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circhester, galar
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the harbinger
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6'3" height
6'3" height
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
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POSTED ON Apr 29, 2024 17:05:47 GMT
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Routine brings monotony, brings despair.[break][break]

With each day that passes, the likelihood of escape wanes. Yet though Cillian is aware of this, he does not allow himself to lose hope...[break][break]

... until when walking the dreamscape, and choosing this time to explore the buildings rather than the city's streets, he comes upon a sight that strikes him through with horror.[break][break]

"No," he mumbles, shaking his head as if to physically force the sight from his mind.[break][break]

But when he refocuses his gaze, SHADOW LUGIA remains in stasis. Unresponsive, even when he calls out to her or bangs on the glass. Though his powers function normally in this strange shared dream, his psychic connection with his patron returns nothing but silence.[break][break]

"They can't have got you, too." His voice trembles treacherously. "This has to be a lie."[break][break]

But they've worn him down through labour and laughter. He has been reminded how WEAK he is, how powerless. His broken ribs have not been allowed to heal, for the times that his ward are sent down into the pits bring fresh kicks and pain.[break][break]

Numbly, he wanders the dreamscape and finds other Pokemon, too. Dhelmise. Breloom. Sandslash.[break][break]

Azelf?[break][break]

It stands out in contrast, as it was no Pokémon of his. He remembers seeing the being of WILLPOWER as the first dream had faded.[break][break]

Was that some kind of sign?[break][break]

Azelf is similarly unresponsive. It does not stir within its tank, but its mere presence ignites the flame of Cillian's own WILL. He has been through too much to let something so trivial as this break him down.[break][break]

He sits with Azelf for a time, gathering his mental strength, and then he goes in search of ROCKETS. Though the wording of his interaction with each individual he found would be different, the overall message would be the same throughout the following nights:[break][break]

Stay strong. Don't lose hope. We WILL get out of here.[break][break]

TOGETHER.[break][break]

Alone, perhaps, Cillian Quinn was weak. But there was strength in numbers, and for the glory of Team Rocket, he would find STRENGTH.

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WEAKLING WARD[break]
MAIN ACTION to focus on DREAMS[break][break]
Seeing Lugia in suspension nearly breaks his spirit, but he visits Azelf and stubbornly retains his WILLPOWER[break]
Seeks out other Rockets in the dream to remind them to stay strong as well; ever the underboss


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june 8
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Her cell is especially cold and isolating after meeting Amor in her dreams. She knows he is out there in this prison, but the knowledge makes her feel bitter. She wants her allies. She does not want these strangers. She wants Lulu to study the Megalopolan city dreamscape, but she has no chance of making a single successful move until she finishes surviving. [break][break]

It's a harrowing thought. [break][break]

Her mood sours further as the deities take action. "Fezandipiti," she repeats after the chant ends. It summons bile. She has to screw her eyes shut and clutch against the wall, hoping she doesn't throw up with this suffocating mask on her face, as she will surely suffocate. The thought is so visceral, so real, she finds herself choking for an insane second before she comes back to herself. She has never taken a knee before a pokemon, and she will not be bested by one now. [break][break]

If Fezandipiti is a god of the caliber of Groudon and Necrozma, then this is her object lesson. Too many of her peers have tried to warn her about the rising threats and growing strong in the face of it; now, her survival is everything. [break][break]

"Both of you. told me about how tera crystals impact dreams. Our collective dream last night about Megalopolis is because of the Megalopolan desires. If we all desire and dream to be free, the tera crystals can create a collective reality... well, let us not get into the finer details. Try it, will you? Both of you? I need you to want to be free more than anything you have ever wanted." Amor was not the dream scientist of the two of them, but his prior experience was evidence enough that this could work again.

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The emptiness of the rooms that she peered into was yet another reminder of how empty she felt while looking into the eyes of all the others- all the victims, all her loves, and all those that had once channeled bitter malice. It was beginning to feel impossible to save and covet each one of them; she wished to, but with each moment she felt she was beginning to have an upper hand in doing so, another appeared and brought an additional crack in her already fractured heart. The cries of the unknown were nearly missed due to the echoing of hers after being made to depart from 's grasp.. but she heard them.[break][break]

She wished to see them, too- to allow whatever it may have been to know that it was not alone in the dread that it experienced. "It's okay.. to cry," she spoke into the dream-lit universe, ".. it means we have some of what we need sticking around.. even after it all.." A safe feeling, a release that was all the more needed- especially as she could not recall if she had cried when the toxic chain had taken control of her the first time, but assumed that she had not.[break][break]

As the dream ended, she flung from her uncomfortable spot on the floor and attempted to near as a means to convey anything she may have seen that he may have not. "There was nothing behind the walls, Pamplemousse," she said softly, hushed by fear that she may be speaking words that should have been left unsaid in the eyes of their captors, ".. just tears.. from someone- or something I could not see.. and someone I love that exists upon the ugly.." That, in itself, was too much to unpack- especially as she could not retreat into her arms, something her soul craved above all. All she could retreat into was the chewing of the poison, the mochi.[break][break]

"Is that what.. the red-haired woman is to you, too?" Something further to fight for, another wonder egg that had yet to fragment, one that needed to be sure to hatch on the outside. She wished to embrace him as a means to give her cellmate further hope, even if it felt as if it were trickling out from the remnants in a far too-dried chalice- but the game of laughing began, and he was selected. Pain did not have a chance to take root at the sight, the snatching- for she was to chant and giggle against her will, rather.[break][break]

What would be next, being forced to attempt to slaughter like the last time? After the laughing hour had ceased and they had been put to work once more, she approached as a means to give sorry- and some strength too, even if it were just through a simple hand resting upon Pamplemousse's shoulder for a small, fleeting moment. She worked until hours became days, and days became a week- giving all she could, loyally eating the mochi provided as a means to preserve her body.[break][break]

"I'd never willingly laugh at a soul forced to endure mistreatment," she said to Jack sometime during their lengthy stay, softly, having been forced to relive it each time, ".. but we can laugh with the others, we can cry with them.. too.. we can kill with them when the time comes.. if it ever comes.."[break][break]

