Kyrenai nods at her newfound ally and turns towards the newly-dubbed Lousy Three, each one become even more of a threat than they once were. ”Vanguard it is.” In their dynamaxed forms they are even more formidable, and although several have followed their lead, it's not a power she possesses, thus her options are limited.

Okidogi. The one she'd love to beat to a pulp.

Munkidori. A monkey with the brain of a genius. Something she'd call her brother, GABRIEL BLACK if they'd be on better terms.

Fezendipiti. With its charming mask, urging her forth, into the fray. Towards her death.

Silly, overpowering beasts.

Of course she would love to dance this tango of death.

Spreading poison lingers but does not seem to touch her this time, so it becomes her dancefloor instead. The sword on her hip ripples as her hands rest upon its hilt, her eyes upon the Megalopolian general and its purple mochi friend behind the three. ”Talasa, go all out my friend… Hydro Pump the monkey.”

A simple order the Carracosta adheres to; water seems to gather from every orifice until it has gathered enough to rain down aquatic violence upon them. At MARISOL SIMONE , Kyrenai is brief, but in the eye of imminent destruction the smile on her lips looks almost serene as she gives the woman a short glance. ”I'll be counting on you, too.”





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Tldr;
- Pls I don't wanna be poisoned again ;-;
Edit: Yaaaay!
- Kyrenai @fezendipity; will gladly meet her death
- Throwing some shade on her bro
- Carracosta uses Hydro Pump on Munkidori
- Leaves the support to MARISOL SIMONE

MARISOL SIMONE

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Pain.

It's the only steadfast recurring in this world for her. Mental. Physical. Poison, broken bones, and broken ego. All things she had allowed to get to her in ways she never should have. Even the Nihilego, who were not even in her near path, had their Stealth Rocks tear through her fleshin awful ways. A cut on her cheek, some on her arms; shallow, but present. A more nasty gash on her abdomen, a chunk of debris that came with the Stealth Rocks but had done far more damage than anticipated. She had already been halfway through the flesh-walled tube by the time she realised she was bleeding;

It was the second thing she bandaged when she broke through the liquified tube at the end, the first being her bruised ego as she released her pokémon from their responsive vats. Especially so in her Tyranitar's eyes as it watched how she nearly crumbled when the chain and poison dissipated, nothing supporting the broken bones.

Kyrenai's mask fell, both literally and figuratively.

The clatter of the mask on her face, and the face of pain behind it, one that was trained to never show that emotion and bite through it, now let it all out. Shallow, laboured breaths follow as she sinks to her knees, but surrounded -and likewise covered from view- by her team, she allows the pain to wash all over her. And just as labouriously, she rises again.

The figurative mask back on again.

It's the paleness and the bags underneath her eyes that hint at what she's hiding, for those who care to look.

The Megalopolans in the adjacent room seem none the wiser as they scream when the screen is opened, fear visible in all their eyes. What gives her pause are the children present, even more scared than the adults among them. Although she's aware of the continued strife between Hoenians and Megalopolans, she takes pity on the children and keeps the largest of her mons outside of the room, depending on Talasa to retrieve her gear.

The Carracosta supports her trainer dutifully, and upon returning the rest of her team to their pokéballs, Kyrenai decides to leave the trembling Megalopolans to themselves, and goes to search for the one she followed into the flesh tube earlier.

"Seems like we're not out of the woods just yet... ready to rumble on even grounds?" she asks MARISOL SIMONE, looking up at the direction of the smashing sounds. Beside her, her Carracosta readies itself, throwing up a protective barrier around her two women.


SS9zc_os

Tldr;
- Is hurt by Nihilego Stealth Rocks before hopping in the tube
- Content the poison is lifted, still in a world of pain though
- Supported by her Carracosta
- Is worried about the Megalopolian children
- Joins up with MARISOL SIMONE again
- Carracosta uses a preemptive Protect

MARISOL SIMONE

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The platform fills as they descend, and Kyrenai remains a stalwart protector to it. Anything that dares attack the platform and those on it are met with the vicious recoil of her chain, unaware that every movement comes back to bite her until it's too late.

