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Nenet
She/Her
33
October 13
Ula'ula, Alola
Supply Coffee
Astrobiologist
God General's Wife
There are more things in heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy
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Neffatari Nzingha
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Zev seemed to recognise one of the other captors but what caught Nenet's attention instead was the warden relieving them from work. Her brow furrowed at once again hearing of the Never-Rot. Was that in connection to the Toxic Chains binding them, or something wholly else that these Pokemon seemed to answer to?
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Interrupting her thoughts, she looks towards the screen flickering to life. Her eyebrow arches subtly at the violence that plays out above them, her head nodding in agreement as Zev murmurs in her ear.
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A martyr and the self-deluded vie for some sort of moral relief on their consciousness and Nenet hopes they get exactly what they desire. Let them suffer - better yet die - for their misplaced convictions and desperation.
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It's time to vote, however, and as Nenet opens her mouth to speak she pauses. Was that 's voice coming through the screen? Humming softly, he hesitates for a moment, and then calls clearly, "Weakling ward."





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- Ugly Ward.[break]
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- Hopes the people who want to martyr themselves get their desired outcomes via murder'n.[break]
- Votes for the Weakling ward cause she thinks she recognises Jack's voice in Dummy.






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harper beck
they/he
twenty-nine
august 11
stow-on-side, galar
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rocket admin
in any universe
you are my dark star
6'0 (it's 5'8) height
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"That's me," Fern confirms with a short nod of their head when seems to register who they are. Their mouth opens, intent on saying more, but the little catch-up session is woefully interrupted by their feathered warden.[break][break]

Fern casts a glance back toward the beast. "Find me later," they mutter before their attention shifts. Whether he does or not depends on what happens next, they suppose.[break][break]

As the litany of punishments are rolled out, portrayed front and center, Fern watches mutely. Their eyes scan the reactions of others, silently grateful that they have been playing by the rules. After all, it is better others and not them enduring the consequence.[break][break]

Linked by their toxic chains, the lot of them are called to vote, and it is unsurprising that the line falls into debate and argument. When takes the noble route, they snort. This isn't the place for nobility, the proof of that is lying smashed to pulpy bits on the floor. But to each their own. Fern is much more interested in surviving.[break][break]

Similar, quiet exasperation is reserved for every protest that follows.[break][break]

In the natural order of all things, they gravitate back to as they always do. Hand winding through his as their other finds itself tangled with 's on their opposite side. Funny that - a shame they're just missing , or they'd have a full suit.[break][break]

The three of them somehow in unspoken agreement as they each state their vote. As one speaks, and then the other, the third admin nods along. "All of this bickering is boring," they drawl, eyes rolling behind their mask. "Weakling ward."


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She/Her
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March 6th
Nimbasa City
Asexual
Ultramodernist
Executive
5'7 height
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No move made to share plans and plot escapes, but that doesn't phase Xenon as she simply smiles and continues shining her ugly little rocks. She was used to being on the outs with everyone around, she never needed to rely on someone else when it came to survival. This had simply been an extended hand to her cellmate, an invitation to party when the ultramodernist did make her breakout. If one wishes to shun an offered hand, far be it from her to force them to take it.
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And so the work goes, the sounds of violence echoing above as the wardens of this prison brutally beat the dissidents while Xenon diligently continues her routine. She picks up a rock, shines it against her thigh until its sufficiently cleaned, tosses it in a box, then repeats. It's monotonous work certainly, but there's a certain serenity to being a cog in a machine, even if she's only biding her time to wind up until she was ready to wreck the gears around her.
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"So that's what's happening huh... Chamber of desires..." Again, she had been temporarily unconscious during the explanation of what was going on, so the fact that she was even being rewarded was a pleasant surprise. The girl glances over at Tsubaki with a lilted grin, as if to say "Is it time to find out yet?" But of course she wouldn't be able to escape drama so easily, not when the wardens were still having their fun.
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Pokeballs are publicly smashed to humiliate and torment those who thought their hands slick enough to steal, whether or not this is real is of little concern to Xenon. They aren't hers, why should it matter? What's of far more interest is the little conga line that they're instructed to form on their way to the Chamber of Desires, on her right and on her left placing a hand on her shoulder.
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And so the games truly begin, a Prisoner's Dillema and a Prisoner's Privilege. And oh hey look, it's as the first to talk. Funny seeing him here, though maybe not considering just how intertwined their fates seemed to be.
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"Ohhhhh great, here we fucking go. I swear, some of you people should have been put in the Dummy Ward- Hey! Warden bird lady! I just wanna make it clear, I don't affiliate with the idiots who wanna do some kind of self sacrificing thing to uphold some grand ideals they all have! I vote for the Dummy Ward too!" Xenon almost takes her hand away from Tsubaki as she joins in on this little pity party they've got going on, but she didn't want to get beaten to a pulp for breaking the rules.
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But she does direct her attention over to and , giving a slight nod to the Underboss specifically in deferment. She wasn't a fan of hierarchies and leaders, but for right now she'd recognize the authority of her direct superior in Rocket, if only because nobody else was liable to have her back in a ward full of weak willed pansies. And Priam had the sense to play by the rules for now too, so he was okay in her book. Would have to link up with him later, maybe she could ask for a change in cellmates? Hah, yeah right.

