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Cass halted Thea from taking a shard, and her eyes met her friend's for a couple seconds. Deciding to trust her judgement. She was right, this wasn't time to try to do anything hasty. Slipping a sigh, she returned to work.[break][break]

Thea grew as quiet as Cass and Knight were during the work that just wasn't monotonous because of the constant threat before them. At some point, Thea noticed a little girl working, and being treated by a kind man. When Thea was a little further from her friends and the girl was alone, she scooted closer to talk to a little girl called Eris. That conversation eventually broke apart, with Thea learning more about her, and trying to give her some reassurance.[break][break]

It was horrifying to know such a young girl was stuck there, with them. But that was far from the only horrifying thing going on at that place... Especially when the display of pure violence crossed Thea's sight. She felt breathless while witnessing it, only not losing her mind because of Cass' tight hold, that made her snap back to reality and shift her gaze to Knight. She was honestly surprised by her cousin's mental strength, but also thankful that overall, it seemed he kept a good head on his shoulders.[break][break]

However... As soon as she noticed who was the one being punished, her eyes opened widely. It was that man, the one who was taking care of the little girl— Her eyes quickly drifted to Eris, and after a tug, she gently excused herself from her friend's hold, hurrying toward the little girl, regardless if she has rushed all the way to the cells or if she was standing in shock. Thea would try and take a hold of the girl's shoulders, hoping to face her and keep her attention. "Eris... H-He will be fine. We will be fine." She swallowed, forcing herself to not look toward the cells. "We need to keep going... So we can save him... Or do something for him later." Thea said, looking at Eris, and eventually standing. If the girl agreed, she would take Eris with her, closer to her friend and her cousin, but not before looking at the man's state while feeling a pit on her stomach. Why she couldn't think of a way to help them?[break][break]

Her lips pursed, and her eyes glanced up to yet another horrifying display of Pokéballs being crushed. Her eyes averted, tears forming in them as she hurried her steps closer to Cass and grabbing her hand tightly, while having her other hand on Eris' if she had followed her. "... Th-Thanks for stopping me." She whispered to Cass, squeezing her hand, and glancing at her cousin while another humiliating moment was brought to them.[break][break]

To trust... or to forsake? Thea's lips curled, and she looked at her friends. "They really want to break us all apart..." Their enemies knew they were stronger together, even in that pitiful situation. It was only a matter of time until tables were turned.[break][break]

Trust felt like an obvious answer for Thea, but she didn't judge those who decided to forsake. After such a mindbreaking process, it was only natural everyone's judgements would be clouded. "... TRUST!" She exclaimed firmly, trying to hold onto any determination she had left. Trying to say it not only to her captors, but to everyone around her. They needed to trust one another.[break][break]




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  • Witness the violence horrified.

  • Reached for Eris, and tried to bring her closer to herself and her friends. (Myria allowed and will respond in their post!)

  • Returned to Cass and Knight. Thanked Cass for stopping her earlier.

  • Voted to TRUST, and exclaimed it firmly in attempt to subtly convince everyone to trust others and themselves.




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[attr="class","oocnotes"]> WEAK WARD[break][break]Ongoing Comms Thread[break][break]✦ Nomi votes to FORSAKE



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The defiant were punished swiftly and harshly. Nomi watched one man in particular get beaten within an inch of his life - but only when he cried out in anguish as they crushed one of his Pokeballs, did she recognize him.[break][break]
Hadn't suffered enough? The loss of a limb seemed to pale in comparison to the loss of a treasured companion. Nomi shivered, trying not to imagine it being Valerian...or Kallistatus...to lose them like that...[break][break]
"Such needless cruelty," she murmured, forcing a neutral tone. She would rely on the scientific part of her brain - the part that observed the world with a cold, detached scrutiny - to stave off despair, as was her way.[break][break]
She inched closer to as the Megalopolians relayed their next set of sharp-toothed instructions.[break][break]
The prisoner's dilemma. Of course.[break][break]
"Forsake is the most logical choice," she quickly concluded, whispering softly for only Greyson to hear. "We cannot know for certain if there are truly other wards - or if this is merely another psychological torture tactic - but assuming this dummy ward is full of other prisoners, then we should choose the option that gives us the highest chance of receiving zero punishment."[break][break]
It would be a false reward, she knew. She was starting to understand this place - their captors, specifically - and one thing had begun to reveal itself, as clearly as the glittering Tera Crystals winking down at them from the ceiling: this was a game. An awful one, but there were win conditions all the same.[break][break]
They might not earn a respite, but they could perhaps gain something more valuable in the long run: respect.[break][break]
"It is a coin flip, Greyson. And whether we like it or not, this place rewards the ruthless."[break][break]
And if Parker is in that other ward?[break][break]
Well, then Parker would have to do what she did best: fight. And if there was one thing Nomi would always trust, it was Parker's resilience. Her willingness to be ruthless. She was the strong one.
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Teary eyes existed as dull remnants of the lives she, amongst all the others, was left to leave behind in the wake of coming to this place against their will. Words were exchanged with , shakily hushed by the hope to emerge from the final chrysalis; they led her to exist in a somber demeanor as if she were to grieve. In the end, seeing one whom she had screamed into the cosmos for was enough to twist the blade in her heart, save the bleeding- and her wildest dreamscapes were tainted with the black that there could only be more who would etch all the same.[break][break]

