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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 5, 2015 3:37:23 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
What a relatively uneventful trip. Oldale town was nothing more of a minor detour as few people wandered the dimly lit streets. The rare glimpse towards her could be felt as she walked towards the next route however there was a sneaking suspicion that those looks were more aimed towards her new pet. Throughout the entire time traveling through the rustic town not once did the stoic woman bat an eye to the bystanders that stared at the ragged male who was her slave. No matter how slow or how much pain he felt Victoria didn't allow him on his feet. She wanted him to cower in the eyes of those that would judge his detestable state and this was the beginning.
Back on the road the woman looked to her Poketch for a moment to realize that the night has progressed much swiftly than the speed of their travel. With hope she wanted to make it to the city before sunrise. "You're too slow. Get up mutt." Without giving him a chance to react or respond the blue haired woman took a handful of his shirt from behind and yanked him up to his feet by force to slam him into a nearby tree. "Tell me why I should keep you around," it was not a question rather than a stern demand for an answer. There was no satisfying this woman that knew the ravages of war. The least he could do was provide some reason for her to keep him around and not make an example out of him once she reached town. "How are you useful to me?"
Humiliation is something he's only known for only a few hours now. His defeat at the hands of the woman served to rock him, but crawling through Oldale beaten and bruised brought him lower than the ranger thought possible. The woman followed close behind her glee almost tangible as she walked behind watching him; relishing his position, his pain, and her superiority above all. He'd moved silently hair disheveled and long since having fallen over his face hiding his once bright eyes. It's only after they leave that he's given the command to stand.
Her touch is rough dragging him by the collar of his already tattered clothes before slamming him into a tree. Her touch is something he despises, still deep within his gut a thought once subconscious infiltrates the conscious mind mind. The idea that his body tenses every time she lays a hand on him, the idea that he enjoys her touches violent or otherwise. In the time he was forced to travel on his knees the desire to rebel had once again spiked in him if only to prove himself wrong.
He turns his head up toward the woman, she's so close he can feel the heat emitting off her body. Being so close to the woman makes him uncomfortable in a way that's unknown to his person. His voice is level despite his intense eyes glaring at the woman. "Isn't that something for the master to decide." There's sarcasm in his voice the ranger bracing himself for more pain now. He's gotten used to crawling now and so returning to that position despite how degrading it was, wouldn't do him any more harm. At the very least it would put more space between the two. Something he desperately needed.
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Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 5, 2015 21:07:51 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Did he actually have the nerve to face her with such disobedience again? The insolence. For a moment the woman failed to react, remaining silent as she stared directly into the male's eyes as if challenging him to see if he had anything else to say. Then she placed her left hand gently on his injured shoulder in a comforting manner. She had not forgotten. "Have you forgotten your place already mutt?" Tightening her grip on her left hand, forcing her fingers to dig into what flesh they could, she wanted to be sure that he would be reminded of what happened the last time he tried anything. She could dislocate his shoulder again and that alone should have alarmed the man. After all his arm barely had time to heal.
Instead her right hand extended to grip his neck once again to limit his ability to breathe. This one had a habit of not answering things correctly and until he learned he would have to understand his air was not meant to be wasted. With this in mind Victoria did not even have a name for the mutt so she'd decide on one now. "Your name will be Lumpy from now on," her voice remained stoic as her fingers continued to strangle his vocal chords in case he had any objection. The name had little meaning here however just looking at the useless sack of trash the name fit for that was all he was. She took a step forward to place her foot between his legs as if threatening him in the worse way possible as her arm exerted some strength to push him further into the tree while strangling him. "You are to serve me at my every beck and call. If someone asks for your name you will answer My Mistress' pet. If you dare disobey me again I will have you neutered."
She released her hands now, allowing the lump of shit to fall where it may. "One more time Lumpy, how will you be of use to me?"
She's closer now, her gloved hand sending a more than unwelcome touch down his spine. Ven's body already having tensed only contracts further as she places her gloved hand on his shoulder. It's warm surprisingly proving she's more human than demon contrasting her personality entirely. The touch is light only for a moment as her grip tightens on his injured limb. Fresh blood congeals in his mouth the man biting his lip if only to keep him from shouting in pain.