If it ever comes- time melds until she is eventually led into the Chamber of Desires, the place that she once wished to go to as a means for a reward for her beautiful, exquisite behavior. The Wellspring Mask had a draw like none other; it reminded her of gazing at the draconid temple after the smashing of her rocks, looking into the eyes of her beloved, staring into the hole at the tip of the needle.[break][break]

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The visions danced with all the colors of the rainbow, a kaleidoscope of wavering lights forming curtains around an endless expanse of swirling ivies and roses following suit. Desiree existed on a stage much like the pedestal that sat in the middle of the ward.. though instead of cells, chairs stretching as far as the eye could see hosted the faces of every soul that had ever left a beautiful impression on her soul. They clapped as she spun through the skies, the toxic chain hoisting her body as it gracefully twirled like an aerial burlesque dancer swinging upon a ribbon of magenta- a song that should have been hers played as they smiled and laughed, held together by chains of the same likeness.[break][break]

"Love is in the world once more, the truest facet!"[break][break]

Everyone cheered, even herself- she continued to spin as radiant petals fluttered downward from the pink skies, a lone one landing on her belly. It seemed to be enlarged, a slit opened from her dress revealing it alongside twin moons adorning the skin. In a world where peace and love flourished, strangely enough through the embracing of the toxic chain, she was finally able to settle down. To be a mother rather than a warrior, something she had never imagined in her wildest dreams solely due to the battles she had endured since her eyes had truly opened to the world.[break][break]

Was this.. a blessing in disguise, after all?[break][break]

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♡ the emptiness of the dream world reminds her of how she feels when looking into the eyes of those made to don chains. ♡[break]
♡ tries to speak to the faceless crying that she could only hear rather than see. ♡[break]
♡ communicates what she saw to jack & asks about aurelie. ♡[break]
♡ tries to give subtle reassurance to jack after laughy & gets to work. ♡[break]
♡ during this period of time, works to the best of her ability & eats mochi whenever offered to preserve herself- to save those she loves. ♡[break]
♡ talkies to jack a lil more to make light of situation, even if she feels dead. ♡[break]
♡ main action: CHAMBER OF DESIRES. ♡[break]
♡ has a vision of her surrounded by every immaculate soul, aerial burlesque dancing from a toxic chain rather than a ribbon. love is her desire- and it has taken over the world, hand in hand with the toxic chain. she can finally settle down-.. and become mother. ♡

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Dragon-hooded girl
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August 10
Fallarbor Town, Hoenn
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Ace (Civilian)
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5'11" (180 cm) height
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Andrea Vaneau
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Upon waking up from the dream, the throbbing pain and bone-chilling cold came back twofold, rendering her whole body wobbly and numb. The dragon maiden accidentally elbowed while trying to get up from their shared cot. “Ugh… S-sorry…”
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It was customary to say ‘Good Morning’ at the beginning of a new day, but the mornings in the Dummy Ward were anything but good. Slave labor, punishment, and ridicule became their everyday routine. Andrea did not try to steal again. She had learned her lesson the first time.
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When lunchtime came, her abusers taunted her with the tantalizing, mouth-watering smell of mochi. Mochi that she greedily devoured. It was enough to fool her hunger, but never to sate it. As the days passed, she began to fantasize about eating a hamburger or a steak instead, which only made her feel more unfulfilled.
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Her once healthy and robust body slowly wasted away from mistreatment and undernourishment. That stupid mask did a good job of hiding her pallid complexion and sunken eyes. Every day spent without her Pokémon made her increasingly worried about their fate, further deteriorating her mental state.
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If there was one thing that kept her going, it was thinking about the green-clad ogre. If they could somehow free it from its Toxic Chain entanglement, it could perhaps aid their prison break. With the passage of time, that vain hope became an unhealthy obsession--her very own ‘Chamber of Desires’.
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Each session in the feeding pit left Andrea more bruised and battered than the last, as she continuously threw herself in front of the rampaging Oni in an attempt to pacify its blind rage. Her very niche talent of perfectly mimicking the ogre’s cry became her calling card.
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“PON! PON! PON!” The eccentric girl latched onto the ogre’s vines, letting it drag her along the filthy, mushy pit. Her hands bled from thorns breaking her skin, yet she refused to let go. Every time she pulled this reckless stunt, she was able to hold on a little longer thanks to the ogre growing more tired.
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And every time, she recited a variation of the same heartfelt appeal. “I know you can hear me! You don’t have to be the never-rot’s slave! Let us help you! We can escape this Hell together! And then we could be friends! There are good humans down here who won’t care that you’re an Oni! You’ll never get chased out of festivals again!”



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- No Pokémon, no Sygna Suit[break]
- Despairing disadvantage (roll three times; the lowest roll is used)[break]
- Eats the mochi when served[break]
- Becomes increasingly unwell as the days pass[break]
- Becomes obsessed with freeing Ogerpon[break]
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Elly, El
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December 24
Hammerlocke, Galar
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Galarian Ambassador
Rustboro Captain
Cadeyrn Osmond
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She relaxes when pulls her into a hug and the ambassador hugs him back. “I’m doing okay, cousin. Aside from that, I’m so glad you’re safe.” For how long they would be in this prison, the diplomat hopes that they could get some information on how to bring their Pokemon back from their confinement. She’ll see both and coming towards them as Remiel speaks to both of the women in asking why were the Dummy Ward punished more.[break][break]

“I see… So that is what happened during the voting process that we were not aware of.” She feels sorry for the Dummy Ward’s prisoners that had gotten the most punishment from the strange green creature, but that would make her resolved to work together in escaping too with their Pokemon. Hearing what Diana shares the workings of the Chamber of Desires, Elise takes note of it.[break][break]

The dream world that they were in drops out on them and the Johtian clothed diplomat is awake on the cot. When her blue haired cellmate is asleep on the floor, she slips out of bed and gets herself to the bars of the cell, only to find the humiliating display of the prisoners outside. She doesn’t want to laugh, but the toxic chain tickles her as she’s forced to laugh at it. The mochi on her plate would not go to waste as she eats it to retain her ‘morning’ energy.[break][break]