By the time they get to the lowest floor and spread into the mochi floor once used as their punishment, the poison has spread well into her bloodstream, burning like a fire within. Veins have grown dark against her pale skin, tainted by poison; they mar her body in an almost dark color there where the chain physically touches her, sending surging jolts of pain through her chest and dominant arm. It keeps her focused as she staggers on, knowing it's the very chain that poisoning her that's keeping her upright.

One of the Megalopolans, brought back from its untimely demise to stand by her side, joins her. "Bring me to your master,"



[post in progress, tdlr complete]



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Tldr;
- Toxic Chain Power: Telekenetic chain; is wrapped around her torso and supports it to lessen the pain of her broken body and allow for better movement despite injuries. Can rotate the chain to form a shield in front of herself to counter impact attacks and/or bash opponents with their own power (shield's range; 2 meters).
- Darkened, purple veins show on her skin, courtesy of Badly Poisoned effect
- Tells the zombie to bring her to MARISOL SIMONE , joins her
- Will participate in any action MARISOL SIMONE decides on doing (EDIT: going down the flesh tube, hoping to stick the landing)
- Prepared to counter incoming attacks

@

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Moments of lucidity are the only thing keeping Kyrenai somewhat informed of her surroundings. Of Shred 's struggle, his obsession with the orange ore. But she cannot feel pity for him. Nor for anyone. No fear holding her heart. Despair, yes, a sensation so profound she tries to escape it; and the only way to do so is to shut everything off. There's no need for hope if all you are is an empty shell. Just a goal. Working is a goal.

It takes several days before she first hears the voice settling in her head.

The assassin hears it, but it never settles. Empty words for an empty shell.

She does not have the willpower to change. The being however, does. And its willpower seems plenty for her and others. The moments her empty shell shifts for human emotion she feels the ward's vibe has changed. Change is on its way, but she never has enough time to figure out what before the empty husk takes form again.

Focus on the goal.

One day however, the Being's willpower finally gives meaning to the words it had spoken. The words that she'd kept repeating in her head until she'd find their meaning.

A new goal.

GET TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR PRISON.

When it hits her, it hits her like a train. The urge to succeed. Her ores drop to the floor and her head, once bent and not daring to look up, now focus on the Okidogi with unspoken intent. The crimson of her eyes flare with a fire once extinguished. And with it, she rises, her chain fueled by the desire chained within her heart.


FREE YOURSELF FROM OPPRESSION, AND RAGE.


The toxic chain around Kyrenai's neck glows, not purple, but light. A blue as bright and free as the sky, wrapping around her body, supporting the broken bones in her torso with their strength. The oppression of your own body's weakness, no more. The chain presses down tightly but keeps the ribs at bay, lessening the burden they once were. And then it coils onward, like snakes around her arms and further, twisting around her body like a chain-made aura.






The chain is free. And so is the assassin's mind.

"Shame on me for waiting this long..." she tilts her head to look at the Okidogi, and after moments have passed, she smiles. "But I do think you're more pathetic, brawny dog." The chain around her crack like a whip, taunting the Okidogi into a reaction. Her grin turns foul as she steps towards her warden without fear. Even in despair she could still fight. She'd merely forgotten. And for that, she too was a pathetic one. Violence was her only way. The true way. Her chosen path.

She's sure the Okidogi will attempt to fight, in the glaring HARSH SUNLIGHT bursting from the ores, against her and the others. But right now she demands its attention upon her. Defiance always seemed to enrage the beast, so she expects no less from it. And when its attack comes, the chains coil into a stationary maelstrom-like shield, spinning consistently, catching the powerful impact of the Loyal Warden... and then ricocheting it back in its face.




