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(ooc. sorry for being spotty here lately!! currently, pike queen lucy is filling the seviper-sized hole in my heart over at @coiledqueen ☺️)
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Even with the toxins still coursing through her body, arms bent behind her back, Lara Croft can still speak--her voice tinged with some restrained sarcasm, at that. Impressive...
Eris merely laughs at her captive's cheeky response, eyes glittering behind those perfect lenses. She welcomes the banter--interrogations were always more entertaining this way.
"Now, Miss Croft...who said anything about a group project?" the researcher inquires with a honeyed smile and innocuous tilt of the head, still idly twirling the poisoned needle between her fingers. "Pardon my limited knowledge, but--as for as I'm concerned--you wandered into this facility alone and sent most of my security force straight to hell. If you're actually working for someone, I would like to know who they are."
Eris sighs melodramatically, rising from her seat. "...And if you are working for somebody, they did a terrible job briefing you about this place. I'd be quite cross with them, if I were you--they basically sent you into this Beedrill nest on an unwinnable mission, and now here you are--tranquilized and Pokemon capsules stripped away. Do you even know where here is? What you're looking for...?"
She waves her hand airily, refocusing on the task at hand, amethyst hues narrowing at the bound archaeologist. (The saccharine grip remains fixed upon her lips.)
"...Before I get ahead of myself, let's backtrack to the matter at hand. "Who are you working with? And what did you hope to find here?"
Though her demeanor remains calm, there's an unsettling aura of intensity surrounding Eris now. The needle glitters dangerously in her grip, as do her fangs.
"Your response here will determine the nature of our time together, Miss Croft, so I encourage you to think carefully," she advises, gazing upon Lara with a fascinated hunger. "Cooperate, and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and you will be punished. It's as simple as that..."
She isn't sure why, exactly, she asked that, first thing first.
Maybe that poison really was s trong enough to make her feel dizzy. Maybe it was all instinct.
After all, last thing she remembers is staying side by side with her Cofagrigus - its PokèBall in a hand, a gun in the other, busy practically single-handedly tearing down dozen and dozen of people she genuinely believed were nothing but mercenaries - before being hit by...
Something.
She figured it was another Pokèmon, back then, in the half second it took her to fall unconscious; all things considered, she was just partially wrong.
This is why she doesn't take commissions anymore.
Lara wasn't sure of what she would've found, down there, if not trouble.
The man who told her to go take a look was vague, and quite honestly, she didn't mind it that much. She always had a thing for mysteries, after all, and that was both a blessing and a curse; on one hand she could always get surprised, even when she explored the deep undergrounds of industrial buildings, and on the other she ended up getting in way more trouble than she hoped - the kind of trouble that puts some spice in a potentially boring life, but that made her gain way too many enemies.
In hindsight, maybe her commissioner wanted her to end up like this to begin with.
Making a mental note to pay him a visit after getting out of this mess, Lara blinks slowly, hissing lightly under her breath as her host speaks up. Something about... poisonous mixes, hypotesis and getting a little too curious, topped off with the promise of making things as painless as possible.
A sharp inhale.
An equally loud exhale.
Mad scientist. Great.
"...my apologies."
still, her voice is calm, polite - as polite as it could be, anyway, as right now the drugs still make it hard to keep the clearly sarcastic tone at a short leash.
"I've never been too good with group projects. I've been told I'm... hard to work with."
