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thorn

the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 4, 2024 11:13:01 GMT
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The voice of a man he'd worked with for years. One he'd resented without reason until 's betrayal had given him the best excuse he could've asked for.[break][break]

Traitor.[break][break]

Remiel might see his muscles tense, a flash of cold fury in the amber eyes that stare out from beneath the mask.[break][break]

But aggression toward each other would serve them little in this wretched place. If the guards didn't break it up, they'd only serve to weaken each other and their own chances of escape. Remiel asks who he is, and Cillian breaks from his thoughts with a sharp laugh.[break][break]

"Right; you wouldn't know the accent."[break][break]

Knowing that the revelation would likely stir within the prince the same hostility he'd felt, Cillian straightens up and steps back. A show of truce, if nothing else.[break][break]

"You knew me best as Gavin Merlino, but I don't use that name any more." Doubtless Remiel's heard the news since. Cillian Quinn, missing child of Circhester nobility, outed as Rocket Underboss in Hoenn. "Don't worry; I don't think they'd let me kill you. Think Walsh'll give me a pass for not trying when my own life's on the line, and all."[break][break]

When he mentions 'them', he casts a nasty look toward the guards patrolling their ward before returning his attention to his former colleague.[break][break]

"Dunno how long you were out. Longer'n me, I imagine."[break][break]

He gestures toward the bed. He'd woke up on the floor.[break][break]

His attention snaps quickly to the center of their prison when the whirring noise starts up. Instinctively, he tries to call upon his MIASMA again — until a choking cough puts him in his place. He tugs uselessly at the TOXIC CHAIN.[break][break]

"Something's happening," he alerts Remiel, though his cellmate had likely already heard.[break][break]

Cillian takes a step back toward the wall, his stance defensive. Without his SHADOW POKEMON, without his AVATAR POWERS, he truly does feel WEAK.

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WEAKLING WARD[break]
Recognizes Remiel and briefly contemplates murder before deciding against it and conversing with him more.[break]
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Teddie

Michael Navidson
He/Him
32
October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
E4; Gym Leader
Sheriff
5'10" / 177.8 cm height
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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Navy
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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2024 15:39:34 GMT
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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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There’s kindness in the stranger’s voice. It is an amateurish sort of kindness, that of someone whose career does not mandate compassion. Nurses in sterile rooms know all the right things to say, practiced for years. Kindness, to them, is reading from a carefully prepared script.[break][break]
Navy can’t see the color of the man’s eyes in the darkness, but he studies their character. The unspoken language of the body is observed, his own mind swimming in and out of focus like film reel trying to right itself. Words try to form on his lips, but he’s too slow on the draw. His tongue lacks the practiced skill of his right hand, which can slip a pokeball off of a hip holster before the eyes can blink.[break][break]
By the time the syllables start to leave his mouth, his cellmate is gone. He shouts words at whoever holds them captive. It is a rejoining of one voice to a greater chorus. Even in this sorry state, his mind drifting through its haze, he knows the people in the other cells are just as new to this as they are. People do not shout like that when they are used to a situation. No matter how painful the stimuli, the body and mind eventually adjust.[break][break]
They,” the word is croaked and followed by a long pause, “they don’t care. Whoever they are…they must’ve seen how I was ‘fore they put me in here.”[break][break]
I could die here. Some part of his mind says.[break][break]
This isn’t where you die, warrior. He tells himself.[break][break]
Who’s…out there…?” At last he forces the question out. It’s a pointless question. It has a self-evident answer. All the same, the question is asked. This time, he does not try to get up. Instead, he busies himself groping at the mask. It is uncomfortable, pressed against his beard. Whoever took him could have at least had the decency to shave the beard off if they were going to force a mask on his face.



