Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
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It was not the first creature that Elisabeth had felled in the field of battle, and it would not be the last. She watched Dashie perish with all the cool indifference of witnessing the natural interplay of predator and prey in the wild.[break][break]
The strong lived, and the weak died. It was why she had striven to scrub herself of her weakness as much as humanly possible, denying its existence in the hopes that this would make it disappear entirely.[break][break]
"Do you think that Tapu Fini and Wo-chien view me as their friend?" she asked him, utterly astonished at the absurdity of this suggestion. "Poor misguided boy. Do you truly believe they view me as their equal?"[break][break]
The laugh that crawled out of her conveyed her disbelief at that notion. If anything, they'd dangled her like a puppet on long, tangled strings--power in exchange for loss of agency. It was a bitter exchange to accept, but she'd learned to take power wherever she could claim it. Being powerless had been enough to make her do anything to avoid knowing that fate again.[break][break]
"I had no intention of fighting you," Elisabeth reminded him, staying Wo-chien with a raise of her hand. She wanted him to listen. She wanted him to understand. "Dashie's death is the result of your own stubborn pride and zealotry. Had you let me pass unbothered, I would have extended you the same courtesy."[break][break]
She'd assumed that might be enough to earn passage, and moved to ride her Glastrier onwards. Instead, a blur of shadowed fur and teeth knocked her to the ground as the Sacred Ash Raikou's QUICK ATTACK threw her from her legendary steed. Rearing on its hindlegs in panic, the Glastrier jerked towards the Raikou with a frantic DOUBLE KICK.[break][break]
An ochre sheen ringed the underboss's eyes as Wo-chien hissed loudly in fury at the audacity of this attack, breathing out a POISON GAS that smothered its foes in an acidic haze. It might be enough time for its Avatar to regain her footing.
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