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It was comforting to know that the majority of prisoners had voted to trust each other. Even though everyone was brought here on different circumstances Mimi had no doubts that everyone wanted to survive this ordeal. In order to achieve such a goal, they would need to work together despite whatever differences they had.
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Suddenly forced into a tight platform, Mimi attempts to wiggle through finding space wherever she could. Unfortunately for her the okidogi flicked her off the platform like a bug once they had reached their destination. She embraced herself for a rough landing but the layers of Mochi and deceased bodies had cushioned her landing. It doesn't take her long to register what they were standing on, "gah!" she yells out in fear as she felt the sensation of a limp arm touching her leg, she quickly gets up and doesn't bother investigating her surroundings much further.
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Unable to locate in the chaos of the new environment, Mimi gives up on trying to find her. Instead she focuses onto the task given to her, cleaning up the filth. The sounds of chattering had muffled the danger which lurked nearby, as Mimi did her best to do her task she paused upon hearing the terrified screams of nearby prisoners. The cries and frenzied footsteps closed in on her, and Mimi knew that whatever was coming for her she couldn't stop it; only prepare herself for an attack from an unknown assailant.
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Before she could enter a defensive stance, There's a sharp snapping sound which lingers in the air. It's the sound of ogerpon's vine whip and without warning it strikes at Mimi with an incredible amount of power. The force behind ogerpon's vine whip is staggering, easily shattering a few of Mimi's ribs and propelling her backward into some mochi. Mimi struggles to get up, coughing in agony with each movement, she breaths out shakily her agony concealed by the wooden mask.

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"it hurts.. it hurts so bad..!" she cries out in misery, gritting her teeth as the pain consumed both her body and soul.
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TL;DR
- happy that trust was chosen
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- gives up on finding marisol
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- works on clean up
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- is attacked by ogerpon in the chaos and breaks a few ribs
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- suffering


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jack
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twenty-six
august 12
Hulbury
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Trust. Relief washed over him that so many others had chosen to trust in their fellow humans. Whatever messed up game was being played, it was a small comfort to Jack that they would face it together.[break][break]

Pamplemousse's head swiveled as they were herded onto the platform, taking in as much detail as he could. His stomach lurched as the platform began to move, the poison in his gut churning as a disorienting wave of nausea washed over him. He fought it off with effort, his counting of the prisoners from the other ward faltering as the prison flashed by the moving platform. He turned to whisper an observation to Diamandis before realizing that she was no longer beside him.[break][break]

Panic prickled at his consciousness, the strange feeling of being alone in the press of people laced with concern over her well-being. He shifted and turned as much as he could without drawing attention to himself, seeking his cellmate in the mass of masked and identically dressed people. His efforts were interrupted by the rough paws of Okidogi as he was shoved from the platform. Reflexively, he rolled as he hit the soft landing and let the momentum carry him back to his feet.[break][break]

Betrayal. His stomach lurched at the announcement that another ward had chosen to punish them. The elation he had at the vote to trust vanished like a popped balloon as his toxic chain bound him to the floor. He was nowhere near Diamandis, how could he protect her?[break][break]

He couldn't even protect himself. As the raging beast approached in the darkness, Pamplemousse tried to anticipate its movements but as the toxic chain held him like a leashed dog he was powerless to avoid the thing. Wild blows hit him in his abdomen, sending him to the mochi-coated floor. The sickness in his gut finally overwhelmed him as his vomit, hot and acrid, splashed against the inside of his mask. Crying silently in the darkness, he knew it was just more mess to clean up.[break][break]

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– he loses track of desiree on the platform and worries for her and himself, feeling alone[break]
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Melly
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POSTED ON Apr 23, 2024 1:33:53 GMT
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If it’s war that you want then you got it. If it’s pain well I brought what you need.

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As she watches people get chained to the floor, she finds herself also being restricted in her movement. Shit, this was bad. Normally she'd be able to move more adeptly but with this chain holding her down she'd have a harder time. Was this hell? Was this punishment she really deserved? Every inch of her wanted to scream out in pain and aguish from all this torture in a hopes that it'd end but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy. [break][break]

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She managed to dodge the strange creature's attacks at first, dancing her way around it but suddenly the chain tugs on her even tighter and pulls her back as the green figure in the darkness managed to get a hit in on her. She yelped in pain as she's knocked across the floor, skidding over mochi and body parts as Melody throws up from how grotesque her situation was and her injury. [break][break]

As soon as it lands a hit on her, it seems to move onto someone else and she hurries, trying to scoop up as much mochi as possible and placing it into the bowl. She stays near "This all seems so weird, something isn't right. What's the point of this, wouldn't they prefer us being mindless slaves to that mochi?" [break][break]

"Why go through the trouble of breaking out spirits if they can just override them with that mochi.." she whispers to him, unless there was a contingency to the mochi working.