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Observes . Lays there, since he's not in much shape to do much else. Asks Oscar who's outside their cell.
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Nimbus

he/him/his
thirty-two
January 25th
Sootopolis
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Doctor
Grunt
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Laurence Whateley
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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2024 17:53:03 GMT
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It hadn't been pretty when Laurence woke up. In his startled state, the doctor instinctually jolted awake, his body raising before he felt his throat constrict entirely, his windpipe almost crushed under the strain of the toxic chain. Pain shot through his nerves, forcing him to viciously cough in his mask, those labored and panicked breaths only seeming to increase as the sting of it kept his senses sharp and alert. He tried to look around, but his vision seemed almost glossed over, the smear of his mask smudging his surroundings. He couldn't tell if he was simply going blind from the asphyxiation or from something else.

“Hey, do you remember anything from before you woke up here?”

The question had Laurence's attention immediately, his head snapping to the side a bit with a bit more precaution than his previous attempt. Someone was with him, however, it wasn't Howard or Gregori's voice, it was someone else. In a brief moment, before his foggy vision could settle onto Alba, he could feel his body tense. Once he did settle his sights on him, he noticed the mask, the protector obscuring what features the man had, but giving enough information to Laurence to figure out he must have had one on himself. He tried to answer, confusion and mild panic laced in his words.

"N--No, I...don't remember anything at all really. Where the hell am I even? Who are you?"

He could have easily asked an onslaught of questions, however, he tried to catch his lost breath, taking in what little strained breaths he could. From what his vision could allow, he had no idea where he could have been, for not only had Alba’s face remained unseen, but he couldn’t even guess from the foreign clothes he had worn. He hadn’t seen any sort of style of clothing like that at all. He could feel the disorientation start again, his head growing light and his vision blurred, forcing him to place a hand against the cool ground to stabilize himself. He wasn’t feeling himself, besides the other glaring things he could tell from it, he could tell his body had ached and it wasn’t just from some rough handling. He had remembered the feeling, that same fatigue and inflammation he felt when he had first gotten sick from before.

His eyes laboriously honed in on the purple accessory that had linked to the stranger’s neck. That explained it, or, some part of it.

“Shit…These things.”

He muttered to himself.




TLDR
* Laurence is in a cell.
* Laurence recognizes that someone is in said cell with him, but doesn't know who.
* Laurence knows sees that there is a chain attached to them, but does not know why.
* Laurence is panicked.


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oslo

the crown prince
masculine
twenty-eight
may 20
hammerlocke, galar
heterosexual
archaeologist
aqua/ex-admin
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Remiel Calcifet
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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2024 20:11:26 GMT
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The former ADMIN FOX might not have recognized the accent, but the laugh still managed to give away. The aggression from before suddenly returns, filling his blue eyes with fire as he desperately wills a LIGHTNING BOLT to fill his hand. Though nothing came of it but a tightening of his collar, he soon realizes that the UNDERBOSS was likely as powerless as he was in this cell.[break][break]

But, rather than lunge at the man and strangle him, Remiel, too, shifts a wary look at the passing MEGALOPOLAN guard. When the guard disappears from view again, he carefully scoots towards the edge of his cot and plants his sandaled feet on the ground. "If they wanted us to die, they would have done it themselves..." He mutters, turning back to Cillian with a sharp glare.[break][break]

"Killing each other in this cell goes against their purpose for jailing us. It stands to reason that attempting to do so would only end badly, but don't think for a second we're allies again, Quinn." The royal scowls. "You held my cousin captive. And if we never escape this hellish place, I'll at least be comforted by the fact that you're stuck in here with me." He adds.[break][break]

"I hate—"[break][break]

Just then, a loud alarm sounds off.
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Rising onto both feet, Remiel cautiously approaches the bars of their cell and waits to see what descends from the platform above...[break][break]