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Ugly Ward[break]
The gang manages to clean all the rocks good and get the reward! Yay! Tsubaki on her right and Aurelie on her left for the weird circle line, Aurelie needing to place a hand on her shoulder due to the lack of arm. When everyone else wants to vote for the pansy option of sacrificing themselves, Xenon nods to Elisabeth and Priam, easily choosing to sacrifice the Dummy Ward without hesitation.[break]




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rosie
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15
October 15
Vermilion City, Kanto
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Explorer
Lorekeeper
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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"]Hold onto hope. The help that is offered isn’t so much picking through the mess but rather, grouping up to give their warden less chances to pick on them. She’s never met them before, or , but she can tell that they are good souls.[break][break]

Kinder and stronger than she is in a scenario like this.[break][break]

Still, with them helping her, she also strives to do the same. Whether it’s helping to sort more to cover their portion of work and more, or occasionally looking over to check if they’re still holding out, fear binds her words but will not deter her from attempting to care in turn.[break][break]

At least, till her gaze glides over to the sight of attempting to stab the monkey.[break][break]

Everything drops. The first step she takes towards him is swift. The second is abruptly stopped as she’s pulled back.[break][break]

No.[break]
Crack.
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Her ears are ringing.[break][break]

No, no, no.[break]
Thump.
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Her eyes flick to the other person. Alien, obscured. She tries to wrestle away, tries to yell at them to let her go.[break][break]

But no voice ever comes out. All they’d hear is the crush of body against stone.[break][break]

He’s dead.[break][break]

Struggle.[break][break]

He can’t be.[break][break]

Push.[break][break]

Then what?[break][break]

He sits upon death's doorstep, a recurrent visitor. Even whilst broken, he speaks so boldly. He laughs when there really isn't anything to joke about. He trusts nameless others, has faith even in the darkest of hours.[break][break]

I'll keep being as strong for you as you're being for me.
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"Isaac-"[break][break]

She pleads, but he burdens her with all that he is.[break][break]

Trust.[break][break]

What if they end up being forsaken?
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Trust.[break][break]

She can see Doug's pokeball being crushed. She can hear howling in the background.[break][break]

What if they have Reiner?
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Stumbling closer to Howard, she kneels down beside him. Tries to hug him, to keep him together. Somewhere in her mind, she's certain that he's lost but she isn't.[break][break]

"I'll trust."[break][break]

She can't be, not just yet.
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tl;dr - prismatic fuckery: dumb ed.[break]
✦ wrestles away from :c[break]
pls :([break]
✦ she hug as if that would do anything to help[break]
✦ hanging in there for isaac's sake, TRUST for now[break][break]

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Their torment was far from over, Mimi shuts her eyes when the broadcast is shown of pokemon seemingly being killed. Screams became louder, the anguish was obvious behind their cries - she felt their pain, and a glimmer of fury rages in her heart upon hearing the irritating laugher from their wardens filling the room. The Megalopolans found immense joy in their suffering, how deplorable! even if they weren't humans how could anyone find enjoyment in such deep suffering?
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Once Marisol is dropped to the ground, Mimi rushes to her side. Shocked to see her sustain such horrible injuries she grits her teeth angrily, once again hearing their sinister snickering. "Please be ok Marisol.." She whispers softly to the older woman, doing her best to assist her however she could.
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Upon hearing Remiel's speech, Mimi feels inspired - he was right. If they worked together they could overcome any adversity; humanity has done it countless times before. She was beginning to see the irony in how they imprisoned them: dummy, ugly, weak. "y-you may use fear to control us.. but we will never break.. you may belittle us, chain us, abuse us, kill our beloved pokemon.. but it's obvious you're the one's truly weak, dumb, and ugly... are you that afraid of us?" Mimi chuckles lowly to herself, her voice lacked conviction as she was still very much fearful of their power. Still she managed to find courage with Remiel's words and hearing the other prisoners vote for truth when confronted with the prisoners dilemma.
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"Trust, we will survive together."