"If that's them all," her voice trailed out in response to 's counting and observation, softly, hidden by the mask that cloaked the cascade, ".. a caesar salad.. could be it, soon, Pamplemousse.." Talking in code was an unfamiliarity, at least, other than the abbreviations and allusions that existed within the use of social media. Only, she could not recall if what happened to the royal named caesar was fictitious or truly existed in the long-forgotten past of the world that existed on the outside of their rotted confines.[break][break]

And her hands had already been stained far too crimson for her liking, scrubbed clean, but left raw. She could not tell if the toxic chain or her instincts of survival screamed louder, encouraging bloodlust as a means to preserve more- like mental warfare.[break][break]

Jumping at the loud cry that escaped the lips of the accursed monkey, the trauma of the final encounter she had with her father and the blade that once rested within his palms led her to shakily back up to recluse further. She lingered between the center of the room and the cell she and Pamplemousse shared- and of course, her efforts to satisfy were not enough. How ever could they be, when the onlookers and the chain breathers sought to toy and play with all the others as if they were omnipotent beings?[break][break]

But hearing that she may have been subject to punishment for 'misconduct' cut her paranoid heart sharper, twisting the blade deeper. Perhaps it was a syllable that should have been left unspoken.. but it was not her. It was all the others she sought to avoid placing faces to; they now had been deprived of existing in her mind without characteristics, they had been tugged upward by the toxic noose. They had been thieves of the materials, the very materials that she had considered pocketing for a better chance, too. But how did their eyes wander that far, able to see so much?[break][break]

"Oh no.. oh no," her eyes widened in shock, ".. An.." She cut herself off with a forcible gulp.[break][break]

The voice matched the vibrant hair- it was up there, and yet, all she could do was watch. Her hand twitched as she reached forward into empty air, wishing, wanting to do something.. but to defy them would deprive her of the life she wished to attain. The world she wished to attain, that where daisies glistened in tandem with the love that filled the air.[break][break]

Mulching the filled pokeballs with the swings of the hammers twisted the blade, too. Empathy was something that she considered to be a deity of its own; she hoped they would not deprive her of it like they wished to do with all the rest. To get to the place where the companions of many were stored.. that would be the place to stab those that acted like kings. But did that mean.. that the beloved blossoms of her own, her own blooms, were being stored there, too?[break][break]

That, alongside the explicit games that the warden wished to play, made the blade that stung in her heart exist no longer. But hearing that some of those who donned twin masks of her own were so quick to forsake the nameless, faceless ones said to exist in other chambers made it feel as if her soul had flung out her body and back in time and time again. It brought upon a catalyst for vitriol- her cheeks reddened behind the mask, decorated by teeth that had been born like a Liepard's.[break][break]

"If you vote forsake.. you are a fucking serpent..!"

Her eyes led her to those that she believed to bear snake's teeth- , . They were all the more deserving of her bitter vitriol- they were willing to indulge in selfishness, but her mind went to what would occur if an upper hand would ever be granted. Would they expect to hide behind their masks in the eyes of those they wished to condemn for their freedom, or those who were made to witness the soul-sap of their peers? Would the toxic chain take their selfishness and emulsify it like it did their deepest desires back in the swamps?[break][break]

"You would deprive us all of purgatory," she sniffled, speaking from the chest to project the discordance that existed in the inside, ".. all to experience heaven.. while the mirrored hearts of ours would experience hell..?"[break][break]

She feared her spout would catch the eyes of the toxic chain, too; it was unafraid to take her wish to don a crown of veneration and bring her to attempt the slaughter of the one she loved. Yet, it all boiled out like a fairy kettle heated far hotter than it could handle.[break][break]

"You make me sick. Anyone who does not vote to TRUST should not be given the grace of being trusted in the heart," she shook, wavering back and forth within a psychedelic pace of pain, ".. or the grace of being trusted in the world after the chrysalis has slit..! Play your little death game.. but I will remember."[break][break]

Eyes bouncing around the room at rapid fire, hands grasping both sides of her skull as she grappled with the shock of some's selfishness, she sought to know who already had toxicity running through their veins prior to their arrival. Those whose eyes wandered all the same as those who bore their teeth at those she loved back when the toxic chain had first emerged.[break][break]

"I vote TRUST for those I love," she spoke to the warden as her eyes wandered some more, meeting those that she ultimately trusted within the chamber, ".. and those I could."


