Enma, Homura
She/Her
Twenty-Seven
may 27
Ecruteak City
demisexual
hitman
Elite
Tell me what exactly are you thinking, right now - Do you still love me? Or is it that you hate me?
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AYAME FUJIWARA
they'd been thrown into tentacles, zombies, doors, castles, riddles, elevators, burning elevators and knives-- frankly speaking, there was nothing tonight that would unsettle her or unnerve her anymore. That is, it's what she thought until she witnessed something emerge from a look that appears in the air. it laughs. laughs at them, which leaves a poor taste in the woman's mouth. it doesn't take long for anyone to deduct that this was the one behind the mischief and the grief of anyone and everyone here. yet in spite of the howls and the roars, she isn't afraid. rather, she was only put off with the sight of the graphic scene. granted, it wasn't enough to make her sick to the stomach. smelling nothing but burning, rotting flesh and burning metal all throughout the night desensitized her. The problems posed against them was unsavoury, to say the least. if it were up to her, she'd have noped the heck out of this like, jesus christ but, alas, she was stuck here. But a quick look, and she found the rings floating around paired with three limbs, and a very disfigured version of the man who was 'eaten' near the beginning of the night. disgusting. She heeds the beast's words, then takes a look up towards the bottle held by a rotting arm. she takes a quick glance around; another man then the corpse of a mega evolved pokemon-- Yeah, no, she wasn't going to be any help against that of all things wouldn't it be better for the trainer to?
she parts from Blake Wright and cadis von klaussner in favour of making way to the bottle. She could only assume that darkrai was imprisoned in there, as the now unbound pokemon once was. "I'm grabbing the bottle." she says, grabbing three pokeballs on her belt. out came out a vivillon, beautifly and ribombee. "If anyone is going to be coming, borrow suiren." she nods to the beautifly, which lets out a soft cry. After all, she wouldn't be able to do it all alone. She didn't think, at least. the vivillon pokemon clings to the woman's shoulders as she begins to hop onto the platforms, fluttering while holding onto their trainer while she tries to make her way up. In the meantime, her ribombee buzzes around, on the lookout should any incoming arms try to come crashing in.
- going for darkrai's bottle- sends out vivillon, beautifly and ribombee- vivillon is clinging to Ayame's back and acting as insurance and helping her jump - beautifly is on standby to help blake but he didn't take it so that's out the window - ribombee on guard for incoming attacks to Ayame |
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