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April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
???
Wandering Wildchild
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Uninterested
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Even in the quiet that prevailed between them, Ettie finds a certain comfort in working alongside and . Does she know these two? No. But they are friends all the same, to her - people who are in the same circumstances - and so she's happy to try and find some form of peace in the cooperation. In the simple fact that there were fellow human beings that she could trust next to her.

Pack. Until things changed, these people - more than just Eris and Thea, but even the others in this ward - were her pack.

But then there's a moment of chaos, as she sees charge Munkidori. Momentarily, her instincts have her wanting to jump in - and maybe others would be able to see it in the way her muscles bunched up, tensed like a beast waiting for a moment to pounce, fingers with sharpened nails flexing like claws... But then, she sees the ease with which the monkey stops him in his tracks and retaliates - and she quickly reconsiders, realizing that this would be a mistake.

It is a distinct reminder that, even for as much as she takes comfort in not being alone, none of them are safe. Nor are the pokemon, as she soon learns, as a number of the ward's members are punished for their actions. It is cruel, for certain - and it is certainly enough to further disturb Ettie; this is the loss of peoples' packmates...

... But the predator part of her brain - her inner hunter - also finds it wasteful. This is not hunting for prey. This is killing simply to kill.

Trainers call out in anguish - and among the voices, there are ones she recognizes - is a given... But there's also a certain . "Johanna..?" She breathes to herself, surprised. More friends she knew were here...?

As the two are dropped down, Ettie moves to check in on them both, scampering to their sides. She pauses for a second - not sure what to do at first... But, she reaches out to take Andrea's hand and Johanna's hand in either of her own hands, squeezing. "... Not alone. We are pack." She murmurs meaningfully - even if it's just as much an attempt to comfort herself, as it is to comfort them.

She attempts to maintain her hold on their hands even as the ward circles around for a 'trust exercise' - and she doesn't need to think before she has an answer. "Trust!" She calls, alongside those around her.

(... But those who call Forsake - including her own cellmate, , are met with stares from the pup. She doesn't understand why they'd consider it - any hurt deliberately inflicted here seemed pointless, didn't it?)
TLDR/NOTES:
- Ettie is in Dummy Ward; voting TRUST
- Finds a bit of comfort in cooperating with and , even if there isn't much chitchat coming her way.
- When tries to square up at Munkidori, Ettie initially is winding up to pounce in - but quickly reconsiders when she sees how quickly Isaac gets clowned monkeyed on.
- As punishment is doled out, Ettie is disturbed in watching a number of pokemon (seemingly) get killed - the hunter part of her brain also finds it wasteful. Recognizes and among the voices that call out.
- Is immediately there to try and comfort Andrea and Johanna (although she's just as much trying to self-soothe in the process, she's kind of unsettled.)
- Votes Trust near-immediately; but is puzzled at why folks like would vote Forsake, and finds it pointless. Staaaaare.
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Penny, the coveted
She/her
31
September 25
Petalburg
heterosexual
HBIC Director
Council
I'll leave you
RUINED
5'6" height
5'6" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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The voice failed to cease.
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Through the wash of violence that extended throughout the prison ward, the voice stretch was never hampered, nor clipped from its power. It plucked from her brain with ease, expert precision making play of the mental lackings of a woman without her boon.
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All she could see was that reflection staring back at her. That empty vessel of physical disappointment, molded and prepared for its eventual shattering. Time held no position in her thoughts. With every fling of a body, every crush of a life, she'd reach for the power, leaning into the voice that called, only for her breath to be stolen.
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Near the end of the warden's first call of punishment, Penelope's neck had already earned itself a crude purple strike all around. Blood pinched her pale skin, lining it with long stretches of crimson.
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"for your failures, you must make one last choice today."
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Her fingers squeezed tight, but so did the chain.
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AGAIN, the voice roared, IT CAN BE BROKEN, YOU CANNOT. NOT WITH ME.
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"both of your wards will be given the same deal. your wards must choose to TRUST or FORSAKE the other ward."
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Lifeless, her body remained pressed back into a wall, staring out into the open ward. Only her hands dared to sap from the remaining strength left after so many attempts. This time, the cost was her vision.
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ARE YOU REALLY SO WEAK? TRY AGAIN.
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Darkness encroached its edge, slow-moving and absolute, no different than the eventual death that finds one lost to hunger.
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"vote out loud. speak loud. your masks muffle your annoying voices."
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Penny doesn't do da work, and doesn't even pay attention to the punishment. She keeps trying to use her avatar powers until eventually passing out, confirming her vote for FORSAKE[BREAK]
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lumiose city, kalos
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Broken spirits make for the best prisoners. As she polishes Tera shards to a gleaming shine, Luka wonders if this is the crux that had finally broken her, or if it had happened a long time ago.[break][break]

