Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
AQUA, Combat Medic
Bug Catcher
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
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John Sullivan
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 27, 2024 19:16:42 GMT
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
He gives Yuina Higashi one last smile, one last squeeze of the hand, and resists the urge to kiss her as the masks are locked back into place.
His 'deepest desire' had been neither complex nor unbelievable.
I can reach for that life with my own hands.
Even if the chain could get him there faster— was it worth it, after seeing what it had made out of even fearsome Megalopolan generals?
No. It was not. Nothing was worth surrendering one's own free will.
...
But then again.
Before he could have a happy, peaceful life as a family man, surely the end of rocket was required...? The league hadn't really made any advances on that front ever since Team Rocket's return. If anything, they had only lost ground, what with Sootopolis still being in their grasp.
Maybe he... they did need some help. Just a little extra kick, to put things to an end. After all, they had seen the effects of the chain on other pokemon. Mutations and aggression, sure, but also... strength.
... But there's surely rockets whose greatest desire is for their side to win in this group alone, though.
... Right. Not all desires were compatible. He dared venture a guess that most of them within the ugly ward alone weren't.
Something didn't sit quite right with him about all this...
... What the hell am I thinkin'?
Of course it bloody didn't. hadn't he called it the goddamn Opium-slash-brainwashing Room even before taking a step inside? Hadn't they all been brought into this prison against their will and kept there under threat of death?
Nothing about this could to be trusted. Everything had to be questioned as a matter of course!
But... still. On the off chance that the chain could actually help, maybe it would be good to at least consider the possibilities?
"No, no, no. What the hell...?" He muttered with a groan, bringing his arm over his face with a frustrated sneer. "The fuck's wrong with me...?"
Laid upon the steel cot, trapped between a soft, pretty rock and a steel place, he tried to keep himself from banging his head unto the 'bed' while Yuina rested, the weight of her head on his chest reminding him to shut up.
Maybe if he just... stopped thinking about things and went to sleep, it would sort itself out.
He could only pray.
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