After the Laughing Hour, she helps the rest of her ward in breaking off the chunks of the Tera Crystals and put them in the cart. Once she is done, she’ll reward herself in going to the Chamber of Desires and looks through the Wellspring Mask…[break][break]

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Because of her wish for her country’s salvation and her wanting to be a part of it, Elise finds herself in the middle of city square, toward the entrance to the Calcifet Palace. The Galarian people in Hammerlocke pleading for her to help. Their tears were the result of the suffering from both the Prime Minister’s despotic rule and the aftermath of the Darkest Day. From looking at their suffering and pleads for help, the Galarian royal promises that she alone will save them.[break][break]

When she uses her influence and helps her people like a queen should, the royal ambassador ends up helping in the disaster relief herself and healing all of those who were weary of the Darkest Day’s aftermath’s wounded hearts. All across the kingdom, the princess is able to win back the trust that the Galarian people had lost a long while ago when the slander for her was still evident.[break][break]

It is apparent that like the legendary King of Bountiful Harvests who brought green across the Galarian wasteland centuries ago and had the people adore him as King of Galar, she aimed to bring back the faith of her people through Galar's salvation.[break][break]

When she returns to the gates’ entrance to the Calcifet Palace, the crowd of people surround her. Elise sees the smiles and cheers from the people as they praise her name and thank her. [break][break]

For the first time in ages after she had taken the post of Galarian Ambassador, the royal Galarian princess smiles too. Her smile is the most loveliest sight in the world and all of Galar.[break][break]

People had told her to think for herself. All Elise thinks about is the welfare of her country and her people because she’s selfless to a fault. That selflessness would be her bane, but she does not care much. As long as her country and her people are happy, it does not matter in the slightest over the feelings of a princess who tried so hard to be a benevolent ruler for the subjects she’ll gladly give her life for.[break][break]

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DarkWingsGod
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Grunt
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Andrew Fisher
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POSTED ON Apr 30, 2024 0:02:46 GMT
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Andrew woke up to find himself not only in the cot, but with Ettie on top of him. Upon realizing the situation, the streamer freaked out. "What the fuck!?", Andrew exclaimed, trying to scramble out of bed as quickly as he could.

When the mochi came, Andrew took his share, and ate it quietly. The Rocket Grunt tried to get his mind off of what happened, clearly not happy with Ettie's kind gesture.

If his trolls got a whiff of this, he'd never live it down. Those freaks were already more than happy to twist his words.

Upon being let out of the cell, Andrew watched as the humiliation ritual took place. The three unfortunate souls were playing a losing game, further humiliated by the forced jeering and chanting at their expense. Jeering which Andrew was forced to participate in, thanks to the poisons coursing through his system.

As bad as it was, Andrew was silently thankful that he wasn't the one on the receiving end of the humiliation ritual.

From there, what seemed like a week passed by. Wake up, eat, humiation ritual, work, aftermath, shower, another humiliation ritual, a second meal, then sleeping.

The day that the Dummy Ward was granted access to the Chamber of Desires was the best day. When it was finally his turn to peer into the Wellspring Mask, Andrew saw his desires.

Sitting on his throne, inside of his cliffside manor, the streamer was garbed in a finely tailored suit, with a Toxic Chain dangling proudly off of him. The entertainer presided over the punishment of a former fan, one who had 'betrayed' him, by talking shit behind his back in a chat server.

Upon sending him off, and handing one of his most loyal disciples the instrument of his punishment, the streamer listened to the anguished cries of the traitor. It was then that two older women, both garbed in formal attire, were escorted into his chamber.

The mother of , and a woman who he imagined to be the mother of .

As Andrew wrapped an arm around the mother of Desiree, and the chain around the waist of the presumed mother of Violet, Andrew escorted them to his bedroom, as the traitor was carried to the cliff, to be chucked down the waterfall.

It was then that Andrew figured that the Toxic Chain was the key to his Emerald City.


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Andrew eats Mochi
Andrew mocks the victims of the Laughing Hour
Andrew gets to work
Andrew sees his desire at the Chamber of Desires


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Shred
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POSTED ON Apr 30, 2024 1:16:04 GMT
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[googlefont=Rubik Burned]Before you know it, the dream ends, and you're awake once more.

Back, trapped within this nightmarish prison. Back, trapped in your husk of a body. Back, with no escape in sight. The Toxic Chain around your neck and yesterday's wounds upon your skin. Part of you wants to shut your eyes once more. To try desperately to return to the dream. To do anything to escape your shackles, no matter how temporary the respite may be.

But it's not all bad, is it? Lulu is still here, beside you. There's others, too, in your ward and beyond it. and and and and even more besides. None of you are alone. You're all in this together.

Or so you think.

You barely even have time to eat your mochi before some new grotesque spectacle begins. , , and are all pulled from their cells, and for a moment, you're simply glad that it isn't you who's being punished. But irony is a bitch, and just as soon as relief comes, it's taken away, and you find yourself being dragged out, too. Made to participate in this "laughing hour".

You don't have it in you to struggle. Not anymore. Not after what they did to Meltan.

The task given to you is simple - Lift the curious boulder in front of you. A strange and misshapen thing, a far cry from the familiar Tera Crystals your peers are made to contend with. Yet your lack of knowledge only breeds false optimism, a foolish hope that it'll be lighter than it appears. Yet, as you make to lift it up, you find that it's just as heavy as it seems to be. No matter how hard you try, you can't get it to budge, but the moment you stop trying, the noose around your neck tightens. You try, and your muscles scream. You stop, and your breath is stolen. You try, and your palm bleed. You stop, and your neck cracks.

And then, the laughter starts.

Mocking, biting, derisive laughter. The speaker decrees you weak, and the raucous uproar can only mean agreement. You try desperately to prove them wrong, to prove your strength, to pick up the boulder and hold it high above your head. Yet, such a feat would be difficult even for a strongman, and you, crippled and burned and with only one arm to spare, are not a strong man.

