conrad
he/him
22
december 18
vermillion city, kanto
anything goes
errand boy
grunt
Embrace the dark you call a home, Gaze upon an empty, white throne
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priam conrad
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 18, 2024 20:07:01 GMT
 "priam...?"the voice of the beaten prisoner beside him shakes him to the core. he attempts to look away, but he remains frozen in place. he shudders, but eventually, he finds the strength to remains steady amid the situation. this had been his reality before. this will be his reality from now on. "y-yeah," he smiles, shrugging his shoulders as he attempts to be optimistic for oscar clayton despite everything. "what bad luck we all have, right?"the sight of velmos brings a reaction from oscar, understandably so. "at least he doesn't seem to have a grudge on us," he comments with a humorous tone, thankful that they received no power tripping from him after capturing him during the war. regardless, everything was still left up to the whims of their captors and they are forced to experience their desires.
priam sees himself at the beaches of slateport, lagging behind the first wave of rockets aiming to overwhelm hoenn's forces during their initial invasion. he cheers and yells, supporting from the back while others spearhead the initiative.
he sees himself at a burning tower, going against a gym leader despite the recent death of his favorite pokemon. he doesn't seem unperturbed, and even managing to hold well. he wasn't soft, nor was he weak.
the vision cuts to a giant celesteela. it's just him and his arcanine, while his druddigon lays dead on the ground, stomach pierced through by a hyper beam from the ultra beast.
he then goes to a gym with a friend, stealing a specimen of a shadow pokemon from the gym leader. with it, he manages to procure an important reference for the research of artificially enhanced pokemon.
priam helps blow up a concert hall with the tree of life and escapes, narrowly condemning a few people to their deaths as a response to their overzealous mission to get him.
with the arm of the giant guzzlord, he participates in the bastardization of life itself and makes an abomination out of it with the sap from the same tree they blew up.
priam takes his guzzlord to demolish an entire tower to once again break the laws of nature to revive his gabite and--
priam participates in kidnapping the councilman with the help of--
priam helps oversee the production of genesect with--
priam leads rocket to the secrets of the world--
priam deliberately sabotages league--
priam stops the--
priam--
priam...
priam is happy that he is able to do all of these without breaking his spirit. he is fortunate enough that he can smile through everything and not find anything wrong. his parents may not have raised him like this, but he is proud that he is doing his best given his situation.
yeah, this is the best he can do with his situation. anything more or less will make things worse for him, especially since he's so well adjusted within the organization already. the great priam definitely doesn't need to change!
the priam that comes out after peering through the mask doesn't seem much different than the one that came before. the same hyperactive, optimistic grunt remains. escorted to the next room, he meets those who go to shower with bright-eyed curiosity. there were no words that leave his mouth though, since a rocket grunt knows when to keep quiet and when to hog the attention to himself. scalding hot water pours down on his bare skin, having forgone clothes to fit with the crowd. liquid drips down from the showers, tracing the toned sculpture of his body. size isn't everything, but priam wouldn't be shy to show off in this crowd now that he sees his competition. tl;dr - tries to be optimistic
- looks into the mask
- priam's desire is to find normalcy in his daily life (being well-adjusted to rocket life)
- showers with the rest, but doesn't talk bc it's awkward
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