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i'm standing on the ashes of who i used to be

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great minds think alike. [break][break]

she realized as such with illeana reyes, however in a different vein, with different pretenses. though a scholar, she can imagine the restlessness that came with being unable to work on the field, unable to put their hands on the object that, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't be rummaged with their hands. this deal was beneficial, for the both of them - although it's a wonder why he would ever need more medical service from a doctor outside of rocket. [break][break]

why did he need to come to her? [break][break]

surely, it was nothing he needed to hide from rocket, and he must not be so benign to be beneath embarrassment and positional pride. it's suspicious, but marisol doesn't ask questions in this line of work; she only does what she's told. [break][break]

he smiles, she'll smile back. the civil game isn't something new. "happily, business as usual." she hums, though they both know the angelic tone is not that of a saint. [break][break]

if she needed him, she'll find him. the word travels quickly through the grapevine, and she has good channels. "i'll be seeing you soon, then." the doctor hums, her eyes doing one last check over, before moving to the door of the lab. it's only to disable the traps of the approaching hall - the last thing she wanted was to poison her patient as he leaves. [break][break]

he'd doubtlessly give her an earful the next time they met.

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the floor comes quickly. [break][break]

her landing is only briefly alleviated because of her GARDEVOIR, who still stands as her guardian. the psychic pokemon used a weaker telekinesis to keep both herself and Mimi Hirose from immediately crashing into the ground, at least. when she realizes, however, the gardevoir has reverted back to her regular appearance. odd, she was sure that mega evolution should last longer. [break][break]

a sight familiar - and dark - reaches her gaze as she looks out towards dim. the paradise in her dream was brighter, more vibrant - and her clear mind has her empathize with her captors; but stockholm hasn't grasped her yet.[break][break]

despite crashing, she feels nauseous - sick. the result of time jumping thanks to celebi, but she doesn't quite know this, yet, as she tries to pull herself together. instead, her first thought is to check on Mimi Hirose with a soft "i'm happy to see you, too, but are you alright?", glancing towards the young woman. marisol's first instinct is to help her up, bring her to her feet. she's still confused, and still scared. of course she'd be.[break][break]

then her attention is grabbed by cyllora, a cry for mercy reaching her ears. the nurse's brows furrow, a scoff nearly escaping her lips. almost, at how absurd the alien was being. spare them, after all they had done to them? after putting them through hell, after not even sparing the children, who she'll argue are innocent? they tortured them, stole their pokemon from them, nearly pushed them half to death, and now they were begging for mercy? [break][break]

how audacious. [break][break]

a storm of emotions - namely anger and vindication - fill the gardevoir, whose connection with her trainer has her stand in an offensive position. she doesn't move, however, by sole virtue of her mind hanging on by a thread; that thread was a sliver of reason and mercy. [break][break]

"i think," she speaks, softly - very few save for those close in her proximity could hear the pensive murmur "it's time for something to change." her eyes narrow to the gardevoir, whose body slowly lowers into a calm. her path is paved with blood, violence, and needless murder. it's how she's been, how she's always been, but she doesn't have to stay this way, does she? [break][break]

"psychic." she quickly commands the gardevoir, whose eyes glow blue to redirect the flying debris towards the megalopean. the gardevoir continues to hold the psychic, eyes out to protect the one who begs for mercy and freedom. the nurse then, glances to the young lady who's still confused as ever. [break][break]

she asked her what they should do. she's confused, scared, and shaking - just like the other children uninvolved in this cycle of hatred. "it's okay," she murmurs, shifting her free arm to gently pat the top of the young woman's head. "... we'll end this cycle of hate, and we'll go home." she's tired, but it doesn't mean someone younger than her should lose that same energy. [break][break]

"you can do it, i'll keep an eye on you and your pokemon."

