abby, lady taipan
she/her
32 years old
November 4th
slateport
bisexual
bar owner, drug manufacturer
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Absinthe Blackwood
Snake Wine [M]
POSTED ON Aug 6, 2024 2:42:22 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","absinthe"] [attr="class","body"] absinthe is silent as she draws a pipette of clear liquid from a nearby flask. once, there was sympathy in her heart for the poor creatures she kept in cages, for the short but agonizingly slow lives they led. they are more innocent than human beings, and quieter too. they take care of their young, they do not steal and kill. on hard nights at school, absinthe wished she could live among them. but, by now, she has nothing left to give to them. by now, they are nothing more than numbers on a clipboard, indicating how many male, how many female, how many young. absinthe is too old to be caring for the rungs of a ladder. only the apex matters now.[break][break] she still trusts them more than human beings, though. they will never lie to her.[break][break] absinthe pulls the oldest rattata of the colony out, screaming and crying, and ushers it into a sealed off glass enclosure nearby. it scratches at the walls and runs circles inside, desperate for an escape, but there is none. "the product i have on the street is of a more... pleasurable variety. depressants, stimulants, sleep aids." absinthe pauses to inspect the pipette of clear liquid in the fluorescent light of the lab, then lowers it. "but this... this is my true passion."[break][break] the woman extends her hand with the pipette inside the enclosure and drops the liquid within onto the glass floor. the rattata cowers away from her touch, watching her warily, but straightens as her hand leaves. "it's a nerve agent. even just brushing up against it..."[break][break] absinthe taps the glass, startling the rattata into running across the liquid. "...is enough to kill."[break][break] absinthe watches with morbid curiosity as the rattata immediately falls upon itself, salivating uncontrollably and jerking as if she has been lit afire. "it restricts the body's ability to turn off its glands and muscles," absinthe murmurs as the ratatta continues to spasm, until the spasms grow slower, slower, slower. "fatigue sets in. basic bodily processes start shutting down. i'm not sure which goes first, though: the heart or the lungs."[break][break] nonetheless, they go. within just five minutes, the rattata is dead on the bottom of the container, eyes wide open, drool dripping from its maw. "it's not perfect. i'm not sure how it does on larger creatures. but it's a good start."[attr="class","pkmn"] [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".absinthe"]--accent:#D8AD43;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass]
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