#needles tw#drugs tw#(ask to tag!!)#busygirlgcttagc#(just let me know if you want lara to have her pokemon back!! LOL)
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hey!! apologies for the somewhat silence here--this year's picking up, and I feel my mind and life moving ten thousand miles per minute. thought it might be useful to post my current BLOGROLL, if only to be helpful for myself. you can still find me zipping around here and a lot of places! While I still prefer RPing on Tumblr, I'm slowly getting used to Discord--so stay tuned!! 😊
ACTIVE MUSES* (*FOCUS/TIME PENDING)
Cynthia - @avacynthia
Clair - @draconscious
Jupiter/Eris - @pridepoisoned
Barry - @gogogobarry
Pike Queen Lucy - @coiledqueen (sideblog to Cynthia)
Bruno - @brunomove (sideblog to Cynthia)
SEMI-ACTIVE MUSES
Marlon - @seazethemoment
Dendra - @dendrahrah
#ooc#(rn the thread w me and gio has me like... 👀. but im not sure about the general interest here!!)#(ill still be around for sure!!)
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The Hocus Pocus of the Universe, Laura Gilpin
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@infernalpursuit sent: [ @busygirlgcttagc Pokèverse time AND mix n matching prompts heehe ]
creepy location meeting in an undisclosed government facility + ❛ may i have my gun back? ❜
In the dead of night, Hoenn's hulking DEVON CORPORATION lies dormant, its sleepy, surface-level appearance concealing the constant thrum of underground activity occurring in its top-secret satellite facilities.
...At least, the facilities are supposed to be top-secret.
ERIS EVANS rules over these underground realms with an iron fist, ever-quick to snare intruders like a mother spider at the heart of her web. Most captures turn out to be foolish first-time criminals in over their heads or just misdirected wanderers. In any case, both types are swiftly disciplined without much incident, Devon's darkest secrets scared right out of them.
Occasionally, however, a case falls into Eris's lap that proves too tantalizing, too intriguing to ignore--and tonight's latest captive has earned her personal attention.
LARA CROFT. A familiar-sounding name, shrouded in mystery. Eris has heard the infiltration details from some terrified guards: she somehow wandered straight into the heart of the heavily-fortified lab system, and managed to overwhelm scores of Devon security before finally being sedated and brought before the lead scientist. (Now, Lara slumps in silence, bound securely to a metal chair and still mercifully uncon-)
May I have my gun back?
Eris startles at Lara's sudden question--spoken from the shadows--and a small vial slips out of her hand and shatters, sizzling and crackling on the lab floor. Despite this unexpected turn of events, the small half-smile never leaves the scientist's face, her glasses glinting as she steps over the spill to get a closer look at her...subject. Fascinating.
"...Impressive," she murmurs, languidly waving a needle in her gloved free hand. "My latest sedative compound was supposed to last twenty hours, at least. It's a potent mix of Venomoth toxins and Parasect spores--so the slumber is supposed to be absolute." (Eris takes a seat atop her desk, amethyst hues twinkling as she lets out a playful sigh.) "...Well, you proved that hypothesis wrong. Back to the drawing board, I suppose. Or, perhaps some further testing would be appropriate..."
Her hungry tone hangs in the stale laboratory air, lingering ominously.
"...In any case, your reputation precedes you, Miss Croft. A flair for the dramatic, a fiery entrance--it took nearly our entire security force to bring you down. I wonder...what could you be seeking here? After all, nobody wanders into these restricted areas without a reason." Eris rests her chin on a palm, surveying Lara's reaction as if she's under a microscope. "As for your gun..." Her lip curls subtly, and she nods towards Lara's weapon--neatly disassembled into little pieces upon her desk. "...I'm afraid I can't accommodate that request at the moment. Curiosity got the better of me, and I just...couldn't help myself."
The needle glints in her hand, undoubtedly loaded with a fresh compound, and Eris smiles again. (She's always had fangs.)
"You've already proven to be quite the disruption tonight. Cooperate, and I'll make this as painless as possible..."
#drugs tw#needles tw#(ask to tag!!)#busygirlgcttagc#(whew!! no need to match length at ALL--I just got lost in the setting lmao)#(hope this is alright!! who knows how this will go...bc eris definitely doesnt)
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BERSERK!! BREAKTHROUGH!!
DISCLAIMER: This drabble contains mentions of abuse, violence, and implied Pokemon experimentation/death.