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Vio
Female
21
September 7
MAUVILLE CITY, HOENN
Bi
Spectra Trainee
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Elaine
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Violet Fairbanks
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So. This probably was not optimal in the slightest. But then again, this was kind of weird, all things considered. While she did not exactly look it, especially given the civilian attire she was wearing there, Violet had gone through a lot of weird things in Hoenn. Soirees at the bottom of a digital sea, trips to flying comets and back down to earth on them – just thinking back on all that made it seem like some kind of hazy dream.
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In fact, life was kind of a mess.
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This was bad, but it was also kind of….refreshingly mundane? Almost too mundane. There really was not a lot to this place. A cell, much like from the movies. She had not been in one yet, but some things were just universally accepted. And she had received enough training by now – and from the distant past of her former personal life – to have her priorities straight.[break][break]
First, she tried to get up and move her limbs. “Good, everything seems remotely in order,” Vio muttered to herself upon the affirmative. Then, she looked for her gear. No such luck there. “Hmm, not so good there. Then finally…” that was when she would turn towards the other person present. She had been remotely aware of them until then, but given that there had been neither sudden, nor aggressive motions, she just figured they were in the same situation she was.
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Plus, keeping her calm would probably help the other do the same, one way or another. “Hey there. You alright?” A steady, warm voice. That should help whoever this was ease into…well, whatever this was.
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Ryan

He/Him
25
July 2
Dewford Town
Straight
Trainer
Cadet
5'9 height
5'9 height
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Noel Parker
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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2024 21:42:56 GMT
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The Toxic Chains bring back memories. Those of the swampland where all Noel was looking for were a few missing people. But fate had something else in store for all those involved.[break][break]

He remembers now.[break][break]

This wasn't the first time these purple chains had appeared, he was too busy fighting for his life to have memorized such a detail. However, now his memories come flooding in like torrential rain, each droplet a recollected piece of information until at last, the clouds part away.[break][break]

He had even helped Elise come back to her senses during the struggle between life and death. Those Megalopolans were there too, just what are they planning? [break][break]

Her level of panic is on par with his, but now was no time to let fear sink in. Still having taken a knee, Noel looks into Elise's eyes and puts on a smile, one hand still placed on her shoulder.[break][break]

"It's ok. Our Pokemon aren't the type to go down so easily. I'm sure they're out somewhere waiting, or even fighting for us. If we put our heads together, we'll be able to reunite with them."[break][break]

A brave act was all he could muster at this moment. Truthfully he had no clue how they would get out of here safely. The bars were shut tight, no mechanism could be seen that allowed something as simple as a lock to be smashed through or picked. A lingering sense of dread was filling at the back of his mind, yet he would push those feelings down. If they both succumbed to the fear, there would be no hope left.[break][break]

Then a sound. From the outside, mechanical hums could be heard. He stands back up while helping the Galarian princess afoot as well, watching as what looked like an elevator was slowly descending.[break][break]

"It looks like we're about to get our answers sooner than later."

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Tsukistar

She/Them
15 (Estimated)
April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
???
Wandering Wildchild
Cadet
N/A
Uninterested
87 height
87 height
HABABABABA
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Ettie
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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 0:14:17 GMT
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Though Ettie gets responses, they're not in the forms she wholly expects.

The first response is from Andrew. As he speaks up, she jumps - visibly startled - and blinks for a couple seconds before she responds "Pack is missing... Alone isn't safe," She's on edge, visibly fidgeting. She doesn't know what's going on with the strange people outside the cells, the Megalopolans - and her gaze keeps flicking to the guards as they pass by. Sure, that she isn't the only one in this cell is of a little comfort...

But, the biggest thing that seems to calm her down is when she hears Andrea's voice - and she's distracted from her explanation, to instead perk up and try to spot her. "Andrea! Friend!" She calls back, audibly relieved. "Is Ettie! Is friend okay?"

Anything further, however, was cut off when Andrew proceeded to lunge at the bars, and shout at the guards! Ettie yelped a bit - startled - as she takes a couple steps back. She watches with an alarmed and bewildered expression, wondering what in the world was up with him...

