It was a strange feeling, knowing where all these chains were. He couldn't differentiate friend from foe, but the concentration of them gave him more than enough warning where danger might be. It also told him there was something waiting for them down below - but he didn't need his Toxic Chain to tell him that.

It also let him sense that there was someone with a chain hoisted up by Genevieve Cromwell . One that wasn't moving.

…

Hideo didn't say anything, merely making sure Lucia Aldrete was close. They had to get out of here, and he didn't have the authority to tell people not to kill the guards. Nor was he certain that they could get out without killing him.

He noticed one chain rapidly approaching him, almost as if it were coming straight for him. It made its way around the others, with nobody stopping it - it must've been a fellow prisoner. Seemed close to his height as well.

The answer reached him just as the hug did. She was silent, but he knew it was Eris Halla . He was silent in turn, merely returning the embrace, oblivious to the strange tint their skin was taking. Perhaps he could find the others in this crowd - Melody Miro , John Sullivan - but he didn't have the time to look.

But there was comfort, knowing they had to be among the people here.

The descent was a solemn one, the boy able to sense the several threats down below - including one that had a large concentration of chains on it. No doubt the creature that harassed them in the feeding pit. And it wasn't alone.

He could hear the crackling flames from the creature's mask. And he could hear the Stealth Rocks deployed by the Pokemon around it.

No part of him desired to go and fight this creature.

Not when a series of sensations struck him at once: one that made him desire to go down, one that he knew he had to follow.

And he had to go there.

"Yeah, I feel it," Hideo answered. He already knew Eris would bring him there no matter what, and he felt her hand on his own. But he'd resist, for just a moment.

He turned to Lucia Aldrete . "Lucia, I gotta go find Azelf. Come with us." He didn't know if she'd accept the offer, but he knew it wouldn't be easy keeping an eye on her if he had to look for Azelf as well. He'd been the one to encourage her in their escape, after all.

(Genevieve Cromwell , he'd let focus on the fighting).

He'd give Lucia a chance to follow, before going along with Eris, through the hole.

To them.

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Casually acknowledges Genevieve Cromwell is carrying a dead body

Notices Eris Halla approaching, realizes it's her right as she hugs him. Hugs back because why wouldn't he?

Hopes John Sullivan and Melody Miro are in the crowd as well - can't tell who's who.

Oh hey the Lake Trio are DMing us.

Offers Lucia Aldrete a chance to follow before going down with Eris.

Toxic Chain Ability: Toxic Resonance - lets Hideo sense other Toxic Chains around him.

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LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

The fight rages on until the platform finally descends— they barrel into it enmasse while the enemy comes charging at them—

Only for them to rewind like a vhs tape.

He breaks into a wide smile, guessing almost immediately the source as he reaches near, palming Yuina Higashi's back spiritedly.

"I could kiss you right now! He says, grinning from ear to ear as he grabs at his mask and shoves it aside, letting it cling to one side of his face, his signature face-scar shown in the other as he turns to the group.

"ALRIGHT, WHO'S INJURED?!" He roars into the crowd, spreading his arms wide. Once again, his chain explodes into countless tiny pieces, leaving a thin cord around his neck behind whilst the rest go forth to heal the crowd.

Nonetheless, he moves through with wide stomps, looking around sharply for people in need of emergency assistance.

That's when he finds a familiar face, alongside an unfamiliar, very battered one.

"Aubre." He intones at Aubre McKenna-Settentrione, kneeling besides the woman's husband whilst willing several of his chain pieces to gather, pooling them together into the man's abused body. "You know this guy?"

He doesn't wait for the reply— He's already working to bring the guy to... well, up to his feet, at least. He doesn't know the extent of these healing powers, nor how they differ from Lele's, and he does not have the tools to really go in and start fixing stuff.

But he knows a few tricks.

He grabs at Leon Settentrioné's limbs and makes sure they're in the correct positions for best healing effect as he begins his work, ripping into his uniform to create makeshift slings to hold them in place during the process.

"You'll be fine, guy." He says, turning his gaze back to Aubre. "And you— your treatment ain't done. I expect to see ya again at my Mauville general soon."