Her other hand remains free to grab his throat now. The organ already reddened from his previous treatment as it were. He can only glare to show his discontent as she speaks, his resistance weakening for the moment. His eyes move to her leg as it brushes against his own placed strategically between them now. Her touch now is something akin to electricity as she continues to constrain him, chistening him with a new name all the while. It was a name that suited his now pathetic figure. He could only blame himself as this was the fate of the weak. She asks her question again a new threat serving as punishment if he was to disobey twice over.
Air comes once again almost to his dismay as he's forced to answer now. He'd much preffered the pain opposed to demeaning him, regardless he speaks out of obligation.
I'll do whatever you require of me... mistress. there's disdain in his voice but still he's obeyed in the way she'd required.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 6, 2015 4:05:43 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The answer suited a slave much better however it still lacked any details. Perhaps that didn't matter any longer. His tone on the other hand was rich. Something that she should have taken offense to. However Victoria knew full well the power that hate granted. A devilish smirk played at the corners of her lips as she took a step backwards away from him. "Yes, that hate you have will come in handy." As she readjusted the edges of her fingerless gloves a stray thought entered her mind. Most of her pokemon were left back at her vacation home thus this trip to Hoenn would be an entirely new one. It wouldn't be so bad if her pokemon were not so pathetic however they were. She couldn't have that.
With some effort that would soon be changed. The egg that she got moments after arriving to the region was safe on the backpack hidden by her hair and there could only be hope it was of something useful. As for her current team she reached back onto her belt and removed a pokeball from it. "Lumpy. Show me your pokemon. You are a trainer aren't you?" Of course if he answered yes, which is what she expected, she was going to punch him straight in the face. There was no need to disclose that however.
The ranger's scowl is ever present as the woman turns away his body almost sad to see her retreat. She refers to him by his new name elevating his displeasure, but still the man remains silent. The urge to roll his eyes are paramount as she comments on his anger, but the man remains still, a single hand is buried in his pocket now quietly retrieving three capsules from its depths. The woman having ordered to see his pokemon.
As far as Ven's concerned the trainer has a single pokemon the other two captures are far more recent both having been caught out of convenience alone. Three pokeballs hit the forest floor a familiar white glow taking three different shapes. The first, asmall toad like pokemon observing the wounds and state of its new master, more fearful than anything. Self preservation and the second pokemon came hand in hand wondering how to avoid the wounds his trainer failed to, and what caused the wounds in the first place. With all this in mind the bird pokemon keeps his peace inching closer to the poliwag if only out of habit.
Seven needed little to survive, a fact. The pokemon prior to meeting Ven was independent never babied by its caretakers prior. Perhaps of his own design the pokemon forced these ideals onto the ranger, the trainer refusing to dote on the pokemon regardless of personality. The base of their relationship was entirely misguided, but still it remained firm and it was from this place that obedience and respect came. Ven wasn't the kindest teacher, nor was he a forgiving master but in times private very rarely the pokemon peered into the raven haired man's soul and found emotions that implied vague notions of concern For Seven that was enough to build upon further together these odds and ends made the duo into what it was.
The pokemon glances at the woman now only after having focused on each of the marks his trainer received each a testament to how disheveled and broken he is. The ranger's aura is something similar to fire; pulsating red surrounded by a strange yellow light at its core. The mix of emotions that beguiled the aura pokemon, still the enemy stood true in his eyes it's apparent the fighting pokemon and as such he wastes no time preparing for combat. "Stand Down." His trainer's voice by no means matches his appearance peeking at the pokemon through his fallen hair. The pokemon for once in its life makes a move in an attempt to betray his master. Pink eyes focus down on the pokemon ending the idea of any coup d'etat immediately.
"I am employed as a ranger. I've never acquiesced to the whims and ideals of a trainer." His eyes fall from his master back to the pokemon shaken at his master's behavior. "Take a knee." His eyes cold "I do not ask twice." As commanded the fighting type falls to a single knee as his attention returns to his tormentor.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 6, 2015 11:16:38 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Pokemon no matter how menacing could not induce fear in the woman. Far from it. As her slave obeyed her orders it was to her amusement that he actually followed through with them. Her eyes examined the appearances of each pokemon up to the final one. They were all pokemon she had known. Being an ex gym leader tended to give you a wide range of experiences with all manner of pokemon feral or not. It would not have been unanticipated for the pokemon to attempt to come to their trainer's rescue. More like it was expected. That was not what had happened here as the end result had her looking down at her pet's pokemon as well. "Hm. Adequate for a mutt like you."