You glance out among the hysteric faces in the cells. . . . From underneath your mask, tears sting your eyes. To be vulnerable is one thing. To have your vulnerability laid bare for all to see? To have your insecurities treated as little more than a joke? To have the crumbling façade of Shred Zeppelin torn apart entirely?

You choke back... Something. You hope it's not a sob. But at this point, you know better than to hope.

You're not weak.

You're not weak.

You're not weak.

YOU'RE NOT WEAK.

YOU'RE NOT WEAK.

But they think you are. They're convinced you're pathetic. A pathetic excuse for a comrade. A pathetic excuse for a Rocket Beast. A Pathetic excuse for a cellmate. A pathetic excuse for a human being. And there's only one way to convince them you're not...

YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK. YOU MUST--



TL;DR - Shred experiences the horrors of public humiliation, has his anxieties exploited so Okidogi can clout farm, but in the process gains a powerful new mental illness.
MAIN ACTION: Shred will spend the week attempting to lift the rock with every waking moment available to him. In the process, he will end up breaking pieces of the rock, be it through accidentally shifting/dropping/etc it, or hitting and kicking it out of frustration. In doing so, he will also be FIERCELY territorial regarding the rock, attempting to ward off others from touching his rock. This will continue until he either lifts the rock, breaks it entirely, or some third thing happens.
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may 3rd
pacifilog, hoenn
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Tempest Quinn
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POSTED ON Apr 30, 2024 1:37:02 GMT
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An answer is given. Tempest mulls over the reply the woman gives him for a few moments. Tilting his head towards her, a small frown and shake of the head.[break][break]

"That's a dumb theory. If you keep biting every hand that reaches out, you'll never know if it wanted to help or harm. Then you're just making your own self-fulfilling paradox."[break][break]

But there is value in her answer yet. Tempest opens his mouth to try and prolonged the conversation, but then he is jolted away by the choke of his chain.[break][break]

Bleary eyes creak open. He's gotten sweaty and hot in his sleep, breathing in his own moist breath pressed close to his face. The mask stifles. His body aches with sores and breaks and fractures from the beating the night before. But Tempest endures, as he always had and always will. He endures and keeps his head down but his eyes sharp.[break][break]

He works. He 'laughs'. He bleeds. Most importantly he dreams.[break][break]

Night after night lost in the pulsing cityscape. It is odd. He never meets other humans there. Occasionally he will see pokemon, asleep and dreaming their own way. Locked in tubes and liquid like experiments. One time, Tempest sees a shock of blond hair and he runs as fast as his legs will carry him towards it, screams at the top of his lungs- but it is like the very mechanisms of this place keeps him from . He beats on curved glass and watches as the warped pinprick that he suspects is his husband ventures stops to stare at a large glass of some dark shape.[break][break]

But Tempest does meet more of the Megalopilans.[break][break]

It never fails. usually in clusters of two or three. Usually new ones, but after a few trips here there are a few repeats. The conversation continues in a disjointed way with many partners.[break][break]

"-oen't make sense to me, sorry. I don't think everyone could have lived in Hoenn, but I do think we could have-"[break][break]

And another night.[break][break]

"-ow what it's like for people to judge based on appearance. People who do that are bad, but there are more good than ba-"[break][break]

And another.[break][break]

"-ondered, what kind of macro and micro nutrients do you guys need? You always seem like you're starving. Is that psychological or do you just have different needs than hum-"[break][break]

And another.[break][break]

"-ouldn't have just taken you guys in, but if none of you were starving, I bet you would have been able to find a solution a lot faster than you are now an-"[break][break]

And once more.[break][break]

"-sed to tell a story about a great ship that flew in the stars. They ship we flew from the swamp, it broke to pieces. Just like in the sto-"[break][break]

Until finally.[break][break]

"What do you hope to gain from all this?"[break][break]

It's the woman, from the first dream. She stares down at where Tempest sits, hands wrapped around his knees on a sidewalk. A pair of Megalopilans had been sitting with him, one he recognized and one he didn't. There is something like contempt, or maybe frustration, or maybe sadness on her face. It's kind of hard to tell.[break][break]

Tempest regards her for a moment before shrugging.[break][break]

"I dunno. I guess I just wish it had turned out different for us."[break][break]

And when he works during the day he watches the guards pass in silent interest. Tempest sees them and thinks to himself things like: You're the one who laughs like a shrieking cat. You're the one who was so excited for real ground you fell off the ship when you all first landed. You're the one who plucked a dandelion from the ground and almost choked on the petals. I see you. I remember you.[break][break]

Perhaps it is the isolation of this place he has felt, even with so many other bodies around him.[break][break]

Tempest likes to think that it is just proof his empathy has never left him, even if his guilt has.[break][break]

Silently he promises that they all would get out of here.
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🔗 temp chooses the dream. he finds himself oddly isolated from other humans inside the dream, but not he aliens. he keeps trying to talk to them to try and learn more about them. he also wants to save them from this place as well. he's such a do-good it's a shame he's evil.


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Admin Fox
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May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.
Single
5'9 (with hat) height
5'9 (with hat) height
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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howard slayte
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POSTED ON Apr 30, 2024 4:20:29 GMT
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Doug was still dead. He should've gotten over it by now, but the wound still ached. Memories were not meant to fade or to be forgotten. They were the lifeblood of the world, after all. To recall was to be human, and to forget was to become nothing more than a mindless beast quibbling for its next meal.

When Howard woke, he remembered a tear. When he woke, he forgot about the blue sprite. Today was another day, and thus prison life continued. As he was dragged forward by his chain, the admin peered at the cups alongside his two fellow victims.

Yet and had been in the dream. There was a chance. They could still dream.

A crack in the armor.

"Cups?" Howard looked at the ugly monkey. The admin hated its face. He hated its demeanor. He hated the way it strained its chain whenever it needed something. Its existence was an eyesore, but there was nothing to be done but bow his head. "Seriously?"

Bowing solved one quandary. If he could grovel before this thing, than he could bow his head to , , and with no loss of shame. There was only so far one could fall, and Howard had fallen there. Bedrock was his company. Forgotten bones were his friends.