There's a measure of humor in his tone, but also a strong assurance. They would make it through this.

Patting Aubre on the shoulder, he rises.

"I gotta go heal more folk— watch after him whilst we descend, kay? Don't let him move around too much while we can still idle."

With that, he moves. Through the crowd, searching for two types of people— the extremely injured, and the extremely tiny.

He finds Isaac Merlo.

"You really can't help yourself, huh." He says wryly as he kneels besides the man, staring at his leg.

Of course he got it fucking broken. Probably tried to shank the monkey or dog.

Hm? He recognizes a cast for what it is, regardless of what it's made. Obviously.

"Want me to fix this? We can turn that cast into a bionic limb." He asks.

He'd go with whatever the other desired before moving on.

He didn't have to go far before seeing a familiar mop of brown hair on a diminutive stature. And a familiar shock of black hair on an even more diminutive stature.

He gasped, breaking into a smile.

"H—" And then he saw a bit past them. "—OLY SHIT!"

Because standing nearby on the descending shaft, was...

"THEY SKINNED A GUY ALIVE?!" He can't help but ask as he spots Shred, it taking him a moment in the dark lighting to realize that he wasn't skinned— he was burned. A relative while ago, from how it looked.

Oh, and he was also missing an arm.

Holy fuck.

He was frozen in place staring at the guy— he had experienced being burnt alive. He had experienced losing limbs. But he didn't have to live with those consequences.

By both his medic estimations and his personal experience— That guy had to be in constant agony.

And there was not a damn thing he could do about it in this place... probably.

Not that he would get the chance, either— at that moment, the elevator finished its descent, and everyone came rushing out— including his kids.

FUCK!

"YOU!" He screams over the crowd, pointing rudely at Shred. "COME TO MAUVILLE AFTER THIS!"

He was bouncing up and down as he moved to follow the crowd, still pointing at the guy.

"LOOK FOR JOHN SULLIVAN! DO IT!" He screamed again, before turning away. He didn't know who he was screaming at, but it took everything in him to look away.

Why does anyone even want to live in Hoenn anymore?

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"Look for little kids!" He says to Yuina Higashi, his head moving around sharply in the large pit.

They aren't given much time, however.

An immense heat floods the chamber, and for a moment, he worries they're trying to cook them alive with some massive furnace.

But then he spots the source— how could he not? That mask was massive. And glowing.

Briefly, he wonders if staring at this one for too long would also let someone peer into their deepest desires.

He surmises, a moment later as a massive blast of flames descends upon them, that any amount of time staring into it would just lead to charcoal.

People move. Some fight. Others run. Others do... other things, he isn't paying enough attention know for certain.

That was Andrea Vaneau leading the charge towards the masked kicker. Her boldness was inspiring, and for a moment, he stepped forth to assist.

But when he did, he saw them— the kids.

Eris Halla, Hideo Kino, Lucia Aldrete— all going down the pit.

Shit!

Yet, Andrea is screaming for a doctor. For brief moment, he freezes, wanting— needing to do both.

But as he struggles, he once again sees Aubre McKenna-Settentrione— and an understanding passes between them as physicians. Gulping down, he nods before turning towards the hole.

choice: Follow Hideo Kino, Eris Halla and Lucia Aldrete.

He hears Navy's words, but he merely gives a wry smile over his shoulder.

"Hey! Someone's gotta watch the kids." He says with some forced humor. "Don't worry. I'll be right back to heal your sorry butts."

He turns next to Yuina, scratching at his cheek.

"I'm going after my kids— I mean, the kids." He says, and though he stutters, his intentions are firm. He reaches out to squeeze her hand. "I would kiss ya... but that feels like a bad omen, so..."

He winks.

"I'll do it once we're out. 'kay?" With that, he rushes towards the hole, leaping after the kids.

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TL;DR:
While on the lift:
-Atta girl, Yuina Higashi!
-talks with Aubre McKenna-Settentrione, heals Leon Settentrioné
-talks with Isaac Merlo, heals him if wanderer wants him to.
-spots Hideo Kino, Lucia Aldrete, and Eris Halla...
-And Shred. Holy Fuck, Shred.

