[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]what would the right person look like to her?

is it a matter of aesthetics? title and power? or... feeling, awakened after being buried deep inside the chest cavity?

her silence speaks of hesitation, of uncertainty.

and in the spaces between, her eyes light up beneath dim ambient lighting.

"would you like to be that person?"

a simple question with, perhaps, a not-so-simple answer.

his next question, too, is not as simple as it seems. it comes with a sense of longing and pain and bitterness all wrapped up into a single string of words.

she's spent so long existing in a state of stubborn loneliness that she doesn't know what life feels like without that deep, ceaseless yearning stirring her insides up. she used to wonder if it ever goes away. and now, she's certain it never will.

"yes, all the time."

her smile is wistful, barely masking the carnal longing.

and yet, what is a girl's existence without such a sensation growing like ivy over her bones?

"do you?"

she re-directs. or, well, attempts to. it's a subtle steering that could work if she knew him. she does not, however, and it is merely a shot in the dark.

better yet... perhaps her teeth are less idle, less starved and craving, when sunken into something.

"is the interest there now?"

her eyes hone in on his, red and bright and searching for something he can't provide.

vincenzo de luca

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]with the peasants at ease, she can comfortably assist them in a timely fashion.

wound after wound, they are patched up and rejuvenated until she's certain their spirits are higher than before they had arrived. it's nice, she realizes, to feel successful with such a familiar task. year after year, since her bond had been forged with tapu lele in a flower field, she had always taken on the support role. heal here, assist there... clockwork.

with strangers marveling at both herself and mew, however, it feels more rewarding than ever before.

and it ends too quickly... for the last peasant has been healed and she's rising to her feet as an invasion begins.

"shit."

does she stay, offer support and medical attention to those around?

or --

a hand juts into her line of sight and she turns to see aaron faust extending an offer.

"yeah, let's go."

her hand settles into his and she lets him tug her up onto the back of his charizard. and just as her arms settle around his waist to hold on, his charizard takes flight to bring them closer to the giant, borderline unnatural venusaur.

a quick grab for the pokeballs at her waist swaps mew for her shiny golurk. the automaton kicks into flight quickly, trailing behind them as they approach.

"z-move, go."

the shiny golurk rumbles and moves into a higher speed, shadows beginning to pull around it. and after a moment, it launches the shadows toward the dynamax venusaur. z-move: never-ending nightmare rains down upon the venusaur and illeana narrows her eyes as she waits for the aftermath... will it be enough to trap it? to defeat it, even?

iDyTsp_6
rusted sword.

tl;dr |
- passive healing mist up within 5 feet of illie
- bonds with the peasants?
- accepts aaron faust's hand and joins him on his charizard
- they arrive at the dynamax venusaur
- swaps mew for shiny golurk
- shiny golurk uses z-move: never-ending nightmare

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she gasps as ollie morales's arms settle around her.

everything moves too quickly -- mint frost slipping deeper into the trenches, GABRIEL BLACK mumbling something about cutting it off, and Elisabeth Fiorelli coming to the rescue with quick-timed vines.

and her mind is in a tizzy, jumbled up and left to rot.

faintly, she feels a tingling sensation in her legs. it's barely there, like an odd sort of feeling existing solely in the background. her eyes glance down and as black veins come into view, so too does pained movement.

"wait!"

it's too late.

ollie morales is already dragging them up with the vines Elisabeth Fiorelli's venusaur has provided. and what comes up with them is deep sea horror.

a hiss escapes and she's scrambling to free herself from ollie's grasp.

"get away. quickly."

pink mist begins to coil around her and she tries to gather it with her hands, tries to press it to her legs as quickly as possible to stop the black veins from spreading further... but it's futile.

she feels the toxin settling in, seeping through cracks in the foundation until she's beginning to gag on the sensation.

and after a moment, her hands fall to her sides. they twitch and jerk randomly, like a puppet's limbs on strings. her head rises, a shiver scrambling down the spine in the process, and she looks close to tears.

"ollie... do you have anything to help against poison?"

faintly, there's the ghost of a smile on her lips. and the longer she waits, the wider it spreads... crazed and infected.

GABRIEL BLACK mint frost
ollie morales Elisabeth Fiorelli

24 suffer a grievous or fatal injury or injuries that ends up being a hallucination.

🗺️ the SCATTER BANG can be used to temporarily distract, scare off, and disorient a threat. all of your characters will note its how potent of an effect it is.

01 become poisoned by nihilego toxin temporarily.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she blinks, a slow attempt to shoo confusion out of her eyes.

"you... think people would help them if they knew of their allegiance?"

he's joking. he has to be.

her displeasure is palpable.

"even if some would be foolish enough to believe the drk triad could assist in their pursuits, it would be counterproductive for both parties. they'd be lambs led to slaughter."

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she shrinks at first, an animal scared of getting burned by fire...

anger explodes in a mess of shrapnel and heat. it looks to maim and she's in the crossfire.

there is no avoiding the injuries.

"then why haven't you been around?"

her voice climbs an octave, higher with thinly veiled anger.

his own emotions are a match to ignite her own. they're playing in diesel, reeking of mutual destruction.

"your actions don't match your sentiments."

her eyes turn on him, sharp and accusatory.

"do you even want to be here?"

Felix Gallagher

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]busy.

her eyes narrow at the concept.

everyone's busy. he's busy, she's busy... but why does this have to suffer?

is it not right to find solace in each other despite the crowded nature of their schedules?

she looks conflicted, torn between understanding and a quick temper.