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Dodges the assailant at first (81) but then the chain tightens on her and pulls her to the floor where it gives her a swift kick to the rib (21)[break]
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miss monroe
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Almost no time is afforded before they are let loose to perform yet another task. Worst of all, they are not the only ones performing a service for their wardens. Suffering the distasteful smell emanating from the bowl they seek to fill, hesitation weighs Petra down as she makes out the sounds of people being absolutely-fucking-thrashed by some green thing bound in chains.
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There isn't a proper glimpse to be had, and Petra knew better than to allow the unknown horror to distract her for long. The faster we clean, the faster we leave this pit! She thought to herself, aspiring to coach some optimism. Yes, even the prison above was favorable compared to enduring this abomination in the dark. What else was responsible for the corpses?
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Mindful of how and where she moved, the allotted tools made their job easier to accomplish with some small sense of haste. Though as she hears a familiar voice in nearby, the ranger can't help but subconsciously put her back to it as she continues along.
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Regardless of her cellmate's efforts to distract the creature, and whether it was indiscriminate or extremely so, Petra is next of those caught on the receiving end of Ogerpon's frenzy. Her victimhood is made apparent with a shrill scream that is silenced by it's initial strike to the face.
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Breaking a couple teeth loose as well as a portion of her mask, she is fortunate the thing absorbed most of the impact. But that wasn't all Petra suffered. A dislocated shoulder, fractured hand and even some fingers were compromised. But Petra's backbone was most important to her survival right now. Pained sobs and tears become sniffles or grunts as she picks herself up off the floor, struggling to finish what she had started...
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tl;dr
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- trying to stay close to paxton[break]
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- optimism/etc has failed her[break]
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- struck by the blind ogerpon (16)[break]
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- petra and her mask(?) are worse for wear (busted mask, bleeding mouth/missing teeth, dislocated shoulder, fractured hand & compromised fingers)


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jayden
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[attr="class","postbox"] some may choose to fall into the chains of despair, may choose to fight the very thing that cages them, but jayden knows better. this is too familiar for him to fight it. when they give the royal decree and they fly into their road of promise, jayden leaves behind those that try to fight the poison that floods through their veins.

[break][break] after all, he has lived too long in a graveyard to be afraid of it's ghosts.

[break][break] so when they show him the mask and all that it contains, he feels no fear.

[break][break] but —

[break][break] "i am afraid," a voice calls to him, trembling, and he turns to see the eyes of . normally, in other condition, he would have felt HATRED lance through him at being so close to someone tied to the LEAGUE. but the emptiness in his heart is like a yawning chasm, growing wider and wider with each passing moment, while they are trapped in this memory together.

[break][break] "don't be," he says back, squeezing her hand. a trickle of feeling passes through him, remembering how had come to him in the dead of the night on the day before meteno 99943 had struck. the uncertainty, the relentless dread, the fear of the unknown. blue eyes flicker to his other tether - to at his other side - and then across the room at the void of maskless faces.

[break][break] some of which he recognizes, and some of which he doesn't. he feels suddenly just like he had in that forgotten memory, king of a town that had once been his, in front of a hundred people that he only half-knew.

[break][break] he thought of the disappointment in 's face when he'd unmasked in front of her, he thought of the hopelessness in 's when he yearned for a lifetime lost.

[break][break] eyes passed quickly over all the rockets in the room that he knew - , and among them - before slowly careening over the ones that he didn't know as well, like or .

[break][break] then his face settles back on , standing beside him like a crownless queen.

[break][break] and then, it's his turn.

[break][break] VELMOS was one of them. his intel had been accurate in leading them to littleroot. and now his words struck with certainty too — the same as 's when he'd protected them from a falling meteor.

[break][break] the last thing that jayden sees is the glimmer of clandestine blue before he goes under.

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"i'm proud of you."

[break][break] he blinks his eyes open and he stands on a mantle that feels... both foreign and strikingly unfamiliar. his throat closes as he sees the sea of bodies that kneel before him, reminded immediately of DIONYSUS and the dream that resulted into astlik's clinging shadows. but in his hands are no shadowed weapons, no frozen limbs.

[break][break] no, in his hand he holds a specter of power, one lanced with those unmistakable TOXIC CHAINS, swathing around a glimmering sphere that looks a bulbous pink fruit. in the orb's reflection he can see his own face, clear and free of scars, and the glimmering hue of purple eyes.

[break][break] standing beside him are and , the latter gently resting a warm hand on his shoulder as the other affectionately tousles his hair. on his opposite flank stands , his head tilted towards jayden, the inscrutable gaze of the obfuscator glinting with approval and anticipation.

[break][break] "what shall you do with them? i leave the answer in your hands."

[break][break] and sure enough, as his gaze sweeps over the tumultuous throng of bodies, he discerns the unmistakable figures of many of rocket's betrayers, among them and . yet, intertwined with those traitorous souls, ensnared in choking TOXIC CHAINS, are the vicious embers of .

[break][break] but it isn't that draws his gaze, nor even who stands by him.

[break][break] it's the scarlet rivulet of his father's gaze.

[break][break] dmitri volkov. nikolai cross. alive, breathing, yet ensnared in suffocating chains of toxic pink.

[break][break] dionysus was wrong. chien pao was wrong. everyone was wrong.

[break][break] jayden didn't have to endure a life plagued by self-loathing and fear, trapped in the knowledge that he was irrevocably tethered to the source of his pain. no, he could rise above it. he could have POWER.

[break][break] "kill them."

[break][break] this time, when he calls for their deaths, there is no guilty tremor in his voice. no fear. ironic to the pink chains that wrap around his flesh, he is FREED.



[break]

he gasps.

[break][break] pulled from the memory, jayden blinks rapidly when he's torn from the tether of that dream and back into reality.

[break][break] his deepest desires thud powerfully in his chest, but he's swept along with the others into the showers. clothes are discarded easily, revealing a toned and muscular body that is riddled with scars. he pays no mind to the others, lost in the confines of his own thoughts as the scalding hot water washes over him.

[break][break] 'what had that dream meant?'