But even then the power sends her stumbling backwards. The distance created is enough for Kyrenai to retreat back, pushing and countering her way through the crowds of prisoners and Megalopolans towards the platform. Her eyes remain on the Okidogi however, knowing that if it were to get close she would attack it again. Until then she follows the lead of others, a blonde who's face is unknown to her (Cillian Quinn ) and helps him secure and defend the platform so others may join. She however keeps a special eye out for Elaine Highland , ever blackwell , Violet Fairbanks , and Lucia Aldrete if they were to find themselves in danger.


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Tldr;
- Weakling Ward
- Spartacus Time; desires to no longer be oppressed (by injuries, by her own thoughts, by the Okidogi)
- Toxic Chain Power: Telekenetic chain; is wrapped around her torso and supports it to lessen the pain of her broken body and allow for better movement despite injuries. Can rotate the chain to form a shield in front of herself to counter impact attacks and/or bash opponents with their own power (shield's range; 2 meters).
- Taunting Okidogi to attack her
- Braces for Okidogi's punch, then throws the attack back in its face
- Helps Cillian Quinn & others to defend the platform, but focuses on countering Okidogi if it attacks others
- Will shield ever blackwell , Violet Fairbanks , Elaine Highland , Lucia Aldrete if they need aid

@

☉

zachary stellar. Lucia Aldrete. Shred. Kyrenai Black.

As much ‘chosen’ as dragged in front of everyone by the toxic chain around her neck, she stares at the large chunk of terra crystals. Just having them here makes it obvious as to what they’re supposed to do, forced to do.

The assassin resigns herself to her fate before the thing urges them so. A mindless machine, still wishing she was part of the dream rather than here. But it's that mindset that helps her when the laugter starts. A focus so deep and unhealthy that she blocks out everything that isn't said terra stone.

The laughing becomes background noise, an annoying breeze moreso than the sneer it is supposed to be.

Her body's pain the scourge that makes her fight, even though her broken ribs keep her from even lifting the ore properly. It might budge, but alone she stands no chance. Not that she realises this in her state of mind;




Tnk6W5i8

Tldr;
- Main action: Laughing Hour
- Despair roll RNGesus
- Has achieved Tool Mode, unaware of her surroundings
- Unconsciously helps lifting the chunks with zachary stellar, Lucia Aldrete, Shred

@

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The pain in her chest is sharp. Breathing, just like their assigned tasks, does not come easy, and the straining of her lungs against her broken bones reminds her of it every time she tries to take a breath. It actually takes a moment for the assassin to rise to her feet once more, but now she no longer has to stand against an attacking opponent, she manages.

Hidden behind the most unfair excuse of a perfect pokerface, Kyrenai smiles at PENELOPE LIVY , showing no signs of her internal pains.

And when the cold water falls, she looks up from where it came and momentarily closes her eyes. A shower is a shower nonetheless; and although it doesn't burn away her aches with heat, the crisp chill gives her a clarity. A moment of relaxation before the reminder that puts her nerves on edge, her muscles flinching and cramping against a partially-broken body. She's at a disadvantage now. She knows. But it makes her all the more dangerous.

If only she can allow the beast its freedom once cornered.

At least the beast that attacked them earned its own reprise, she thinks as she looks back, a flash of orange bidding her adieu. They're being led elsewhere. Long endless corridors that gave way to the platform that brought them there in the first place. Separated from the other group she finds herself in her cell once more, aside Violet Fairbanks . Newly clothed and apparently fed, dreams come louder than the silence they fill.

Neon lights and soundlessly bustling. Kyrenai does not know the city, but from previous reports she takes its name and placement; Ultra Megalopolis. In nothing is it her style or willingness, but the lack of pain and binding chain urges her to roam. Studying the people that wander past, many are Megalopolan, but a few faces are similar to the ones she saw earlier on the platform.

