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POSTED ON Oct 17, 2024 1:35:51 GMT

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absinthe's knife misses its mark as ollie rolls to the side, leaving it to clang against the root-scarred forest floor. her head snaps up in time to catch the full brunt of the pikachu's disarming voice. the sound, it seems, resonates through her bones, making her vision blur and her movements uncoordinated as she weaves to the side and stumbles to the floor.[break][break]

her grip on her knife tightens as the sharp pain fades to a low throb, boiling in her blood. not enough to stop her completely, but enough to hurt. behind her, trypsin hisses, straining to launch another attack but held in place by absinthe's command, the same one that keeps her own feet bolted to the floor.[break][break]

what do you want?[break][break]

absinthe lifts her head from where she had stared down at her palms on the forest floor. she meets ollie's eyes, and rises to her feet, albeit unsteadily.[break][break]

"what the hell makes you think i want anything from you?" she spits out in response to his words, stalking towards him again as she struggles to recover, left eye twitching as she sizes the man up like a slab of meat. absinthe's voice is shaking as she speaks. "what i want is none of your goddamn business."[break][break]

god, he's persistent. absinthe's stomach flips at the last word, even as she tries not to let it show on her face. she's heard that before. she's hoped for it before.[break][break]

you're not a bad person.[break][break]

at that, absinthe loses it. something snaps inside of her, like a match igniting, and the nervous breakdown that she has been carefully curating for the past three years comes rushing up, hot and blazing.[break][break]

"yes i am!" absinthe screams, hurtling towards him with more fervor than before. a whirlwind of violence with no reason to it. the scalpel in her hand feels like an extension of her, feels like truth, and she is swinging it without care, without anything but the fury in her veins that only grows stronger the longer he pretends to know her. her movements are not poised, poisoned by the disarming voice, poisoned by her fury.[break][break]

absinthe hates him. she hates him more than she's ever hated anything in her entire life.[break][break]

and she hates him because he's everything she's not. he's kind. he's brave. he doesn't walk the world wearing scars and secrets like jewelry. he didn't let the world chew him up and spit him out and ruin him like it ruined absinthe.[break][break]

the part of her that hates him the most is the part that agrees with him. that she's not a bad person. that she deserves better than this miserable life.[break][break]

but absinthe is too busy clinging to the hatred. it's what's kept her alive, after all. she can't let herself believe anything else.

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 23:50:48 GMT

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a hint of a smirk tilts the corner of absinthe’s lips, amused by ryker’s accurate assessment of the situation and his almost clinical evaluation of the task at hand. "you catch on quickly," she remarks dryly, offering a vague sense of approval. "it’s appreciated."[break][break]

while ryker mulls over his options, absinthe’s mind races ahead, considering the potential pitfalls and consequences. the dealer had managed to cover his tracks well enough to make it difficult for her to find him; he might have safeguards in place in case something happens to him. and then there are the people protecting him, who could cause problems if they suspect foul play.[break][break]

"if there’s one thing i’ve learned in this business," absinthe muses, her voice taking on a hardened edge, "it’s that accidents happen. a drunken stumble down the stairs, a faulty piece of equipment... even the most cautious people can fall victim to chance."[break][break]

she meets ryker’s gaze, her intention clear. "so long as it can’t be traced back to me or rocket, the method is up to you. just make sure it’s done tonight."[break][break]

as she speaks, her hand reaches into her coat and pulls out a small envelope. she extends it towards ryker, a knowing look in her eye. "consider this a down payment," she says, her tone almost taunting. "there’ll be more once the job’s done."

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the demon works in silence. its movements are methodical, almost robotic, as it crafts the sugary confections with an unsettling precision.[break][break]

the other fairy-types' excitement and joy seem to wash over the demon like a silent tide, unacknowledged and unreciprocated. its glowing eyes remain fixed on its work, its small hands deftly shaping and molding the candy with a skill that borders on uncanny. it cares not for the taste, only the pattern, only the beauty.[break][break]

it has not done this before, but it has done something similar. in the precinct, staring down suspects, daring them to lie. it was good at its job. it made cole proud.[break][break]

and it is determined to be good at this job, too.[break][break]

and so the demon's presence casts a strange pall over the candy-making proceedings. its silence is heavy, oppressive even, and its focus on the task at hand is unnerving in its intensity. it's as if it exists in a world separate from the other pokémon, a realm of shadows and secrets that none dare to tread.[break][break]

at the very least, its attention to detail is invaluable. it stretches out perfectly measured pieces of taffy, and mixes in the same amount of flavoring every time.