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there's a breaking point. [break][break]

a breaking point to madness and a breaking point to violence. surely, because even hell had its own standards to absurdity (hoenn isn't that kind; the megalopeons are not saints; they're human (or adjacent) like them, clinging onto what little hope they may have. they're no different from those who'd choose to sacrifice an unknown to protect themselves. they're no different from her).[break][break]

okidoki tries to instill fear with an overbearing presence, but the mind games it tries to play on her mind only worked when she wore the mask. the chains no longer shackle her and, frankly, she's felt worse. their display of domination feels more like an attempt to intimidate and, despite knowing it could very easily beat many of them to a pulp, she feels no fear. it's foolishness, or the exhaustion finally reaching fatigue. frankly, she couldn't care. she doesn't. [break][break]

munkidori sat, patient, though the large head makes it look ridiculous. marisol knows, after all - the genius mind is made a fool when intelligence is drowned by greed. munkidori is no different and, despite the strong psychic powers its shown, she can't help but to let out a chuckle seeing the ridiculous display (she'd point and laugh, had she the energy. it'll have to be buried between the crevices of her brain). [break][break]

fezendipiti was a bird, who was pretty in its own right. that's it. it tries to charm and lure others with the beauty, to other people's deaths. she has a personal stake against the dog, but there's something about it, still, that irritates her. maybe it was the way it tried to lure people to their deaths with its charm - it reminded her so much of someone. however for better or for worse, she's met someone just as charming. she's met someone just as lovely, but the danger from him was so, so much more painful - at least they lured people into an immediate death. [break][break]

she laughs, internally, at three of them. [break][break]

to be able to laugh means she's retained enough sanity to find this amusing, or she's already lost her mind, or self soothing. did it matter? [break][break]

her attention is quickly grabbed, seeing Mimi Hirose throughout the carnage. though she kept an eye on Kyrenai Black , she can't just leave a child out in the middle of a battle field - she already feels guilty as is for leaving her to fend for herself as they all descended to the lower floors. "mimi!" she calls out, sharply, hoping to grab her attention. the remnants of PROTECT don't last much longer, but it should facilitate a relatively smooth run. [break][break]

though she wanted nothing more than to protect the young lady, her eyes snap to a giant okidogi, who threatens to thrash the prison itself. she can't protect something that's been plummeted, now could she? the mega keystone shines through deeper, greyed hair, reclipped to her ear after she's retrieved the stone. a bright, pinkish hue resonates with the GARDEVOIR, wrapping her in fabrics of light, to adorn her in a larger dress and wrap her arms in the guards. [break][break]

"psychic on the bird!" she yells out toe the gardevoir, whose eyes glow a bright blue, aiming the waves of PSYCHIC towards the mark of it - much like many of the other people.

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ghouls protect her.[break][break]

but not from everything. [break][break]

there's bound to be a stray stealth rock here and there. there's bound to be a stray rock that jags its way into her body, yet despite that, the sting pales in comparison to the poison that pumps through her veins. thankfully, it isn't enough to rupture the skin, nor enough to cause any bleeding. the light-headedness she'll feel afterwards be damned. [break][break]

or maybe it has, and she's too high on adrenaline to notice. does it really make a difference? [break][break]

she'd focus more on her state if her eyes didn't lock onto the pokemon who were trapped in vats. her first instinct is to free them from their captivity - the next was to dart around to find the sylveon, as though she's clinging onto her life. when she finally has a moment to breathe, for the adrenaline to settle, the suffocating poison and the air finally sting at her lungs. it's hard to breathe, it's hard to stand, and the shackle of the chains - as lightweight as they were - finally began to weigh down on the young woman. [break][break]

there's a moment, however, just as her pokemon are freed from their confines, and the mask and chains become lighter as the weight falls from her shoulders. the poison fades in the same way the chains release their grip on her skin, though the puncture marks of thorns still remain. the pain of existing wounds sustained across the week still linger, and the bruises are still sore. she, with dual-toned eyes however, maintain a glare on the megalopalons stuck in the same room as her. [break][break]

rage would blind her, were it not for her better half. [break][break]