The junior lab assistant takes heavy, hesitant steps as he descends down Devon’s secret stairwells, punches complex passcodes into locked doors, and passes through soundproofed basement hallways. In his arms, the nervous scientist cradles a heavy crate loaded down with the capsules of so-called pest Pokemon: rock-devouring Arons and annoying Zubats from Granite Cave, along with pesky Wurmples from Petalburg Woods. Even though he know all of this was so, so wrong, he couldn’t defy that order from up top: catch as many as you can, and bring them to her. The Corporation that he previously adored had trapped him with this terrible assignment–if he showed any form of resistance, the brass could ruin his entire life.
Taking a deep breath, disgust and self-loathing bubbling deep in his stomach, the assistant finally arrives at the double-reinforced doors at the end of the underground hallway, the entrance to Devon’s most hidden laboratory. Recognizing his pale, shadow-shrouded face, the entryway slides open with a hiss, revealing her. The gleeful conductor of these terrible Pokemon tests, the demure, smiling figurehead of Devon’s public side, the brilliant, twisted mind…
ERIS EVANS.
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#violence tw#pokemon experimentation tw#death tw (implied)#(been thinkin about writing more here lately...persnaps a starter something is in order)#(queued.)
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Dina, Soul Steeper (1 of 2) - Benjamin Ee
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my science experiments are soo ethical. u can trust me bc i wear glasses btw
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my favorite guys
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@intriguant sent: "I hear you've been back since we last spoke… You will have to forgive my absence, Miss Evans, but I am confident you of all people understand being, ah… holed up with work every now and again. I presume that means negotiations are going well?"
Standing near Aether's conservation ponds, ERIS EVANS turns at Faba's approach, her glasses glinting as the fellow scientist apologizes, inquires about progress...
How irritating. It's regrettable, really, because Eris has been planning to use Faba for so much more, but his allegiance to Lusamine and her paradise is proving to be somewhat airtight thus far. After all, a non-straggler is harder to pick off from the larger herd. A pawn who can't separate itself from the other pieces is useless, and not worth the trouble of taking.
"...Negotiations have stalled," she offers evenly, wearing a very insincere smile. "A partnership between Devon and Aether could prove to be historic, yet--once again--I find myself trying to move the needle towards progress. Alone."
"This alliance remains a valuable opportunity, Mr. Sauvageau. As Aether's branch manager and as a hungry scientist, I thought we shared a similar collaborative vision. Is that still the case? And if it is, perhaps your influence here can be utilized to drive these talks towards a...favorable resolution?"
Eris Evans wears a warm smile well, but there's a chill behind those eyes. A subtle threat embedded within the saccharine tone.
"I don't mean to come off so harshly--that's not my intent here. But I also loathe having my valuable time and patience squandered by inefficiency and incompetence. Surely you can understand that. I would regret leaving Alola empty-handed, without some sort of agreement in place..."
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They are all so strange I love them
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(ooc. logs on here, raises a little hell, then leaves 🌞)
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Eris's eyes narrow as Hikari opts not to leave her alone, holding firm instead. As expected. Once a pretentious brat, always a pretentious brat. (Sinnoh's young champion holds the cards here, and she knows it, coldly lording over the ex-commander from her presupposed high ground.)
And yet, despite these disadvantages, despite the icy tension crackling in the air, Eris refuses to move, refuses to tuck her tail and retreat like Hikari undoubtedly wants. She still sports a prideful ego too, and two can play at the 'savior's little game. (A standoff it is.)
A familiar anger thrums behind the researcher's temples, but she's even better at controlling it now, after years of practice within the corporate arena. Even better at manipulating, getting under the skin, emerging victorious.
She had shed the old skin. In the face of Hikari's cutting barbs, Eris merely smiles.
"...I was never particularly close with my family. I just happened to be passing through and thought I'd check in," she begins with a surprising lightness, airily examining a hand. "Even so, I have never needed to rely on them--or anyone--to determine my own success. Not everyone can go through life being coddled by everyone they meet, you know."