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(cc: @ whole ahh dummy ward)[break][break]
DUMMY WARD ♡[break]
♡ listens to 's observation, tries to sneakily say/imply that with there only being five guards everyone could maybe pull a julius ceasar and get to stabbing with an organized effort. ♡[break]
♡ kinda a yikes tho bc she doesn't wanna kill again.. ♡[break]
♡ jumps at munki concluding work and backs up from circle. but damn, she lost even tho she tried so hard? she sad LOOL. ♡[break]
♡ scared for a sec she's gonna get punishment.. but nope she lucky! ♡[break]
♡ but watching it hurts regardless. and she notices andrea. ♡[break]
♡ but then the vote.. out of body experience atp. ♡[break]
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VOTES TRUST ♡[break]

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“We really ought to just meet on an occasion without lives on the line.”

Boy, wasn't that the truth? It almost seemed like every time she ran into Violet was in some sort of damn near fatal incident. Be it the cloud, the incident with the rusted shield, or even here, it almost felt like they were magnetically drawn to each other during those events. Even the dance they were at together went awry, though that was her own falt for inviting Violet to that event.

“That being said, we should focus on work. They probably don’t want to police everything, but we should not take any chances.”

Between both seeing Violet and Kyrenai, the latter of who ruffled her hair a bit as if to pet her, Elaine could not help but feel some sense of relief. Sure, there was the downside of two people being close to her having to face danger. Sure, she agonized over that reality, but the fact that they were here with her gave her some sense of hope. It was a small light, but a light nonetheless.

After taking the dynite shard she was given, she placed it back in one of the nearby crates before beckoning Ever over to the newly formed group.




"So, it really did come to bite them all back in the end." Elaine sighed. She had come this close to joining the punished. Her eyes once again trailed back to the corpse left behind. She had come this close to pulling out ribs and sternum and fashioning knives out of them. It would have been a great weapon set, but it was clear at this point that she would never have been able to keep it. At this point, keeping an eye on those she did catch attempting to smuggle something was the right call.

Which led them back to square one. Though at this stage, one could say they were driven further behind square one.

One from their ward had felt the sting of the same kind of extreme violence that the corpse had. The corpse had been discarded meaning there was nothing left to salvage.

Those who had smuggled (and in all likelihood, every one had been caught) had even lost a Pokemon in such horridly gruesome ways. The squelching that she heard each time after a Pokeball was crushed rang in her ears each time their captives brought the hammer.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

They were confined there with no way out. They were separated from their Pokemon and their lives were just as much on the chopping block if they didn't comply with their captors.

Elaine clenched her fist. She grit her teeth.

That was it?

"And at the end of it all, they toss us a Prisoner's Dilemma."

Each part of this was specifically crafted to break them in one way or another. This was no different.

"We can't let ourselves fall victim this easily."

Such was the declaration she made to nobody in particular. The logical choice in this situation was probably to Forsake the other group.

But doing so would simply play into their game. To forsake the other group would simply be another piece of leverage they can use to break us further. That is why...

"I choose to TRUST."

The light of hope had not left Elaine's soul just yet. So there was no way she would be giving in to the cruelty of their game that easily.

"For the time being, though." She was glad to hear that her cellmate had chosen trust as well, and for far more altruistic reasons than her. Were it not for the mask, she would have smiled at him. "Let's make sure to watch each others' backs."



TL;DR:
  • Weakling Ward
  • Elaine reunites with people she knew and loved
  • Observes the carnage, but says little else
  • Votes to TRUST as one of the acts of defiance left to her
  • Attempts to maintain a group of allies with Violet, Kyrenai, and Ever.