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sleeping beauty
she/her
25
July 15
lumiose city, kalos
bisexual
public relations
rising star
she looks like, if you bit her, honey and milk would flow from her
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luka chêne
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Luka braces herself to be punished for abstaining, just as is, but it never comes. She wonders, rather naively, if they all could have abstained and spared their fellow prisoners further torment. It sickens her to know how easily some of the others had betrayed the Dummy ward.[break][break]

This is a foolish thought. She knows that had they all remained silent, they would have been punished too. It’s easy to think of herself as morally superior; but in the end, she’s just a coward. had been far more noble than she ever managed.[break][break]

Even so, disquiet settles in her gut as they’re transported to their so-called reward. Faces reveal themselves as they enter: she recognizes a few, to her dismay. , , , , and , among others. Her two inmates are strangers, but they’re both lovely, and ’s compliment manages to bring the ghost of a smile to chapped lips.[break][break]

”Neither do you,” she replies quietly. ”You’re…Ameena? A-and so you must be -“[break][break]

She quiets rather abruptly as the line moves, and she’s pulled forwards towards the mask. Though apprehensive, those who have looked into it before seem unharmed; in fact, some look elated. Surely it’s all a fantasy, but the promise of something good amongst this horror show is too enticing for her to protest against.[break][break]

The visions that she sees are relatively simple. And that is, perhaps, what makes them so devastatingly enticing. Luka sees herself, but she’s not alone. There’s a diamond on her finger and a figure holding her. Her family- her father- and countless friends are gathered around her. There’s no conflict, no strife, no hint of endless warring factions or existential horrors. The scene is so peaceful and serene that it almost brings her to tears.[break][break]

She staggers back from it, but the simple relief she had felt does not fade quickly. She’s still in a bit of a daze as they’re shuffled off towards the showers, the face of her imagined beloved still fresh in her mind; a perfect amalgamation of all her simple-minded daydreams.[break][break]

It’s the spray of hot water that snaps her out of it, though only slightly. The others around her disrobe, and there’s no real shame in it, but Luka keeps her uniform on as they shower. It’s comforting, somehow, to cling to the last shreds of dignity that a few threadbare pieces of clothing can provide. She keeps her eyes on the floor, watching scalding water swirl around her feet, and scrubs at the fabric along with her skin.[break][break]

A fragment of the toxic chain has wrapped around her ring finger. She tries her best to ignore it.[break][break]

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- stares into the mask[break]
- sees a very simple vision of herself happily married[break]
- toxic chain manifests around her ring finger[break]
- keeps her uniform on bc shes a coward :pensiveass:[break]



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lou

harper beck
they/he
twenty-nine
august 11
stow-on-side, galar
pansexual
forger
rocket admin
in any universe
you are my dark star
6'0 (it's 5'8) height
6'0 (it's 5'8) height
long black tulips, born in your blue tints. lemongrass eyelids, smoke in your slick lips.
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feel your dirty face[break]oh, don’t it leave that filthy taste?

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The problem with Fern Delaney is that they never really do know what it is they want.[break][break]
They are often an enigma, even to themself. Slave to the thrill of spontaneity and the chase of a fleeting desire as it comes to them. There, and then gone. A moment seized upon, or allowed to pass by. They say they want one thing, and often want the opposite. Still, they watch as tilts toward the mask, and does the same when their own time comes:[break][break]

Curious as to whether or not it will tell them what it is the Fern Delaney, that elusive bitch, wants the most:[break][break]


The contents of their mind unroll like a kaleidoscope—split facets that reflect a litany of potential.[break][break]

They are, after all The Charlatan. [break][break]

They are fickle.[break][break]

They are mercurial.[break][break]

They are a liar and a fraud and an actor on a grand stage in an empty auditorium. They spin worlds where they ascend to power, and ones where they walk away from Rocket altogether.[break][break]

The only one there to hear their soliloquy of want and desire and the spew of conflicting whims and wants is themself.[break][break]

In every world they hold their leash. In every world they make the choice.[break][break]

They are multitudinous.[break][break]

And they do not know what it is they want—a frustrating thing as calm clashes with the chaos their soul reflects. They are on an empty stage in an empty auditorium, but they are in a hall of mirrors that reflects every version that they are and that they aren’t and what they could be and what they never will be.[break][break]

But what do they want?[break][break]

They wonder if they reach out and tap the glass, if it will reverberate down the line and hum with enough force that it will draw them to the core. The very center of it all.[break][break]

And what Fern finds is achingly sweet.[break][break]

Unexpectedly serene for someone so disordered and erratic.[break][break]

They don’t recognize the children—lost to the recesses of a memory and a world that never really existed. They do not know their names, but the feeling runs so deep. Theirs. A garden they grew, soil thick under their nails. And the King of Ballonlea, free of feline frigidity, having chased away the cold.[break][break]

Warm, yellow light. The curation of a life they were handed, but learned to choose for themself.[break][break]

Something they can’t quite get a handle on where it actually matters.[break][break]

Something—
[break][break]

When they lurch away from the glimmering mask, they are filled with ache. Culled of the everything the contain and left hollow with the knowing that at their core, there is surprisingly little. And yet. And yet, they wish to peer into the curvature of its interior again and fit the shape against their face. They want to repel from it, they want to to fall into it until they understand themself keenly and steadily. They want that that sugar cube sweetness melting on their tongue again.[break][break]

They want, as they often do, but they never know where to put it.[break][break]

With furrowed brows, they drift with the rest when they are ushered away. Uncharacteristically quiet as they comb through the tangle in their mind and grow frustrated with the effort. Not distraught, but contemplative in their silence. Every the self-centric, they pay little mind to the faces that filter in around them—both familiar and not. They observe the showers with a mute tilt of their head and then shed their clothing—tucking it neatly away before gravitating toward . Because he is the one steady thing they actually have in their grasp. [break][break]

If the chill were there, the scalding heat of the shower head would surely burn away the frost. There is only a steady familiarity in him that they haven’t seen in some time. No ice, no frostbitten hatred. They don’t speak, but the ache they’d left behind in the chamber gnaws itself in their chest again: bittersweet.[break][break]