Bowing here meant he no longer had any shame to lose, and that he could play this game gracefully. He could win this childish game.

"..." He stared at the cups alongside and . After a few moments, he looked up at his fellow examples. "Really?"

His voice was tinged with a wariness.

Howard knew it was too good to be true. Immediately, it became clear that this game was a trick. Nothing in this prison could be easy. Everything they did was to instill suffering and mockery. Still, an example was required. A martyr was needed to crush that dream forevermore.

"That one." The admin pointed towards the cup.

The cup revealed nothing. Expected. A jape meant to demean and amuse. He could take it.

Then the laughing started.

Howls. Japes. A solemn mockery.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The sound rang in his ears and caused the blood to rise to Howard's face. He jerked his head up, as if to look around, before concentrating and staring at the monkey.

"Again."

They played the game again.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He could've sworn that he heard familiar voices in the mocking choir.

"Again."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"AGAIN."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

His fellow prisoners were forgotten. He relished in this shame alone, forgetting that Jack and Knight were suffering their own humiliations. The laughter is what got to him. To suffer is to become the figure of something greater. To suffer was to become an example and to be remembered.

Howard could not accept laughter. Mockery. When he came back from that expedition with a gaping eye socket full of lore, people had offered condolences. They laughed behind his back.

Not again. He couldn't do it again.

Again.

"What is this?" He asked the monkey. Munkidori. What a demeaning name to be mocked by. He wished he could smash its body against stone and iron. "Why're you doing this to me? What did I do? You took the fucking bear, what else do I have to offer?"

Rage. The bear had not been enough. Again.

"How much more can I give you before you stop fucking with me?" Again. "Those visions from the mochi back then. That was you. It was always you. What was the glimpse for? Were the visions not enough? Did I not suffer enough?"

The other admins had forsaken him. They were together in another ward. Their bond was one of solidarity forged through suffering. He would always be the outsider to the original three. and and had worked together long before he came along. He'd never fit in. Why wasn't he their ward?

There was only one reason that made sense, amidst an orchestra of false merriment.

They hated him.

They always hated him.

Always looking in from the outside.

Hate.

He failed at the cup game again. The shard gleamed as Munkidori revealed it.

"HAHAHAHA-!"

"STOP FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME!"

A figure short enough to be laughed at him. It had to be her. It was always her. laughed, his friend. laughed. The one who believed in him. There was one he knew wouldn't laugh, because she would hate it more than anyone.

. He turned to her.

She laughed too.

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Laugh.

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Twenty-Five
Jubilife City, Sinnoh
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Freelancer/Ex-Ace Child Detective
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Violet Fairbanks
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Elaine Highland
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Imprisoned Investigator--Despairing Detainee




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----sssshkh.


What was despair? Elaine had never thought about what that word meant too deeply. Or perhaps she had. After all, her former self had fallen into it. That, she was keenly aware of. Her body, mind, and soul had felt it all before.

That was why she had fallen into the path of megalomania. Even if that past was stripped from her and displayed back to her, she was fully aware of it.

But to witness it was far different from steeping oneself in it.

Even regaining her memories in the Cloud hadn't done it.

Even the clash on the meteor hadn't done it.

Even those long twenty years in the slowly dying and encroached Galar hadn't done it.

So why...

Why...

Why...

Kssshh---

---Sssshh---

----sssshkh.


He never took up the offer, huh.

She had gotten herself off the cot as she woke up in what she could only presume to be the morning. It was disappointing that the young man hadn't spared himself the discomfort, but she was still grateful to him.

Despite his pessimism, he was hardly letting the situation prevent him from enacting small acts of kindness.

It was a nice ray of sunlight in this bleak reality.

"I'll catch up with you later, then." As her cellmate moved off to the others, she waved him goodbye, knowing they would be seeing each other again soon.

Kssshh---

---Sssshh---

----sssshkh.



It made no sense. It was just sanctioned, unrefined cruelty.

She had been robbed of her Pokemon and her freedom. But she felt she still had something that she could cling to.

So what the hell was this?

She was forced to watch as Kyrenai was publicly humiliated. Moreover, she was forced to laugh. The toxic chains wrapped and wriggled around her throat. Her diaphragm convulsed back and forth, forcing breaths and laughs from her. She felt jeers coming from her mouth.

But none of it was hers.

None of it was her will.

So, why?

She had been robbed of far more than her freedom. She had been robbed of her dignity and her will. She could not even express it.

No.

Even though she laughed and chanted, tears streamed down her eyes. Pain welled up in her chest as she could not even let the broken rib take its time to rest.

But she still had something she could do.

Even as her body laughed.

Even as she lost control of her chest.

She got down onto her knees and slammed her head into the floor. It was an almost comical sight. The girl sitting in seiza repeatedly slammed her head into the floor.

She cried. She laughed. She hurt. And she hurt herself.

She may have looked she had gone insane, but that was what she had to do. She was weak. The fact that she was here proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt. She was too weak to enact her will.

But she needed to do so.

She could not let the last threads of her self snap here.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

Kssshh---

---Sssshh---

----sssshkh.


"Ah..."

There was blood. Elaine had found herself in the warm showers before the Chamber of Desires. Once again, she had stripped to take stock of her injuries. This time, they were self-induced.

She didn't have a mirror. After all, there was no point in having a mirror when she couldn't even see her face behind the mask. But at this point, it was easy to tell. A thin layer of blood had caked her face. The amount of red that was washing off her head as the warm water came down was not from her hair, after all.

She rubbed her forehead a few times as the sting from her head got more and more prominent.

That was her work.

That was her Will.

In the grand scheme of things, she couldn't even say that this would make a dent in the threads of Fate.

She stood, as the water rolled down her body, and gazed off into the distance and then into the droplets of water stained red.

As she did, she turned and threw a kick. It was not aimed at anyone or anything in particular. It merely flicked off a few drops of red water into the air and nothing more.

After taking a moment to look at her leg in that pose before bringing it down, she grit her teeth, and slammed a fist onto her temple before rubbing at it with her knuckles.

"I refuse to break. Not like this. Not when I'm this weak."