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she realized her cellmate wasn’t moving much, eyeing him as she remembered the way he’d ducked under the table from her.[break][break]

before she could try a second time to ask his name, the megalopolan guard’s voice cut through the air with bad news. the man next to her was hoisted into the air with others.[break][break]

the way the tera crystal suddenly became a screen was startling. were they in area zero? did it have something to do with the dark triad?[break][break]

who was looking back?[break][break]

as the pokemon were crushed, she watched on numbly, reminded of years ago when her own pokemon had been murdered for revenge. the pain in her cellmate’s scream was familiar as it rang out through the ward with life and despair.[break][break]

the thieves were dropped. she looked around briefly before going over to the unfortunate individual chained to her cell’s bars.[break][break]

while she thought him surely an idiot and perhaps a danger to them all, she also recalled how bonding with her cellmate had made things easier at wedgehurst. they’d looked out for one another.[break][break]

her stare lingered on him as their options were presented. not having seen the beast since he’d been so badly burned, she never shared the recognition that occurred to some of the others watching him. in a war torn region ravaged by divided gods, he could have been anyone. whoever he was, he would likely not survive more ‘brutal and dangerous’ punishment.[break][break]

others voted first. she heard ’s choice. then, to her surprise, she heard ’s voice too — and then the name that left her lips. was it ? she refrained from looking over.[break][break]

she was surprised by nomi’s answer, but the visionary had often taken different paths.[break][break]

”trust.”[break][break]

it was not just for the man chained next to her, though. it meant sure survival — if their captors were being honest.[break][break]

she then knelt down next to her cellmate. again, she encouraged him to look useful, speaking low next to him.[break][break]

”trust or forsake? they just heard you scream. you better answer them. wake up.”[break][break]

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Vio
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21
September 7
MAUVILLE CITY, HOENN
Bi
Spectra Trainee
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Elaine
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Violet Fairbanks
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Ah, good. Her cellmate was playing along, as was Elaine. That would serve them well enough. For the time being, that was. They needed to figure out the peculiars, not necessarily what was happening here to begin with. Because Violet had already collected enough data to at least think she had figured that out, at least to an extent.
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Though her suspicions were already being validated by what came next. Not necessarily the punishment of those that had tried to steal. That, in and of itself, was logical. If someone was stealing from you, then you had to expect punishment for that. Her time in Rocket, along with her upbringing, helped her with being able to watch what was happening without being impacted too much, though she once again thanked the mask to hide away her face in these moments. After all, she had to put a serious effort to not wince but watch it all, but doing so would have made her look incredibly uncaring. She could tell as much.
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But as was, she simply watched, mostly motionless, and let her training take over. Both parts of it. Having been brought up in a ranger family in the mountains meant that she had witnessed Pokemon being put down that were beyond saving – or too violent. Sometimes, that had just been necessary. Her father, wanting both his children to succeed them, had never spared them that sight.
[break][break]

So, why, exactly, did these People do that? It wasn’t like they were making a secret of the purpose of this all. This was not a work camp built to produce results, this was a prison made to punish those in it. Karmic fates they called it, right? That was why they saw no issue beating up their labour or even kill them. If they wanted this ore processed, a conveyor belt and hammering work would ironically be much more productive. No, that was a nice by-product maybe. The malice was the point here.[break][break]

Hence, it struck her as so odd that these killings happened in such a….sanitized way. A Pokeball was being smashed and a Pokemon being shown. Judging by the reactions of the people hoisted up, the correct ones. But…if they truly wanted them punished, why give them even the possibility of thinking their partners were not actually in that ball? She could not be the only one picking up on that.[break][break]


These people did not exactly need to keep up a PG-Rating on their prison broadcast, so what gave? There was a chance that this was done so for the Pokemon's sake, of course. They talked about setting them free. But if they cared enough about the Pokemon to do that, they would have no reason to actually kill them, either. If you wanted to spare someone pain but had no reason to actually inflict it, why inflict a lesser pain on them than none at all?[break]
And then, of course, it was followed up by what Elaine correctly identified as a prisoner’s dilemma. Only it wasn’t quite as simple. This was just the first day of work, after all. Hence, this was iterated. The textbook answer to this, as outlined during the studies she had taken to at least pretend to be an university student as a cover, was that the dominant strategy in a normal game was to betray, in the iterated form to cooperate until the other side did not, then punish that with betrayal.
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Honestly, she had no idea if the people around her voted trust so often because they knew the latter or did not know the former. She got the general feeling that her vote did not necessarily matter much, given the voices she had already heard. But then again, it probably did not to begin with. There was one thing that differentiated this from an actual prisoner’s dilemma, after all. That all was based on the desire to obtain information on a crime, in its simplest depiction.
[break][break]

