her rotom tried, you have to give them brownie points for that. 

but try clearly wasn't enough. Ayame was upset, disgruntled and irritable. now was NOT a good time for her to be irritated with these games. "fucking--" the woman curses, quietly. As the heat began to make its way through the metal walls, she glares quietly towards them. How the hell did they even wind up her, in the first place? She didn't recall waking up. She didn't recall getting up in the morning, nor going through the day. 

but she did remember going to sleep. 

and as the elevator warmed up, she froze. she went to sleep; she was sure of it. She didn't know how she ended up in this hell in the first place, and she didn't remember. she couldn't remember any of this-- was this a dream? it was farfetched, but considering that they could witness darkrai? who knows. 

for the time being, she keeps to herself in favour of collecting herself. the flames against the elevator was a red herring, and she was vaguely aware of what was happening. unfortunately, her rotom was unable to escape the carnage, and burned to death while trying to appease their trainer. 

should she be disgusted? 

as disgusted as the screams outside, of the pokemon who were sent out thinking they would save their trainers (she's lying when she says she feels nothing; of course she will mourn, but that was unbecoming of a lady and the teachings branded in her mind). deep breaths, ayame. she steps out of the elevator, glancing around the area. She pays little attention to the fellow jocks and instead makes a beeline to the nerd elevator, where two recognizable rockets were. "Oi." she calls out, as she makes her way towards them. 

"are you two alright?" she asks, tilting her head. "I only let out my rotom, so five of my pokemon are still alright." she says, yet she hols little remourse throwing her rotom out. It just proved that she was careless, and she didn't want to make the same mistake again. she reaches to take off her coloured, flowing robe to hold up to blake. "Hold still." 

- rotom b dead but she doesn't look like she cares
- she's calming herself down and there goes the smile again
- joins up and talks with Blake Wright and cadis von klaussner . 
- takes off the flowing robe thing and holds it up to Blake Wright
- offers to patch up the wound 

crazy. 

This was ridiculous. 

She wasn't going to sacrifice others and blindly listen to what is being told; she wasn't a brute. Hence why she was slightly disappointed with cait alfric 's actions to blindly heed the words scribbled against the walls. even so, she wasn't scared. while she should have been fearing for her life, the smile barely left her lips as she was gauging the situation. Rather than attacking the chains, couldn't they be doing something about the fire underneath them? 

She thinks. If anyone could use rain dance, it could stop the fire from spreading up, while also cooling down the metal, wouldn't it? 

"You're being unreasonable." she sneers, for the first time, as the empty eyes cast their glare towards the gym leader. her immediate response was to throw out a pokeball, sending out a ribombee into the chaos outside of the elevator. Thankfully, Emma Wolfe was able to stop the woman from attacking anyone else in their shaft, yet that doesn't mute the muddled opinion she most definitely has now (ayame will remember this). 

She listens to the panic and the distaste, but that doesn't stop her from leaning against a wall of the elevator. "Rather than cut the chains loose-" she starts, pointing upwards at where their chain should have been "there'd be no difference, even if we cut the chains. They aren't being held by the same thing." Rather than cutting off dead weight, it was still their weight to carry. With that in mind--

"Shouldn't we accept our weight, and do what we can to carry on with it regardless? We should be helping each other, instead of turning and trying to kill!" and for the first time, she raises her voice. The otherwise calm tone takes on a venomous bite. "Don't be so fucking selfish! If you want to die in the fires, by all means, throw yourself overboard!" she continues "don't drag us down with you, and don't make our decisions for us!" 

She was infuriated. too many times had she been told, time and time again, to obey and listen. 

She was tired. 

"raiton!" she throws out the pokeball of a tiny her rotom. The plasma pokemon flickers in the dark, snickering with the same smile on its face-- 

Until it hears its trainer's irritated voice. 

"Posses our elevator! If you can do it, zip us upwards!" the rotom agrees, and zips towards the transportation appliance with the intent to fuse with it. she doesn't dare send out her bug pokemon, with the fire growing warmer by the moment. "As for the rest of you--" she turns, facing the rest of the people in the jock elevator. "I'm not about to kill anyone or die. If you can, use your pokemon to speed it up! I don't care whatever else you do, but we don't even know what'll happen if we do let the other two elevators fall!"  

- Ayame's really, really mad at cait alfric
- she's just really tired now
- sends out rotom to try and possess the jock elevator
- if successful, rotom will personally carry the elevator upwards as quickly as it can.
- suggests to Morgan Drake , cait alfric , Emma Wolfe , Thomas Benoit , Bailey Cooper , evan fader and Laurence Anderson to stop attacking the other elevators and focus on lifting their own up

chaos unfolds. 

So much, that she can't tell what's going on anymore. All that she does register is that the doors to the castle open, and she's one of the first to quickly recall two of her pokemon, with only her rotom at her side. Throughout the chaos, she shuffles into the doors, doing her best to ignore the wails and groans from what could only be called zombies. 

Once entering, she takes a moment to catch her breath with the clear air. tonight was one with too much death and rotten, burning flesh. 

She is one of the people who stares towards the door labels, taking a moment to contemplate on what she should.. Actually go through. Though part of her learned towards the virgin door, she already witnessed a good number of other people going through it. 

Ah, the poor, poor souls subjecting themselves to the embarrassment. 

Is what she would think, if she wasn't about to do so herself. Her eyes move elsewhere, now resting upon the path to the nerd elevator. 

Shes about to move forwards, but stops. 

And immediately turns to the jock door. Was it just trying to play with her head? Maybe so-- There was only one way to find out. "Hanabi." she says, recalling the vivillon. She then calls out a petite ribombee to sit atop of her shoulder. "... Just in case~" 

.. Yet she was still having trouble. What would she do with so little to go by? Of course, she casually begins to point, and plays the eenie meenie miney moe, game.itlands on jock? That's a good enough answer for her.

With that, she walks towards the elevator and joins the group.

- she going down the jock elevator