Another familiar face is that of Mori; the blue hues of the shiny Tyrantrum just as hard to ignore as the neon lights of the city nightlife above her. A large glass container displays it to the world, and her fingertips touch the solid glass with purpose. Mori seems fine within its homeostasis, unaware of the world around it. Unawakened, too. But it looks fine, unharmed, and that's what matters more.

When a poor passerby tries to pass her to enter the building she grabs them by the scruff with enough strength to thwart any escape. That her mind is scrambled shows when she blurts out a question she not wholey tried to pose. ”What are you doing with our pokémon?”

Our pokémon. Not here, where she was alone. But would they know she meant it like that? Did their pokémon's fate within this world reflect similarly upon their prison counterparts?

Whatever the answer is, she lets the Megalopolan go and stares at Mori yet again. Within the reflection of glass blue has started shifting, mixing with streaks of crimson. Within this reality her flaming hair flares again, and the assassin smiles meekly before leaning her forehead into the glass, whispering to her reflection. ”How I hate you.”

Kyrenai pushes herself off the glass, leaving Mori in its stasis until she figures out a way to free it. And then she wanders again, until a friendly face enters her periphery. So she calls out to them and joins Elaine Highland . ”Things are growing stranger and stranger by the minute.”



Tldr;
-There's nothing hot and relaxing about this shower
-Pokerface on; “what is pain?”
-Eats mochi and naps
-Roams Ultra Megalopolis studying faces
-Finds Mori (s!Tyrantrum) and asks nearby person ”What are you doing with our pokémon?”
-Hates her reflection
-Catches up with Elaine Highland

Violet Fairbanks , Elaine Highland , ever blackwell

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Their fate remains dreary. Although she remains weary of her surroundings, the assassin's focus shifts from her companions to the platform that moves to their floor. It seems there were others here as well, a large group of prisoners from a different floor they're quickly joining as their guards corral them unto the platform like cattle. There's several she recognises among the group, but it's the familiar head of red hair that calls her to attention.

PENELOPE LIVY is among them. A spark of light in the darkness of her inner doubt; the assassin does not need to wonder what she has to do when it comes to this person. Protect. Contracted, but it may be one of the only things she can hold on to right now-- her duty compels her. Her loyalty demands of her. The first thing Kyrenai wants to do is waltz her way through the crowd, but her instincts halt her from doing so. Not yet. She tries to make eye-contact with PENELOPE LIVY , but something seems off about her employer... enough that she fights her instincts long enough to get closer to the councilwoman. Close enough to react if something were to happen, but not close enough to make it look out of place.

Attracting unwanted attention is the last thing she wishes to do right now. So as the platform descends further down, she keeps an eye on several people; Johanna Joy , ever blackwell , Violet Fairbanks , Elaine Highland , and PENELOPE LIVY . As they reach their destination she lets herself be pushed around forcefully, allowing the shove to move her right beside PENELOPE LIVY. The mask hides the shift in her eyes. Recognition washes over her as they're moved closer to the hole leading to a lower floor.

Something stirs beneath, growling, and as it moves in the darkness the fumes waft towards her. They're hidden by a the sweeter scent of mochi, but it's undeniable how the stench of death lingers beneath it. Whatever is below them doesn't bode well. She waits as one by one the other prisoners are forced down the hole.

It is only once PENELOPE LIVY is tossed down that Kyrenai rights herself; without a semblance of doubt the assassin moves with her, jumping down the hole before the Okidogi can grasp for her. What she expected to be a hardened floor proves surprisingly soft; sticky even, but she knows as she moves that it's not only rotting mochi that broke her fall. Remnants of less fortunate prisoners lay beneath her feet. Walking across their corpses almost feels like a déjà vû to the assassin; maybe that's why she isn't losing her footing as she moves.