"too busy to even call?"

her voice is smaller. she despises it.

insecurity bleeds between syllables and breaths until she's choking.

and she knows, recognizes even, that she's making this bigger than it has to be but she can't will herself to stop. toxicity bubbles up through cracks in her composure.

"have you actually even missed me?"

or is it just something hollow to play a part?

Felix Gallagher

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]a hum of understanding escapes once possession wears off once more.

so this is the sword's memory... interesting. she wonders, idly, if memories can be altered or if they are subjected to live through the memory with no way to stop what unfolds.

regardless, there is no time to mull over the possibilities and their subsequent hypotheses. transportation takes hold and the world turns on its axis.

when their surroundings right themselves, they are among mushrooms and whimsical trees. and it is supposed to be beautiful here, she believes, but decay has slowly overtaken whatever beauty this place once had.

overhead, the twinkling stars seem brighter against the darkness around them. her head tilts up to stare at constellations and stars long since deceased. faintly, she wonders if space is as infinite here as it is back home. is the memory connected to their world or is it distant, held within another place of space-time?

no matter.

her head turns as Gwyar Wledig asks if anyone will join him. her body moves quickly, eyes narrowing with sharp focus.

"yeah, i'll tend to the wounded."

and among the peasants, she will spend her time. healing mist holds steady, easing open wounds closed and inspiring the peasantry to keep going. relief has been sought by them throughout their perils and unfortunately, it has escaped their grasp before now. each peasant tells her stories of prior attacks, of narrow escapes from dreadful clutches and poison that ate away at their bodies.

she does what she can to heal them, even going so far as to call for back up from aaron faust and Greyson Connors.

her voice carries over on league comms a moment later.

"anyone able to heal, please come to me at your earliest convenience. multiple injured, additional hands are needed."

the comms channel dies out shortly after and she resumes the art of healing. peasant after peasant, wound after wound...

for those afflicted with poison, she has mew use life dew to ease the pain they feel for she cannot safely extract the poison without the proper tools.

her eyes wander even as she moves from peasant to peasant, hands coated in blood and pink mist. they dart to the mushrooms, to their lackluster forms covered in sludge. do they have any effects? could they aid in the healing endeavor? could... they be edible?

the peasant in front of her begins speaking in a soft, pained tone and her eyes snap back to attention. healing mist coils further and she presses her hands onto the woman's open wound to begin mending skin back together...

oMSc7uAT
rusted sword.

tl;dr |
- passive healing mist up within 5 feet of illie
- wonders if the memory can be altered or not
- transported to ballonlea
- joins Gwyar Wledig to help, focuses on healing the peasants
- asks aaron faust and Greyson Connors to help with the peasants as well
- mew uses life dew to assist with healing the peasants
- can i eat a mushroom?

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]while they can do anything, illeana isn't quite certain some things should be done.

there is hesitation in her body, right down to the bones.

with eva nearby, her trepidation is slowly eased away. it gets easier to breathe, to move, to push forward. without her, she might just lose her mind down here.

"for now..."

her eyes dart toward eva for a moment before retreating to look ahead.

"it's possible there's changes here we haven't come across yet."

there's no way to know what occurred here when the primal points backfired... not yet, anyway.

she has a sinking suspicion that will change.

and while she'd like to refresh on something familiar, the concept of the unknown beckons. she has never been able to ignore such a call.

"let's check the parts we haven't seen first. we can always come back to the familiar parts after."

around them, the pocket dimensional world seems quiet. it's unnerving...

Eva Morales

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]ah, right.

classified tape restricts much of what they know from the public.

perhaps it is better that way.

"not necessarily, but the threat level they pose all of hoenn should be expanded upon."

a faint smile twists into existence. it lingers with her eyes, sharp against his body.

"they have not simply aimed for league officials, after all. the entire public is at risk."

mass hysteria, however, is another factor entirely... she expects no matter what they say, there will be fallout.

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]a hum escapes.

"not necessarily, though i was surprised to see sea hoenn not included among the non-native actors portion."

perhaps it is simply bias or paranoia, but she believes sea hoennians to play an important role in the world as they know it. whether this is to be soon or far in the future, she does not know...

but she would bet it all on their involvement in their realm spelling disaster for the masses.

"aside from that, i see no issues. perhaps arceus's involvement could be added to the drk triad section if you wanted to get technical?"

it is, truthfully, a key point in her eyes.

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]there had been a time where she missed the way things used to be. the warmth, the favoritism, the unwavering belief he held in her.

such a time does not exist anymore. she has accepted this fact begrudgingly.

"i have."

anomalies and what they mean for hoenn...

"JAMES BAKER did well with gathering information for the paper. it is both informative and well-written."

but that's not what he wants from her, is it?

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she does not want to be here, that much is evident by the way her body language screams of discomfort.

this is a place with terrible memories, carved into the skin of her back and left to fester with time.

and yet, it is necessary. answers sought after will not be found by idle bodies and absent minds. no, they must seek the information out themselves and grab onto it with greedy fingers.

with a heavy hand, she shoves down the sensation of dread crawling up her throat and looks to Eva Morales with a neutral expression. after a moment, a small smile begins to peek through like sunshine after a storm.

"ready."

she has to be.

beyond their bodies, the abbiati sea temple ruins await. her eyes sweep watery rubble with caution and anxiety, darting in anxious patterns. beside her, a smeargle sits unbothered. after another moment of looking for someone she can't seem to find, her legs begin to slowly push forward. her steps are tentative, delaying the inevitable.

"the ruins do not look like they've changed so far."

an idle observation... one aimed to distract her mind and hold a small conversation.

Eva Morales