THOSE WORDS WERE A CURSE

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THOSE WORDS WERE A CURSE

POSTED ON Nov 5, 2024 5:10:44 GMT

The grave was open. The path was clear. The stink of rose petals was still in the air, and freshly turned earth caused the admin's boots to sink slightly into the ground. Yet this grave had been open for a few days, at least. To call it freshly turned would be a lie. Yet lies and truth blurred together, now.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." Howard's hand turned covered his mouth as he repressed the urge to vomit. Yet there was a certain poetic justice to spewing bile over Elisabeth's grave. Yet still, he resisted. "She got me. She fucking got me. What do I do now?"

She had come back from the dead. It shouldn't have surprised him, but it did. When Elisabeth Fiorelli's back was to the wall, she was at her best. It was a realization that terrified him, because it was similar to Howard worked. He had struggled in Petalburg until Regirock had pushed his back to the wall.

In spite of everyone getting in his way, Howard had succeeded. In spite of burying her under stone, Elisabeth had succeeded. History often rhymed, and yet that didn't mean Howard had to appreciate it when his chapter stepped in sync with the underboss's.

He took a deep breath as he looked up at the tomb. Something foul was in the air, and the stink of roses seemed to grow in intensity.

"I know you're there." He didn't turn around. Not until he could compose himself. "Elisabeth."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

THOSE WORDS WERE A CURSE

POSTED ON Nov 7, 2024 4:42:29 GMT

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"Oh? You didn't seem to want company."[break][break]

She relishes in seeing him like this.[break][break]

There's a deep-seated pleasure to seeing another human being squirm like a Magikarp hooked on a wire, wriggling and helpless. It's one of the few indulgences she's known since day she descended into the misery that Wo-Chien plucked her from.[break][break]

To suffer in isolation is to live in perpetual agony. To inflict it on others is to know temporary relief.[break][break]

Wo-Chien slithers out first, a hulking figure of mossy shadow that looms ahead of her far more unassuming silhouette. There's a radiance to her skin, flush with life that reflects in the vibrancy of her emerald eyes.[break][break]

Death has killed all the imperfections of her old body, making way for the new.[break][break]

For a long time, she stares at the remains of her former grave. Nothing reveals itself in her expression, save for a pensiveness that settles into a discomforting silence. When it breaks, it is a simple statement that rings cold with indifference.[break][break]

"Is it an apology or gratitude you intend to offer me?"

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Wo-Chien (o) TABLETS OF RUIN: Poison Gas, Giga Drain, Ruination, Shadow Sneak, Burning Jealousy, Spiky Shield, Springtide Storm (TERA: STELLAR, Z-MOVE: PLAGUE-BORNE PESTILENCE)

Wo-Chien (o) TABLETS OF RUIN: Poison Gas, Giga Drain, Ruination, Shadow Sneak, Burning Jealousy, Spiky Shield, Springtide Storm (TERA: STELLAR, Z-MOVE: PLAGUE-BORNE PESTILENCE)

Tapu Fini (o) misty surge: MOONBLAST, NATURE'S MADNESS, SURF, BLIZZARD, PROTECT, CALM MIND (Z-MOVE)

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THOSE WORDS WERE A CURSE

POSTED ON Nov 8, 2024 1:45:38 GMT

"You're worthy of neither. I should kill you again."

Worth. Elisabeth Fiorelli had never been worthy. She had been beckoned. If the admin knew the difference, he would've found the distinction amusing. It was just a word. Just one word in the human lexicon of billions. Yet between worth and beckoning was a chasm as dark as the other side of the moon.

How powerful, language was.

"I should've been more thorough, you halophyte." He turned. She looked different. More alive. The admin, in comparison, looked far more dead. A statue that didn't exude warmth or love or kindness, just a being carved from marble in the likeliness of a human being. There was no crueler joke than the dichotomy that separated them. "I'm surprised, though."

She was indifferent. That didn't mean that he didn't see her. She had left him with a handful of words before departing for the other side, and that was the best glimpse into Elisabeth's soul that the underboss could offer him.

"Do you think that shaming me in front of the entirety of upper command would make me grovel and beg at your feet? You stole my victory, Elisabeth. Stole it and paraded it around like an ornament."

Even if he didn't know it, it was a sensation she'd be able to empathize with, even if Édouard's body was a million miles away.

"Why would I apologize or thank you?" His lips curled into a sneer, although he had a suspicion. "Tell me."

He wanted to hear it from her lips.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Lisa Bortiforte

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

THOSE WORDS WERE A CURSE

POSTED ON Nov 8, 2024 2:45:51 GMT

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Ah, but she's twice-cursed, isn't she? Beckoned to Scorn, and worthy of Vindication.[break][break]

Who is howard slayte but a little man with little toys, hiding behind his machines? What a small creature he seems to her now, wrapped up in all these nonsensical hierarchies with talk of shame and victory.[break][break]

He is all bluster and no bite. Even as he claims otherwise even now.[break][break]

"You never truly killed me, Fox," she reminds him, peculiarly calm in her rebuke. "Your little wind-up toy's programming exists independent of you, does it not? And has hunted me and my kindred long before you."[break][break]

It's pitiful, the way he's propped up her corpse for some meager rise in standing.[break][break]

The first blow in their battle had been cast in Area Zero, not Petalburg. Leaving Slayte a bystander in a war of Ruination he did not and could not comprehend.[break][break]

"Not that this stopped you from justifying my death to the entirety of upper command, stealing my victory, and parading my corpse around like an ornament. But no matter."[break][break]

She doesn't match his emotion despite matching his words. There's no point. There's far too much he has yet to understand.[break][break]

"I suppose declan walsh never told you of our correspondence as you were gloating, now did he?"[break][break]

No more than an Ariados might inform an oblivious Cutiefly of his impending web.

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THOSE WORDS WERE A CURSE

POSTED ON Nov 8, 2024 4:12:51 GMT

"Your victory." Howard's voice was as dry as a desert. "So you say."

History would not see it that way. Of that, he was sure. Regardless of Elisabeth's capacity to twist the truth, he was in charge of Petalburg's reconstruction. It was a punishment, and it had been deemed as such, but there were far worse fates. Yet what grabbed the admin's attention was the mention of declan walsh.

"I wondered if that was possible, the way you two entered the meeting room together. Our Rocket Boss is as slippery as ever." Silently, the archaeologist fumed. "I haven't had the opportunity to meet with him personally, yet. I was quite busy with the aftermath of the city."

That, and hiding from everyone that wanted to question him. That, and paying his respects here. The admin smiled grimly.

"I'll have to pay him a visit."

And what a delight that would be, the admin was sure. Yet the two were intimately familiar. After all, how many times had Howard been alone in his office with nothing but his shadow?

"You know, this is funny." Howard reached into his pocket and produced a cigarette. "History is a cycle. This is the second time I've buried you, but the first time that you've actually come back from beyond the grave."

Flicker. A lighter ignited.

"You were far more tolerable, up in that tower."

Elisabeth Fiorelli