She wears pessimism poorly, like an ill-fitting suit. And so, as is her nature, she starts to whistle to her cellmates as they work in a futile attempt to boost morale. Perhaps, then, it’s complacency that makes her an ideal captive.[break][break]

However, the rewards for their good behavior are just as twisted as the punishment. Panic rises as Luka realizes they have to make a choice, and while she privately agrees with the likes of and , the words of dissent stick in her throat.[break][break]

How can she condemn one group to save another? How can she volunteer this group to suffer, when so many are actively opposed? And selfishly-so selfishly that it makes her sick— she doesn’t want to suffer either. She’s seen the brutality their captors are capable of, and it scares her. She talks a big game, but when the chips fall, she’s a coward.[break][break]

She had sacrificed herself so willingly when she’d been with @remiel two summers ago, and their digital bodies had been offered up without restraint. What had changed since then? Was it simply a product of her hardships, or was it her?[break][break]

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we came, we saw
we complicated...
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Petra could forgive many things, but the manner in which they televised punishment struck something of a nerve. Even if it was no fault of her own, she felt terribly for their deaths - the pointlessness of their passing. And the way they just laughed at it all. They'd quickly become the sole object of Petra's ire.
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And she wanted so badly to say or do something to convey her feelings towards this treatment, however...
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Paxton is right. While normally one to object with entrusting anything of her's to a stranger, Petra needed help from these people. Much more than they needed help from her. She couldn't do anything to jeopardize her standing. Not while so much seemed to be at stake. "...I vote to trust."
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"Diana and Luka," Ameena repeats now that Diana has also identified herself. She listens to Luka's information about the toxic chains. Worship? That tracks, somehow. These wardens carry a special energy around them. They command too much confidence. The fact Ameena's never seen them lends her to the belief that they are deities. Hoenn, she's been learning, has no shortage of them. [break][break]

Ameena doesn't know what to make of it. To Luka, she asks: "Did you engage in a ritual with these toxic chains?" And then the deities enact punishment. [break][break]

The beatings are brutal, but there could have been worse consequences. The pokeball breaking... It's too unusual. Would her subconscious summon this imagery? What would the lesson be? If this was a momentary view into an alternate reality, she still couldn't gather the rationale. The tera crystal labor and the lack of similarities between prisoners and the masks were all STRANGE. It was ritualistic in a way she couldn't wrap her head around. [break][break]

Real, not real. Ameena needed to play along to discover more. "Weakling," she voted, voice muffled. The trifecta of flaws for the different groups must mean something. If they condemned weakness, it could appease the gods. Maybe.

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trey, graves
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If it hadn't been a shit show before, the scene before Atreyu was rapidly turning into one.

He watched, motionless, as someone who'd acted out was suddenly beaten nearly to the ends of their means by the dog-like warden that overruled this ward. His eyes couldn't have gone any wider; he was too dumbstruck to think to shield his ears from hearing the brutal lashings. He'd witnessed violence to some degree, having lurked within the shadows of Celadon City, but this was beyond anything he'd experienced before. He should've known things would only get worse if their captors were willing to pull bodies through iron bars, but it wasn't until this moment that Atreyu felt truly fucked.

And then it got worse.

People were suspended; screens showed pokeballs placed and then crushed, the pokemon shown presumably reflecting the person that was hoisted into the air. Their overlords were playing beyond dirty. But why were they so intent on casting fear into the people they'd captured? The setting and situation itself was already frightening enough for most. Were they worried people would rebel? Figure out a way to fight back and gain control? Fear bred complacency. The trio and Megalopolans wanted things to go their way, no matter what. But when would this torture end? They spoke as if they were entombed here forever, and maybe they were right, but Atreyu couldn't help but try and find a hole in the ploy—some way to gain an advantage, even as they were being forced to watch cruelty being born before them.

