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it's a delusion. [break][break]

a delusion created by the desperate attempts to retain a semblance of normalcy - she'll assume so, at least, based on how the prison guards of the waking world were so happy to prance through their daily activities in this fever dream. she hears the whispers and hopeful ramblings of the megalopeans, and she can't help but to crack a pessimistic, disappointed smile. [break][break]

they hope to find salvation in their misery. [break][break]

she'd have thought that the events that led to their ruins would have taught them that despair only fosters a deeper sense of resentment; were they so blinded? in the dream, she stops in her tracks, glaring down one of her pokemon through the looking glass. does she have the right to judge? [break][break]

every dream ends, at some point. it disappears and she, who wandered her way to the tower, finds the image of the.. odd creature. it looks familiar enough, however, like she's read about it before. marisol doesn't have the time to think about it, as she's woken up. for her, she's startled awake by the sharp pain in her ribs. yup, it's still likely broken, but she can still move around - it wasn't as severe as something like a broken arm or leg. she can still work, and she can still move. she'll just be careful not to aggravate it more during her time here. [break][break]

the poison in the chains isn't anything she's experienced before; marisol is no stranger to toxins, but this brings forth a stinging throbbing into her head. still, she remembers the dream - and remembers the emptiness she felt walking those deluded streets. the delusion ends when mochi is thrown to their cell, and marisol carefully removes herself from Mimi Hirose for both their comfort. then, she lowers herself to pick up some of the food - carefully sharing with her cellmate. [break][break]

they'll need all the energy they can get. if they're being fed poison for the energy, she'll consume it until she's rotten to the core. [break][break]

another event is made to be a spectacle, and there's nothing humorous about it. yet when the toxins seep into her flesh, she can't help but to laugh and repeat like a mindless slave (the same way she was, the way she had been). to others, it was jarring, perhaps embarrassing. perhaps the victims in the center already knew that this was all involuntary, but the vulnerability and humiliation transcends the manufactured laughter. [break][break]

marisol herself isn't fazed by this - she's so close to slipping back into being a passenger of her own mind. in fact, perhaps this was better; she can actually remember what she was doing this time around. the laughing hour inevitably ends, and she endures the best she can. it was going to be.. a long time until anything changed, it would seem. [break][break]

and she was right. [break][break]

throughout waking hours, she's a void - a husk. it's to be expected when when it's a place of routine, and a place where things needed to get done. it didn't matter how she might be humiliated throughout the week or otherwise; she does her own and bides her time until she's given freedom in the dream, then she wakes up and repeats the cycle. yet with each day that passes, the dream is the only place she can finally express herself and break - and tears fall until she makes attempts to collect them for herself. she never liked the salty droplets, but it can't be helped. [break][break]

the daytime is blur, but in the dream, she moves to collect information. whether it be visiting her pokemon and the familiar creature in the tower, she passes by them in favour of the most pressing matter; collecting information from the guards. they'll never talk to her otherwise, so she pulls them over each night to ask questions in their fervor. one night, she finally works up the courage to pull someone aside, a serene smile on her lips. a practiced smile on her lips. [break][break]

"hey," she pulls them over, lightly. it's only in a dream she can smile. when she's collected enough information about the black knight necrozma, she'll take a gamble. "have you ever seen a large, skeletal beast?" [break][break]

fragments of another dream haunt her to this day, but she'll never forget the clash between a prismatic knight clad in darkness, and the desperation of a corrupted beast. her lips curl into a smile, a snake ready to sink in her fangs. [break][break]

"one that could defeat the accursed necrozma."

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