There is truth here in the clarity they sense. There is a pretty lie in the same that sings from the mask they can’t walk back to. They harbor the same sentiment, but because Fern Delaney never really does know what Fern Delaney wants, they sway on the rope between truth and lie, waiting to tip over one way or the other when the line goes slack.[break]

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+ ok onto desire town[break]
+ not even fern really knows what fern wants (they want simplicity and stability)[break]
+ there’s some repressed Galar memories there they didn’t know still lingered, but it’s unfamiliar.[break]
+ follows to the shower, and yes, they are mcnakey

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Sylvie
she/her
27
July 6
Accumula Town
Bisexual
Spy
Grunt
5'9" height
5'9" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Sylvia looked on at the person who unabashedly opposed her decision to forsake the other parties here. The voice was familiar, none other than the muffled voice of Desiree Blooms!. But those eyes, those hateful, stinging glances that Sylvia just found herself adoring! She giggled gleefully after had finished with her scathing critique of their actions. Yet she wasn't hurt by them any. "Oooooh! I think I know you!~ But to answer you, I would do so! Gladly even~" she puffed her chest out, even behind the mask her words would no doubt sing praises of her righteous cause. There wasn't any malice or poison in her voice, just the sweetened and giddy voice of Rocket's very own revolutionary~ She had a bit of an audience now, and who was forced against their will to be within her vicinity, so why not gloat a little?

"You know what the actual beauty is in this big world of ours, my little songbird? It's not some cute little "inner beauty" you get from being a good person or fooling people about their hearts. It's struggle. Not in a dramatic way, but the hardships to change as a person. The little Dratini hatchling cracking the shell of its egg. The trainer down to their last Pokémon in a hopeless fight. The will to live and prosper beating out impossible odds." She smiled behind her mask and leaned in closer as a barely visible smugness could just barely be made out of her mask. "I want them to survive, but I won't just give it to them without seeing if they truly want it. Definitely more better than-"

Her rant was put to an end by one of the guards throwing one of the bowls from a cell at her head, disabling her for a short while. The smashing of the metal against metal had caused her mask to let out an intense vibration just as the results were given. It allowed herself to be thrown onto the platform as everybody else in the Dummy Ward soon met up with the people they had chosen collectively to save with. The other team, however, would vote to punish everybody else. And so it was written! She was picked up by Okidogi as the double vision in her head would shake her world.

"Hehe, now there's two dogs!" Sylvia came to just in time to smash into the sea of mochi below face first. It wasn't a whole lot to really be said from their task at hand. Clean the floor, simple enough. She brushed the mochi from her new clothing and soon felt the sudden whip of Ogrepon smash into her back. She was throwing forward and against one of the walls from the impact. She made a pained noise upon hitting the surface and forced herself back up with some time. "Gotta steal me one of those." she said to herself, continuing to clan in her own messy way. Sylvia would bunch some mochi in hand before throwing the balled up gunk into the bowl.

BjEKsOny

TL;DR:

  • Rants and rambles to before being silenced by a guard
  • Rides the elevator down with the doggo, then thrown into mochi!
  • Gets to cleaning up, but not before getting lashed by the other masked Pokémon.





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Captain

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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"Get up."
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She could see herself, alone, transversing lands familiar to only her worst nightmares. Large spears struck the ground around her steps up the mound of impaled bodies. The more she stared at their shadows, the more they gained meaning, taking the form of legends spanning stories across all mythologies.
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"If you're my better, than get up."
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Streaks of red cut through the rolling smog above, beating life into the world, like rushing blood. Penelope followed its trail, her body a singular spec against the wash of chaos.
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"I'm not dying alone."
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Here, discrimination held no place. Gods of both the heavens and earth were forced to bow down to the apex predator.
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"Get up."
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But who?
[break][break]

"GET UP!"
[break][break]

Rot was the first to greet her, the rush of its sharp sting quick to her nostrils like a beedrill laying claim with its drill. Slowly, the council readjusted on the soft cushion of mochi and decay, eyes gouging her surroundings for information. People were cleaning, like before, and -- was that ? Dried lips part without a plan, then close.
[break][break]

What was the point of gratitude here?
[break][break]

Protected by 's marriage to duty, at the center of the mound Penelope sat herself, refusing to move with the rest of the ward, defiance clear with every slow-moving crawl of her arm reaching to the hollowed bodies sprawled between the mounds of mochi. Their pale skin sang out a harrowing keening, their emptied gazes a swallowing tale of a dying light. If not for the exhaustion, rage would've surely overthrown all other senses. But, right now, for Penelope, there was no difference between their stilled hearts and her stilted state of being.
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Gingerly, with the touch of kin, her fingers would dig into the spaces below their individual masks, flicking them off. Revealing what was hidden.
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- Is dragged to mochi land by pookie [break]
- sees FUTURE TERMINAL in her sleepies :( [break]
- wakes up in mochi land [break]
- DOESN'T HELP CLEAN!!!! [break]
- sits at the center, protected by pookie <3 [break]
- flips off the masks of the corpse around her, examining them
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silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
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POSTED ON Apr 23, 2024 7:06:26 GMT
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UGLY WARD


REMOVING THE MASK SETS CERTAIN BOUNDARIES IN STONE. the sharp distinction in his glare contrasts the empty lull she’s () seen in him for so long. he is no longer lost. painfully aware of where his allegiances lie and how much his safety depends on it.

that’s where he draws the line.

no conflict. no combat. just an eye that does not trust or offer clemency when forced into uncertainty. words spoken through expression are left silent as they march one by one, to peer into the WELLSPRING MASK.

silence is his greatest weapon now. he wields it like before. calculating. duplicitous in a way that has been absent from his features and effort since the new year began.

his turn comes and he complies with a soft, “tch.

what he views, makes him an honest man. fernando’s greatest desire? what he wants most in the future? a simple, peaceful life. one where his role is unneeded from hoenn. where he can step down because there are more capable hands. his destiny is his own, fueled by his passion, carried on by his whim.