... But when he gets jabbed, she reacts with instinct - growling at the guard, teeth bared under the mask, and backing from the bars to take up a protective position next to him. When the Megalopolan soon moves on and leaves line of sight, Ettie's gaze slowly drifts back to Andrew, where her concern is apparent. "Is okay...?"

When a distant chime rings out though, and the platform begins to move, Ettie's attention is drawn back towards it - her body language tensing, as if readied to pounce or bolt at a moment's notice...
TLDR/NOTES:
- Ettie is in Dummy Ward.
- Ettie jumps a bit at speaking up, initially tries to explain herself..
- ... But she is distracted by hearing , which puts her at a little bit of ease! She calls back to her friend, and asks if Andrea's okay.
- As Andrew freaks out, Ettie gets a little bit freaked out too - dafuq you doing buddy-
- As he gets jabbed for his efforts though, Ettie is quick to check in on him, looming protectively. Tenses up as the chime is heard and the platform in the middle moves.
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Wanderer

The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
I've got a, I've got a
Pocket fulla sunshine
Short King height
Short King height
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 0:28:50 GMT
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[attr="class","textbox"]What was the definition of insanity? Trying the same thing, over and over and over again, and expecting things to change.[break][break]

Isaac was never one to sit down and accept the lot he was given in life. Sometimes, that meant standing against gods and monsters who could reduce him to atoms with a snap of their fingers. Sometimes, it meant prying precious life from the ashes and decay that had plagued Petalburg Woods. Sometimes, it meant making a little girl smile because he was the only one who could.[break][break]

And sometimes, it meant running into the brace of his own choke chain, convinced this time he'd be taken by the mists and slip on through.[break][break]

"Fucking hell-" The words were less said, more wheezed, relief only coming when Isaac stopped resisting and dropped to his knees. He let out a sigh as the chain finally slackened, taking greedy gulps of air in its wake. As he did, he looked around, finally realizing that he hadn't been running these experiments alone.[break][break]

"Ah, crap. A kid." What would think? Okay, she probably wouldn't care. He could practically feel how bad she wanted to let loose and curse up a storm most days. But, damnit. He had to be more careful than that. Especially when, frankly, the kid looked like they were having a far rough time than he ever could. Still rubbing his neck, Isaac began to cautiously approach.[break][break]

Huddled, terrified. Scratching at themselves through their all-encompassing jumpsuit. Quiet as the grave, compared to the cacophony of sound that was now filling the room as dozens of lost and damned began to stir from their rest. Everyone else could figure out this mess. He was a quick learner. He'd figure out how to follow in their wake.[break][break]

It wouldn't be worth being the big damn hero if he left this poor kid suffering in silence.[break][break]

"Hey. You okay?"[break][break]

tl;dr - Local dummy cannot be the wind, is checking on his dummy child cellmate.

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myriascope

rosie
she / her
14
October 14
Vermilion City, Kanto
unknown
demolition expert
Civilian
But I still believe, someday this lie will set me free
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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 1:36:57 GMT
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A MILLION MILES AWAY
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WHEN YOUR SKIES ARE GREY, AND YOUR WHOLE WORLD IS SHAKING
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[attr="class","nikki102"]TO THE MOON AND BACK, I'LL LOVE YOU MORE THAN THAT
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[attr="class","nikki109"]She hears a wheeze, defeat in words as the other person continues to struggle. But he sounds like he's having a much rougher go at it than her, as if the chain around his neck is purposefully tightening?[break][break]

Once again, her fingers reach for her own, haplessly trying to pry under it. It doesn't budge but it hasn't tightened to the point of choking her if she isn't struggling either. This leaves space for her mind to wander, to process the things around her. To try to recognise words as words directed towards her, instead of sheer white noise and ghostly whispers racking her head.[break][break]

Her gaze tilts up.[break][break]

He's here with her.[break]
Why is he here?
[break]

Like a shot of adrenaline injected straight into her bloodstream, she pounces at him. Not to harm, but to hug him with whatever feeble bits of strength she has left. To hug him as tightly as she can as if that might help to hide the trembling. Nothing has changed about their situation. If he and the other screaming prisoners haven't made an attempt to bust out, they're still stuck in a prison with no escape.[break][break]