Maybe the crystals? Atreyu's mask tilted upward to view the glossy faux-screens. If they could find a way to break them, maybe they could fall and crush the pokemon underneath them... but even that was too risky. That still left the Megalopolans, and nobody here knew how to escape the prison altogether. What, then? As he rose, brushing off the remaining shards from his arms, his mind whirled with possibilities, and he grew frustrated with being unable to find an out immediately.

One of them would come up with something. They had to. This would not be the end.

The small hope that bubbled within him swished around with uncertainty as he was being faced with a choice. Getting any form of punishment wasn't ideal, but inflicting even further punishment on people who were in the same position as him? Some of them may have been deserving, but he wasn't going to be the person to make that call. Not until he knew more information; information that was likely never going to find him. "Trust," he called out firmly, tugging on the toxic chain's strangling hold. If his pokemons' lives were at stake, he had to be smart about this. He simply needed more to go off of, should he last long enough to find anything at all.

-trey mentally implodes over what's happening
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The Peacemaker
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Pallet Town, Kanto
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 It’s all a rushed blur, a series of seemingly impossible events that amalgamate into something from a nightmare. The monsters don’t stray far from their sinister script. They growl and bite and beat fear into the prisoners for the meagerest of transgressions. Her mind never really catches up. She stumbles out alongside and clings to the only figure she feels comfortable with, though there is something disquieting about him she can’t quite place.

Eva does just enough work to get by. She watches carefully. As her mind clears and the fog over it dissipates, she’s immediately formulating. Patience is a virtue, especially when faced with the impossible.

There is no room for error here, that much is made clear by the steep consequences. When they acted, they need to do so with unmatched precision. She will do what she does best: study. Every detail could be woven into a clearer picture that provided better understanding. She smothers the urge to fight and defend. Her time will come.

“Trust,” she agrees with her cellmate, .






+ Eva is staying quiet and flying under the radar, studying their captors and this situation so when they strike they can do so with fatal precision
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GONGAGA
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Some in the DUMMY WARD may gather that information is being parsed and relayed by the MUNKIDORI. The monkey frantically strains itself purple. Above its furrowed face, the TOXIC CHAIN rises like a cellphone being stretched to the sun for better service.[break][break]

Yet in this dingy, isolated prison, there is no sunlight. No indication of day or night. Just presumed and expected passage of time, over and over and over again.[break][break]

, THE COVETED, struggles against her chain. Every exertion of her beckoned bond tightens the fuschia fetters around her mask and neck, wringing out the air in her lungs. Only when she passes out is she able to breathe again. The MUNKIDORI shrieks. Strikes the floor with its palms, demanding someone get her back on her feet.[break][break]

Repulsed by the fates of those in the other wards, pleas for the punishment to be laid unto him and the rest of the UGLIES. If punishment is what he desires, punishment is what he will get.[break][break]

The FEZANDIPITI raises his beautiful wing, feathers splayed out like the finest fabrics in an amethyst bazaar: a beautiful sight for the eyes should or have been able to see them.[break][break]

may attempt to move out of the way to spare his defender, ; however, the top of the pecking order does not commit the deed. Rather, his underlings execute the consequence instead. Two Megalopolan guards deliver harsh blows to their mochi-filled guts.[break][break]



IN THE UGLY WARD, THE TRANSMISSION PLAYED ON THE TERA CRYSTALS ABOVE IS CUT. The result of the voting is not shown to those gathering in a chained line for the Chamber of Desires.[break][break]

HOWEVER, BOTH THE WEAKLING & DUMMY WARDS have voted to TRUST each other—and the result is communicated to those within them.[break][break]

Consequently, the wards will be delivered to a punishment that is more—in the echoed words of the Megalopolan thrall—"manageable and survivable".[break][break]

However, the WEAKLING & DUMMY WARDS are not privy to the UGLY WARD'S own corrupted caucus. The Megalopolan responsible for communicating announces that THE DUMMY WARD will receive a punishment of some kind...

TL;DR: weakling and dummy wards have voted to trust each other, resulting in an easier punishment.[break][break]
the ugly ward has voted for the dummy ward for a punishment of some kind.