Even in this state he had the nerve to command his own pokemon and they had listened. Her eyes processed each individual capability of the pokemon before her and at the end of it her eyes did the same to her pet. There was no claim to want any fame or glory that came with being a trainer to become the champion. This was good for him. It meant she had no reason for further punishment of the slave. What he did claim was rather entertaining on the other hand. "A ranger?" More or less this was in a disbelieving tone. Regardless there were so many possibilities she could do and use with such information. It would make her plans that much more... complex to their core. "That could prove useful. Doesn't look like all of your pokemon are completely incompetent either." There was always better. Victoria had seen that with her own eyes and trained some with her own hands however for a ranger this would have to do. She couldn't hope to expect much after all.
"Maybe you'll be good for something after all and this wasn't a complete waste of my time." It was mild praise. As much praise as one would ever get as a slave of the blue haired devil of a woman. As the cogs of thought cranked in her mind for all the devious plans and uses for the slave with his information her domineering eyes leered down at the blacked haired ranger. "I'm going to test the skills of my pokemon. You will order your pokemon to stand there and take the hits until I am satisfied." This wouldn't be necessary if her pokemon were any sort of competent however she did not pick them out. Thus she'd have to force them into some sort of satisfactory level of skill. Defeating other pokemon, making them fear them and forcing servitude would be a good way of doing so. Let it not be said Victoria Trescott was completely heartless however. An ultimatum for the one that had no say in the matter. "unless you'd like to take the place of your pokemon."
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Lucario roars at the ludicrous terms laid before them, but still refuses to move. Ven's eyes find themselves narrowed further the woman demanding an offering of sorts from not only himself but his pokemon now as well. It was an unacceptable order even for the two newest additions to his team. Only he was responsible for his actions his entourage of elemental creatures had nothing to do with it, and so he'd first step up body aching only to take further punishment from the tyrant.
Pokemon and people alike often do things they don't understand, was it pity that brought the tadpole into the spotlight, pity for a man she barely knew? Ven cannot bring himself to understand calling the pokemon back only for it to refuse in a way Seven found himself unable to. Determination brought the water type forth earning not only the ranger's ire but his respect as well ready to take a beating herself. His anger is curbed by his tormentors praise if only momentarily. Hate festers for himself now for succumbing so easily for a few words of meager approbation.
Poliwag's resolve in place the ranger has no words now both Seven and Staravia watching with a sense of sadness the ranger himself more so disgust eyes focused on hers no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction with the situation at hand. "I was of the mind you had someplace to be." He says in hopes of finishing this disturbing task as quickly as possible.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 6, 2015 20:11:18 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The blind obedience was adorable. Quite touching really. Could make a lesser person all warm inside from the sight. To Victoria she could afford a single amused chuckle to it. That loyalty was wasted on a slave and the Aqua woman was looking forward to taking full advantage of it. After all for a man that claimed to be a ranger he did not volunteer himself to take this own pokemon's place. Not that he had the right to offer himself up in the first place. He had no free will unless he could afford it being granted to him. Removing another pokeball from her belt, she rolled the two pokeballs around in her right hand as if they were chinese medicine balls saving her from some measure of stress. In a way they were.
Her mind went through her memory of what she had known of her own pokemon and the abilities of these. The details were sound yet the craven sound of a voice that she did not recall allowing to speak reached her ear. There was no hesitation to the wild swing of her left arm, her fist colliding with the bark of the tree that the ranger leaned upon and a mere inch away from his face. The strength she put into it left a somewhat small impact crater where her fist landed only to be noticed when her hand was retracted. "Are you questioning me Lumpy?" With an icy glare her voice was virtually lathered with a challenging disgust.
She made her decision, tossing one of the pokeballs in her hand casually to the side without a second glance. An explosion of bright light formed and morphed into a new form. A smaller form that matched the childish pokemon that inhabited it. The psychic type Ralts cooed as he looked around the foreign scenery. He wasn't used to this new trainer yet but just like the others around he was similarly frightened by Victoria. "Why don't I have your pokemon pay for your transgressions hm?" The smooth feminine voice spread like butter on toast as she leaned back away to look towards the Poliwag then to the Ralts who was startled to a jump. "Do it. If you want to be stronger you must learn to crush those that would oppose you."
