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Elise Calcifet sounds fine, for now. At the very least she's alive. He hears Noel Parker along with her and while he does not recognize them, is happy she's not stuck with someone rowdy. It's hard to describe the mix of panic and anger that bursts through his chest as he watched the LOYAL THREE come down. From his cell he watches the dog one step off, bulky and sporting the same toxic chains they all did. There's levels of control here. The megalopolans seem to be entranced, cannibalistic urges kept at bay. The prisoners were all chained, and the warden wielded the chains like accessories and weapons. But what exactly influenced the effect? [break][break]

He had a feeling he'd need to observe more to figure it out. For now, he takes in what he can see and passes it along quietly to his cellmate. He can read the crates at least. It gets a dry laugh out of him. "Weakling Ward." he stated as the dog pokemon set aside work for them. The other two disappear below. "There's more levels to this place." Though that shouldn't be surprising, in an environment like this, it's best to gather all possible information. [break][break]

The abundance of glowing blue crystal could be a hint to where they are. But then again, much of Hoenn had been plagued by it as well. They could be underground anywhere on the region. As the megalopolans speak, they make mention of the 3 day war. But as far as he remembered from the reports, these pokemon hadn't been present. And the real casualties had been Megalopolans and their Ultra Beasts. As he thinks on this, doing anything to slow down his heart rate, the ward gets rowdy, screaming and crying echoing out as people resist their current reality. Paxton is silent as the ward choses one to execute, and Paxton feels cold. The punishment is especially torturous, but it was a warning. They were dispensable. [break][break]

His eyes are on the Megalopolans. "Not gonna eat?" he asks one as they bring him and PETRA MONROE their food. But they aliens don't respond, purple eyes reminding him of the first outbreak of the toxic chains in Hoenn. He stays away from his bars should the guard get aggressive like the ones before. "It's...symbiotic?" he wondered out loud as they walked away. A willing wearing of the chains maybe driven by desperation to escape? He watches prisoners begin to eat, chains snapping forward and moving. Paxton can't quite wrap his head around it but he decides to think and work, lest he wanted the same fate as the dead puddle nearby. He eats what e can of the mochi, uncertain how often meals will come in tis shit hole, and then grimaces as his own chain is moved, allowing him freedom outside the cell. [break][break]

He moves to pick up some crystal dutifully, mulling over the mention of potential. Could it just be referring to infinity energy? He wished illeana reyes or Eva Morales were here to confer with. But then again, if they could avoid this hell hole, all the better for them. Someone had to keep watch of the region. If this was the megalopolans making a play at Hoenn again, they needed everyone on deck back at HQ. Paxton tries to find himself a place to work, hefting a few pieces of thick rock and trying to smash it onto the floors to help it crack. Guards move through and around them, with the Warden bullying whoever it likes. Paxton is no exception, shoved roughly and losing his balance as a piece of crystal flies forward and rolls a foot away. Despite the reward, the emphasis that he was disposable is not missed. He ignores the people around him that try to make plays too early on, glancing at Shred Zeppelin briefly before hefting a piece of rock up and tossing it back down. If he saw shards being pilfered, no he didn't. [break][break]



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