Kssshh---

---Sssshh---

----sssshkh.


The skies of the Ultra Megalopolis in the dream seemed to almost blot out all of the horrors from reality as Elaine walked through it.

There, she was free of the pain and the chains.

Even though it was the home of their enemies and those enemies were walking around, it almost felt peaceful. After all, those enemies were walking around without a care in the world.

She was back in an unrestrained body. She had full control over herself. The only thing she lacked were her Pokemon, but she knew they were somewhere in this dream too, or at least their dream selves were here.

It was liberating.

She could walk around here without a care in the world, but instead, she decided to move herself to a bit more of an open space.

"I probably should have taken those martial arts teachers a bit more seriously. Though, that would probably have not been of any use here."

She raised her arms and got into stance as she threw a few thrusts, strikes, and kicks into midair. It was clearly the work of someone who had little knowledge or experience. After all, she was remembering what her Bajiquan teachers from the Jubilife Police Department had taught her before the incident.

"I wonder. Was this how you felt back then, too?"

She had hardly heard from her old self since the incident with the Rusted Shield, but she had spoke up, hoping to hear her voice again.

But at the end of all, she only heard silence.

After taking a few moments to breathe, she started to walk away. She could at least practice a bit more while she was here. No better place for it, really.

But she still had to do what she did best--look for answers.

The remaining taut threads of her sanity demanded it.

Kssshh---

---Sssshh---

----sssshkh.


After asking a few more questions to the local Megalopolans, she found herself at the central tower. She had asked a bit more about the details what the prison was. She had asked about their Pokemon. She had asked a bit more about the chains.

But at the end of it all, she found herself at the largest, most dazzling landmark in this large, dazzling city.

It was at this point that she had come to make a simple connection. The being suspended in the central tower in stasis was something Elaine easily recognized. As a native Sinnohan, how could she not?

She had no idea of the incident in Sootopolis City as she had never been close to the area or deep enough in the League to be aware.

But, she could absolutely recognize the figure of the guardian spirit of Lake Valor.

The being that symbolized man's willpower lay suspended and subdued.

She grit her teeth again and slammed the side of her fist against the building she was leaning against. Afterwards, she crossed her arms and looked to her side.

"Someone clearly has a sick sense of humor, huh?"

She turned her head to Violet who she had come across.

"I thought I could avoid breaking here...but it's harder than I thought it would be."

Kssshh---

---Sssshh---

----sssshkh.


What was despair? Elaine Highland had nary an answer.

However, she could feel that amorphous concept creeping upon her bit by bit.

And she hated every minutia of it.

TL;DR:
  • Weakling Ward
  • Main Action: Dreaming
  • Elaine struggles to maintain control while awake
  • Elaine continues to investigate from the dream and utilize her freedom there the best she can
  • Elaine runs into in the dream
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Michael Navidson
He/Him
32
October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
E4; Gym Leader
Sheriff
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5'10" / 177.8 cm height
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN
MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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NINETEENTH NERVOUS BREAKDOWN.

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A sweet, intoxicating aroma wafts into the cell. It draws two of the three laughingstocks out in short order. One is fashionably late. Their warden turns its eye upon the cell. Satisfaction dances across its eyes when it sees carrying Navy out of their cell. A flick of its wings and the pheromones do the rest. Oscar is compelled to let Navy drop, his body thudding against the floor.[break][break]
“Laugh at them,” their captor demands, “Laugh at how ugly they look!”[break][break]
And so, they laugh. They laugh while he crawls. They jeer, deride him. His world is a fog. Nothing exists inside the mist save him and the bird towering above him, perched so high that human hands could never dare to reach it. The ghost of a dead father whispers to him through the haze.[break][break]
They’re watching, Michael.[break][break]
You’re not strong enough, Michael.
[break][break]
Your little boyfriend is dead, Michael.
[break][break]
Gabriel’s dead, Michael.
[break][break]
Melody doesn’t love you, Michael.[break][break]
Your stray dog’s laughing at you, Michael.
[break][break]
’s voice joins the rest. He is lifted by the guards, held between them with a smile forced onto his lips. The chain will not grant him the dignity of stoicism. Along with two men he does not recognize, he is mocked, jeered, and laughed at by all locked in this ward.[break][break]
“Fezandipiti’s the prettiest!” They cheer. “The prettiest! The prettiest!”[break][break]
The bird looks down upon him like he is the ugliest creature to ever walk the earth. Fezandipiti dismisses him the way one might dismiss a maggot.[break][break]
You killed me, Michael.[break][break]
You killed your mother.
[break][break]
You killed Gabriel with inaction.
[break][break]
You are alone, Michael.
[break][break]
You'll never see your family again.[break][break]
You'll die here.
[break][break]
His eyes alone are free to move. They find ’s eyes. Through the haze that was his yesterday, he remembers her voice, the cold words, and the cutting glare. At least one laugh, he knows, is genuine.[break][break]
Collapsing against the weight of the captors who prop him up, his last dignity is taken away. Before a gathering of underbosses, beasts, and League officials, warm wet tears wash dirty cheeks.

NIV|Bq70


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Navy gets called for the laughing hour. Oscar tries to help him get there, but Fezandipiti makes him crawl. People laugh at him. Still very sick. Hallucinates that his dead father is speaking to him. His eyes find and, remembering what she said to him yesterday about making enemies with the rest of the ward, breaks down crying.
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The Devourer
he / him
36
January 8
Lavender Town, Kanto
heterosexual
general of war
god general
nenet nzingha
starstruck ✨
6'3" / 190 cm height
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Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
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The first thing Zev noticed upon waking was the wetness in his eyes. Tears. He could not remember the last time he cried. The only tears he usually experienced were reflexive, caused by automatic bodily functions. [break][break]

And these tears were different, too—bigger, more globular. As they slipped through the gap between his mask and skin, he easily collected them in his cupped hands. Surreptitiously, he slid them onto the desk, on the corner farthest in shadow. [break][break]

Maybe they were nothing. But their unusualness was not lost on Zev, and he knew better than to dismiss the unusual. [break][break]