On the pit:
-is conflicted between helping Andrea Vaneau deal with ogerpon's worry seed or following the kids.
-spots Aubre McKenna-Settentrione, an understanding passes between them.
-He chooses to follow the kids, leading the pokemon doctor'ing to Aubre McKenna-Settentrione.
-Tells Navy he's watching the kids and will be back so soon to heal his sorry ass.
-Promises Yuina Higashi a kiss after things are over.
-INTO THE PIT WE GO!!!

Roll:
-Jesus fucking Christ
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-3rd salac

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Willful Weakling

The flurry of wings, lights, and shadows had overwhelmed Okidogi. Even Elaine had gotten in a good hit, but that was enough. The platform began its descent as the Weakling Ward's warden was temporarily incapacitated.

With each subsequent descent, it picked up more and more people as it descended further. Shockingly, one of the people who had entered the platform from one of the other wards was her old boss from the expeditions, John Sullivan . But, she could not make it to him to say hi. Though it was a short burst of fighting, Elaine had to catch her breath as she leaned forward, held her hands on her knees, began panting.

It was a short reprieve from the enemy, so it was enough time to regroup. At least, that was what she had hoped for. But, it wasn't meant to be. Her head and her shoulder throbbed. She saw violaceous spots to form on the exposed parts her body. Her legs began to quiver as she found herself struggling to keep standing.

No! Not yet! You can't give out yet!

She slammed her fist onto her knee. Once. Twice. Thrice.

The shakes ground to a halt. She took a deep breath and stood back up.

She was not giving up yet.

The power may not have been truly hers. It may have been something she would someday lose or that would at some point encroach entirely upon her. But, she had to keep moving forward here. Otherwise, she would never be able to find the answer that lay at the end of the road of weakness.

She had gathered that many of the others were in similar states. Her cellmate, ever blackwell , was also struggling to maintain himself. She could see that from a distance.

But they could not let themselves fall here.

Eventually, the platform ceased its descent and the group had realized where they had ended up.

They had descended from one Hell to another.

"So this is what they would have done if one of the teams had voted to forsake." Elaine muttered, eying the masked ogre leaking its lethal conflagrations.

She took one more deep breath as she stood upon the platform. The heat down in the feeding pit would be stifling so there was no way she wanted that same heat to melt her throat and lungs.

"Violet. Go on ahead. I'll catch up after we deal with this." Elaine rested her hand on Violet's head and pet it for a moment.

She had seen its weak point. Not just its, but the weak points of all of the other enemies before them.

"Don't worry about me. I won't die here. I won't even think of allowing it." She said as she walked to the edge of the platform, giving a thumbs up before descending to the feeding pit. Sparks flew around her legs as she landed upon the open furnace that the feeding pit had become.

Given what Naomi Sato had said to her and how she had been directing others back in the Weakling Ward, the chain had likely bestowed on her a similar enough ability. That was only confirmed when she had cried out to the first one jumping in to fight about the ogre's weakness.

It was clearly a victim in all of this too. The fact that it was being led by chains and covered by chains meant that it was also caught up in the same sadistic game.

"Focus down on the mask. That's it's weakest spot! If you're attcking the jellyfish, hit those points!" She pointed to specific spots on the Nihilego she could see on them with her ability. She had shouted that out to all present who were able to or willing to hear.

In the next moment, sparks flew from her arms and legs as she charged at the source of the heat, aiming to strike the mask with the necessary strength to damage it and knock out the ogre. She wasn't aiming to kill. She could not save someone if they were dead, after all.

She would not let another victim fall to the whims of cruelty in the end.