They have a job to do, but the sudden movements and growls echoing from the darkness are what keep her from doing them. Instead she makes her way towards her boss, trying to have her eyes adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible. "Ms Livy, are you okay?" Kyrenai asks, trying to help the woman in any way she can. Unlike Penny's, the toxic chain dangles freely around her neck, but she knows better than to tamper with it in the hopes of freeing her. She hasn't yet forgotten what it did to those who tried.

When something rushes past them, Kyrenai immediately takes up defensive positions, intent on shielding PENELOPE LIVY. A first vine lashes out from the darkness, cracking down upon her back. A hiss is all the culprit gets from her, every time it lashes out again. Every time it tries to reach for the councilwoman Kyrenai intercepts, leaving a multitude of welts across her arms, legs and torso. One even manages to hit her face, leaving a gash on her cheek, yet the assassin doesn't flinch.

She does not move to attack. Does not let her guard down one bit, and tries to single out the attacker in the dark. The dark that has steadily become more visible as time passes and her eyes get used to the limited lighting; whatever light filters through the hole above has become enough. When she sees the Ogerpon's state of being, a hint of pity filters through.

A mistake.

In that single moment the Ogerpon does what it does best and attacks again, this time coming in with a kick. Kyrenai steadies herself and stands-- something underneath her feet gives way. Her entire body shifts; she can dodge and mitigate the damage, but that would leave Penny open for the full burnt.

A grimace forms as she throws the thought away. Never. When the Ogerpon's foot sinks into her abdomen something breaks, a sickening crack followed by sharp pain. Breathing becomes torture as the Ogerpon's foot remains lodged against its target; Kyrenai grabs its leg and with whatever power that remains tries to toss it away from her. Her body screams and she screams with it; a forceful, angered growl before she sinks down, clutching her chest. She doesn't need to examine herself to know her ribs are broken, but how many remains to be seen.

As long as the menace doesn't return.




172C1xNK

Tldr;
- Weakling Ward
- Notices PENELOPE LIVY on the platform and immediately resigns herself to meatshield duty
- Tries to make eye-contact with her
- Jumps down after Penny instead of being thrown
- The corpses give her déjà vû
- Will stand her ground and protect against Ogerpon so PENELOPE LIVY stays unharmed
- Gets lashed by vines + kicked -> results in broken ribs
- Grabs Ogerpon's leg and tries to throw it

@ lime, Elaine Highland, PENELOPE LIVY

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Some fools decided to fight the orders bestowed; some literally, a giant man throwing himself at their canine warden but being beaten to a pulp without it even breaking a sweat. It even seemed to be enjoying itself in the process. Others had been more tactile with their disobedience. Yet one by one they are snuffed out by the guards... these Megalopolans seem keen on making them suffer, as does the chain that forces each and every one of the rulebreaking culprits to cough up their stolen goods or selfmade weapons.

They're lucky the punishments are for each person to carry themselves. It would not be the first time an entire prison ward is punished for the transgressions of a single rule-breaker just to prove a point. To prove resistance is futile. The assassin thus wonders whether that's what's next in store for them when they're asked to vote for the other ward's fate. To Trust. To Forsake. Kyrenai does not know what to choose; because she does not know who is held in said other ward. Is it someone she knows? Someone she cares about, or someone she hates? What does she wish upon them?

Like the pokéballs within the bowl, it crushes her. But unlike the ability to remain watching as the carnage was shown upon the tera crystal ceiling, Kyrenai does not know where to look this time, when it comes to letting her mind or her instincts decide. So she just looks at the images als long as they're there, the mixture of blood and broken flesh and bone, shards of pokéball all mangled into a single thing...

A bowl. An offering. Fear. It reminds her of the beast she had tried looking for but had eluded her in the depths of Area Zero. The thing she only ever truly saw before the alternate Galar happened.

She closes her eyes and allows the realisation to wash over her. It's a mere guess, but it feels too coincidental for it not to be true, or at least have an inkling of truth in it. Inhaling deeply, she feels the tension building deep within her. A heartbeat she allows to grow, like a small wardrum beating in her head. When she exhales, it fades, together with the battle the thoughts in her mind have been waging. Clarity settles over her like a drop in still water.