THE CHAMBER OF DESIRES


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THE FEZANDIPITI LEADS THOSE IN THE UGLY WARD. Like schoolchildren, eventually everyone forms a single file line. Those who have been captured alongside your characters whimper and cry as they shuffle along.[break][break]

Above the cells, there is a small ledge that juts out closer to the tall ceiling. The FEZANDIPITI grabs the TOXIC CHAIN of the person in front with its purple-tipped beak. With surprising strength, the bird takes flight, hoisting its human-Falinks toward the ledge. It does not land, instead, it flies straight toward the wall the ledge juts out from.[break][break]

However, the bird does not crash into the wall. Rather, the wall slides open like Kitakami or Johtian shoji. The prisoners fly into the hallway; some remain airbone, while those with longer legs may find their feet striking the metal paneling of the floor midflight.[break][break]



Curiously, the hallway almost feels like it's never-ending, elongating ad nauseum. Tera crystals light their way and every time they reach a new sliding door, it opens to a repetitive stretch of futuristic corridor until finally...[break][break]

They rush through the final door. The door pushes open to reveal a circular chamber. The walls flicker with intricate patterns, blue lights that waltz and shift in the dim light. In the center of the chamber, a towering blue mask depicting a teary-eyed frown stands, attached at its base to a machine. Those keen-eyed may recognize the machine to be of Megalopolan-make...[break][break]


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The mask is crystallized, shining brightly as if it were constantly TERASTALLIZED. Indeed, it is. Casting kaleidoscoping patterns and refracting hypnotic lights across the Chamber of Desires, the air hums with its mysterious energy. As you near, you feel a subtle pull, as if drawn into its mesmerizing facade.[break][break]

Upon entry, your masks pop off. But not entirely. The TOXIC CHAIN keeps the mask dangling off your collar and neck. Cool air graces your sweaty skin.[break][break]

Behind you, the door closes shut. The FEZANDIPITI stands by the mask and from the other side of the room, a tall figure emerges from the dark. A TOXIC CHAIN obscures the Megalopolan's face, smothering his greedy mouth. Like a parasitic worm, the chain pumps something down his throat, forcing him to swallow. As he wades into the bright light, Velmos, one of the Megalopolan Generals from The Ultra Beast War, reveals himself, the TOXIC CHAIN popping off of his lips.[break][break]

"congratulations."[break][break]

He does not seem to recognize those he has met before. His eyes remain perfumed in purple.[break][break]

"the chamber of desires has been waiting for you." Velmos says. "bear witness to what i have seen through the mask. it will show you what you're capable of and what your true potential is. i was able to see a brighter future for me and my people. that future is imminent and you can be a part of it too."[break][break]

He grants every single one of you, still connected by chain, a look into the mask. One by one, you are instructed to peer in to the WELLSPRING MASK. Those who dissent will be forced by VELMOS, FEZANDIPITI and the TOXIC CHAIN wriggling around their necks.

THE MASK


VIEWING INTO THE MASK, your character will be granted a vision of themselves gaining what they desire. This can be a personal improvement, an improved life, or an improved circumstance for another. In all of these scenarios, the TOXIC CHAIN makes its appearance on the person, on another, etc.[break][break]

Regardless, the mask makes the experience feel unbelievably real, resulting in the character potentially believing that through the TOXIC CHAIN, that these desires, no matter how contradictory or anachronistic, will be possible.[break][break]

YOU MUST ROLL this round. Those who ROLL ABOVE A 75 may be able to retain some skepticism.


After your visions, you are directed to another chamber: a communal shower room that douses you periodically with hot, almost scalding, water.


CLEAN-UP CREW



THOSE IN THE DUMMY & WEAKLING WARD are transferred to the lower levels by platform. The DUMMY WARD PRISONERS are corralled onto the platform first like livestock before they reach the WEAKLING WARD. [break][break]

There, the WEAKLING WARD PRISONERS board too, with their respective Megalopolan speakers. It is a tight fit—but the platform is wide enough to accommodate their numbers.[break][break]

They descend. Lower and lower they go as unnerving darkness floods upwards. They can hear the groaning of pipes, of what sounds like engines, boilers or machinery. Finally, the platform stops, and the prisoners are unloaded forcibly. [break][break]

Something stirs in the floor below this one. A growling, muffled noise and heavy footfalls. As everyone departs the platform, it begins to rise up once more, exposing a hole.[break][break]

It is sheer darkness below, save for a mochi pounding bowl lit up by a dim futuristic lamp.[break][break]

The OKIDOGI roars and begins to toss you into the floor below. You land on the ground—but it is not as hard of a landing as you may have expected. You land on piles of leftover mochi... and the remains of the slain prisoners.[break][break]