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WHISPERS OF THE WITCHING HOUR [EVENT]

POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 23:34:43 GMT

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"a horror story implies an element of fiction," absinthe shoots back. "this place is more like a farce."[break][break]

as the crash echoes throughout the building and evelyn darts towards the commotion, absinthe follows, but not without her characteristic ire. once they arrive to the scene, absinthe’s dark eyes settle upon the destroyed statue and then glance at the others—raikou and suicune, instantly recognizable as legends.[break][break]

"oh," she says, and nothing more. it’s senseless destruction, and absinthe finds herself mourning the artistic value of whatever figure had once stood there. with a slight clenching of her jaw, she decides that it must’ve been entei that the vengeful ghost pokemon harbored their grudge against, considering how the others were left unscathed. or perhaps that is merely what they would like her to think.[break][break]

"so it’s made of alabaster," absinthe repeats back to evelyn as the other woman inspects the materials, noting the evidence of calcite beneath her gloved fingers. "lovely. and who do you think had the bright idea to desecrate it?"[break][break]

as the chaos continues around her—the stampede of frenzied guests, the whispers and wails of ghost pokemon—absinthe feels herself reaching the end of her patience. she can handle this spook house nonsense, sure, but that doesn’t mean she wants to spend all night here. if there’s a vengeful spirit she needs to destroy to end this farce, then she’ll be more than happy to do so.[break][break]

"i wonder if the destruction of the statue is more symbolic than literal. a representation of a grudge?"

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once upon a time, absinthe would have frowned at the way evelyn speaks about their destination. it feels unkind, somehow, to mock something for not meeting extravagant expectations. but then again, evelyn has never been one for sentimental attachments. it was one of her defenses against the world, the same way that cutting remarks were one of absinthe's.[break][break]

"i wasn't expecting anything in particular," absinthe says, even though that is a lie. evelyn is a woman of lavish tastes, an unstoppable force when it comes to enjoying the things that money can buy. a small, worn-down building with faded paint out front is hardly what one would imagine upon hearing of a favorite place of hers.[break][break]

still, it is good to be somewhere that isn't built entirely out of new money. at least it isn't a casino or bar. the atmosphere is familiar enough to keep her from feeling as though she has entered a new dimension.[break][break]

"nostalgia. how quaint." absinthe doesn't sneer, but it's a close call. anything to keep herself from revealing the tiniest hint of affection for the past. nostalgia is a dangerous game when you've lost everything. "let's hope it's as fun as you remember."[break][break]

she sighs, allowing her feet to carry her across the threshold and into the restaurant. it smells like recycled air and fried food. a younger her would have hated this place. now, she can only stare and try to see it through the lens of what evelyn must remember. almost instinctively, she reaches for her mask to adjust it, ensuring that her facade is firmly in place before stepping forward.[break][break]

"so, evelyn," absinthe says slowly, looking around at the other people seated at tables. "why here?"

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 23:20:25 GMT

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absinthe relaxes just marginally into evelyn's embrace, tension deflating from her wiry muscles in a bitter, grinding sigh. still, even with the other woman's arms around her, the air of sorrow seems to press in on absinthe with a suffocating weight, relentless and unforgiving as her memories.[break][break]

she blinks a few times, trying to gather herself, to focus on the sensation of evelyn's warmth and the steady thrum of her companion's heartbeat as it pounded softly against her chest. the shock of connection, of two scarred souls coming together, feels raw and vulnerable in this moment of shared pain, and absinthe knows she has never felt more exposed. she knows she has never dared share her past with anyone like this before.[break][break]

"it was after university," she says after a moment's pause, voice sounding thick and unsteady even to her own ears. "cole was a cop. one night, there was a mugging that got violent quick. and when i say violent, i mean it. i almost got my head bashed in. cole had been the one to intervene, get the guy off of me. then he took me to the hospital. he saved my life."[break][break]

a tear trails down her cheek as she recounts the story, her lips curving into a sad smile. the memories are bittersweet, every detail forever tinged with the knowledge of the tragic fate that would befall their love. despite the pain, there's a certain catharsis in sharing this part of her past with someone else.[break][break]