But these people did not need them to actually vote to forsake to gain anything. They wanted them to, yes. Yet, there was absolutely nothing stopping them from just telling them that the other ward in question had voted to forsake, immediately shattering the strategy in twain. Their goal was to have them vote forsake, she reasoned. The real test here was not to see what the ward as a whole would do, but each individual. Voting to trust just meant that you needed more punishment, individually, than voting to forsake.
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Plus, she just wanted to see if there would be any difference if she disagreed with the majority here. Hence, after some thought and prodding to finally speak up, she simply said only one thing: “Forsake.”
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Dewford Town
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Trainer
Cadet
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Noel watches in horror as one by one a Pokeball is utterly crushed into a hundred tiny pieces, all in view by everyone in his ward. Over and over again would the sound of flesh, squished by their mallets, permeate all throughout the room, with no choice but to endure the terrifying noise. He was lucky that they didn't choose him.[break][break]

No... That wasn't the right way to think about this whole situation. These monsters are tormenting everyone, all for what? Their own pleasure? And now even worse, they want everyone to partake in their sick and twisted game. They needed to be stopped. He just had to find the right moment to make his move. For now, he has no choice but to comply, from the beginning, his mind was set on his answer.[break][break]

He firmly believed that the majority of people were good. If they all thought the same way he did, then choosing Trust was the surefire way for everyone to survive whatever ordeal they had planned for everyone.[break][break]

To protect. That's what he swore to do, and he wouldn't allow anyone to get hurt any longer.[break][break]

"I choose to trust everyone, even if don't know who they are or can't see them."[break][break]

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Twenty-Six
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Elite Four
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One-by-one he watches the Pokéballs cross the screen, each getting smashed in a display that, while lacking in carnage, emphasized the brutality to which their captors would go.

Each needless death only instigates him further, compounding atop their failure to meet the highest quota, until he's nearly snarling beneath his mask.

When Nomi offers his advice, Greyson doesn't take long to chew on it before he spits it out entirely.

"Logic doesn't exist here." He hisses in a low voice. "People are inheritantly selfish and cruel — not even you can be too naïve to see that."

This was a simple case of Risk Analysis. The safest, and most likely option, would be for both wards to take a punishment. Trust a group of strangers to look out for his interest? It simply made no sense.

"Trust." He voices, head turning to survey the others. He couldn't recognize anyone, at least at first, but the voice, the height, and the hair of a woman nearby screamed .

At least there was more than two capable people here.




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gunsmile

The Devourer
he / him
36
January 8
Lavender Town, Kanto
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general of war
god general
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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A quick movement across the cold floor caught Zev's eye. He raised his gaze just as another masked prisoner knelt down beside him—one who happened to know his last name. His eyes narrowed, but only for a moment. [break][break]

"Delaney?" Zev hissed back, surprised. If was there, then how many other members of Team Rocket had been captured? And how many of them were upper brass? The Beast scanned the congregation with this revelation in mind, trying to identify others he knew. [break][break]

At that moment, their warden called for a stop to the work. The Megalopolan spokesperson declared that the Never-Rot, whatever it was, had chosen to reward their ward for good behavior. Zev allowed himself to relax, but only by a fraction. [break][break]

The Tera Crystals embedded into the ceiling glimmered, reflecting two other locations with their own prisoners. He watched the televised violence with clinical detachment. Leaning toward , he surreptitiously squeezed her hand in a gesture of praise. [break][break]

"Smart thinking earlier," he whispered to her as hammers smashed Pokéballs into countless broken pieces. [break][break]

Someone shouted for the prisoners of the Ugly Ward to come to the center. In the shuffle, Zev found himself between Nenet and another woman (). Their Toxic Chains fused together, forcing them into a line. [break][break]

When it was time to vote, voices rose up all around him. He recognized some of them at once: with the feverish idiocy, and , and . A couple people he didn't recognize declared their objection to voting ( and ), prompting him to scowl at them from behind his mask. [break][break]

"Idiots," he said, his tone harsh and cold. "If you think abstaining or voting for yourselves is going to achieve anything, you might as well kill yourselves now with your own hands. You're a waste of breath and space, and we don't need the likes of you to fuck us over." [break][break]

Turning his head, he looked the bird Pokémon in the eye. [break][break]

"Dummy, Weakling—they're all the same to me, so I vote for DUMMY."



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– Recognizes some people, but not others. Yells at the non-voters for being stupid.[break]
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Magnetic

Admin Fox
He/Him
28
May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.
Single
5'9 (with hat) height
5'9 (with hat) height
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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Words were wind, and actions were nothing more than words put into existence.

That's why Howard's mockery was disregarded. No, not mockery. An observation. He understood this prison for the farce that it truly was. A twisted game, born from the sheer desire to watch them squirm. A desperate final gamble to cripple the region and scramble back home to a godless hole where no light would ever shine again.