, their TOP CHAMPION, commandeers the battlefield, issuing order down the TOXIC CHAIN of command.

and , are bound by to their desk. busy. always. but not under the duress of a region under siege. arguments over menial decisions, such as whether their priority should be repairing CYCLING ROAD over building accessibility installations to the GREAT CHASM is what causes them to bud heads.

the laboratory of and now researches out of curiosity and wonder rather than necessity. a place of great discovery, second only to SILPH CO.

a fantasy that spurs an itch he cannot scratch.

an urge that no amount of boiling water can numb. his skin flushes red and his hair falls flat against his face. this time, he does not stare at empty tiles. he is in the zone. unashamed and unabashed by his nudity or of those around him. a lecherous eye works double time, doing a soft head count and familiarizing him with those he knows.

keep your head up,” are sure words of reassurance.

their positions have swapped. this time, freya will find his spirit reinvigorated. what was once a flaccid answer meant to divert attention away from his shame, is now commanded by a girth of experience. the only thing harder than his tenacity is the malice brewing behind narrowed eyebrows.

we will attain our future.

fernando is too self centered to make the connection between their personal desires and what they saw. not even a crumb of critical thought goes into freya’s daydream. but why should it? the only king here is the one beside her.

already influenced by the throbbing TOXIC CHAIN hanging at length.

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- fernando expresses disdain toward post reveal but just keep to the LEAGUERS
- remain silent and subservient
- his WELLSPRING MASK desire is what he has always claimed: a peaceful hoenn that doesn't require him to step up
- enters the shower
- tells they will earn their vision
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SHIV

GONGAGER
he/him
25
October 13
GONGAGA
gongaga-romantic
gongager
gongago
me?
gongaga
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808 height
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RAID EVENT



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Loyal Three Theme


CLEAN UP


IN THE FEEDING PIT, the prisoners of the Dummy and Weakling wards struggle to scoop wet mochi leftovers into the central bowl. The released creature, blinded by the TOXIC CHAINS wrapped around its head, wreaks havoc in the dark.[break][break]

As the floor is plucked clean, prisoners struggle to survive the rampage. The beast is relentless. Any mochi thrown or offered by the likes of , and is unable to be received by it; there is chance of the creature seeing it—or even eating it, for its entire head is obscured.[break][break]

Throughout the muck, acts of selflessness come at the expense of close calls or brutal pain. protects , while incurs a harsh beating for .[break][break]

Some wonder if this is the manageable punishment... then what would have been its more severe, dangerous iteration?[break][break]

Among the morbid leftovers, finds no liquid metal. No off-red fur. No Pokemon parts... and after suggests they restrain the rampaging beast with their chains, the opportunity never comes.[break][break]

The floor is cleaned. Those who have attempted to pilfer any human remains would find that there are no bones. Nothing that can be used as a tool or sharpened; everything is mush and soft like baby food.[break][break]

The beast cries, its unique voice echoing though stifled: "GRAH! PON! PON!" Chains emerge from the darkness on one end of the wall. They wrap around the monster and yank it back to where it came. The sound of sliding door closing.[break][break]

From the ceiling, sprinklers emerge. From above, that same familiar voice and snickering of wardens: "your shower."[break][break]

A glass slides over the bowl, sealing its content shut. Cold, bone-chilling waters grace their bruises and sores. The deluge seems endless. Those who wish to strip and scrub themselves more thoroughly may—but the waters are piercing enough, the fabrics thin enough, to render the skin clean.

DISADVANTAGE & DESPAIR


AS A RESULT OF THE PREVIOUS ROUND the following characters must roll with DISADVANTAGE (roll two times; the lower roll is used) until instructed otherwise. The disadvantage on rolls reflects their physical injuries and/or their despairing spirit[break][break]



ANOTHER SLIDING DOOR OPENS ON THE OPPOSITE WALL the beast had emerged from. Everyone's TOXIC CHAINS tighten as the OKIDOGI & MUNKIDORI leap into the wet pit. They herd you all through the door... and the sliding door on the opposite side of the room opens too. [break][break]

The beast reemerges as the glass dome slides back to expose the bowl of its collected, flabby mochi. Before the sliding doors close on the WEAKLING & DUMMY WARD PRISONERS, those who look back may witness the TOXIC CHAINS pulling away from its face. Though the face can not be distinguished, orange "skin" can be seen before it buries its head into the bowl, engorging itself upon its contents.[break][break]

As the OKIDOGI & MUNKIDORI prod and push the prisoners down the hallway, they would be able to see odd, fleshy tubes, like large girthy worms or waterslide tubes, ribbed and grotesque, occasionally jutting out of the walls. They curl out from the ceiling and curve back into the wall or floor; occasionally, you see them pulse as if giving birth. There is something below this floor...[break][break]

The hallway seems endless too. Doors slide open continuously, revealing the same repeating designs: a surreal, hypnotic journey to what is seemingly nowhere... But, the corridor eventually ends. Your wardens bring you back to a platform that ascends and returns you all to your wards. New prison garbs are given to you all by the DESIGNATED MEGALOPOLAN SPEAKERS in exchange for your old ones. They are freshly pressed. Peach scented. How kind. How merciful.


