Mariko Watanabe

The broken Vulpix.

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a character in “Pokemon: The Gijinka Experiment”, as played by Kagerou


Mariko Watanabe
"I deserve nothing but to be alone."

Pokemon: Vulpix and Ninetales
Age: Just turned 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Unsure
Personality: Mariko used to be a very energetic person. She was always running around, playing with her Pokémon, and traveling. Those who knew her would always say they never saw her rest. She was always happy, carefree, and was never afraid to greet another person and make new friends. However, this is no longer true. After her capture, Mari became distant and quiet. She barely ever moves unless it is required. Most of the other former Trainers don't even know her name, and so they call her "Shiny V" among themselves. Mariko has ended up blaming herself for losing her Pokémon and her freedom, so she is always feeling guilty as well. Her personality is overall broken, and it will take a very long time to put herself back together again.

History: Before being nabbed, Mariko's history is average at best. She had a loving family who only wished the best for her, a place to call home no matter what, and never really had any bad experiences. She would play in a nearby forest with wild Pokémon, run around the ponds, and simply just be a kid. Sure, she made mistakes as any other human would, but she wouldn't consider those "bad" per say. Mari always traveled with her best friend from her hometown, but at this point Mari has no idea what happened to them. All she has to look forward to now is the dank cell she's locked in.

Abilities: As Mariko was mixed with a Vulpix, she has the ability to create Fire-type moves that a Vulpix can know. Her ability is Flash Fire, so she gets stronger when in fire/hit with another Fire-type move. Her only known moves are Flame Burst, Will-o-Wisp, Hex, and Payback. Her physical capabilities are low, as Mariko is small and very weak from experiments. Her mental state is also very weak, so as of this point she will not be very helpful for leaning on emotionally. The only thing really going for her is her ability to recognize problems and solutions quickly and is able to act fast if in the right mindset.

Other relevant information: She prefers Mari over Mariko.

So begins...

Mariko Watanabe's Story

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Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe

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#, as written by Kagerou

The sounds of bodies being dragged across the floor greeted Mariko's ears as she awoke from her deep slumber. The girl was slowly getting up out of the bed she was forced into when her head throbbed painfully. She quickly regretted her decision to even move at all. As she opened her eyes, Mariko's vision was assaulted by pure white lights reflecting off of a pure white room. At first, she couldn't quite make out what anything was. Then, as footsteps approached what seemed to be her door, she realized she was in a prison of some sort. The poor Trainer had no time to react to her discovery as the cell was opened and people dressed in white came in. Two of the bigger members of this group picked her up without hesitation. This is when Mari went into full panic-rage mode.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Where are we going? PUT ME DOWN. NOW." Obviously, the men didn't listen to her. She kicked and screamed and even tried to bite her captors. Anything to get away from these creeps. None of it worked. They simply ignored the girl. It was at this point she noticed all of her Pokemon were gone. Marshstomp, Minun, Skarmory, Gardevoir, Axew, and Vulpix...all of her team was missing. "Where are my Pokemon? What did you do to them? Answer me, dammit!" Again, she was ignored. They kept going with Mariko in hand. Looking back, Mariko noticed other cells. They all had fellow Trainers in them...and....other things? What was that? It looked like a Tangela...but not quite? Mari was still struggling to break the men's grip on her, but to no avail. What the hell was going on here? Mariko had no choice but to endure what was about to happen to her.

Eventually, she was thrown down onto a table. It looked like a hospital table, the ones doctors would use to check up on a patient. Before she could react, Mari was restrained to the table and blinded. She could still hear everything going on, but all she could see was pitch black. The group that abducted her had left, leaving her...alone? No. There were other footsteps in the room, though they were hard to hear. This person was a lot lighter than those goons. Nothing was said to her this entire time. Then, fire was shooting up her arm. "There you go, nice and easy..." The voice was masculine, but it was not a voice that Mari recognized. She heard a "hmm" out of this man, and then the scratches of a pen across paper. "Yes, this patient is having an immediate reaction...Very unusual." The poor girl's throat was on fire, it seemed. Her whole body felt hot, it was like she was burning alive. Due to pain, Mariko passed out...

...and woke up a few hours later in a different cell. She was still in a lot of pain, but there was something...different about her. There was a mirror across the bed from her. Her...ears twitched on top of her head. Wait, her EARS? Her hair had grown long and blonde, with patches of red towards the bottom and on her bangs. The girl was given a robe to cover up, as it seemed someone had taken her normal clothes. Mariko barely recognized herself. Then, she coughed...and fire came out of her mouth. What had happened to her? "Someone...better tell me what the hell you've done to me!"