"Trust." she replies, hoping Violet Fairbanks will not become the next victim of defiance if her vote turns against her. She does not judge it however. Kyrenai's reply reflects her resolve; too soon to decide, she is willing to trust the process. Only afterwards will she risk to forsake herself -and it all-. That time however, is not now. Not yet.




Tldr;
- Does not avert her eyes from the pokéball massacre
- Thinks Ting Lu is somehow connected to the events, and clears her thoughts
- Nods at ever blackwell if he joins, and decides to stick with the makeshift group if allowed
- Votes TRUST

Violet Fairbanks , Elaine Highland , ever blackwell

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She nods in agreement to her cellmate's statement. ”True enough. It might look tacky, but I've seen more innocent tokens become true tools of torture before.” Not much conversation is had afterwards it seems; no names are exchanged, and while Violet seemingly continues to monitor her own body's condition, Kyrenai does the same for her surroundings instead. A circular room, crescent at worst. The many voices allude to the amount of cells present, which seem to contradict those allowed to roam freely. Guards, mayhaps, but their chains say otherwise.

When the lift cranks down, her focus shifts to the three beasts upon it. Though the pheasant and monkey counterparts do not seem to linger and continue downwards with the platform, the bipedal canine has remained on their floor, along with several crates. Their workload has arrived, it so seems. And dinner too. When the Okidogi shows what becomes of those that refuse the mochi and its orders, she is certain. The way the bones crack violently before blood splurges onto the floor sounds like a forbidden melody, and the hint of a smile dances on its tunes, tugging at the corner of her mouth. But only for a second. She hides it well.

There it was.

The reason their ‘freedom’ seemed so forthcoming; the body of the poor unfortunate soul also remained. A not-so-subtle warning to those present that they should obey. Part of her is impressed, curious. Part of her feels a resounding fear clinging violently within her chest. It has something to lose now. Something she's reminded of when she bows down to the obedient role and eats the mochi, her body fighting the toxins she willingly injected by doing so. It's not right but she does it anyway… self-preservation. The reminder that she must get out of here alive for Yuki's sake. Strong enough to toss away the pride and stubbornness she normally took such pride in. To become weak for the sake of someone else. To become strong enough to bear it?

Kyrenai leaves those thoughts be when the rocks and their subsequent labour are presented to them. She does not wish to find the answer now, for the answer will be as equally unpleasant as her current predicament. So instead, like a meek lamb, she follows. She does not irk the chain, nor her warden and its guards, and uses the sharpness of the rock to cut part of her clothes into rough strips, revealing scarred abdomen underneath. The strips of cloth are then wrapped around her palms, and between her digits to make sure the most brittle parts remain somewhat protected during their forced labour. Not that she remains without when she starts smacking the rocks together; the most basic of tools, that have yet to become blunt from repeated use. There's no chance to make them blunt before use, as she sees their Warden Okidogi rough-housing a few people left and right. The assassin does not risk it.

There used to be more fight in her. A year ago she would have fought tooth and nail, butted far more heads, but with the masking of her red hair too came the masking of her fiery temperament. Her pride was bludgeoned, and her will to fight a void as dark as her hair currently was. It had been ever since her time in Galar, she thought as she snapped another chunk of dynite ore from its rocky prison. Once mighty and death-defying, she'd truly become a poor excuse of a warrior; moreso in mind than in body. Keeping up appearances was far easier than to accept the struggle. Or face it.