And yet, just having him here in the deepest and darkest of times affords a little warmth to her cold, lifeless soul.
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[attr="class","nikki103"]uh oh sisters
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tl;dr - prismatic fuckery: dumb ed.[break]
✦ recognises isaac, THROWING HERSELF AT HIM TO HUG[break][break]









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nikki

illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
consumed
with what's to transpire.
5’8” height
5’8” height
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 3:09:08 GMT
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you believe me like a god, [break]
i destroy you like i am

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she wakes slowly, the way you do when sleep is a luxury you can't afford to give up - clinging to the semblance of peace it offers for the world is a chaotic symphony of noise and slumber is quiet.

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on the third sleepy blink, pieces click into place. it's still. she doesn't see ripples when she opens her eyes. there's no spatial matter swimming in the peripheral, begging for attention like a dog seeking scraps. the destruction and subsequent creation in the universe doesn't tug at her mind.

[break][break]

it's too quiet - foreign, reminiscent of another time... a weaker time.

[break][break]

and hands clamp down onto her arms, then, as a familiar voice comes swimming into eardrums. she gasps. her chest heaves. chains rattle somewhere close. panic rises.

[break][break]

"don't touch me."

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her hands claw at his - the words don't click, but that's neither here nor there at the moment for she's chained and she can't go back to that submarine. she can't. she won't. she'll kill them all.

[break][break]

only when she's relatively confident she has succeeded in smacking his hands away from her arms does she collect herself. fractured pieces of composure are gathered up in shaky arms and held back together. she can't weld them into a whole, cohesive exterior - not without her now familiar pink energy. and without it, she feels worse than before. the mind swells without power, without spatial energy scrambling to keep it all together, and she can feel the spreading of paranoid fissures spiderwebbing through the brain.

[break][break]

"i don't know... my powers are gone - i can't sense where anything is anymore."

[break][break]

another voice echoes from another cell - is it next to theirs? she can't tell. it's irritating, grating on already frazzled nerves. her head whips toward what she assumes is the direction, and her voice leaves in a disoriented snarl a moment later to answer for .

[break][break]

"mind your damn business, rat!"

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yeah, she wouldn't survive in prison... not like this.


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wakes up, no powers thanks to toxic chain,[break]
tries to smack roy's hands away from her arms,[break]
shouts at to shut up.

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milky

jayden
he/him
28
december 25
ballonlea, galar
bisexual
wyndon ceo
admin
we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter
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jayden cross
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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 5:30:21 GMT
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[attr="class","lyrics"] not a god's chosen [break] but a god's cursed

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vaguely, he can hear the screams.

[break][break] nightmares are nothing new to a person like , who had spent a majority of his childhood and upbringing being raised by one. NIKOLAI CROSS - in many ways - embodied a nightmare himself, a man who's darkness bled with every step. jayden's nightmares were often sour with the memories of either him, or his brother. more recently, the reminder of FATHER WINTER 2 who had brought all of those demons to life once again.

[break][break] but it was ironic, in a way, that once the darkness slipped over his body, jayden felt an element of peace as well. in the waking world, he was cursed with the images of his patron — of the HATRED that embodied his very being. the thoughts were constant, of wanting to kill and needing to be killed. it was a constant state of warring emotion, one that he only felt reprieved when he fell asleep at his beloved's side.

[break][break] speaking of , the fellow admin was one of the few reasons that jayden felt reprieve at all nowadays. it was as if chien pao simply could not bear to be near the charlatan, or his fickle companion.

[break][break] but neither of these things greeted jayden upon waking. there was just that vague sensation of someone screaming — a sound that grew louder and louder, sounding like gravel against a chalkboard. for a moment, the admin assumed that it was his own thoughts crashing down upon him once more. the burning resentment that so-often filled his chest, the chronic torment that had never quite been able to leave him.

