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In the end the votes are tallied, no punishment comes to Xenon and she breathes a sigh of relief as she looks over at the idiot who nearly got her beat up for doing a good job. Even so she can't help but wince watching Navy get the stuffing beaten out of him along with his cellmate, even if it was his own fault she could at least sympathize as someone who had definitely gotten beaten in prisons for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
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So off they go, flying from the Ugly Ward to this so called Chamber of Desires, dangling precariously from the beak of this toxic bird as she guides them to whatever fresh hell awaits next. Xenon would have to be a fool to truly believe that whatever is coming next is some kind of reward, and even if it was there was nothing stopping their ward from being next on the chopping block the next time the wardens decided to play another cruel game with them. No, Xenon takes this opportunity to observe just where they're going and the geography of this strange prison, trying to derive any sort of clue as to where they might be in Hoenn, if they were even still in Hoenn to begin with.
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Rows of Tera crystals, foreign architecture she didn't recognize, a mysterious mask hooked up to a machine that was Megalopalan in origin based on the whispers of those around her. It wouldn't be a stretch to guess that they were in some kind of different dimension similar to the Ultra Wilds that she had been plunging into the past year, but there still wasn't enough information to make any kind of accurate guess. All she can do for now is play along, watching people put on the mask and see.... something.
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Her mask pops free from her face, the first thing she does is bring her hand up to her nose to check if it was indeed broken or not. No such luck, just very bruised, no chance they'd take her to any kind of infirmary. Some new freak crawls out of the woodwork and starts rambling on about bright futures and potential, all Xenon can do is sneer at this idiot as he blabbers on about things he could never hope to understand. She had seen the future for herself already, whatever this guy saw was nothing, brainwashing toxins judging from the sickly purple chain choking him and feeding him more of that poison slop.
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Finally it's her time to step up, getting pushed from behind by a nameless guard and face to face with The Mask. "Nothing you have to show me has any worth. The only future worth a damn is the one I choose." She shouldn't be talking, she should just be shutting up and nodding along to whatever they have to say. But god damn, something about the way that idiot spoke about the future, the utter confidence he had in the bullshit someone else fed to him... It was truly disgusting for someone who believed in the purity of one's own personal future.
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She screams as she rips away from the mask, tumbling backwards and scrambling from the Wellspring Mask as it glimmers and shines under the light of the Tera Crystals. Immediately there's three guards on her as she tries to run, where she's running she doesn't know, as long as it's not here, as long as it's not that future, not that future where that pathetic thing masquerading as her would so easily kowtow to another rotting tree. "So that's all it takes huh!? We wrap the noose around our neck and you'll give us everything we ever wanted?! Our happy little future in exchange for a collar and our freedom!? Come on now, I might be ugly but I'm sure as hell not stupid! Try a little harder next time, maybe show me a nice red mask that'll tell me how cool I am and how the toxic chain will make me super buff and as strong as a Machamp, that'll definitely go down well!"
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She looks left and right expecting a round of chuckles from her fellow prisoners, because honestly who could ever buy such a sweet load of shit? But the more she looks, the more her heart sinks as she observes the glazed over visages of so many. "You've gotta be kidding me. Navy!? What the fuck happened to the fire huh, you really gonna buy into someone else's future that easy!? Where's the fucking wall that I couldn't pass in the Ultra Deep huh!?" Xenon looks to Tsubaki next, expecting that rebellious spark that knocked her out not even a few hours ago. Nothing.
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Yuina Hingashi. Theo Beckett. Zev Harcourt. People she knew at one point or another. Each and every one buying into the lie, the promise of an easy future, all in exchange for a set of manacles and a toxic chain wrapped around their neck. Feeding them poison. Anyone looking at Xenon would see something quite unusual for those who knew of her reputation. The firestarter rebel who never once backed down in the face of danger, the ultramodernist who chased the future with a smile even as she committed all manner of atrocities, the dreamer who never stopped running down the path to tomorrow... Was well and truly crestfallen as she's lead to the showers and stripped, hosed down like a broken dog with scalding hot water. And so she continues to plan, knowing that she truly has nobody but herself to rely on in this Prismatic Penitentiary.
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NOTES

✦ Ugly Ward[break]
✦ No Salac Berry needed baby, we balling in the club tonight[break]
✦ Xenon sees a future where nobody rules over anyone, where everyone can pursue their dreams without being held back by the past, a future where Iron Ideals empowers the world... and a world where her Iron Ideals wake her up from this toxic nightmare. She screams and berates her captors as she scrambles back from the mask, expecting the support of everyone else, only to see half of the ward brainwashed by this illusion.