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TL;DR:

• Weakling Ward no more
• Toxic Chain Ability: Precision Striker-Allows Elaine to view and detect weak points on living beings and inanimate objects and strike them with the exact necessary force for what she needs. Any extra above her own strength, speed, and reflexive gets supplemented by the Toxic Chain symbolized by harmless arcs of lighting flying from the afflicted body part.
• Elaine feels the encroaching poison and takes stock of ever blackwell 's current state
• Elaine notices John Sullivan but fails to approach him due to her current poisoned state
• Elaine suppresses the sensation of pain
• Elaine tells Violet Fairbanks to head down ahead of her
• Elaine affirms Naomi Sato 's statement about Ogerpon's current weak point
• Elaine charges into the fight to help break Ogerpon's mask and save her

Tags: ever blackwell , John Sullivan , Naomi Sato , Violet Fairbanks
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The more they rushed forward, the more crimson began to swim, cutting rivers between swarming bodies while connecting them all the same. It was easy to get lost in their dull vibrancy - it was one of the many luxuries of being next to paxton concordas , illeana reyes , and the rest. No matter what, he'd be capable to defend them.
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And if not, well, she didn't have a chance in the first place then.
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Eventually, the difference between some destinies and others became apparent. From the outstretched faded fingers of maroon connecting illeana reyes to the previous swarm of Megalopolians, to the very bright tie of fate jutting out from her chest, no two futures were the same. Some were bound, others were uncertain. Moldable still. In some ways, that sewn fact became the next rush of WILLPOWER necessary to the cross the end point of the ward.
From the scattered glances and hesitant pauses, Penelope discovered three of the brightest strands outside her own:
- One cutting from wall to wall, no doubt connected to someone or something in another ward.[break]
- One capturing one of the league's minor gym leaders, Andrea Vaneau .[break]
- One capturing a future conquest. A hurried promise of malicious self-gratification. Shred- the mummified zombie bastard from area zero.
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When approaching the platform, the councilwoman made no effort extending her assistance outside of those within her vicinity. It was a priority they made it out, it was desirable for others to survive with them.
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Chaos began to reign once more, and while others took to mending, Penelope's eyes continued to sift through the entanglements of realities. What was once a scribble of red had morphed into a snarling beast that she was determined to tame, one way or another.
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"start small," she told herself, her fists squeezed tight. She could hear her own heartbeat over the shrill cries of waging war. It sounded like a volcano's rumblings: deep and loud, heralding an eruption. "start small."
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Her eyes flicked down at her own chest, at her own heart lifting against the taut pale skin. She followed it down the line, maneuvering past body after body, under blasts of unforetold powers and over feats outside anything she'd ever seen prior to their imprisonment. It ended at a knot, thickened by three vibrant threads.
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Three.
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A lick of frost cut down her back and the poison staining her forehead sharpened.
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She could follow the two ends and confirm what was already known, but there was no need. This knowledge wasn't new. Since the beginning, it's been known; to be powerful, one must be prepared cross lines. To go beyond the moral limits life has prescribed to them and reach for what they desire. She knew this as well as she knew her own name. And yet, shadows still whispered dahlia goode's name to. Her memories still carved ollie morales 's lifeless eyes staring out into the distance, his open agape lips curled around one final 'I love you'.
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In one sudden motion, Penelope's arm is levied upward above her head, like a guillotine prepared to fulfill the judge, the jury, and the executioner's will. But just as the arm came rushing down, her body was forced still, stopped inches above the thread.
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She tried again. And again. And again. But no matter how close her fingers got, the thread would remain perfectly intact. Undisturbed by the turmoil dripping onto it.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
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She couldn't do it.
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Locked behind the chains of blatant truths she'd been avoiding for years; Penelope's fate had been sealed. Out of reach and out of touch, like key an inch too far from her cell.
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"I can't d-"
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Searching through the thong of people was easy enough. Not many men carried his height, much less the ghoulish aura of a dead man walking.
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War threw her into a tumble of steps toward the arena where Ogrepon commanded swaths of flames and an ocean of ultra beasts. Her initial reaction was relief - she'd be safe from the burn - but then she remembered the severed connection and the denied choice laid unto her again and she noticed the distinct line connected Andrea Vaneau  and the green bundle of unknown power and she realized what was to possibly happen.
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- penny focuses on the syringes[break]
- penny notices she's connected to ruinous trio and freaks da fuck out. [Break][break]