev thought as he willed the crystals in his body to come to the surface. [break][break]

The Toxic Chain constricted to painful levels, jarring him violently. He curled up against the floor, gasping for breath, until eventually the coil loosened around his neck. [break][break]

Then he tried again, focusing hard on the mental image of his fingers turning into wicked, razor-sharp claws. [break][break]

The Chain tightened once more, crushing his windpipe. Stars burst in his vision. The agony lasted longer that time, finally relenting as he felt himself on the edge of passing out. [break][break]

Zev staggered to his feet, his alarm transforming into an escalating fury. Only then did he notice that he was wearing unfamiliar clothes, that he wasn't carrying any Pokéballs or weapons or tools. And when he mentally sought the psychic bond between himself and Necrozma, he felt the Toxic Chain begin to tighten once more. [break][break]

He lunged at the bars of his cell. "You!" he snarled at the nearest Megalopolan guard, every muscle tense with rage, his entire body seething. "Open this fucking door, right now!" [break][break]

The guard merely sneered, wordlessly taunting him from outside the cage. [break][break]

Zev's wrath spiked higher. Grasping the bars, he imagined himself ripping them apart and beating the guard to death with them. [break][break]

"I swear, when I get out of here, I'm going to rip your face off with my bare hands and force you to eat it!" he shouted at the alien. His voice rang through the prison, echoing off the stone.



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– Zev tries to use his Avatar powers but keeps getting almost choked out, is pissed, and is yelling extremely violent threats at the Megalopolan guards.


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Tea
She/Her
Eighteen
April 14th
Slateport City
Bisexual
Student (Private School)
Trainer
Cutesy & Strength
Walk Hand in Hand
5'6" / 170cm height
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CW: Claustrophobia being triggered[break][break]

Thea's counsciousness faintly returned to her body. The cold feeling the cell provided wasn't enough to snap her awake right away, as she was still too groggy to actually assess what was happening. Still, if the cold wasn't enough to wake her up, the strong pang of pain in her head did. "Ow..." She winced, holding her head with teeth gritting, shaking her head lightly before struggling to sit.[break][break]

After a moment, her eyes were set on two other people that were knocked out. Affliction struck her chest, and she rushed to them, even if her body asked her to calm down. "Hey... Hey, are you two okay?" She asked, gently nudging their arms. Their bodies and hairs were familiar, but she couldn't be fully sure with those masks covering their faces... In fact, as soon as she noticed they had it on them, Thea reached for her own face only to meet the hard surface of the mask. "... Wh..." She could hear voices coming from the walls, which prompted her to notice the place she was.[break][break]

Her body froze, realizing that they were stuck in a small room. No... A small cell.[break][break]

Thea swallowed, finally noticing the chain that tightly embraced her neck. She reached for it, touching it and trying to pull it off along with the mask... But to no avail. Her eyes quickly darted around, struggling to see any way out. No windows, no nothing, the only 'exit' was the bars that locked them in, but even then the exit was to nowhere.[break][break]

Another swallow, and Thea's breathing slowly turned erratic. She struggled to remove her neck and face bindings once again before giving up and running straight against the bars, frantically shaking them in a desperate attempt to open them. "Please... Please..!" She pleaded breathlessly, trying to pull and push the bars, and even going as far as thrusting her arms out and trying to force her head out of the cell, as if she could try to squeeze between the bars or phase through by some miracle.[break][break]

But there was no miracle, only futile squirming.[break][break]

Feeling suffocated, and certainly not because of the chains, Thea turned away and looked into the room. Her legs, trembling and now feeling weak, failed her and sent her straight to the ground as she squeezed her back tightly against the bars. "N-No..." Her eyes blurred, tears began rolling down under the mask as she felt like the room was becoming more narrow, and the ceiling was going down to inevitably crush her. She had even forgotten about her cellmates at that point, curling and shrinking to the edge of the room, holding her head tightly while pressing her face against her knees.[break][break]

There was no way out, there was no exit, the walls... the ceiling... they were going to get her. There was no hope, it was almost as... Almost as if...[break][break]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"[break][break]

Every breath Thea was holding was released in a deafening and horrified scream, and her fingers sank deep into her hair as her emotions swang sharply between denial and fear.[break][break]




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  • Waking up from the knock out (Dummy Ward)

  • Nudging nearby cellmates

  • Realizing where she is, and Claustrophobia setting off



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pokemom / matilda
feminine
thirty
june 7th
lilycove city
bisexual
ranger / daycare asst.
cadet / nurse
hide my face
in tongues i taste
5'11" height
5'11" height
never grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be.
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If waking up sickly inside the slammer wasn't bad enough, it appeared Petra would have to share her misery with another...whoever the hell they were. Which begged the question - why the mask and chain? After inspecting herself some as well as the stranger, it appeared they both had one fixated upon their visage.
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Oh, and apparently whoever else was in this place! She could make out their desperate protest reverberating throughout the chamber. At least we're not alone. That was always a good sign, wasn't it?
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Though upon realizing even her clothes had changed, there's a lot more she's left to ponder - even before any discussion with her cellmate. Like who stripped her where were here pokeballs and holster? She hoped for an answer soon. Also, what was that noise?
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"Hey, you..." Petra whispers, that nobody would hear their exchange.
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nothing... just hanging around w/ the celly


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cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
single
5'3'' height
5'3'' height
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Cass jolts awake from her uncomfortable environments as someone shook her. "Hmm?" The first thing she feels is her body aching, before she notices the mask on her face. Immediately, she reaches for her neck - a chain. However, she doesn't have much time to realise much else, as she's spotting familiar blonde hair - she'd never mistake that - and then also familiar black hair with her. So, Thea and Knight are with her in this cell.

The realisation of being in a cell dawns just at the time as Thea screams, and Cass immediately lunges forward, wrapping her masked friend - it has to be her - in her arms, tightly. "Thea," she says, her voice firm, "I've got you. I'm here with you. It's fine. I'll protect you. We will," she says, glancing over at Knight, hoping he'd be alright, too.

The situation is terrifying, but right now, there's no room for this thought. Just cradling Thea with gentle, frantic movements, trying her best not to think. If she would, she'd, too, lose her mind, and she can't have that right now.

Not when she's slowly noticing that her pokéballs are gone, too, and she starts getting sick with worry about those that were out of her reach completely.


tl;dr waking up, comforting thea and trying not to panic
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