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem

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Alexander Ashfist

Alexander saw many people starting to wake and move to there bars, being dragged to there cells, there faces obscured for the most part. He could only see a few faces. Too his left the man in his cell was panicking. Though the mess of noise he got his name was Kyle. He moved over to the left side of his cell and put his good hand though the bars so it should be able to be grasped. "Alexander Ashfist, do not be worried my friend we will get out of here" The person in front of him was a girl with white hair. Said her name was Savannah. she seemed quite graceful though confused. "And you young lady, ill get you home to your parents, when we get out of here"

The girl next to her was Desiree, she seemed quite calm given everything that was going on. On the other side of the white haired girl was some young blond haired girl who seemed to be suffering. feeling bad for her he simply tried to give her an encouraging smile.

It was clear that even though there were others in the sound of all this it was hard to pick them out. Moving equipment, other captives moaning, or yelling from panic he could not make anything else out. One thing was clear though, all of them where confused and scared, many in pain. It was odd though, he understood that he had fallen and the attack from behind had hurt him but what about everyone else, many seemed unharmed but where suffering.

They must have done something to them. They have a large abound of people here this is no small operation There must be a reason they needed us but it looks like it is to test something out but what? a new drug? could be human trafficking but they would have no reason to harm us then. looking around he knew things would get worse of no one got any of there questions resolved. As Alexander was about to speak up he saw the girl Desiree try to pick the lock for her cage. No what are you doing! not when everything is so busy there is no wa- Alexanders thoughts where cut off as a woman stepped in front of her cage.

"Please refrain from escape attempts,Professor Redwood would not be pleased, and I will have to stop you". the woman spoke. She had some weird antlers on her head. probably just some odd seance of fashion. from where he was he could see her eyes from the side but knew they were cold and uncaring. They sent a chill down his spine. Alexander did not like that woman.

As much as he would like to be quite and draw as little attention to himself he knew he could not. "Of course not your little professor probably wants all us in good shape for his little experiments." he said in a hushed tone. then he took a break in and spoke loudly "Hey everyone who is locked up like myself, let me give you all my educated guess. You all like myself have been kidnapped, spirited away. We are not here by accident and there is probably no way out."

He paused for a brief moment giving those paying attention a chance to process this. "The good news is that they most likely have little to no intent to harm us directly but use us as some sort of test subjects. they have taken our Pokemon and have no intent to return them I am guessing. Isn't that right mam?" he asked the woman in a lab coat trying to get her to look at him and forget about the young lady she was speaking too. He quickly shoot her and everyone else who could see him a smile. and thought to himself Fuck, we are in deep shit

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Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Zane Ortiga Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem

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Mariko wasn't exactly relieved when she heard other voices coming from various directions. She was tall enough to see outside of her cell window towards the top of the door. People from all different walks of life were around. She heard a young girl speaking right next to her. Poor thing didn't sound much older than 16. However, Mari's condition didn't really allow her to speak. One could see flames coming out of her cell. It seemed that everything in Mariko's cell had been fireproofed. This meant that whoever that man was intended this result. Her whole body felt as though it was being charred alive, especially her stomach. Then, the smell of fear hit her nose. A girl two cells down had been caught trying to escape. She could see the woman with the antlers, keeping guard of the prisoners like it was her only purpose in this life.

Of course, this girl was the next one to be taken and injected just as she was. The woman with the scent of deer upon her approached her cell silently. Then, she slid something under the door. Food and...a dress? The woman mentioned something about a "thank you gift from Father for being his first successful Vulpix." What the hell did that even mean? Mariko was not in a position to complain, so she took it with a nod. After the woman left her cell, Mari had gotten changed. It was a very high quality dress, exactly her size. High collar, long sleeved, and the same shade of beige as her hair. There were also essential undergarments for a girl her age plus some brown, nylon tights that were also her size. She noticed on the tags that they were also fireproof. They must have made them for her while she was knocked out. "How thoughtful..." Mari said sarcastically. The food was standard with a little kick of spice. Of course, the poor girl coughed and her flames were more prominent this time.

She looked at herself again, closely this time. A Vulpix, huh? Is that what she was supposed to be? It hit her hard, since Mari had a Vulpix herself that she held dear to her. She had raised it from an egg...everyone had appreciated it because it happened to have a different color scheme...Wait. That meant...."No, not my Hana...it couldn't be, could it?" There were too many similarities to deny that fact. They had captured her Pokemon and were using them for...whatever this was. Just like the other Trainers who are here. How cruel it was that they used her Vulpix against her. She couldn't have imagined the pain they were going through. With this realization, Mariko fell silent. There were no tears, just blank stares across the room. The old Mariko was no more.