They were all here because this was the final push from the Megalopolan threat. The last pocket of resistance. The rest of their people were either dead, gone, or imprisoned. There was no Velmos here to lead them. No Smohke to give direction. Philomera sat dead and buried under a thousand tons of rubble.

This was all there would ever be. That's why the Megalopolans laughed. To them, it didn't matter. Whether they won or lost, this would be the final play.

The screen on the Tera Crystals flickered on. What came next was what Howard expected, punishment. They were in a prison. Misconduct would be accepted. This was no game to be played, and to call it one made these tribulations into a solemn mockery. Why were people stealing? Idiocy? Desperation?

This ward was living up to its name. Everyone here was a fool. This was the defeat of human intellect. Their vision was weak, their limbs frail, and their knowledge stagnant. Rather than acknowledge the situation, people raged against it. Thus, they were punished.

"Idiots." Howard watched as a Megalopolan went into a cell and recovered a shard. "Rebelling achieves nothing."

Yet still, the Pokeballs smashing against hammers did not feel real, even as people screamed and wept. Viscera fell from the ward above. The flesh of dead Pokémon, raining down on them? It did not matter. What mattered was what came next.

A loud thud came through the Tera Crystal screen as an antique Pokeball was set in the bowl. Immediately, the admin froze. He recognized the Pokeball immediately. He was, after all, the only one with it. There was no need for him to be singled out. He would recognize a Hisuian masterwork, reforged by months prior.

"No. Wait! Stop!" Howard's voice grew from that of a spectator to participant. "I take it back! I'm sorry! I'll be good!"

The hammer rose. The admin lunged towards the monkey and the screen. The Toxic Chain grew taut as he did so, refusing to give an inch of slack.

"STOP, THAT'S MINE! YOU CAN'T DO THI—" They could. This was the divine right of those who held power. "PLEASE! THAT'S MY—"

Bear? Artifact? Pokémon? Friend? Doug had saved him and others on Route 119, but the admin was helpless to do anything now. He fell forward as the Toxic Chain began to choke him.

"▂▂▃▃▅▅ーーー!!" Howard crawled forward, his face blue despite the mask hiding it. Asphyxiation mixed with screaming to create an unholy choir. "▅▅ーーー!!"

The hammer went down. A meaty crunch filled the room. From the Ugly Ward above, more viscera came down. Instead of seeing the corpses of prisoners, Howard saw only the corpse of a bear.

Gone. 's connection to Hisui. 's masterpiece. 's friend. Howard's ■■■■■■■■. Gone. Shock set in. Howard would've screamed if he could. The Toxic Chain relaxed as the admin stopped resisting.

"I..."

Nothing mattered anymore. Tears would come later. There was no time to process, for there was another game to play.

"I..."

It was like the color had been stripped from his life.

"I..."

and his rational plan were ignored. It didn't matter, anyway. Doug didn't matter, anyway. It was just a bear, after all. If anything, the ball was the greater loss. It held so much value as an artifact, wherein the bear had none. It was a life, and the flesh was oh so weak.

It did not matter. A ward away, suffered as he did. In this, the two were united. In a sense, that did not matter either.

Nothing did. It was just a bear, just as the other ward was just a nameless group. They were just lives.

Expendable. It did not matter. It did not. It was best to keep his head down and work. He had spoken, and had been punished appropriately. When the admin spoke, his voice was bruised and raw, a rough gravel.

"Forsake."


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Literally coping and sneeding
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anna
she/her
24
july 4
mauville city
bisexual
ranger
captain
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in numb acquiescence, annalise approaches the center. she should be relieved, hopeful, but her uncertainty turns everything to ash in her mouth. she holds her hand out to as commanded, denying herself the insult of snatching her hand away as his hand smooths over her own. instead, behind the privacy of her mask, she allows her expression to sour with disgust. [break][break]another man ( ) takes her free hand. she turns her head just enough to peer at him through the edge of her visor. he cuts a tall, intimidating figure beside her. rocket, she assumes immediately, furtively checking to see if the underboss on the other side of her acknowledges him. [break][break]her attention divides between the tera crystal display overhead and the dissonance in the prisoners around her. a man — , she realizes after a chillingly familiar voice speaks out against him — votes for them. is in her ear, telling her to ignore the rabble, but she scarcely hears him as she zeroes in on 's voice among the voters. [break][break]it's a small comfort to know she has allies here. she just has to get over to her, somehow — [break][break]pain pulls her away from the thought, squarely grounding her next to theo as he votes. his hand grasps hers, squeezing hard enough to elicit a small, pained sound out of her. [break][break]she has to vote with him, with them. anything else just creates enemies in this ward and in the others at this point. there will be a time to fight back, she hopes, but for now she lets the current take her. overhead, amidst moral arguments between ugly ward prisoners, votes from the other wards come in beat by beat. [break][break]he only says one word, but she cranes to look up at the screens. she could recognize anywhere. his voice, his mannerisms, his goodness wrapped neatly in his TRUST vote. [break][break]seeing him gives her the conviction to condemn the others. [break][break]"dummy ward," she votes, falling in line with the rest.