When she ducked to gather the chunks of dynite ore, a familiar voice sounds from closeby. Kyrenai perks up when she hears her name, recognising the younger redhead making her way towards them. Two things she learnt that moment; her cell mate's name, and that she's acquainted with Elaine also. A reason to add a bit more friendliness to her future behavior towards Violet Fairbanks. She smiles at Elaine, and after Violet's hug quickly ruffles her hair, not wanting to attract too much attention to their reunion. ”I'm glad to see you doing alright, consider the situation, Elaine,” Kyrenai's expression is one of genuine affection for her dear old friend as she pushes her chunks of dynite ore into Elaine Highland's arms. ”Just in case,” she mutters, bending over to continue working. Violet was right. If anything, even this little display of happiness could turn on them if the Warden or its guards decided to pay head to it. ”Drop these in the crate, then scuttle back over.” It's all she can do to keep Elaine out of trouble at this point.



LGeeqtQm

Tldr;
-likes the Okidogi's savagery, tries to hide it
-eats the mochi and acts obediently to the given orders
-uses sharp rocks to cut her clothes into strips, bandaging her hands against wounds
-mulling over issues while freeing dynite ore
-is happy to see Elaine Highland, ruffles her hair gently -gives Elaine Highland her dynite ore so Elaine appears to be working instead of her

Violet Fairbanks, Elaine Highland, ever blackwell

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Consciousness hit Kyrenai with a vengeance.

Darkness, not complete but less that inclined her to believe no natural light penetrated this building's walls, cold stone against her back and legs, immediately notifying her that a lot of gear was missing from her person. The remnants of a pounding headache lurking in the back of her consciousness. Her sight, deluded by a mask, and chain wrapped around her neck and face.

She took her time checking every limb still worked as it should. Deliberately slow, without abrupt movements in case someone beyond her field of view was watching her; she wasn't the only one who stirred however. When her cellmate awakened to their shared peril she became silent again, unmoving.

The assassin merely listened, and watched.

Silver hair and a mask just like hers, the assassin concludes. Unless their captors felt the urge to get creative and grant each of them a unique one. Doubtful. Albeit cautious, panic wasn't truly in her cards at that moment. It wasn't her first time being detained, but that had never lasted long. In fact, miserable cots like these reminded her of her training days, when disobedience was still beaten out of her; the quickest way to find comfort in cobblestone floors. Even the screams echoeing from the other cells made her feel nostalgic.

The steady, warm voice following the girl's earlier assessements made her smirk. How kind. It was a good thing the mask hid the smirk on her lips, or she might've looked insincere when she replied. "As good as you are, I suppose." Kyrenai's voice is eerily calm, like the matter at had is a mere inconvenience rather than an actual problem.

"Though I guess that they've been kind considering our 'freedom'," she stretches and gets up, shaking her legs to get her blood circulation running properly again. "Safe for whatever the fuck this is." she taps the strange purple chain.




Tldr;
- WEAKLING WARD
- Wakes up with a headache (got KO'd and captured)
- Unamused by the chains, but not really bothered by the surprise imprisonment
- Is assessing Violet & the situation

Violet Fairbanks

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The blue building looks inconspicuous, easy to pass by if it did not spot the "gym” tag on the wall near its entrance. Even the waiting room inside was quaint, opting for size to have one's team out and about rather than comfort for trainers alone.

The assassin preferred it this way. She'd heard about Dewford’s gym; in the way that it was mentioned no audience was allowed to watch. And that was precisely why she'd picked this gym to start her challenge; no audience meant less distractions. And less distractions meant Cin's focus wouldn't suffer as much.

Cin, the veritable monkey in question, was still young. Battle-tested in the sense that it had done battle maybe twice, and the rest training sessions that were among friendly mons, ones that would not dare truly harm it. It needed proper battle; but not properly so that it would lose its life or retain permanent injuries from it.

Right now he was just hanging around on her shoulders, moving back and forth between the two while looking at the room -and the wall paintings in particular- with big eyes. Jaci on the other hand was just leisurely floating about, not particularly interested in anything except floating around.

Kyrenai looked at her watch and straightened her jacket a bit; her appointment wasn't for another 15 minutes, so she could take it easy.

Navy

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