Days passed. The routine was largely the same, which was a comfort, in a way. The degradation was exasperating but not unfamiliar. Boot camp in the Kanto Army had attempted to inflict the same humiliation onto him, but such techniques required the victim to know and feel shame. [break][break]

Zev did not. [break][break]

So he endured. He did what he could to protect from the laughing hour and from the feeding pit, suffering in her stead whenever possible. It enraged him when he couldn't, when she was subjected to beatings from the creature in the pit, or when the other prisoners laughed at her. [break][break]

But he knew, too, that intervening too much would put her in a suspicious light. So he continued sleeping on the filthy, cold floor. He even fought with Nenet on occasion, arguing hotly in public about imagined frustrations. But at night, in the dream world, he sought her out to smooth things over. To make sure her sanity and love for him were still intact. [break][break]

A couple more times, Zev peered into the Wellspring Mask. He did not see his own desires again, but others. One was too hazy to make out, but the other was crystal clear. Chains connected him and other Avatars to , who was chained, in turn, to the shadows. To Team Rocket, Zev somehow understood. [break][break]

Though he did not know for certain whose desire he'd witnessed, he did not need to know. Theo was already his enemy. Seeing all the Avatars chained to the underboss was the only confirmation Zev needed about the other man's motivations. [break][break]

After seven days, Zev and Nenet had collected plenty of tears between the two of them. His body was covered in yellowed bruises and untreated cuts, and his beard had grown out beneath his mask. The strict diet of mochi had a disastrous effect on his physical strength; exhaustion and hunger were constant companions. [break][break]

Yet he endured. He had to, if they were going to escape. [break][break]

CthHPofn




TAGS – & ugly ward[break]
NOTES[break]
– Zev is in the UGLY WARD.[break]
– MAIN ACTION: COLLECTS TEARS.[break]
– Endures the degradation and humiliation of the daily routine.[break]
– Maintains the façade with Nenet that they have broken up. However, he meets with her in the dream world to make sure they are still good.[break]
– Views Rocket's Avatars chained to Theo in the Wellspring Mask and feels validated about his suspicions regarding Theo's motivations.


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Hideo
he/him
15
October 18th
slateport
undecided
Gym Leader
Ace Trainer
smol height
smol height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Even within that alien dream, there was some familiarity to be found; , , and were there. None were within his ward, but they were somewhere here. Just getting the chance to talk to each other, even in mutual misery, brought some comfort in this hell. His Pokemon may have been within strange displays, asleep, but they were there, alive.

And one other.

The subject of so many months of searching, the one who he hadn't encountered in over a year.

Azelf was here.

He didn't have the time to ask anything of Azelf on that first night, but he'd found resolve in all this: even if he couldn't find some hole

And that bit of hope, that bit of willpower, was more than enough to get him through the drudgery of prison life. He had something to look forward to, something more tangible than "getting out".

Once again, he took solace in his dreams. Those would get him by, just as they did before he left home.

But that didn't mean he was neglectful to his waking life; he had to eat his mochi, laugh when he was forced to, do his work, avoid getting his ass kicked in the pit. He'd try to make sure his cellmate, , was hanging in there. And he certainly tried to keep a (sightless) eye on - who he'd learned was a fan of his.

Once it was time to sleep, he was ready to dive back into that dream. He'd find Eris first (usually by being found first - it wasn't easy for him to find people) before making his way to Azelf. Even if it didn't get them any progress, even if Azelf never responded to them, he'd always make sure to ask Azelf one thing.

"Where are you, Azelf?"

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Oh hi Azelf
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Prison life just like home life fr fr
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cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
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5'3'' height
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Reality hits hard as they awaken from the pleasant, but still confusing dream. Cass wishes to have more answers, but it's just ... confusing. What was this pokémon at the central tower, just before waking up? She thinks back to the tubes, as well, and shudders. No matter what it is ... it's truly terrifying to behold. She barely dares to move upon waking, scared she'd accidentally kick any of her friends of the bed they've somehow managed to triple share.

It's to be anticipated, that they'd be put to work again - however, before that, something else happens. After stomaching some mochi, The Laughing Hour commences. Knight is singled out among others she doesn't recognise, and while her expression is dumbfounded under the mask - there's no way Knight is that stupid, so something else ... - there's only laughter escaping as her Toxic Chain tickles her, the toxin rushing through her veins towards ridicule. She frowns, but still chants, and it feels like she's driven mad by those words that she doesn't want to say, but can't keep inside. Her wound from yesterday's also still untreated, so the strain of forced laughter only adds salt to injury.

She flails while she's laughing, shaken by the tremors of the forced sound, but also trying to grasp, connect - find Thea's hand while her vision's focusing on two points (her and Knight), giving her something to hold onto. "It's-" she tries, but only the echoes of laughter escape truly. "It's all Munkidori! It's all... Hunkydory!"

Eventually, they are freed from this.

"Knight, are you alright?" she whispers then to him as they're working on sorting again. "That's so shit. And for the last-" she lowers her voice even more, barely above a bitter murmur, "It's cheating if you shuffle the boxes yourself."

The hours turn to days - all caught in a routine, all the same, over and over ... with only the dream being something to actually hold onto. And also dreams made manifest ... a vision so starkly different from her current situation, the only wish she's ever had, she feels like. A wish that could maybe come true, as they continue to slave away.


