Vio
Female
21
September 7
MAUVILLE CITY, HOENN
Bi
Vagabond
Associate
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 9, 2024 17:19:02 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","blboxfl"] Ah. A foul-mouthed cell-mate. That was not exactly great, but she could manage. Just because she liked to play the part of an upper-class lady of sorts did not mean she could not manage hearing a fuck now and then. It only meant she did not have to use that, really. Because that never befit her appearance anyway. “It is what keeps us constrained enough without inhabiting us, I reckon,” she mulled briefly, but just accepted that fact. Whoever had brought them there had done so while they were unconscious and completely defenseless. Evidently, in that state, anything could have happened. But they had decided that only putting on these accessories were necessary. That meant they were filled with confidence that they would suffice. [break][break] At the very least, those probably could not be broken with just menial strength, so she never even bothered to try to begin with. “Best not to tamper with them until we know more. We will soon enough get exposition anyway.” Violet shrugged, before continuing to test her body for any impairments. If this was a prison, then someone would elucidate them to the particulars eventually. It just would not make sense anyway. They were still alive, after all, through the mercy of captors. That implied purpose to imprisonment, which in turn beckoned more information. [break][break] At least Vio told herself that in order to keep her calm as they waited. It would not be too long before they were brought out for what she expected, so she took deep, steady breaths in order to keep herself in check. This was an important moment. Everything needed to be observed. Just as the training had taught her.[break][break] First off, there were the captors in two distinct groups. Humans, or at least humanoid beings that spoke to them and Pokemon that were evidently in charge but did not actually speak themselves. A scripted speech that felt stilted in an unnatural way, as if the person doing so was being used as a mouthpiece for the Pokemon. And utter, relentless brutality that squashed a rebellion in the making. [break][break] Violet winced inwardly at the violence, but fortunately the mask hid most of that. She was no stranger to death. From a young age she had witnessed Pokemon being put down at first. Later, in adulthood, she had witnessed human death itself. It was always a difficult feeling. While she could act like it did not bother her too much, that did not mean it was easy. Detaching herself from those crunching sounds only worked because she focused on the crates briefly, learning that she was in what was called a weakling ward. Which did make sense. However she had wronged these people and Pokemon, it had not been through a display of strength. That much was for sure. Unlike others, that categorization did not bother her.[break][break] She was not the strongest person, after all. While she would not call herself a true weakling, she never minded others thinking that of her. [break][break] Though, admittedly, physicality certainly was not her strong suit, so the tasks given were not exactly for her. But at the very least she was not as dainty and frail as she wanted others to believe, either, especially after that surprisingly good mochi from before. And she had enough wilderness survival training to at least start getting some chipping done with the rock-on-rock method, though she found it needlessly useless. Clearly, if they wanted results for the sake of results, they would be given proper equipment. They were not, which meant that them having to do it in this tedious and inefficient way was the point. Hence, once examples had been made, she simply and obediently went to work for the time being, as that seemed the best course of action. That performance bonus the stranger spoke of did not truly motivate her much. If it was a group performance, then she might as well think of the results as random, after all. But she did not want to stand out one way or another for the time being and simply concentrated mostly on that task, now and then trying to gather as much information as possible. [break][break] That was the Spectra way, after all. [break][break] And it was how she noticed someone being picked on. From her limited perspective, she had not seen any provocation leading to this. Meaning the cruelty was the point. Violet tried to observe that all in a detached fashion, trying to reason out what had brought the violent episode on, knowing that she could do nothing to stop it. At least that was her excuse for being somewhat detached from proceedings. [break][break] Though, as always, Hoenn found a way to make things more difficult. When that masked redhead came up to them, she found it easy to recognize her in turn. And she found herself conflicted in a similar, but distinct way from Elaine herself. Yes, she too was glad to see someone she knew she could rely on and who always cheered her up in some fashion. Vio was also saddened to see her. But not just because that meant someone she cared about being endangered and suffering. But also because that complicated matters even more. Especially when the other came close to them like this, right after having been engaged by the enemy. [break][break] She would sigh, but not resist any attempts at hugging. It was already too late to pretend they were strangers to keep a low profile, after all. So, best to play along. “Hey Ela. Sorry but also glad to see you,” she would reply softly, imagining that the other would understand where she was coming from there. “We really ought to just meet on an occasion without lives on the line,” she further added, trying to bring some levity to the situation. Though, even as she continued their encounter, she would resume working. After squeezing the other back a bit more tightly if there was, indeed, a hug, of course.[break][break] Vio was not a robot, after all. This was needed for her, too. Hence, she allowed the warmth of a genuine smile to infuse her words, even though she kept them rational. [break][break] “That being said, we should focus on work. They probably don’t want to police everything, but we should not take any chances.” There weren’t that many guards, after all. Plus, they had not exactly worn their prisoners down so much that no one would talk. In fact, others did, too. But they should do so while obeying, at least for now. Least they would all go flying again. [break][break]
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