THE CHAMBER OF DESIRES


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Crystal Pool - Teal Mask OST
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VIEWING INTO THE MASK is an overwhelming sensory overload. However, the human mind knows how to adapt. Imagination, fantasy, all becomes real in the kaleidoscopic auditorium that surrounds your exposed face. In some twisted sense, those who peer through the WELLSPRING MASK experience what it is like to TERASTALLIZE.[break][break]

However, , , , , , , sense the smallest thread of skepticism after their visions. Regardless, it is not enough to break them entirely of their fantastical desire. Despite their resistance—and they are blessed to have the thinnest thread of resistance in this waking world—the belief that they too can acquire their desires through the TOXIC CHAIN is strong and beating like the hardiest heart.[break][break]

Velmos waves goodbye and the TOXIC CHAIN latches back onto his mouth.

DISADVANTAGE & DESPAIR


AS A RESULT OF THE PREVIOUS ROUND the following characters must roll with DISADVANTAGE (roll two times; the lower roll is used) until instructed otherwise. The disadvantage on rolls reflects their physical injuries, their despairing spirit, and/or their deluded state caused by the Chamber of Desires.[break][break]



AFTER THE HOT SHOWER, those in the UGLY WARD are granted fresh Kitakami-styled uniforms in exchanged for their dingy old attire. As FEZANDIPITI leads them through another hallway, the prisoners pass by another chamber before their return to the UGLY WARD. [break][break]

There, Megalopolans are hard at work. They carry the crates containing the POLISHED TERA SHARDS and sort them by color. On the walls, three masks can be seen, suspended by TOXIC CHAINS. There is one partially completed green one, one partially completed grey one, and one completed red one.[break][break]



They are in various states of completion. Several Megalopolans painstakingly place TERA SHARDS onto the masks by way of Megalopolan technology, claw-like tools. The grabbers are precise, their digits gentle enough to not damage the shards, but strong enough to ensure a secure hold on their smooth facets.[break][break]



Eventually, everyone is returned to the UGLY WARD by a descending platform.


GOOD NIGHT


THERE IS NO MORE WORK FOR THE REST OF THE "DAY". When you enter your wards, your TOXIC CHAINS immediately connect back to your cell entrances... and reel you back in like helpless Magikarp. The chains solidify back into bars to keep you entrapped in your cold cages.[break][break]

However, another serving of mochi is generously provided. You must eat to conserve strength. To survive. Leftovers are taken. Tossed into the hole back into the FEEDING PIT the DUMMY & WEAKLING WARDS have cleaned.[break][break]

Eventually, the OKIDOGI, MUNKIDORI, FEZANDIPITI, and MEGALOPOLAN GUARDS announce it is time for sleep. A mysterious crystalline noise, the same one heard when the WELLSPRING MASK was peered into, brings the platform to each ward. Your captors leave your wards for the night. However, above, on the ceiling of each ward, the TERA CRYSTALS glow ominously: a prismatic panopticon.[break][break]

There is only one cot, though the floor—or cold toilet seat could suffice.[break][break]

... ... ...
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Art by @icestardragonhc on Tumblr
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You wake up, but not in prison. But in a dream. You find yourself in the grand city of ULTRA MEGALOPOLIS. One bright, brilliantly lit. A neon city filled with friendly Megalopolan civilians—but no Pokemon. No Ultra Beasts.[break][break]

However... this dream is like no other. You will quickly find that this is a collective dream. One dreamed by those present on the ship. If you can, you can find each other, regardless of your separated wards, in the narrow alleys, the businesses, the skyscrapers and smaller homes. The dream seems incredibly real, but any script or written text is unintelligible... A dream's vagueness obscures details and smooths over true specifics of Megalopolan life. But one thing is clear: this is an Ultra Megalopolis in its prime—or one that is strongly desired.[break][break]

Should you search for your Pokemon, you will be able to find them throughout the city in odd, empty daycares with glass displays. These glass displays are filled with strange fluid, and they remain, suspended within it, unconscious and bobbing. Any attempts to wake them or break the glass will be met with failure.[break][break]

In this world, you are unbound by the influence of the TOXIC CHAIN; however, any other influences can return if desired. Curiously, can not help but feel as if something is amiss, like a clock-hand ticking back and forth in the back of her brain.[break][break]

PROMPT


FOR THIS ROUND, your characters will be able to interact with each other in the dream world of a thriving ULTRA MEGALOPOLIS. Some of the Megalopolans in the dreamscape can be recognized as being some of the guard, or the designated speaker.[break][break]

When confronted, they will state that THEY DO NOT WANT TO BE TOXIC CHAINED—and that they DO NOT KNOW WHO THE NEVER-ROT IS OR HOW THEY GOT THERE.. You may ask them questions, but not all questions may be answered specifically in the next mod post.

FOR THIS ROUND, YOU MAY POST TWICE.[break]
DO NOT ROLL IN YOUR POST.



There is little time in this world. Eventually, you must[break][break]

wake up.




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]

[break][break]

[break][break]

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]

[break][break]

[break][break]

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]

[break][break]

[break][break]

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.
  • [break]
  • only ONE POKEMON can be out at a time (when applicable).
  • [break]
  • please provide a tl;dr &/or bold moves/abilities/items used with each post.
  • [break]
  • 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.
  • [break]
  • 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!
  • [break]
  • 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.
  • [break]
  • more rules may be specified in the actual event thread.
  • [break]


IMPORTANT NOTICE:


FOR THIS ROUND, YOU DO NOT NEED TO ROLL.[break][break]
YOU CAN POST TWO TIMES MAX.[break][break]

has missed TWO ROUNDS. has missed ONE ROUND. Missing AT LEAST THREE ROUNDS will result in no rewards; however, due to the setting and scenario, characters will not be retconned from the event.



DEADLINE


APRIL 27TH, 11:59PM PST.


