earthsea borealis ● felix

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border: solid 0px #181818;] FELIX ON THIS BED I LAY LOOSING EVERYTHING, I CAN SEE MY LIFE PASSING ME BY. WAS IT ALL TOO MUCH OR JUST NOT ENOUGH? WAKE ME UP; I'M LIVING A NIGHTMARE. I WILL NOT DIE - I WILL SURVIVE. Make them pay. It was a chilly evening in the town commonly known as Old Veherna, but with the later months of the year creeping upon them and summer fading to autumn, this wasn't to uncommon of an event. A wind, not gentle in the least, but hardly violent in nature, either dusted its invisible hand across the land and into the ocean, the disturbance in energy sending ripples across the dark water's surface. No one was out at this time of night, surely, especially not on a frigid day such as this. No one but the petty thieves who dug around the remains of a once towering city filled with doom and evil and snatched the goods from those brave enough to remain living there, by weak enough to be outsmarted by those in need of another's possessions. This was a typical night in Veherna's rotted skeleton. Just beyond the lines of dead and living trees, charcoal branches outstretched toward the somewhat cloudy skies above as if trying to grasp onto the atmosphere and tear themselves from the ground could be scene the dome that surrounded the entirety of the ruined town's newest incarnation, the Citadel. Conditions would likely be much better inside that clear dome, wind and rude night crawlers alike, but it wasn't quite the right spot for a series of events meant to be taking place that night. No, too much security, too many praying eyes. No one cared if anything happened in the remains of an unwanted city. Make them pay. However, even choosing the least cared for town to commence an important operation would not be enough to quash wandering eyes and unwanted witnesses. Those thieves, after all, could just as easily stumbled into a crumble home and witness the making of something beautiful. And, while pathetic little humans and their weak little Pokemon were never much of an issue for the brown-haired demon, slaughtering a few “locals” would likely catch the public's attention, and that also put these events at risk of being discovered later. Therefor, it was not in the direct city limits that these secret schemes were being carried out, but rather not too far outside and onto the unpopulated road. The Pokemon League had done everything they could to bury this place, tear out all of the machinery, block it as to let no one inside. But they had also tried to hunt down the woman who had ruled an army in this very place for five years and they still weren't aware she was sitting right under their noses, next in line to lead the group that was about to join hands with the government themselves. Prayers could not help them now. Similarly, wires, tape, and electricity couldn't keep a criminal mastermind out of her sweet, sweet home. It was dark. Dark and empty. No power, no life, no anything. Nothing but the crumbled remains of a ruined, morbid dream and a young woman in nothing but a white shirt and red skirt making her way through the halls and into the commons are, co-admin and student in tow. Make them pay. Because it was here in the belly of Team Imum's destroyed headquarters that their former leader, the lovely Miss Lorelei Beate Ackermann would prepare the most monstrous – and only – bomb she'd built since the war against her own forces and the rebels of the region. Old habits died hard, after all, and while it could never really beat out watching citizens burn in acid, the supplies for a bomb were surprisingly easier to locate than the many tons of acid it would take to drown everyone she was targeting out. It was almost nostalgic, as well, crafting this explosive by hand. It took her back to a time where she'd refused the aid of those below her and detonated the ballroom party hosted by the Pokemon League five years ago. That was the day Imum was known. And, just like that had been a major milestone in Lyeant's history, this would be an equally momentous occasion. This would be the day when Minder would fall. This would be the day when the rebels causing all of this unrest would be put to a stop once and for all. This would be the day that she made them pay. No one messed with the admins of Besser. In fact, the idiots who made up that “party” were joined together when they guessed – correctly guessed was the most annoying part – that the missing leader of Imum had snuck into the organization bent on ending all other organizations for good and decided they didn't like the idea of former Imum members being large and in charge. In all actuality, no one in Besser had done anything remotely suspicious. She was so controlled about her manners after five years spent honing her abilities to hide any indication that she was the threat that plagued the minds of the region, there was no way that anyone would have been able to call her out with proper proof. This meant that the Minder party was built up on speculation, rumors, and lies. All in all, they shouldn't have been much of a threat. However, they were doing the exact opposite as she spoke; they had been swaying more people against Besser than to it, filling their minds with the idea that Imum members were going to take over and destroy the region. That was a lie. Yes, she was next in line for the crown and, yes, she was going to take full advantage of her powers, but she wasn't going to kill them all. Not yet, anyway. Maybe after she'd extended her reach to every other region through sugar coated words and plastered on smiles. And, while she was a well-mannered, level headed woman on the inside, a beast more ferocious than Giratina and her own feared Tyranitar combined roamed free, whispering in her ear and telling her to resist the urge to seek her revenge. This led her to a half hearted attempt at doing just that. Alas, one is not easily shaken from such beast. They are stubborn beasts. “Felix,” Lorelei commanded, authority still ringing in her tone as if she were at the head instead of being second best, “be a dear and hand me the screwdriver, will you? I believe I've skipped over another screw. I may have to have you assess this once I've completed my task just to make sure nothing is loose. In my fatigue, I appear to be passing over more screws than I would have liked.” While she would most likely never admit it aloud to anyone by her beloved Pokemon, she held the Absol gijinka at a higher standard than many, many people that had been a member of her organization. In all actuality, they were all disposable to her, save for two, possibly three lucky souls. Hataro had been an admin, the highest rank under leader by her orders and had been appointed rightfully so. The dark-haired man, though he'd rarely been in full contact with her at any given time, had climbed in the ranks of Besser almost as swiftly as she had, claiming the admin position once more shortly after herself. He had proven himself to be respectable on many occasions and so he was granted the respect he deserved from her. Nymah was less imple than that, however. The former-former leader of Team Imum was the woman who had started it all and had been her role model, her “master” for years. From the time she stepped up as ruler to the time she run from the population's eye, she dreamed of a time the blond woman would return and shower her in the praise and adoration she'd always strove to achieve. Even when she stood on top of the world, there was always someone she couldn't help but think was standing above her. However, it had dawned on her in her years spent in a cave that the dark-clad woman wasn't coming back. She had taken the coward's way out and had left such a heavy burden on the brunette's shoulders and, while Nymah could prance through any street on any day, she had left a fire in the hands of an inexperienced girl and let that fire burn her to the point that she had to hide her name, her face, and almost anything street-wise she'd ever known. The extreme respect she'd held for her was fading day by day. Once she became leader of Besser, the admin bet that the blond would be dead to her. However, lastly, there was Felix, the long-haired man standing somewhere behind her and being kind enough to assist her with whatever she needed in the creation of this device. While it almost pained her to admit it, he'd been somewhat of a nobody under her rule. She doubted he'd risen above the typical member status and into the elites. She doubted he'd caught her eye at all. He'd been forced to test out the experiments of turning humans into gijinkas who looked more like humans and less like Pokemon, in fact, treatment saved for some of the lowest of the low in Imum. However, one day out of seemingly no where, there he was, standing before her in the last battles of the war with red eyes dancing with a loyalty for her so bright she almost wanted to cry. While Hataro had been with her at a distance, Felix had stood by her side to the very end. She held him dearer than the Mightyena gijinka, in fact, and would almost sooner give her life than his. And, while that may have sounded selfish on a variety of levels, for a woman like herself this was the highest form of praise she could possibly muster, a respect almost matching that of which she'd held for her own “master” in years gone by. “I must thank you again for coming to assist me. It is always a pleasure to know you're present in times like these."

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