[break][break] after all, such was his lifelong CURSE.

[break][break] but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he felt the whistling sensation of coldness that was not quite the frost he had become numb to, jayden realized - with a starling flash - that this was not a nightmare. this was not his home. fern was not beside him. there were no cozy blankets to tangle himself in — only the frigid, unyielding sensation of stone beneath him.

[break][break] his eyes snapped open, locking onto 's limp body lying next to him. a wave of terror swept through him at the sight of their unmoving body.

[break][break] "fern!" he said with a sudden gasp, springing to his feet with urgency and immediately calling upon the ice that he had become so familiar with. yet instead, he was met with a suffocating grip around his throat, a haunting echo of 's grasp. it drove him to collapse to his knees, as he clawed at the sudden mask afixed onto his face. his expression, once serene as winter's frost, blazed with frantic panic as he searched desperately for the rocket scientist to plead his life, just as he had done in the giant chasm. but he did not see her. he could barely see in the bleeding dark. all he could see was —

[break][break] he blinked, catching the sight of someone lounging over the nearby cot.

[break][break] his fingers slipped away from the TOXIC CHAIN wringing his neck, feeling the air flood back into his lungs the moment he relinquished resistance.

[break][break] "bee." he would recognize that voice anywhere. "where are we?"

[break][break] the admin shifted uncertainly, kneeling over 's body, knuckles grazing over the other's cheek as he willed them to waken.

[break][break] all the while trying to ignore the sudden ache in his chest of something missing.

[break][break] but rather than fear, all jayden could feel was a sudden sense of relief.

[break][break] 'what was that?'

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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 5, 2024 8:35:24 GMT
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Her cellmate’s voice sounded kinda familiar. Slowly, Andrea’s eidetic memory took effect; a circus tent, a Gym battle, a jester, a mushroom. “Giovanna Joy?” Close enough. It was , actually, but could you really expect her to recall her name correctly when they’d only interacted once?
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Regardless, the bluenette advised her to stay calm, which was easier said than done when half their ward was either freaking out or cussing at the guards, who--upon closer inspection--appeared to be Megalopolans. Were they behind the Toxic Chain outbreak that had sent Hoenn’s forces into a month-long patrol of poison and pestilence?
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“Don’t tell me they locked us up here so they can eat us…” The PokéManiac muttered, utterly horrified by the idea. Indeed, being reduced to an alien race’s livestock was an even worse fate than being incarcerated for tax evasion.
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Hearing ’s voice responding expelled those dark, intrusive thoughts. “Yes! Friend is okay!” Andrea called back to the young cub, leaning even closer against the bars of the door-less cell. “Hang in there, friend! We’ll figure a way out, I promise!”
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Oops. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to loudly announce in the presence of their wardens that they intended to stage a prison break.





NOTES


- Dummy ward[break]
- No Pokémon, no Sygna Suit[break]
- Almost gets 's name right[break]
- Reassures that they will find a way out[break]
- Andrea is being very loud. Feel free to overhear if you are in the dummy ward






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LunarMona

Elly, El
she/her
24
December 24
Hammerlocke, Galar
Bisexual
Galarian Ambassador
Rustboro Captain
darling, so share with me
or pain if that's what it is
5'7" / 170 cm height
5'7" / 170 cm height
i long to stay where the light dwells to guard against the cold that i know so well
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Elise Calcifet
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When he puts on a brave face in spite of their uncomfortable situation in being locked up and held by a toxic chain, Elise calms down too. He reassures her that their Pokemon would be out there somewhere waiting for them and if they put their heads together, they’ll find them. “That is true. I am sure that both our Pokemon are strong enough on their own that they can fight to ensure our freedom.” Elise doesn’t know how long their Pokemon would take to reach where they were, but she figured that they’ll be in another place in this strange prison.[break][break]