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Kost

Dragon-hooded girl
she/her
21
August 10
Fallarbor Town, Hoenn
Asexual
Minor Gym Leader
Ace (Civilian)
5'11" (180 cm) height
5'11" (180 cm) height
I wanna become a Pokémon!
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Andrea Vaneau
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POSTED ON Apr 23, 2024 10:20:49 GMT
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Neither her pleas nor ’s kindness managed to quell the ogre’s violence. Its suffocating chains had turned that poor child into a mindless, savage beast. It made Andrea despise their captors even more. “Let her go…” She hissed, still in great pain.
[break][break]
An ice-cold shower was the sole ‘mercy’ they incurred in this hellish pit. Willing herself to sit up as if running on fumes, the dragon maiden slid out of the tattered upper half of her uniform. The allure of fair skin was marred by a host of bruises and fresh wounds. It was an unsightly thing.
[break][break]
There, as blood and muck were washed off her topless frame by piercing, frigid water, the girl belted out a gut-wrenching wail--a sad mixture of agony and despair.
[break][break]
“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP US!! ANYONE!!”
[break][break]
Even her utterly despondent cry for help was silenced by the water that slipped into her irremovable mask, causing her to choke. Soon, she was dragged back to the elevator along with the other inmates--a broken, half-naked, wretched mess. A forced meal of mochi and a change of clothes were hardly the salvation she yearned for.
[break][break]
The dummies were ushered back into their inescapable cages. Their work was done, for now. Tomorrow, the cycle of humiliation and abuse would begin anew. Again and again, until they ended up just like that boneless pile of viscera in the pit.
[break][break]
That night, Andrea would be consoled by her cellmate, . Later still, after finally drifting to sleep, she would find herself in an unfamiliar, dreamlike place…





NOTES


- Dummy ward[break]
- No Pokémon, no Sygna Suit[break]
- Disadvantaged (roll two times; the lower roll is used)[break]
- Andrea showers naked from the waist up[break]
- She screams for someone, anyone, to help them :catto:[break]
- Eats mochi, changes clothes, and goes back to her cell[break]
- Dream interactions will be made as separate threads






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ema

cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
single
5'3'' height
5'3'' height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Apr 23, 2024 11:20:00 GMT
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"Yeah, I've seen it in one of those RKS simulations I've done-" Cass replies to Knight after Thea's been tackled. She thinks back on the memories she's made with this creature back then, and ... she just couldn't believe it. She throws herself in harm's way, wishing for them not to harm any more, but it's only her who ends up motionless, knocked out.

Something stirs Cass, as she lays motionless after the beating. She's not sure if it's other prisoners or her friends, as she slowly comes to herself, bloddied now and with the numbing pain moving in waves from certain points - her stomach, her shoulder, some more that she can't pinpoint right now. She takes in a sharp breath, before being reminded of the task at hand - clean, clean. Standing cautiously, she turns around, finally snapping back into place.

(Something does, at least.)

"Thea- are you alright? Knight?" she asks, hurrying over to them, before also turning to - "Andrea- Andrea, are you ok-? That was- That was them from the simulation, right? What's-?" she continues her questioning, but ... she really isn't sure what kind of answers she would want. Part of her resigns itself to the clean-up duty again, her movements slow as she's unable to nurse her wounds. Now she's noticing, it's not only mochi remains that they're cleaning up. But, it's ... she finds herself squeezing, and doesn't meet any resistance.

There should be bones.

Are they dissolved- or taken? Turned to dust, and then? She stops the thought there.

It's when the creature is pulled away by chains that she rouses again, alarmed- "WAIT! No- don't!" she shouts, trying to grab the Ogerpon- but of course, she's way too far away, and her own Toxic Chain restricts her movements too much to do anything. She only watches in horror as they're pulled away to arceus-knows-where. (Or maybe Arceus doesn't.)

Her mind's then immediately caught in the icy bath, focusing everything back to her, but there's no escape from the water. She shivers uncontrollably, but she feels the piercing water clean her wounds, her general body from some grime by sheer force. After getting used to it even just a little bit, her now cleaned hands rise to grab her hair. She obviously doesn't have shampoo, but she massages it, gets out loose bits and oozes that's been caught in her hair over the course of the past hours.

"It'll take ages to have it recover from all that ..." she murmurs, finding a piece of herself amongst nothing. A thought for another day that's normal; that's not here, imprisioned. But for now, she taps her friends to get their attention, rubbing their shoulders a bit for some warmth to be immediately taken by the freezing water. "Do you want me to help wash your hair, too?" she asks, disregarding the fact that there's no shampoo here - she'd just be sorting it out a bit, removing the dirt that's clinging to it. But better than nothing, and it's just ... a moment to breathe in icy mist.

The prison routine continues on as they're herded back. She can't help but look back - then shudder.

The creature is back. They've released it again, and it feasts on the things they've cleaned up. She winces, not because of the grotesque scene - she is once more reminded of the absence of her Trubbish, and averts her gaze again. At least the creature won't starve, for better or worse.