the presence of her GARDEVOIR however, acts to soothe in the sylveon's place. nothing both trainer's and accompanying trainers' anguish, she raises her hands to the air, releasing a gentle LIFE DEW to heal injuries on the skin. the healing waters sink into her flesh, and gives her the strength to stand - assisted by the same gardevoir. "thank you.." she huffs. she's tired, but still lucid enough to keep an eye on those surrounding them. she's quick to look for Mimi Hirose, but she's too tired to call out for her. she prays, at least, that the GARDEVOIR's LIFE DEW can act as a beacon.[break][break]

tired, but not depressed or despairing. it's such a familiar friend, but it was never able to drag her down to death's door; not to say it hasn't been close. [break][break]

rumbling comes from above, the crystals shaking and nearly shattering some. her gardevoir is careful enough to stop stray shards from cutting at her trainer, but whatever is coming from above is angry, upset, and large. no, it didn't bode well. [break][break]

the doctor can still crack the smallest smile in light of Kyrenai Black's comment, although it takes her a little bit to gather herself and respond. she straightens, flicking a hand to her gardevoir as a signal to continue her LIFE DEW distribution. "it looks like it." she gives the turtle pokemon a nod, and a smile, come the PROTECT. what slightly worries her is the terrified bunch of citizens, who remain curled up. however, their injuries too, are being patched by life dew. they'll be okay, probably. [break][break]

"i'm not one for battling.." she grunts, eyes turned up to the floor above them. her hands alrready line the pokeballs she's gathered again, tapping against the red halves as she recalls their placements. the tears are bitten back when the sixth one isn't found. "so i'll support you, in whatever way i can."

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poison runs through her veins. [break][break]

it hurts, it's painful. she'd be writhing if she weren't used to the burn. someone was also so paranoid of poison in the past - silver was a great tester, but he always had someone better. though it's painful and she grunts, it doesn't stop her body from moving. right, if she keeps moving, the pain will fade away. such is the blessing that is adrenaline. [break][break]

the buffed zombie brings Kyrenai Black back to its master - a tired marisol who stares at decaying flesh. the other zombie, although standing, has been beaten and battered by their previous people. she sighs. she sits, collecting herself after using these forsaken chains. still, there is no time for rest - not after the image of the dog chasing after them. it's only a matter of time before he reaches them. [break][break]

the battle rages on, even as they are lowered. beasts litter the area, stealth rocks are thrown. though she has no pokemon, the rotting corpses are all she needs as cover - she can always make more. they're replaceable, mindless shells. [break][break]

there are many things to do - and too little time to choose. their goal, however, was to jump down to the lowest level - and so she chooses to do the first thing that pops into her mind; jump down the tube. the odd, slightly unsettling tube that brings them down deeper. [break][break]

"cover me." she hisses through the burning of the tube, her eyes narrowed to the corpses and woman who chooses to accompany her. if they're supposed to get to the lowest part, she'll go there - more than happily. [break][break]

so she runs, hissing still as the poison seeps its way through her veins. at some point in her run and dive, however, it stops burning. adrenaline really was a fun thing.

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megalopolis is beautiful. [break][break]

but that's it. [break][break]

the week passes - though if you asked her, she wouldn't be able to tell you what happened. she works, she showers, sometimes she's rewarded in the chamber of desires. unfortunately, there's a distinct lack of it by the end of the week. she's tired, and alive (and the person sitting in her mind isn't h--)[break][break]

but then something changes - changes in her and changes in the other prisoners. something wells up, though she thought that the tears she shed were in vain. she thought that if she shed them enough in the dream, she would have no need to shed them in the waking world - it seemed like she was wrong when warm tears finally fall down her cheeks. [break][break]

get to the bottom of your prison.[break][break]