Pleased with itself, the OKIDOGI flexes and showboats. A high-five and snicker is rewarded to the canine by the MUNKIDORI.[break][break]

Their designated Megalopolan speakers explain their punishment: "the never-rot despises filth. you will be responsible for cleaning it. place the filth into the bowl and our custodian will dipose of it. your punishment ends when the floor is 'spotless'."[break][break]

Above, the wardens and the designated Megalopolans watch as you toil away in the darkness, grasping blindly at mushy mochi and whatever else that graces your roughened hands...[break][break]

Sure, this seems manageable. Survivable. However, as the punishment commences, the muffled growling grows louder. The sound of a sliding door opening and closing can be heard accompanying the taunting laughter of a monkey.[break][break]

Something comes your way. And it is not friendly. Through the dark, it charges through. A prisoner screams as they are discovered. Though they are not killed, they are beaten: evident by the raucous sound of wooden kicking.[break][break]



When it nears the bowl, the dim light reveals segments of its appearance: green hood, bipedal, spikes, and a brutal coil of toxic chains smothering its entire head. It does not sport a mask, for the fleshy chains have blinded it.[break][break]

Should it find you, although it is blinded, it will strike at you with an unbridled vengeance. Through kicks, headbutting, or a lashing of vines. [break][break]

The UGLY WARD's VOTE comes into play. Those in the DUMMY WARD find their chains suddenly thrusting into the floor, tethering them in place.[break][break]

"the ugly ward has deemed the dummy ward in need of worse punishment." The Megalopolan says. "remember their choice. they believe you deserve this."

FILTH OUSTIN'


THE WEAKLING & DUMMY WARD PRISONERS are subject to cleaning duties. They must clean the floor of mochi and place it in the central bowl.[break][break]

Due to the UGLY WARD'S VOTE, the DUMMY WARD prisoners have extremely limited movement as they are chained to the floor.[break][break]

The threat that hunts down those in the floor will hurt them in some way.[break][break]

YOU MUST ROLL this round. Those who ROLL ABOVE A 50 (51-100) can choose to avoid being hurt by the creature.[break][break]

Those in the DUMMY WARD, , and must roll with DISADVANTAGE. This means that you should ROLL TWICE; THE LOWER NUMBER WILL BE CHOSEN.




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.


  • please include TL;DRS and ideally, bold your vote!
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  • only ONE of your characters can participate.
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  • only ONE POKEMON can be out at a time (when applicable).
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  • please provide a tl;dr &/or bold moves/abilities/items used with each post.
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  • i will not tolerate complaints about not being mentioned, tagged, acknowledged or feeling "useless" in a raid. generally, i attempt to mention all characters and their actions in each post, but depending on the number of participants, this may not be feasible.
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  • remember that although i am essentially the DUNGEON MASTER or GAME MASTER of this event, much of this event's enjoyment and storytelling rests upon the players shoulders. collaborate with what i provide in each moderator post and each other for the best result!
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  • lastly, be cognizant of participating players and characters. no one is the "main character" of an event, and allowing space for give-and-take between characters and their actions is highly encouraged.
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  • more rules may be specified in the actual event thread.
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IMPORTANT NOTICE:


FOR THIS ROUND, PLEASE ROLL (FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS LAID OUT IN EACH POST).[break][break]
YOU CAN ONLY POST ONCE.[break][break]

THE WEAKLING & DUMMY WARDS ARE ALLOWED TO ROLL FIRST AND THEN EDIT THEIR POST TO HELP WRITE THEIR POSTS.[break]
THOSE IN THE UGLY WARD CAN NOT DO THIS. THE NATURE OF THE "SKEPTICISM" WILL BE ELABORATED UPON IN THE NEXT MOD POST.
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and have missed ONE ROUND. Missing too many rounds will result in no rewards; however, due to the setting and scenario, characters will not be retconned from the event.



DEADLINE


APRIL 21ST, 11:59PM PST.