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holds hands with and (she is not happy but i am)[break] recognizes , (by name), (somewhat) [break] thinks not voting for dummy/weakling will just make all wards mald at you atp[break] sees in weakling ward which means goodbye dummy ward[break]• votes dummy ward[break]


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jack
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twenty-six
august 12
Hulbury
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travel blogger
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Jack wanted to look away as one of the other prisoners was smashed against the ground like a rag doll in a child's tantrum. Like a worm boring into an apple, the suspicion that the battered man might be ate into his heart. Torn between rushing to his friend's aid and avoiding notice, it only took one look at Diamandis for Pamplemousse to win out. The movements of her body, her whispered words. Someone she recognized was here too and she was hurting.[break][break]

As the screen flickered on to show the strange technological room, Pamplemousse turned his attention there. He focused on the details, holding them tight in his mind even as his stomach churned and he yearned to look away from the murders of innocent pokemon. He could feel the hatred burning hotter with each successive pokeball, but the shock of the gigaton ball and the image of the Bloodmoon Ursaluna they had found those months in the swamp shocked him completely. Others from that expedition were here. Their pokemon were here.[break][break]

"Strength, Diamandis. We have more friends to save now," Pamplemousse whispered to his cellmate. He shifted slightly toward her, brushing his arm against hers unobtrusively, hoping the gesture would provide reassurance as he whispered an updated count of the guards, "Ten now."[break][break]

Pamplemousse listened impassively at the speeches others gave, sifting through the exhortations and pleadings of the other prisoners. His mind rushed back to the simulated battle atop that tower, to the conversation Jack and had about Truth and Ideals. Perhaps to forsake the other ward was true and logical, but it was so far from his ideals that Jack grew sick thinking of it. He nodded as Diamandis excoriated those who would forsake the others for their own benefit.[break][break]

Jack had thought that she spoke the ravings of a mad woman, but Pamplemousse was coming to believe that it was the madness of a prophet - one of those women who inhaled volcanic steam to see the secrets of the universe. When an opening came to speak, he pitched his voice low.[break][break]

"I cast my vote to --" Pamplemousse started in a rough, scratchy tone to disguise his voice. As he spoke, the cruel Munkidori jabbed a finger into his ribs, his final word coming out in a loud exhale that was clearly Jack, "-- Trust."

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dummy ward[break]
voting trust[break]
– Jack suspects one of the punished prisoners is Isaac and wants to help him, but keeps his cover.[break]
– Jack/Pamplemousse tries to be a steady support to Desiree/Diamandis now that he thinks one of her loved ones is imprisoned with them.[break]
– Munkidori pokes Jack in the ribs while he is casting his vote, causing him to mess up his disguised voice on the final word. People Jack is close with may recognize it as his voice if they heard him (, , , ).




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Master of Faster
He/Him
25
December 12
Goldenrod, Johto
Straight
Mauville Gym Leader
Champion
Single; Not Looking
6'1" height
6'1" height
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So much for trying to use the sharp TERA CRYSTALS to their advantage. He felt miserable for , but kept his mouth shut. He had already been tagged with OKIDOGI's chain once. That had been enough for him, the impact point having turned a festering purple. The venom contained within had reduced his working efficiency during the latter half of the day, yet his rate was good enough to avoid lash after lash that the other blonde had to suffer through. The chain's venom had prevented Josh's body from initiating the healing process properly. The red rain falling from beneath Michael's mask made Josh sick beneath his mask. Sick both on the outside and the inside, physically coughing from the stench and mentally suffocating from his powerlessness.

Some Champion he was. Some Knight of Thunder he was, too. If he got out of this dungeon alive somehow, he was sure 's Patron would want to have choice words with him. Though Josh could not see the same screen that the thieves did, he could hear what was coming from them: the sound of Poké Balls being crushed and the sound of squished flesh. The lives of what he could only presume to be the prisoners' Pokémon. It made him well up with anger inside, taking every effort to keep it from exploding outward. The past , the impulsive one who had beaten to within an inch of her life, would no doubt have engaged in a fruitless fistfight with one of the Megalopolans.

