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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
single
5'3'' height
5'3'' height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Cassandra Kubrick
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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2024 20:56:09 GMT
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Petalburg's different than before and Cass feels like kicking and screaming. But she's in hiding - only brief moments that she catches from empty alleyways before the "Ralts" teleports her further. And further. Again and again, until she stands in the shadows of familiar greenery. Immaculately maintained - she could probably go into the garden and see some of her time-consuming berries, ready for harvest now. A spot in an otherwise alien landscape that used to be so familiar that still kept its familiarity.

And she knows exactly why, of course.

It's already been untouched during the war - why change? She knows her mother wouldn't allow anything to touch it.

She minds her mind in disarray again, and she truly isn't even sure what to expect from this ... conversation. She almost doesn't want to enter the house using her keys, but a confrontation out here would be unwise, so inside it is.

She holds Jon tightly in her arms as she opens up the backdoor, entering the house, while Azelf makes itself comfortable in the hood of her jacket, keeping a lazy eye and a conscious mind on things.

One step further, and another one.


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Kelpie
She/Her
41
June 18
Snowbelle City
Pansexual
Rocket Scientist
Grunt
Fill Me Up Buttercup
M.I.A.
35 height
35 height
This vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity
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Calpurnia Kubrick
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POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 1:06:10 GMT
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The porch light was on, a beacon to guide Cassie home. An oddity in mommy’s ultra-efficient ship.
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‘Motion detected.’ The phone pinged at the message and was almost immediately picked up. The familiar face on the screen fills Calpurnia Kubric with an immense sense of relief. Her baby’s in one piece, even if her hair looks like it’s been washed by knock off VO5. But this exaltation doesn’t last long. Right on its heels, there’s anger and indignation.
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She had been worried sick and this little brat couldn’t be bothered to return a text message. The tracking app on the phone had given a general idea of her location and it was terrible to contemplate. Her sweet, naive Cassandra holed up in the woods like some boarish backpacker. No doubt she would come home covered in fleas, ticks, and Arceus knew what else.
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Mother typically went to bed by 11 PM. The children—even the elder—knew waking her after that should be a matter of life and death. Which is why it’s strange when Cassandra sees a light on in the office. If she peeked inside, it’d be obvious that her mother had been distressed. The normally spotless desk is covered in mail and paperwork. In place of the typical cup of tea there’s a bottle of mid-grade wine. A champagne bottle hovers close to the keyboard. Normally perfect hair is a mess, like she’s been tossing in turning in a nonexistent bed.
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Some part of her wants to rush out there and cruss Cassie against her chest. Maybe cry into those dark purple curls and hold her like a baby again. Maybe even apologize for lying about what she did. But that would require Calpurnia to believe it was wrong. Instead, the scientist takes a deep breath and lets her mask slip into place. Even if it’s her daughter, there would be no showing her little tantrum had its intended effect.
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With one last breath, the diva steps onto the stage of her hallway.
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Her arms fold across her chest, mostly to stop them from shaking. A fleeting smile vanishes. “Well, well, well.” Mother sings. “Look what the trashbag dragged in.” She shook her head.
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“Your sisters were worried sick.” Implied was the fact that she wasn’t.

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Time to kiss and makeup?[break]




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cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
single
5'3'' height
5'3'' height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Cassandra Kubrick
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POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 11:54:23 GMT
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Cass stands uncertain in the hallway that is so familiar. She's seen the lights on outside - an unusual happenstance, as she's never really seen her mother work overtime. Part of her scoffs there, thinking on how the war must demand more and more, like the hungry, devouring beast it is.

But seeing her mother step out of the hallway, she can't think of the war consuming everything she's ever known. She just notices hair, way more dishevelled than overtime could, and a glimpse into the office behind her, obvious signs of being distressed. She doesn't believe that this might have a reason in work - she knows her mother's good, and she doesn't want to think about what research could cause this.

She feels her lips quiver at the sight of comfort, before it comes stabbing her with words. She does her best not to take a step back, though her body still remembers the fear, the pain, the betrayal from weeks ago. She holds Jon a bit closer, who rustles soothingly. "He really did," she speaks through gritted teeth, whisper of words as she thinks of how strong he is and how much he fails.

"What about you?" she then asks, her voice small and almost breaking.

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Kelpie
She/Her
41
June 18
Snowbelle City
Pansexual
Rocket Scientist
Grunt
Fill Me Up Buttercup
M.I.A.
35 height
35 height
This vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity
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Calpurnia Kubrick
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POSTED ON Nov 5, 2024 3:58:21 GMT
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As Cassandra steps further inside, a certain rotund figure is silhouetted against the backdoor. Once she’s clear, Purrseus knocks the door shut with one hip. His spring loaded tail twists the lock into place with an audible click. Even he looks wan and out of place. His normally impeccable appearance is off. Straight whiskers bent at odd angles. Is that a bald spot on his rump?
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The sassy remark coaxes out a sigh. It seems she owes the refuse a reward of some kind. It seems his common sense is the only part of him that isn’t trashy. Maybe a little dig through her office garbage can? The silly little snot was never allowed in there. “Were you that attached to living like a hobo?” Really, nothing had actually changed. Cassandra was just better educated about the realities of it.
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Then, that question emerges. It’s small and reedy, on the verge of tears.
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Calpurnia shatters. Posturing ends as she rushes forward to crush her daughter to her in a bone cracking hug. “Oh, Cassie.” She doesn’t even care as trash juices are spread across her bursting pajama top. Her lips press into her daughter’s dry hair. “You silly, silly little Ducklett.” Tears pour down her face as she fights back a sniffle. That mask, that act meant nothing compared to the baby she held in her arms.
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The one she’d taught to walk and attended ballet recitals for. This was why she fought so hard to end the domineering aspirations of the League and the mad gods that threatened this world. Nails wrap tightly around her daughter’s quivering arms.
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“Of course I did.”