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temporary
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Tempest Quinn
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 18, 2024 5:25:28 GMT
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They're piled onto the central area, two groups of them. But hadn't another went upwards? So... three groups? How many people were in each group? Was this the only set of prisoners? Well, if that was the case, this was weirdly smaller in scale than expected. If the Megalopilans were planning on eating them, then the whole scope of it was way off. If they had a similar metabolism to humans, the amount of raw 'calories' here (and from Tempest's most rough estimates) would only last a few weeks tops. Depending on what kind of micro and macro nutrients they needed, then diseases similar to scurvy would also set in even if they stretched out the meals to starvation levels....[break][break]

Wait, why was he thinking about the realities of having human cattle? That was some type of weird shit that only horror novelists and aliens cared about.[break][break]

What mattered was the half eaten lumps of peach and sugar that stuck between Tempest's toes. The sandals that this 'uniform' provided offered very little protecting against it. He shivered some before kneeling down so he could grab the slimy mess in his hands. The clumps of it leaked from between his fingers, further making goosebumps rise onto his flesh. This shit sucked.[break][break]

It sucked ever more so when, after sticking his hand into a particularly juicy pile, the chain yanked him downwards and in place. The sudden force of it knocked the air out of him lungs, causing him to cry out as he lost his balance. Falling forward, he landed in the pile- having splattering of mostly fermented mochi sludge fleck over his clothes and splatter against his mask. That is, until he pushed himself up- and found himself face to face with some poor person's insides.[break][break]

"What the fuck?!" Trying to pull himself upwards did little, panic making his sticky hands slip and slide on the floor as he tried in vain to get away from the mangled pile of flesh and guts. A sharp gag left him, the stink of purifying acid, blood, and sugar sticking into his nose.[break][break]

But what he did not realize, in the moment, was that this panic, this revulsion, would draw attention from sightless eyes.
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🔗 rolling but i would like temp to get the shit kicked out of him regardless of result ty. tldr is that temp cleans up mysterious and oozing clumps before he gets beaten. there is a dead body involved. all this 'to build character' as hollow might say.


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Cillian Quinn
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POSTED ON Apr 18, 2024 5:46:53 GMT
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For all the bravado in his spoken choice, Cillian feels immense PRESSURE not unlike his Guardian's presence as they await the final tally. Breath shivers from his lungs as the verdict is cast: a mutual show of TRUST.[break][break]

There would be punishment, but they would survive.[break][break]

Still, dread coils in his stomach as the platform rises from beneath. They're corralled like animals to the slaughter, the space too tightly packed to identify any defining features in the crowd. The smell of blood, sweat, and sickly sweet MOCHI blends a revolting cocktail. Cillian takes shallow breaths through his mouth in spite of the mask's heat.[break][break]

It feels as though they descend for ages.[break][break]

He retreats into the depths of his mind, trying to focus on anything but the whimpers and snivels of those caged in around him. Numbly, he steps from the platform when prodded by one of the Megalopolan guards.[break][break]

When the Okidogi begins hurling prisoners into the pit, he tenses, fight or flight kicking in — but upon realizing that those sent below were not dead, he elects to freeze, instead. Fingers curl to fists, resisting the temptation to strike at his captor, and the muscled mutt condemns Cillian to the same fate as his fellow captives.[break][break]

It hurts less than he expects to land. Something squishes beneath his palm, and he swallows the urge to vomit at the twisted turns his imagination takes. It could be anything. Waste. Intestines. But the smell down here reeks strongest of sugar and spoiling fruit.[break][break]

MOCHI. Of course.[break][break]

He sets to work obediently. Quite literally blindly. Ignoring the screams and shuffling sounds, keeping his head down as Rocket has taught him.[break][break]

Until a familiar voice challenges that resolve.[break][break]

His attention snaps toward the sound; he'd recognize 's voice anywhere, even muffled by the mask as it was. But Cillian isn't the only one that's heard. As the as-yet-unseen creature lashes out at his husband, chained helplessly to the floor, Cillian lunges toward it in a reckless tackle.[break][break]

"Get the fuck away from him."[break][break]

And it does. After it's done with Temp, it kicks Cillian hard enough to send him sprawling back. He slips on the mochi-littered floor as he tries to scrabble back to his feet. The creature kicks, and kicks again.[break][break]

Only when Cillian stills, playing dead like a possum before a predator, does it move on to its next unfortunate victim.[break][break]

"Temp," Cillian whispers, voice hoarse from pain. "You OK?"[break][break]

YdIoFt6F


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excellent, I wanted to roll low[break]
while good at staying quiet and unnoticed, he sees his husband getting the shit kicked out of him and tries to intervene[break]
now you're both in pain, congratulations cil![break]
plays dead 'til the thing fucks off, then checks to see if temp is OK[break]
he was NOT QUIET when he snapped at the creature, so anyone who'd reasonably recognize his voice (friends, fellow rockets, established enemies) can do so!


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