The psychic type was too fearful to disobey Victoria. While he was reluctant to attack the other pokemon he felt he had no choice. Releasing two bursts of confusion, one could almost feel the distress and terror that was put into powering the move which in turn amplified the attack. If the Ralts dared to hold back then Victoria would know and for now the woman made no notion to punish the pokemon. She was satisfied with this for now. The ranger was lucky she did not take his pokemon from him and call it a day in the end.
He resists the urge to snap back at the woman fists curled in his pockets once again as the 'battle' begins. His eyes staring into hers with discontent paramount there's was no joy in him now the yellow in his heart fading into deep red entirely. Emotions never played into his actions growing up so much so these feelings embedded in him are almost overwhelming.
The first two techniques make contact Ven steeling himself to move in only for the Poliwag to turn and shake its head. It was her sacrifice to make and interfering now, would in turn make her negate the purpose of acting in the first place. Wasting the safety the pokemon provided, at this point would only dishonor her, despite his want this was something the man couldn't do.
The toad was blasted back watching the psychic type with sad eyes, there's no blame or anger in them she's sad such a gentle pokemon was forced to act such a way by her trainer, sad that even her own trainer who once seemed so proud and strong was slowly succumbing to her will. There were no answers to the why only that she was to accept this to keep her trainer and her teammates safe. And so she gets up waiting for the psychic energy to connect again wondering exactly how long this would continue.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 6, 2015 22:18:43 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
No response. No verbal one at least. There was nothing else he could do after all. The anger in his eyes? The trembling in his veins? They were all due to his weakness... as well as Victoria's twisted sense of entertainment. Until he proved that he was competent to remain by her side then this was not going to change. That is if he were ever to encounter such luck down the line of his servitude. A snap of the fingers signaled the next volley of attacks. "Again," her tone harsh to convey that she did not wish to be disobeyed and wanted this to be expedient.
The pensive Ralts placed his small hands to his head. It upset him this entire ordeal. Why had his original trainer done this to him? He felt sorry for the poliwag that he was now focusing his attacks on all the while sensing the emotions of the pokemon and humans around him. In his mind the sensation of the thoughts than ran through his new trainer's mild addled him. Sadly that was what fueled his psychic powers more. There was nothing more that he wanted than to get this over with. Victoria on the other hand didn't mind how long or not this process took. The weaker psychic type would learn today that not everything was picture perfect. The world was cruel.
The attacks weren't too potent she knew however the poliwag was not fighting back. Ralts was doing everything in his power and in the end it became a slow torturous process to continue to berate the water type to an unconscious state. Exactly what she wanted.
'A sound soul is said to dwell in both in a sound body and a sound mind.'
For all here a single exclusion among the group of pokemon and humans alike none had both of these things, some had neither leaving certain individuals in a heartrending void of emotions that were only further warped by the actions of the one who possessed both of these qualities. Through these now immanent experiences Ven discovers another infinitesimal speck of clarity regarding a belief in his life, that being the idea above. That being the distinctions between the mind and soul alike are subjective in a sense. Her mind and body were amazing so amazing she'd been able to crush him before any real battle began the actions she took following his submission however were negative in nature proof being the next wave of psychically charged attacks that rang tortured mental screams into a near defenseless tadpole.
This was all to say despite the state of dare he think perfection this woman had achieved, and what he too strove to achieve despite the feelings he had for her be whatever they may be her actions and state of being did not correlate to the stereotype of what he presumed a sound soul to look like. As he's forced to deal with another realization his pokemon about ready to succumb to its injuries another remnant of his self disintegrates his eyes almost hollow the few remaining threads that kept such a man together threatening to unravel.
The process continues now the tadpole pokemon finally succumbing to its injuries sad eyes focused on the ralts and his master alike before resting in the darkness that was its unconsciousness. The raven haired ranger says nothing returning his pokemon to their pokeballs respectively.