the voice echoes in her head, and it looked like this resolve extended to the other prisoners. when she awakens, the glisten of crystals both above and in her hand catch her attention. they're gems she's used before - gems she's given her shedinja, a pokemon who was free from this rotten hell. followed by this, a brief moment of stinging pain comes from the chain. it's worse than all the other times, bringing her to her knees with a cough and a hack. [break][break]

it reminds her of old times, where she would disappear into the crevices of her mind to escape and to run. it reminds her of old times where she would be scared, unable to fight back, and quietly comply with what's told to her. follow instructions, keep your head down, and no harm will befall you. it's what she's taught by mother and father alike, and it's so embarrassing that she's thinking about them now. she, who's so ready to lay down her life in this hell-forsaken world was tired, yet didn't want to feel pain. [break][break]

something sprouts - a seed, however slight. darkness surrounds her, and yet she wants to go home. she wants to go back to that hell-forsaken place that's hoenn, back to her every day life, back to what freedom she had - back to when she had a fighting chance. unlike before, there are people waiting for her and people who needed her - there are people who need sav-[break][break]

there's research to be done.[break][break]

she's silent as another day's work begins, then a riot breaks out. there's chaos, everywhere. there's blood, bones, screams and cries. the doctor is quick too duck throughout the chaos, her desires hadn't quite manifested - until a body is hurled her direction, splattering on the wall behind her. it crunches and writhes behind her, and the doctor pauses. [break][break]

what did she really want?[break][break]

it hits her hard - hard enough to make her stagger with a smile unlike her (one she hasn't worn in years). marisol doesn't want much - she only wants to heal, and treat, and restore. the nurse only wants to save, but is it worth saving? [break][break]

maybe oblivion was the better choice. [break][break]

and marisol is a hypocrite.[break][break]

her chain slithers around her neck, coiling tighter, tighter, as though wringing her of the poison that's welled up in her body. it stops, at one point, and its glow becomes similar to the deep violet hue of her other eye. it expands, parting and sliding from her neck down to her arms, then split into numerous, thorny tendrils towards the closest deceased body. the chains wrap around the dead, defiling them with eerie violet - yet the thorns meticulously dig themselves into the veins and arteries, like a snake sinking fangs into the prey. [break][break]

a miracle happens. [break][break]

the body swells - uncomfortable bubbling and sloshing aside - and grows. muscle is formed, purple agent fills the veins of the dead. the putrid smell of decay fills the area around it, but it doesn't care when the chains finally pull away from the corpse, and latch onto another; like an unsatiable beast. this time, however, as marisol briefly stares at her grotesque creation, reason returns to her decrepit mind. she isn't a monster yet (or maybe she's too far gone). [break][break]

the smile hidden under the mask says otherwise. [break][break]

the doctor quickly makes it to the platform, using the newly formed.. zombie.. golems(?) to clear her path. there are only two, however, and their power is near tenfold their original capabilities. it's a shame she can't think about it, even after reaching the elevator platform where stands Cillian Quinn , Kyrenai Black and others. [break][break]

there are still others fighting by the time she reaches the elevator, and there's a moment of peace as violence continues around them. the two undead stand stationary, with only the command to protect their raiser. it's then where she barks out a command - what expression was she wearing under the mask? whose voice was it barking out the commands?[break][break]

"protect them." she's pointing to the other prisoners, her mind is fuzzy and she tries to recover. it's so odd, feeling the spark of life ignite when you were moments away from despairing death. though her lips speak to protect, her duo raised take the command that resounded, so loudly, in her mind as they turn to the other guards and, eventually, the dog-like warden.[break][break]

kill them all.

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she quirks a brow, squinting slightly. [break][break]

"really?" she asks, an amused chuckle from her lips. it's funny - she doesn't recall him frequenting her apartment. if anything, it was always the other way around (no thanks to a worried sister, who always insisted that someone seemed sick; it never sat well with marisol to leave it be when someone asks so earnestly).[break][break]

he just has a good memory. [break][break]

"i suppose," she'll still respond, moving back to the unpacked food to begin opening up containers with a click. "still, i'm impressed that you remembered. you haven't been here in.." she counts in her head, then idly tilts it with a smile on her lips "... about half a year?" she chuckles, letting the food and their aroma waft across the kitchen. [break][break]

"time flies."