tl;dr dummy ward
- perceives azelf but is just more confused, wakes up with the trio being canned sardines
- reaches for thea's hand during the laughing hour
- talks to knight after his laughing hour
- short summary of the general days passing (implying her vision: a world in which she doesn't have to be/isn't scared), main action & rolls will be in next post!
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Ina, Yu, Yuyu, Yui
She/Her
Twenty-Five
February 21
Petalburg City (?)
Pan
Historian/Anomaly Ecologist
Elite Ranger
I don't want
To imagine a past, that doesn't have you in its future
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To truly know one's self, look back on the marks you've made in history
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Finding the first relatively familiar Megalopolan that she could, Yuina's line of questioning only came up with more questions... They recalled it was seven months ago that their ship had been destroyed, but little else. The toxic chains must have gotten to them all first as the poisonous perils swept across the region... It was all some calling card for what was to come, like something was garnering power in spreading its influence over all of Hoenn.[break]
The only other information that she garnered was that they were on a ship... And if they all couldn't figure out how to get out of here soon, they would be lost to the toxic chains just like the Megalopolans already were...[break][break]
She had more questions, she had more that she wanted to know, and things she didn't... Yuina wanted retribution for the Hisuians that died at their hands, but knowing that they were just as captive in this place as she was... How did that saying go? The enemy of my enemy is my friend?[break][break]
Eventually the dream began to dissipate, and it was an impossibly cruel reminder that they were in fact prisoners as Yuina woke with a start atop Doug's chest, leaned back against him on their shared cot, in their shared cell, imprisoned still... So the city was the dream... And this was their reality.[break][break]
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The influence of the toxic chain was quick to take hold, flooding her again in desire for her vision, longing for the fulfilment it could provide. Knowing those feelings were out there made her ache... Even though they were feelings that would replace what she was already gaining. Being unabashedly thrust back into the thick of it, the toxins pulsing through her, Yuina could hardly think of anything more...[break][break]
And the 'days' bore on...[break][break]
Meal time and 'The Laughing Hour' twice a day, once in the 'morning' and once at 'night' to begin and end their 'day'. The Mochi was plentiful, it was clear they would never be without sustenance or would have to ration anything, but where Yuina could really only stomach one or two portions at a time, coupled with the growing unease and uncertainty of everything, it was growing more difficult to eat... Or rather, it was growing more difficult to want to eat. She never thought that she would grow so much disdain for a particular color that the sight of it would make her stomach lurch...[break][break]
Regardless of being on a ship, it seemed the supply of tera crystals and tera shards was endless. Crates of them were supplied every day, strewn about the center of their ward for all of them to take up and polish with nothing else but the uniforms they wore and their hands. The monotony of it all was taxing, grueling, the 'time' passed by endlessly with nothing else to occupy Yuina's thoughts... Though, as 'time' went on, as the 'days' continued, she found that she was thinking less and less during the 'day'.[break]
Her focus was waning, the toxic chain was doing its work, fueling her with the toxins that promised her vision. Without focus though, the tera shards only proved to be more difficult to work with. Each 'day' brought a new collection of cuts and punctures, even along her arms, legs, sides, whatever section of her uniform she might have been using to polish. The pain was getting more difficult to rely on too... it did little to tear her away from the despair and longing...[break][break]
Where at first Yuina hated the idea of being thankful for anything that they could be provided here, getting to go back to the Chamber of Desires had become a delight. Anything to see into The Mask again, to feel fulfilled, to feel whole again, to remember those faces of a family she wanted to know so desperately. They called her Alexandria... They looked at her with so much love and adoration... And every time The Mask had to be drawn away, it only plunged her deeper into the hole.[break][break]
Getting thrown into the feeding pit for the first time was jarring enough that Yuina still felt like she wanted to fight back, nearly gagging at the feeling of discarded mochi squishing beneath her. She hated to think that had been subject to this, the rage of it fueled her for a brief moment, but it was quickly overshadowed when she got kicked in the side by the monster looming in the darkness.[break]
Every time after, her collection of cuts were accompanied by new bruises or welts, for even as the monster tired over the course of the subsequent 'days', so did Yuina... But... The Toxic Chain would grant her her vision eventually, right?[break][break]
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Every 'day' she became more lost... Disappearing and withering to the influence of the chain and the physical and psychological torment of it all. But every 'night' that she came back to their cot... It was the only thing left the brought her back to any sense of self.[break]
Whether her head rested against Doug's chest, or his head against hers, feeling him there... His breathing, his heartbeat, him... He was the only thing that kept her from succumbing entirely. For even as her body was a shell, a husk filled with poisonous promises and toxic manipulation, they would wake together in the dream scape, and she was Yuina again.[break][break]
It was their only escape, their only reprieve, even knowing that waking meant returning to their living hell. But these moments now meant everything to Yuina, knowing how gone she was to the world on the outside. Seeing his face brought her so much comfort, his arms wrapped around her made her feel safe. The sound of his voice was so stabilizing, and the warmth of his skin against hers made her feel whole... He made her feel whole. And she knew that even if that life was out there, that family, her past... That she could never have it without him. She would never be whole.[break][break]
The moments in the Megalopolis Dream that weren't spent with Doug, she made sure to find every 'night', to make sure that her angel was alright, to make sure that they could still find each other... The fury at the idea of loosing Desiree to this place that over took Yuina made her seethe. She wouldn't have it. If ever there was a time she couldn't find Desiree, she wasn't sure how much she wouldn't be able to take it out on the blue faces that passed them by on the streets. She was already still trying to bury her anger against them from their transgressions beneath the swamps...[break][break]
Otherwise, Yuina did what she could to try and understand the odd feelings of 'time' within the dream. She tried to focus on what the feeling truly meant, wondering why in this dream space she could feel it but it disappeared the moment she opened her eyes on the outside. Were there 'nights' that it was stronger? Did the sensation change at all? And why still, after 'days' of being here and 'nights' spent in this place, could no one else feel it?



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NOTES


- Ugly Ward[break]
- Rolling with Despairing Disadvantage (yikes lol)[break]
- Finds out that they are probably on a ship from a Megalopolan? And that if they spend too long here, they won't be able to get out from the Toxic Chain[break]
- Relents to being big mad at the megalopolans... For now. The enemy of my enemy is my friend[break]
- Rolled a 5, Yuina is not doing good. Doesn't matter what she's doing, it's not good. Gets cut by tera shards, kicked and whipped by Ogerpon, and the Toxic Chain's influence is getting stronger, her vision must be attainable...[break]
- Dream Megalopolis is the only escape, she's loosing on the outside, but at least she can be with and find and feel like Yuina again[break]
- Still mad at the megalopolans for BMI and for killing the Hisuians, but it's not the time[break]
- Main Action: In Dream/Dream World Yuina tries to understand more about the odd interference in time[break]






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