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Mara Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne

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As Kyle sat in his cell he saw someone's arm bend around the corner of his cell. The man in the cell next to his introduced himself as Alexander Ashfist, and assured him that they would get out of this place, and that there was no reason to worry. It actually helped somewhat, he was confident that they would make it out of here somehow. Kyle resolved to try, and calm down, trying not to let his fear get the best of him. Kyle with a smile took the hand, and shook it. "I'm sure you're right. Gotta be optimistic in times like this, right?" There was no point in being doubtful about escaping, he just had to do his best to keep a clear head, and eventually he would find a way out. He'd be sure to come back for the others, and help them escape as well.

He watched through the bars of his cell, there was a mysterious girl, with a large sheet over her head carrying something large on her head, walking around the cells. She didn't seem to be the one in charge, but it was certainly her job to keep them from leaving. The girl known as Desiree seemed to try, and unlock her cell regardless, and Alexander seemed convinced they were here to be some kind of test subjects. The thought of being some kind of lab rat was not a pleasant one. Many of the others were taken, and undoubtedly had something happen to them. Kyle held out hope that he would escape before something happened to him as well.

Despite the strange girl paroling the cells Desiree still tried to escape making a run for it as soon as they came for her. She ran past his cell, and though he couldn't see much else, it was obvious that she failed, as he heard the sound of a dragging body. This was not good, there was no way out at this point, and trying to escape would bring nothing good. He let out a sigh. Escape it seems would take much longer than he thought it would.

Soon four men walked up to his cell, and unlocked the door. They walked towards him, clearly intending to take him somewhere. Kyle backed up somewhat, and threw his hands in the air as a gesture of surrender.[color=orange]"Well there's obviously no way out of here, and there's no point n resisting. I'll cooperate." the men looked towards the strange girl apparently looking for confirmation. They forcefully pulled Kyle out of the cell but instead of forcefully dragging him to wherever he was gonna go they allowed him to walk upright. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, despite the circumstances he was just glad to be out of that horribly small cell. Two men positioned behind him, two in front to prevent him from escaping. They began to lead him to their destination, Kyle walking behind them. As he walked he saw inside some of the cells. Some were normal people, stuck against their will but otherwise unharmed. However other cells contained something less than human. They resembled Pokemon, one looking sort of like a Tangela, the other resembling a Ghastly, though they almost looked human in some ways. Whatever was going on here was not going to be good.

Soon they entered a room, in the center stood an operating table, and beside that stood some doctor, or researcher type people. At this point the guards had ceased being gentle, and forced him down on the table, forcefully strapping him down. An old doctor walked up to him with a needle, and a smile. "Good to see you've been cooperative. This shouldn't take long." Before Kyle could say anything the man plunged a needle into his vein, extracting his blood, then left the area. After what seemed like an agonizingly long time the man returned, and injected him with some kind of chemical. The needle itself didn't hurt, though shortly after he began to feel pain spread throughout his body, there was a pain starting in his head. He barely noticed when they took him off the table, and started carrying him back towards the cells. He grunted in pain as they carried him, throwing him in a new padded cell. Fortunately before he could panic about being back in such a small space he passed out.

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Mara Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nola Winchess

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She looked over and out the bars, her voice getting scratchy from not having enough water. There were many others, and her brain was confused, so confused with all this information. Nola let out a scream when her tail bone retched almost out of her skin- like she was getting a tail. Not to mention her hair was slowly turning a very light grey, and growing non-stop. Nola took a close look at the others, trying to keep her mind off of her pain.

One was a girl who stood out the most- mostly because she just tried to escape her cell, and a very- beautiful woman with horns, held her still, and forcefully placed the girl in her cage. Nola shudder, wondering why she thought of a cage. Another girl looked like a Tangela, with beautiful long black locks. Another one closely resembled a Ghastly, and she shuddered. Two guys in the prisons beside her were talking- probably introducing themselves, when one of them got taken away. Another girl got clothes from hat horned woman, and Nola sighed.

She was honestly getting bored, and hungry.. and her tail bone kept growing every five minutes. Nola curled up on the ground and whimpered, trying to fall asleep, but not doing so well. Her thoughts trailed back to her family, then the people here, and then she actually fell asleep. Nola was soon sleeping in her bed at home, with Wendy on the bed beside her, and her maids coming in and placing tea beside her, but when she woke up and tried getting out of her bed, she had woken up from her dream and yelped in pain, when her tail burst her skin open, and a stub of a tail was appearing.