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ah. [break][break]

that's what he needed - a pharmacist. it's funny; she thought that he would have one lined up already. frankly, it's why she kept it later down the line. drugs were easy to come by, as opposed to people who were willing to use an acid vat to rid of leftover humans. whether it was the morality of something or the difficulty of something, drugs were one of the easier things to access. it never involved hurting people directly, and the only thing you need is money. [break][break]

it's easy to access. [break][break]

so she doesn't hide the slight surprise when he expresses interest in her inventory - albeit it's only visible under the slightest widen of her eyes. the moment only lasts for that long, however, as she returns to a resting position. [break][break]

"mhm.." the pen pauses in its taps, dual-colored eyes narrowing. "medicine ranging from mild to lethal. hallucinogens, poisons, common pain killers, psychiatry.." it'll take her ages to list everything out, especially after restocking her inventory just the other day - many thanks to howard slayte . "... things that cannot be obtained through normal means." [break][break]

a sigh escapes her lips, glancing towards another door within the lab. without taking too much time, she places the clipboard down against her desk, swapping it for a key ring that jingles between her fingers, yet she remains seated. "i have a supplier for the majority of ingredients, and i concoct most drugs myself." a tie within rocket, but that doesn't need to be specified. [break][break]

"were you looking for something specific?" the clicking of keys abruptly stops when she tightens her fingers over the keys.

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this line of work had its benefits. [break][break]

the quips and sarcasm and occasional bites at their backsides aside, getting down and dirty into the rocks and rocket wasn't an entire loss. so what if she felt low doing it, so what if she knew she'll be hurting more people by healing someone capable of far worse? it net two things she'll need - two things she'll need for the future. [break][break]

in the same way his gaze softened, her guards lower (but only slightly, revealing the tiniest crack; it doesn't hold for long when she isn't that charitable). "i'm glad i could help." she speaks modestly, but nestled deep in the sheepish smile bites back an 'of course' gnawing at her mind. [break][break]

he stumbles, and her first reaction is to step towards him to act as a crutch. the way he catches himself, however, tells her that his pride needn't be wounded like that. still, she's a doctor and a nurse at heart - to hell with ego. thankfully for him, it looked like he was able to stand on his own. still, it looked like he was happy enough with the service to let her in on something - something that she didn't think she'd be hearing any day soon. [break][break]

"oh?" her interest is piqued, the gentle sheepishness to her gaze immediately sharpening with intrigue. she wants to ask, desperately, but the question is on the tip of her tongue, and it's ultimately bitten back. instead, her fingers tent against themselves against her stomach with a hum to escape her. [break][break]

"you're good at finding materials, you say?" she doesn't doubt it, considering how he was able to grab chemicals otherwise blacklisted from the general public. she's mulling over her options, but she'd be stupid to not take the deal in front of her. perhaps that's why she's willing to be so brazen. "... could you bring me dynite ore in the next delivery?" [break][break]

not just any dynite ore; "i need something fresh, pure. if you can do that..." she smiles, still serene, despite the horrors that may be brewing beneath the sweet tone. [break][break]

"i'll be more than happy to help you again." [break][break]

indeed, cooperation fosters progress.[break][break]

nature of progress be damned.

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they're getting somewhere now. [break][break]

at least she's cooperative enough to answer some questions. they're nothing too serious, really. "on a scale from one to ten, how bad is your stomach pain?" she asks first, holding her fingers up with a smile "you can use your fingers to tell me." [break][break]

though it's obligatory, she still narrows her eyes at the idea of leaving the poor thing to be in pain. marisol, before getting the answer, slowly pulls out a pokeball to release a blissey next to her - the large egg pokemon has a small nurse's hat on her head, showing that she's also one of the nurses.

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