illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
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who's afraid of little old me?[break]
well, you should be
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[attr="class","postbox"] [attr="class","imgavatar"]  flashes of lightning illuminate his face in slightly dizzying patterns. the rose-tinted blast gives shadows a full preview before it dies an early death somewhere behind him and the yellow eyes feel like dozens the longer they linger. [break][break] she swallows, parts her lips, and speaks low into the earpiece. [break][break] "walsh on me," she pauses, static filling in the space her voice has vacated for a moment. "engaging."[break][break] the comms go dead, then, and an eerie whisper of silence fans out slowly across the air. [break][break] as she stares across the precipice of no return, she tries to will herself to look past the monsters screaming out below. she fails - inevitably, as is her nature - and the subtle darting of eyes into the abyss marks the first of many bubbling mistakes. [break][break] "no," comes the quick reply. too quick, perhaps. she chalks it up to racing against invisible sands in an hourglass, struggling to not drown beneath the weight of time running out, but even that would add to the tally. [break][break] the earpiece bubbles back up, clinging to life, and annalise henderson 's voice comes rumbling through the audio. [break][break] "walsh is on me." [break][break] she blinks, almost owlishly, and doubt begins to sow its first seeds. they take root quickly, festering in spaces of the ribcage until each breath is filled with leafy vines and air feels like a luxury she cannot have. [break][break] can she trust her own vision? or is that, too, filled to the brim with maggots and worms eating away at her with each move? is he nothing more than another figment of the imagination, of paranoia manifesting into the physical plane? she releases her salamence from its pokeball with the rigid movement of her arm, eyes never straying out of fear that he'll evaporate if she looks away... that he, too, will dance just outside of her vision and his laughter will join the cacophony already bleeding out her ears. [break][break] "you should be."[break][break] [attr="class","oocnotes"] declan walsh [break] prelude: sootopolis b.
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through the rain-beaded veil of storm, the rocket boss appears. shadows coalesce and diffuse at the edges of his coat. his face remains as stoic as the white bluffs rocket calls home.[break][break]
