Sisily Ynes's Story

Melaine's Castle : Ravissement (B2F)

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A cold room; the poorest resting place following the swift trip to its encompassing building. Sisily found herself locked in this room now, alone with no one but her Glameow. At least two stories down from the ground floor, the small room bore a simple bed, a simple table, and a simple chair. A small chest resided at the foot of the bed, and a small restroom was attached to the far corner of the room, with the most basic of amenities.

There were no windows; the only way out of the room was a locked door that was fairly wide. The room's decor was a blend of gothic dark ages medieval architecture indicative of ancient Kalos, mixed with the crystalline custom designs that everything seemed to be themed on in Melaine's Domain. The room itself was clearly intended to be a dungeon cell of some sort, despite the basic provisions, and it was clear that its occupant was a prisoner in every aspect. The room was also small, though with a very tall ceiling that exceeded 12 feet. No doubt there was a purpose to the design choice.

Somewhere else on the floor, the sound of someone pleading and crying was heard as a door slid open, with the cries intensifying as the sound of chains launching forth and wrapping around someone rang out. With the sound of the chains firmly wrapping and locking around someone, there was the sound of discussion, which quickly devolved into yelling. Then there was the sound of a Pokemon being released, followed by a rushing sound of fire. When the sounds of fire ended, the sound of a Pokemon being recalled into its Poke Ball was heard, followed by the sound of someone muffling the individual who was crying.

Then the chains began dragging. Once the sound of chains had vanished, all was quiet once more.

After she was escorted into her makeshift cell, Sisily has done nothing but huddle the corner, knees to chest. She was silently crying, both out of fear from what she just heard and from having her mask taken away. Not having it was unsettling enough to make her something of an emotional wreck for the time. Neko, her Glameow, tried to comfort her friend by rubbing against her before just sitting in front of Sisily.

"What are they doing, Neko? It sounded scary... I-I don't even have my mask to hide behind... I'm so afraid they'll take you away next... I'm so sorry I couldn't help you better. Now we're both going to die. Maybe I should have jumped off the bridge that time... I wouldn't have dragged you with me if I did. I'm s-so sorry Neko"

She began sniffling and grabbed her Glameow and began hugging it like a small child would a teddy bear. Neko would try her best to dry Sisily's tears by rubbing her face against Sisily's.

{"No, don't worry, Sissy, I could have ran away but I chose to come with you. You're an important friend to me and I wouldn't dare run to save myself. I know you can't understand me but I hope my feelings get through anyway. We'll be fine, we'll figure something out and keep moving on."}

As the Glameow spoke, all Sisily could hear was noises indicative of Neko's species. But a look in her eyes would give Sisily an understanding of what she was trying to say and responded with loosening the hug a bit.

"You want me to stay strong and hold out? For you... I'll do my best. But I'm still scared, please don't hold me to it, I might scream and try to run... I don't wanna die here..."

The pair would go silent as they awaited whatever fate was coming to them, be it horrible or beneficial.

It didn't take long. A sudden sound of a latch being undone was followed by the door opening, revealing a pair of Trainers. The male Trainer wore a diamond mail cuirass over a long-sleeved undershirt, along with pants, gauntlets, a barbute helmet, and boots with a super short heel. The female Trainer wore a diamond mail cuirass over a sleeved blouse, along with a miniskirt designed in emulation of a Mega Diancie's "dress", opera gloves, a morion helmet, and thigh-high heeled boots with a modest heel. Each cuirass radiated an ominous feel just by being in their presence. Additionally, each Trainer bore different weapons made of the same diamonds, with the male carrying a lance, while the female had paired battleaxes instead.

With them was a Pokemon that floated silently beside the pair. It looked like a cross between an anchor, and a ship's wheel, both held together by a mass of green seaweed. It was well over 12 feet tall, looming at over double the height of the Trainers present. The anchor was a rusted one that looked mottled with black spots. The seaweed hanging from it partially enveloped the curved bottom of the anchor in a zigzag pattern, leaving empty spaces that unsettlingly looked like sharpened teeth. The seaweed continued upward to cover the anchor's thin shank, as well as the spindle of the wheel. Five individual strands of seaweed freely trailed off the small hub in a star-shape pattern. The wheel was lavender on the outside and bore a yellow inner rim. It was also affixed to the back of the spindle, and thus, was able to rotate freely. Noticeably damaged, the wheel featured six spokes and four handles, all of which were yellow. There were also two lavender stubs where the other handles should have been. A simple compass, resembling an eye, was set into a yellow ring-shaped component on one side of the wheel; opposite an identical ring that was empty.

The female Trainer was the one who walked into the cell, followed closely by the large Pokemon.

Stay put, Trainer. Do not move until you are told to do so. We ask that you recall your Pokemon.

She then stepped aside to allow the Sea Creeper Pokemon space to unravel a chain that flew from its body, alongside the anchor, to wrap around Sisily. Locking around her, the large Pokemon began exerting a light amount of force that was intended to goad her into following it.

Now, Trainer. You will follow us, and you will do so quietly. Do not try to resist; your safety is assured only if you do as you are told.

When the door opened and the people filed in, Sisily was interested in how they were dressed. However, when the anchor floated in, Sisily just went wide-eyed and hugged Neko tighter.

"Eeep! Scary.."

"Stay put, Trainer. Do not move until you are told to do so. We ask that you recall your Pokemon."

"This is it then I guess... Ok Neko.. I-I have to go on my own for a bit... I'll stay strong like you said ok? O-One way or another we'll talk and play together in peace again."

Sisily took out a beat-up looking pokeball and used it to recall the Glameow. She put the ball into her jacket and stood up. As she did, the chain would fly from the rusty anchor and wrap around her. Sisily was surprised and instinctively struggled but relaxed herself. If she just listens to them, maybe they'll let her go. They had to right?

"Now, Trainer. You will follow us, and you will do so quietly. Do not try to resist; your safety is assured only if you do as you are told."

"Yes, I'll go with you... J-Just don't hurt me, please!"