"after that, he never really left. we started dating, and then a few months after that, we got married." her eyes glimmer with a mirthless chuckle, but there is nothing happy about her tone. "my family hated him. never gave him a chance. so we ran away. started our lives over here, where nobody knew us. we lived happily—"[break][break]

she cuts off abruptly, throat constricting around the unspoken words. they didn't live happily ever after, not even close. maybe her family had been right to judge him so quickly. he was temperamental and hot-headed, manipulative, just like they had said. it made her the perfect target for him. maybe her family had seen it before she had. maybe she should have listened. even still, after everything he had done to her, absinthe can't help but to still, for whatever god forsaken reason, be in love with the man that drove her into hell.[break][break]

something almost like self-loathing fills absinthe, and she hates that she is this person. if she could sever the tether between herself and the masochism that keeps her tied to cole, she would.[break][break]

"i should have been better. i should have left him," she says, the fight going out of her. but she couldn't. in his death, he still haunts her. regardless, absinthe will find him justice, and hopefully, it'll bury him for good.[break][break]

"he ruined me."

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 23:10:09 GMT

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smoke whirls and eddies as absinthe is dragged away, hand locked tight around calpurnia's as she leads them towards the exit. adrenaline is a powerful thing, a bitter taste in the back of her mouth that gives her enough motivation to half-carry atrazine in her arms. the dragalge is unusually lightweight, capable of holding onto absinthe's neck like a child as they hurry away, even as agents rush towards them like bloodhounds on a scent.[break][break]

as they break free of the bar, sucking in fresh air, absinthe doubles over, absently holding atrazine against her chest as the dragon nuzzles at her. he murmurs softly, mewling like an infant, and he offers what comfort he can to his trainer. her hand remains clasped in calpurnia's.[break][break]

slowly, she uncurls, straightens, mangled lips twisting into a sneer as the taste of freedom comes back to her. she's shaking. "fucking feds," she hisses out as her eyes scan the area, assessing the situation. they're right next to the game corner, with people bustling all around, completely ignorant to what just happened. "always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong."[break][break]

absinthe squeezes calpurnia's hand, silently thankful for the woman's help, then releases it. for the first time, she's glad she didn't leave early. they're lucky they made it out of that alive. she'll need to lay low for a while, maybe continue her experiments somewhere new. but for now...[break][break]

"thank you," she finally says, voice ragged from the dragalge's smoke. her hand grips atrazine's body tightly for a moment, but he doesn't protest, only offers a keening wail. it seems he's trying to convey how little time they have, how he can still hear the screech of sirens in the distance. "i'd offer to get you a drink, but..."[break][break]

she gestures back to the bar. the rest remains unspoken.[break][break]

"let's get away from here." absinthe begins to walk away from the casino.

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 23:03:07 GMT

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"first, congrats on graduating," absinthe draws back with a sharp, biting sarcasm. "second, tell that to the team of—"[break][break]

she's cut off by the sound of the wooden horse being dashed against the floor. she watches in mild confusion as howard stops his one-man revolt.[break][break]

"what are you—"[break][break]

CRASH. the wooden horse is expelled from a shard-ridden window.[break][break]

absinthe can hardly believe it.[break][break]

she takes this opportunity to wiggle the doorknob a few more times, wondering why her volatile boss has lost his mind and if she's next. the doorknob still doesn't budge, and she lets out an impatient huff before skulking over to the broken window and looking over it. timbers of wood and glass are embedded into the charred flesh and rich green meat of the unkempt lawn, and it takes all of absinthe's willpower not to facepalm.[break][break]

howard scales the field like an earthworm scuttling from a hungry robin's beak, the dirt his refuge and savior, and into the backyard. barely any breath at all squeezes past her mangled lips when she sees him halt before the inexplicable washing machine squatting in the middle of the yard. slowly, she sticks her head further out the window and narrows her eyes. "what the fuck."[break][break]

she resigns to the stupidness of the situation with a quiet puff of a sigh and awkwardly climbs through the empty, splintery window frame, careful to avoid the broken glass as best she can.[break][break]

her frustration leaks out in the rasp of her voice. "i'm done with this."[break][break]

she nears the washing machine. for a moment, she is still, staring down at it and allowing her eyes to trace the smeared texture of scratches marring the side of the device. then, something seems to snap, and with little wind-up, she begins to kick the machine with as much force as she can muster.