Ah. There it is.
"Personalized check-ins from the champion. A top-rate head start from the professor. Even the relentless ego-boosting from your pathetic hangers-on...it's no wonder to me how you turned out to be such a narcissistic brat in the end, unable to pass up the chance to gloat over her conquered. Unable to see that the crown was given to you on a silver platter."
Shades of Jupiter's vindictiveness are shining through now, and Eris dares to lean closer with that infuriating smirk. Goading Hikari into doing something she'll regret later. (This is another battle all its own, the verbiage flying like poisoned daggers. How much can you take...?)
"...Speaking of which, that blond, useless one...I should have picked him off when I had the chance. Perhaps that might have taught you a valuable lesson on loss," Eris continues to dig, dig, her eyes flashing with the moment. Her smile widens. "I'm merely here on business, you know. And so far, every bumbling Sinnohan suit that I've talked to has acquiesced to my proposals for development. I think the future takeover of this region will be glorious. And well-earned."
"...Who knows? Maybe someday, you'll be working for me."
Hikari's a little impressed by Eris Jupiter’s gall to come " home ", when she —- fucking traitor —- had long ago forsaken Sinnoh as home.
Only a matter of time until showing her face here becomes tantamount to begging for a sentence. She may've been pardoned by the authorities then, but what obligates the men and women who’ve succeeded them in the following years to honor it now? What allows her to breathe Sinnohan air, to tread Sinnohan soil, without the perpetual fear of being identified and handcuffed or worse? ( Her usefulness, directly to the region or indirectly through Devon! Nothing else! )
Whatever hatred Jupiter feels for her must be returned a thousandfold. ❝ Insulting me already, huh. You’re so miserable, ❞ she sneers, one arm crossing over the other. ❝ Anyone who ever shares a vision with anyone in power, and works with them to build it, must be a puppet. You can’t imagine anything more. No room in this world for cooperation, only manipulation and exploitation. Pathetic. ❞
Pathetic beliefs befitting a pathetic woman, whose chance for ultimate glory has long passed her by. " Political puppet strings "? " Handlers "? What a sick joke. She's gotta be projecting, bitter that Cyrus had only ever intended to use her ( and the rest of Galactic ) on his solitary path to godhood. What would she know about Hikari's mutually-beneficial relationship with her government.
She stifles a laugh upon realizing where Jupiter’s hand has moved, what she's grasping onto ( is that supposed to be a warning? Funny! ). Maybe it'd carry some weight --- maybe Hikari would spare a few more nanoseconds to consider her next action --- if only they were anywhere else but here. Jupiter's on Hikari's home soil, for crying out loud, surrounded by Hikari's fellow citizens. And of course, as always, she has her Pokemon on her ( oh boy, Round Four! ).
No matter her proximity, regardless of what buttons she pushes, as long as Hikari doesn't instigate the fight . . . Jupiter won’t lift a goddamn finger. Surely, she knows she can’t. Not here. ❛ Go ahead, ❜ Hikari's own scowl seems to say. ❛ Try and hurt me. That stupid pardon won't hold. You’ll finally see the inside of a supermax prison and rot there. It’s long overdue. ❜
Besides, can't they just stick to chatting? Kinda like two old pals catching up and both of them can barely manage to stay civil with each other, if this even still counts as civil.
❝ By the way, I’m shocked you still have family to speak of . . . Outside Devon, that is. ❞ Corporations like to make themselves out to be big, happy families, don't they? Jupiter deserves less than that lie.
Hikari moves closer, though not too close. She sits at an adjacent bench, glances at her Poketch for the time, then looks her foe square in the eyes ( like she’s waiting to find out how long Jupiter can stand her presence until she drives her away ). Haughty, venomous blue challenges haughty, venomous purple. ❝ After what you’ve done, can you really say that you have family? ❞
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