Catching the GIGATON BALL on-screen out of the corner of his eye, be cried as it was crushed. "Doug..." Josh moaned, seeing the Bloodmoon Ursaluna's life stamped into dust underneath what he could only assume was a hydraulic press from how loud the sound of the impact was. He would never get a rematch with Doug now. As far as he knew, 's bond to that Ursaluna was on the same level as Josh's Manectric, Saber. That could have been Saber up there. That could have been Raikou up there, either the Johtonian or Hoennian one. A loss like that would have deprived Josh of the will to continue fighting.

When it came time for the Megalopolans to collect the prisoners' votes, Josh spoke up, still sobbing for the Charmander whose life had been robbed this awful day. "I don't believe a word any of you are saying. You will punish all of us as much as you think we can endure for your own entertainment. Some of us weaklings will inevitably not make it. It could be me. But if I die, I die knowing that I did everything I could to help my friends leave with their lives. And I know that my faith in the Great One will herald happiness in the next life. Glory be to the Great One, as it was in the beginning, has now, and ever shall be," the Mauville Leader prayed to Ho-oh. "Though I doubt our voices truly matter, I will vote 'TRUST'."









tl;dr:

- Weakling ward
- Josh becomes enraged at the senseless murders on the inside, but ultimately remains silent through discipline.
- Josh witnesses the senseless Pokémon deaths, including ' Charmander and 's Bloodmoon Ursaluna.
- Josh is skeptical this vote will actually matter.
- Josh prays to Ho-oh for delivery from their plight.
- V: TRUST
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Roy
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twenty-seven
May 02
Rustboro City, Hoenn
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Roy's plan crumbles under the watchful eye of their simian warden, who doesn't miss his sly attempt to conceal a crystal. It's a costly mistake, a lesson etched in the realization that cleverness alone won't secure his freedom. If he's to escape this prison, he'll need to do far better than that. For now, he would begrudgingly play the role they've assigned him.

As the chain tightens around his neck, he's forced to relinquish the tera crystal behind his mask. His gaze darts around the room, landing on a crystal on the ceiling that displayed a brutal spectacle. Pokemon images flash across the screen as the megalopolans smash poke balls between each swap of the monitor. Each strike takes a toll on him, but the realization does not truly set in until he sees his own kingdra appear on the screen.

The anguish consumes him, manifesting in erratic movements until he's dropped onto the floor with the other prisoners. Exhausted and drained, his mind races with thoughts of survival and escape. When the prison guards demand his response, Roy's gaze shifts between Illie and the drooling megalopolan.

"Trust," he murmurs hoarsely, pushing himself up from the cold floor with trembling palms.

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How many Meltan’s existed in Hoenn?

How many ancient, steam-powered Poke Balls?

Grigori swore he could hear screams from the likes of and from the hole. While he had no way to know for sure, he could pick out those voices like needles from haystacks. The agony and emotion within them sent shivers up his spine. His blood ran cold, and all he could do is link hands with and and watch.

Rocket had taught him the price of defiance. Indirectly, through the targeted assassinations of defectors. Directly, through the harsh words and promises of . He was never worried about himself being a rule breaker.

It was those who couldn’t hope to control themselves, or victims of circumstance, that he internally wept for.

And when the other two wards were shown off, and a choice given, he opened his mouth to object. To say that no vote was directly required for them. It was entirely optional.

Then opened his mouth. ‘Punish our ward instead!

I vote for the Dummy ward. The insolence of its ‘heroism’ should not be spared.
Please, please, please, please! Don’t waste this opportunity for us! Dummy!
I vote… Dummy. Better that fewer people should suffer, even if it’s not a very large difference.
Dummy ward.

He recognized most of these voices, save the first and the last– the former he had no idea. The latter, he didn’t want to be correct.

Slowly, he closed his mouth. Even if they were all as naked the day they’d been born, he’d hold the same face of realization, of disappointment as he did behind the mask. They had been given a choice, and they all took it for an order. That, or he misunderstood just how much the Megalopolans took this ‘game’ seriously. Regardless, they would not get a vote from him.

With a firmly shut mouth, he waited for them to be taken to the Chamber of Desires. Even in the face of consequenceless suffering, he would not take the opportunity. To play was to lose, and he would not let them win.


Tl;dr
 - Ugly Ward
 - Grigori is sad his friends are sad D:
 - Goes to voice his lack of vote to inspire confidence, but clearly everyone else has different ideas
 - He knows where some of these different ideas come from, but others he either doesn't know or doesn't want to know
 - Doesn't yap a word and waits to be transported to the CHAMBER OF SIN (Abstain)
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