The grotesque continues on as they walk through seemingly endless hallways. She'd lean on Thea or Knight for support, and also to support - she eyes Thea worryingly, knowing that she's been dealt a really hard blow as well. Her gaze wanders from her companions to ... everything else. Pulsating, fleshy tubes. As if giving birth. Something below here ... something's going on, but she can't tell what it might be. She finds her eyes fixed on some of the tubes, trying to discern what's moving inside - or maybe, she's better off not knowing ...

tl;dr dummy ward
- (callback, answers knight's question, then is hit)
- is knocked "out" for a bit before recovering a bit
- asks knight and thea if they're alright; turns to andrea to ask about ogerpon
- gets to clean-up work, avoids more major injuries, notices the lack of bones or anything solid
- shouts after opgerpon as it's pulled away, tries to follow but her toxic chains restrains her
- gets cleaned up by the icy shower, takes extra effort to clean up her hair
- walking through the hallway back; leans on thea or knight
- stares at the fleshy tubes, wondering, tries to figure out what they might contain
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The Devourer
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36
January 8
Lavender Town, Kanto
heterosexual
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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Zev Harcourt
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POSTED ON Apr 23, 2024 12:59:47 GMT
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's slight nod, followed by the apologetic look that briefly flashed over her face, was the only warning Zev received before she assumed their joint deception. Without missing a beat, he scowled at her. [break][break]

"That's not my problem." His tone was scathing, indicative of a man spurned. "Just stay out of my way and keep your fucking mouth shut. It's bad enough we have to share a cell." [break][break]

He made a point not to look at her in the shower as he came out of the vision-induced reverie. A persistent feeling in the back of his mind left him feeling like something about the vision was amiss, but he couldn't place his finger on it. [break][break]

Zev's pensive attitude continued even as they donned new clothing and returned to their cells, lending him a brooding air that only enhanced his seeming hostility toward Nenet. [break][break]

When it was time to sleep, he eyed the single cot. It was large enough to fit both of them if they cuddled together, but choosing that would destroy their established façade. So, continuing to ignore his wife, Zev settled on the floor, his back pointed toward her. [break][break]

He'd slept on worse surfaces before. [break][break]

For a long time, he remained awake and alert, watching for any movement in the other cells or in the common space between them. But eventually, sleep took hold, and he fell into darkness.



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– Zev is in the UGLY WARD.[break]
– Upholds the lie that he and Nenet broke up by talking to her harshly.[break]
– Chooses to sleep on the floor so that Nenet can sleep on the cot.


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January 9th
Hammerlocke
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Ignoring the pain was easy. He was used to pain. To the point that the beating he had received courtesy of the creature was nothing but a dull ache, getting back to work was easy for the most part. What would actually hinder him was the dizziness that had sprung up. Either due to the blood he had managed to lose during the beating or due to hitting his head a second time,.
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He closed his eyes briefly in hopes of dispelling his dizziness, only to immediately open them when he heard the creatures cry. A bit wary of it going on another rampage, he looked around warily, only to see it getting yanked to who knows where by chains that had wrapped around it.
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“Not fair,” he mumbled, shaking his head at the audacity of the wardens, only to wince slightly as his vision swam.
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Taking a deep breath, he was about to take a look around when they were told they were to get a shower. That was all the warning they received before they were hit by a torrent of ice-cold water. As the water battered his wounded torso, he ground his teeth together.
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Soon enough, not as quick as he would like, their so-called shower was over. Before he could recover from their so-called shower, the chains around his neck tightened, making his hands immediately shoot towards his neck before he realized the chains hadn’t tightened enough to cut off his air flow. Grudgingly, he allowed his hands to fall back to his side without even touching the chain before allowing himself to be herded through another door that had seemingly appeared.
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Being the cautious person he was, as they were led through the door, he started to look around as he walked. Having looked back at the creature, he noticed that whatever mochi slop they had cleaned up had been given to the creature to eat. The idea made him inwardly cringe, and he immediately turned away.
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To distract himself, he allowed his gaze to wander as they were led down the hallway. Noticing the fleshy tubes, he couldn’t help but get a bad feeling. Tearing his gaze, he from then on decided to look straight ahead. Though it wasn’t like they had much further to go, it was almost like right after he had decided not to look around, they were being herded back onto the platform.
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Before being shoved onto the platform, they were given fresh clothes. Deciding he would find a time to change later, he held onto the clothes as he allowed himself to be herded back onto the platform.
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Scared that he might see and sporting injuries of their own, he didn’t try and look around. Not that he was a hundred percent sure they were down here with him. Perhaps it had just been people that sounded like them. Fear of being proven right that they were here with him was another reason that kept him from looking around.
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Eventually they would be returned to their cells, their chains immediately latching back onto the cell door. Putting aside the dry clothes, he immediately turned to his cellmate. “Are you badly hurt? I tried to check you over earlier,” he admitted, his own sustained injuries ignored in favor of making sure his cellmate was okay.
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After getting an answer, he would speak up once more. “You should change out of those wet clothes; it wouldn’t do to get sick on top of everything else. I’ll turn my back on you and give you some privacy,” he said before turning away from her. It would only be when he was sure she wasn’t looking herself that he would change his own clothes.
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Of course, with the fabric being plastered on some of his injuries, changing was harder than it probably should be, but he managed it. After getting changed into dry clothes, he would eat a bit of mochi, not like he really had any choice, and wait until his hair had dried some before laying on the ground.
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Of course he would try and stay awake, wary of having his usual nightmares, but without coffee, it was a losing battle, and soon enough, without meaning to, he would nod off.[break]

[attr="class","oocnotes"] + TL;DR: Can ignore pain but struggles with dizziness [break] Worries about rather the dizziness is caused by blood loss or a concussion [break] Feels bad for the Ogerpon [break] Doesn’t care for the cold shower [break] Sees a lot of stuff he wishes he didn’t while being led back to the platform [break] To afraid of people he knows having been subjected to a beating to look around [break] inquires about his cellmates wellbeing after being returned to their cells [break] decides changing clothes would be for the best [break] tried to fight off sleep but can’t[break] sleeping on the floor since he’s to much of a gentleman to make a woman sleep on the floor (not that he would choose any differently if that wasn’t the case) [break][break] Description of injuries: cut palms (self inflicted), broken arm, a few bruised and cracked ribs, welts and cuts on torso and arms, a concussion (minor), blood loss (minor, mochi helped with this though)



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