A noise that sounded like mechanical hums were what she heard. Something was coming down to greet them where there were Megalopolans outside of their cell as prison guards. “It does look like we’ll get our answers to where we are from that sound.” She takes his hand and watches an elevator descend, maybe whatever would be coming down to see the prisoners in each of the other cells can give them an answer of why they were locked up too.[break][break]

Another male voice next to their cell's wall asks if she’s okay. While she can’t see the face of that person, that familiar voice would tell her that it’s who helped her in the events of Postdormitum. “I’m alright, thank you. Are you holding up alright, Officer Cassidy?” Elise doesn’t call the blond officer his actual name as if she’s a little wary that those who were Rocket might be in those cells too.



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– talks with Noel[break]
– also hears Pax next to their cell and answers him too[break]
– No Pokemon and accessories (Mega Tiara and Tera Orb)


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spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
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UGLY WARD



HE’S BEEN HERE BEFORE. robbed of his senses, thrust into the unknown. it hardly bothers him anymore. for the TOXIC CHAIN strapped to his neck does more than latch onto flesh. it is a torquette against all things unnatural. whatever AVATARSHIP that remains, and the afflictions that come with it, have been severed.

to replace one poison with another.

for the first time in months, he has a newfound sense of clarity. a sharpness that follows his standard procedures with divorced objectivity.

when he awakes, he remains still, eye fluttering, half-lidded once, as he slows his breathing. a short time to analyze his situation, allowing still inaction to cover him where others would announce their consciousness with belligerent panicking.

he is not alone. the constant screams from other cells tells him more than he needs to know. all in all, it reminds him of his visit to DARKRAI’s NIGHTMARE REALM.

when he finds the strength to stand, he unfurls, rising to his full height, broad and erect, in front of the cell’s bars. the light from outside casts his shadow over the cell, intimidating in the lumbering perspective of his cellmate.

but he pays them no mind.

his eye is on the passing MEGALOPOLANs and the center column.


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Aura

Kyr
she/her
thirty-six
December 31st
Blackthorn City
Bi-sexual
Assassin / Architect
Civilian
my most beautiful chaos
One day I will find you
1m85 // 6'1 height
1m85 // 6'1 height
Her heart in spite, is warm and bright
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Kyrenai Black
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Consciousness hit Kyrenai with a vengeance.

Darkness, not complete but less that inclined her to believe no natural light penetrated this building's walls, cold stone against her back and legs, immediately notifying her that a lot of gear was missing from her person. The remnants of a pounding headache lurking in the back of her consciousness. Her sight, deluded by a mask, and chain wrapped around her neck and face.

She took her time checking every limb still worked as it should. Deliberately slow, without abrupt movements in case someone beyond her field of view was watching her; she wasn't the only one who stirred however. When her cellmate awakened to their shared peril she became silent again, unmoving.

The assassin merely listened, and watched.

Silver hair and a mask just like hers, the assassin concludes. Unless their captors felt the urge to get creative and grant each of them a unique one. Doubtful. Albeit cautious, panic wasn't truly in her cards at that moment. It wasn't her first time being detained, but that had never lasted long. In fact, miserable cots like these reminded her of her training days, when disobedience was still beaten out of her; the quickest way to find comfort in cobblestone floors. Even the screams echoeing from the other cells made her feel nostalgic.

The steady, warm voice following the girl's earlier assessements made her smirk. How kind. It was a good thing the mask hid the smirk on her lips, or she might've looked insincere when she replied. "As good as you are, I suppose." Kyrenai's voice is eerily calm, like the matter at had is a mere inconvenience rather than an actual problem.

"Though I guess that they've been kind considering our 'freedom'," she stretches and gets up, shaking her legs to get her blood circulation running properly again. "Safe for whatever the fuck this is." she taps the strange purple chain.




Tldr;
- WEAKLING WARD
- Wakes up with a headache (got KO'd and captured)
- Unamused by the chains, but not really bothered by the surprise imprisonment
- Is assessing Violet & the situation



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