"Are you ready to continue on." Disappointment lingering in his eyes now.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 7, 2015 17:34:34 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The water type fainted valiantly as Ralts finally dealt a swift mental blow. Yet seeing this did not satisfy the woman, not in the slightest the mild tisk was heard from her lips. With no warning the woman recalled the Ralts with not even a word of praise to be imparted. Instead she took the other pokeballs in her possession into her hand to once again roll them together in her palm. Once more did her slave encourage her to advance forward. Perhaps she should with what haste she wished previously. However Victoria was a fickle decision maker. While the words did not fall upon deaf ears the woman simply by all respects of the word didn't care what he had to say. "What's the rush? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Another smirk made its way onto her lips. Her open mocking and efforts against his pokemon were bound to have placed a mental toll on him by now. It was pathetic.
The water type was recalled and two remained. Tossing the two pokeballs in her own hands the younger pokemon appeared in another flash of lights. One huffed lackadaisically as her blue body stood in front of the growling Lucario. The other was a black crow who took her perch on the head of her partner. Unlike the psychic type these two did not appear affected whatsoever by the appearance of their trainer or those around her. In fact the Murkrow gave a distinct caw or two in what had the semblance of a laugh. The Munchlax didn't care. "Mimas, Io, have fun with your new friends will you?" The sharp sound of the snapping of fingers had the Murkrow fly into the air ready for action. Munchlax huffed another breath yet knew the sound as well.
With a wave of the Munchlax's fingers a mysterious light enveloped them. Within moments the ground began to shiver in fear. This caught even the blue haired vixen in shock as her hand lurched to the tree for support. She would not get on the ground or go as far as bend a knee to the effects of the attack though a sadistic grin grew ever wider on her face. There was never telling what would come out of a Metronome after all. The black crow on the other hand took the opportunity to lunge at a Pursuit attack at the other Avian pokemon while it was likely distracted. A part in the ground began to form under the Lucario as the earth threatened to swallow the pokemon up into it. The next thing that came from the chubbier pokemon was the sound of a hearty roar that was different from a normal roar in that it sounded like it came from a king rather than a feral animal. "I won't move until I'm satisfied Lumpy. It would be best if you remember that from now on."
Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised as the maw opened up below his student and what more his only friend. He shouldn't have been surprised when he thought it to be a single event, and her self serving nature wouldn't take further advantage of him, or at least not like this. He remembers the look in Seven's eyes as he's over taken if the man was in his right mind the attack could have easily been dodged, He's winded far more than any of her vicious punches or kicks could have done to him, for the first time he's at a loss entirely there's no light or path before him now only a pit of despair the grows deeper as time ebbs on.
The growl of pure pain from the fighting type pokemon echoes in his head eyes blank now. He manages to pull out his pokeball returning Seven to his pokeball sliding the device into his pocket subconsciously now unable to pull himself together entirely. It wasn't supposed to be like this on a number of different levels. His relationship with his pokemon was to remain impartial, becoming attached allowing feelings to enter that relationship always leads to despair, despair that crippled the mind and soul alike. Moments later Staravia falls to the ground as well the trainer despondent entirely.
The man breaks on his knees no signs of rebellion, or servitude. The man is still, and for the first time truly empty.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 11, 2015 16:36:22 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Excellent. Now this was the sight of a man that had been broken. On his knees without the demand with the defeated look etched across his entire body. A maniacal smirk formed as Murkrow and Munchlax returned to Victoria's side. This was exactly what the woman wanted. Shattering the body and the mind was the ultimate form of dominance. That said of course meant that he disobeyed her. He recalled his pokemon as soon as he could as they fainted rather than letting her own pokemon toy with them more. It was getting to be too much of a hassle, a burden to have someone like this anymore. It wouldn't be anymore fun and someone like this was bound not to confront her again. "Leave," her tone was as demanding as when they first met with the order conveying a sense of superiority. Her icy gaze peered down at the ranger with her pokemon flanking both her sides.
"I have no more use for you," she stated coldly. Petalburg was mere moments away that she could virtually begin hearing the hustle and bustle of the city. Her pet was no longer needed to guide her. As broken down as he was he would likely not move for a long time. Best to let him simmer in the pool of regret alone. It was a matter of time after all. Munchlax yawned as Murkrow cackled another cawing laugh as they both returned to their pokeballs as well. Without another word the woman walked off towards the road to the city. It was about time to make her rendezvous and begin her plans.