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 22:50:51 GMT

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ah. she knew this was a bad idea. why hadn't she just escaped when she had the chance? there go all of her jewels and loot, gone at the slightest hint of weakness of a non-player character in a video game...[break][break]

then, absinthe suddenly ceases mourning her loss of the game, if only because she finally comes to her senses and realizes that it is a video game. with a swipe of her hand over her face, she shuts her laptop and seeks the nearby clock with her eyes. how much time had she wasted losing a damn video game?[break][break]

the chemist sighs and rises from her bed, then pulls on her lab coat. she might as well do something useful for once.

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POSTED ON Oct 12, 2024 22:40:25 GMT

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even with the tight clench of her teeth and the tight grip on her titanium cane, each step absinthe takes sends a jolt of red-hot pain from her knee through the rest of her nervous system. cold sweat rolls down her back, and she has to pause to lean against a wall every few feet to keep herself from collapsing.[break][break]

for a moment, she lingers in the shadow of the pharmacy she's spent the past few hours casing, hidden from view by the enormity of the brick behemoth. she presses her back into the wall and focuses on steadying her breathing. when the pain has receded from her knee, if only for a moment, she prepares herself to begin the long, agonizing trek back to her station in the barren remains of petalburg.[break][break]

she's only made it a few blocks when she hears the crackle of a radio behind her, followed by the clipped, authoritative bark of an officer. "stop. turn around."[break][break]

absinthe stiffens, then slowly turns, careful to keep her weight off her injured knee. the officer is tall and broad-shouldered, his face obscured by a dark-visored helmet, but there's something about his stance that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. "...and you are?" she asks, trying to keep her voice calm and level.[break][break]

"officer marcus weld," he says, and even through the helmet's distortion, absinthe can hear the sneer in his voice. "and you're absinthe blackwood, widow of that piece of shit, cole. i never thought i'd see you slumming it down here in slateport."[break][break]

absinthe's blood runs cold. she knew her husband had enemies—god knows she was one of them—but she never expected one of them to find her here, limping and alone on the empty streets of a sleeping city. she takes a shaky breath, mind racing as she tries to come up with a plan.[break][break]

"what do you want?" she asks at last, tightening her grip on her cane. she's injured, yes, but she's not defenseless. she'll go down fighting if she has to.[break][break]

weld takes a step closer, looming over her. "i want you to know that your husband was a worthless piece of shit, and i'm glad he's dead," he hisses. "and i want you to know that you're not welcome here, or anywhere. you're a disgrace."[break][break]

absinthe sneers, prepared to bark back something sarcastic and witty, when the man moves too fast for her to react to and slams his fist into the side of her face. she is sent reeling to the ground in a heap of black clothing and blood.[break][break]

"he ruined my life and never paid the price. now, i get to ruin yours."

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POSTED ON Oct 12, 2024 2:18:03 GMT

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absinthe manages to not pout when it becomes clear that she hasn't been crowned the winner of a rather dumb little game. of course, she quickly rises to the challenge of the next pumpkin, peering down at its striped form, lantern eyes and near territorial expression barely sparking any warmth in absinthe's demeanor.[break][break]

she should have known it was far too early to be excited about something so removed from her actual work at the lab, removed from the rapid approach of action and perhaps a dazzling display of pyrotechnics that she's truly looking forward to.[break][break]

perhaps rocket has softened her. gaming with the upper crust of rocket hierarchy in a razed town? she scoffs quietly. this wasn't her end goal. she doesn't know exactly when she began to place herself in positions to be disappointed by rocket protocol. was it when she almost cried in a front of a superior?[break][break]

dissatisfaction breeds traitorous ambition, she reminds herself, and writes a number onto a slip of paper.

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the depth of absinthe's memories are shallower than she oftentimes lets on, but at lulu's implication that not all members of the board have finished wrapping their heads around the urgency of lulu's project, absinthe instantly recalls her own superiors at her previous job dismissing her desperate pleadings after the death of her husband.[break][break]

whispers lie along her bones. it'll get better, they promised. and yet it never did.[break][break]

the similarity ends there. while absinthe has repainted the color of her life into neutrals, afraid of striking the match that will destroy all over again, lulu's screams passion. independence. they are in different stages of the fury attached to a grievance; lulu's beginning to burn brighter while absinthe's is overcome by magma that dries into black, bubbling peaks. containment.[break][break]

"interesting," she says, glancing away briefly. "extradition is an important human cause, though i'm hardly a researcher of space. i see, now, why you feel such passion, regardless."[break][break]

at that, absinthe moves towards one of the machines provided in her lab. "well, then," she says, running a hand lovingly across the stainless steel of the structure. "shall i begin?"

Lulu Flint[break][break]

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