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Time to kiss and makeup?[break]




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cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
single
5'3'' height
5'3'' height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Cassandra Kubrick
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POSTED ON Nov 11, 2024 12:00:26 GMT
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Cass flinches as the door clicks close behind her - but she winces almost more as she turns and sees Purrseus in a state that is less than immaculate. It shadows the fact that she's been trapped in here - something she's been expecting, if she's entirely honest. "Purrseus, dear," she murmurs, one hand outstretched to take care of some of the damage, but she takes a step back before she could connect.

There's someone else to face first.

Her mother's appearance is similiarly dishevelled - makes her heart ache - though the appearance is kept up elsewhere. As sharp as ever, cutting like a knife. But she doesn't have the strength to refute her words for once, thinking that maybe- maybe she'd rather go back. But she doesn't want to.

A small confirmation, a cry from her heart.

As Calpurnia steps forward, she does the same, almost falls that way - startling the Ralts in her hood, which quickly holds on, peeking and making itself comfortable again. Jon's similiarly startled, though it's more about actually being included in the hug. He tries to wiggle sideways, but Cass' and then Calpurnia's hold makes it impossible.

Cass bursts into tears at her mother's embrace, sobbing freely and ugly crying as she buries her face into Calpurnia's shoulder. "M-mom-" she cries muffled, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of relief - tainted still, but right now, nothing else matters. "Mom..." The tears don't stop, as if wanting to flood the entire world. She hiccups, marginally loosing the embrace to press her palms against her eyes to stop the tears, but it's futile.

"I'm- I- I missed you, mom, and everyone-" she cries, before burying her head into her mom's shoulder again.

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Kelpie
She/Her
41
June 18
Snowbelle City
Pansexual
Rocket Scientist
Grunt
Fill Me Up Buttercup
M.I.A.
35 height
35 height
This vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity
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POSTED ON Nov 12, 2024 16:18:53 GMT
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The oversized cat offers a nod of acknowledgement. Though he would not mind being petted, he knows it is not his right to interfere. Mother had to take her pound of flesh first. His bridge could be easily mended later. A few bits of meat or Kantonese under the table would cover the toll. His mistress’s insistence on a diet—even though his lovely weight made him durable—was quite an inconvenience.
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The mother does not care about John’s wiggling or the little miscreant peeking out her daughter’s hood. The talk of strays would wait until later. In this moment, it’s two years ago again. The dat daddy vanished. It’s those same sobs that now wrack her daughter’s smaller form. She doesn’t even bother scolding Cassie as tears draw dark lines down her pajamas. She just holds her tighter. “Shh. Shhhhhh.” She murmurs into dark hair like a wind through pond reeds. “I’m right here. No need to flood Sootopolis.”

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“I know.” She can feel the truth of those words. She knows what it is to run off as a teenager, but is glad (unlike her) her little chickadee flew right back. It’s gratifying to know—for all their complaining—that her children feel safe. And, at this point, she’ll do anything to keep it that way. Even if she has to tear down each brick of the League by her damned self.
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A thunderous rumble fills the space between them as Purrseus begins weaving figure eights between their legs. It’s very rare to hear the curmudgeon purr, but that is indeed what he’s doing.


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Time to kiss and makeup?[break]




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cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
single
5'3'' height
5'3'' height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Nov 16, 2024 14:51:49 GMT
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A quiet understanding between her mom's partner and Cass - she nods, almost imperceivable, already feeling a longing for those old days. The feeling of doubt is quickly drowned by the warmth of her mother's embrace despite everything that has happened, every thought she's had since their last meeting. Drowned out by the tears that flow and betray her convictions for something familiar, for something she so desperately wants to believe in.

"Can't get worse than it's already been," she tries a lighthearted joke in between sobs, managing to pull herself together somewhat but refusing to let go further. There's Jon, there's Purrseus ... another sobbed laugh that escapes her mouth as he joins the hug fest, the rare occasion crowned by another rare occurance.

How much she's missed this.

At the end of the day, the brave face she's putting on is just that - deep down, there's always the scared child that simply wants to trust. Doesn't want to let go.

And still, through it all, another stir. "... Mom?" Her hands seem to bury deeper into her mother's pajamas, though she's quick to loosen her grip again, not wanting to destroy the fabric carelessly. "But I just don't know if I can ... if I can really come back ..."

Every moment, it feels like the rift's widening.

She's so scared.

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