Nola tied her hair up with a hair tie she had on her wrist, because her hair kept falling in her face. Soon she saw the antler woman approaching her with food and clothes. As she got closer, Nola examined her, she was so beautiful, her skin was pale, with literally no defects, and she had beautiful long white hair. Nola shook the thoughts out of her head, when the woman gave her the clothes, then the food, which Nola drank the water right away. She stared at the clothes and wondered how she'd get changed with privacy. She had soon grabbed her jacket and tied to the bars, and changed in behind that, only her legs showing, and her head.

Soon she was in the clothes, and realized it came with glasses too. She placed the glasses on the top of her head, and stared down at her clothes. She was only wearing a bandeau for a top, which she thought was too revealing for herself, and threw her jacket on. She had shorts on that puffed out at the bottom, and had sash on it, with a butterfly pin. She looked at the last piece of clothing and saw it was a scarf, a very long scarf. She shrugged and put it on. She then stared at her food and gobbled it all down.

She looked at her pants a second time, and saw there was a hole for her tail, which was still growing and almost the size of small twig, it was also growing white fur on it, which- thank god- didn't hurt. As for her hair, it was still growing, and Nola sighed.

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Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe

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Desiree Johnson

Desiree woke up, not too much later, extremely uncomfortable. Still a bit dizzy, she had to use the wall to help her stand up, and then leaned heavily with her shoulder on the plush surface to remain that way. The room seemed darker than it had been before, but maybe it was just because she couldn't make it stay still. Feverishly, she shuffled her way over to the door, panting through her mouth with hot breath at that small bit of exertion. One shaking hand scratched her head, and came away with a fairly large clump of brown hair that was rather wet at the base. Seeing the bright red color on her hands, she dropped it quickly and touched her head in the spot it had come from, feeling a small, stinging patch that was completely clear. She fell to her hands and knees, entire body shaking violently and heaving up the small bit of food in her stomach. Was this all a feverish delusion? What was real and what wasn't? Just how sick was she?

With one last dry heave, she quickly scooted away from the mess she had made, hugging her legs to her chest and trying to control her breathing. Her heart rate was sky rocketing and panic was turning slowly to shock. Dry and hoarse whimpers escaped her throat almost like wheezes, uncontrollable and pathetic. It was starting to feel like everything was itching, but to frightened by what had just happened to her head, she dug her nails into her arms instead, unintentionally drawing blood with her nails.

It was this pitiful state that someone lab worker found her in upon approaching the cell. Desiree didn't even look up, completely oblivious to everything as her eyes glazed over and she withdrew to some inner sanctum. Whoever it was forced some aspirin into her by placing it in her mouth and coaxing her to swallow with a glass of water, just to lower her fever. When they were done, they left behind a change of clothes and a plate of light food, just some juice, toast, and a slightly browned banana. At some point they cleaned up the mess since it was so near the door, likely just to avoid stepping in it. However, with that she was alone again, still shaken but slowly returning to reality.

She couldn't... no, she wouldn't let this get to her. Some psycho was likely relishing in her pain. She could quite pick out a camera in the room, but she would bet dollars to donuts that it was there. Her breathing was still shaking, but she inhaled deeply, held it a moment, and slowly released the air. Feeling slightly calmer, she rubbed her eyes, trying to clear the fuzziness of the things around her and return the room to its former bright state, but nothing changed. Assuming it was whatever drug they may have given her, she did her best to accept that it was normal for the moment. Glancing at the items left for her, she scooted over to them and started to nibble at the toast. The moment she swallowed, though, it felt like her stomach twisted inside of her, though not from nausea. In fact, it was like the bit of food had reminded her just how hungry she really was. The toast disappeared in an instant, washed down with juice, followed by the banana. Yet the hunger continued to gnaw at her.

Doubting she would be able to convince them to give her any more food for a while, she decided to divert her attention, think about something besides the hunger and the itching over her entire body. There was a set of clean clothes sitting there, a bit different from her plain purple t-shirt and leather jacket with jeans. They'd even been nice enough to give her fresh underwear, which was good to see considering how sweat drenched she felt. Although the fever was breaking unnaturally quickly, she was still a bit woozy, which would make it difficult to change. Then again, the difficulty would make a good distraction. Moving cautiously slow to a less conspicuous corner, out of sight of the window, she began to remove the sweaty clothes and use the t-shirt as a rag to wipe down with. She was still bound to smell of B.O., but at least she would feel a bit better. The new stuff wasn't quite sized for her it seemed, however. The wasn't quite her type but it did it's job, the sweater that reminded her a lot of her lost Zweilous was far too big, especially for being a boat-neck style, and the tights were a bit too small, making the stylistic rips a bit worse. Despite it being foreign and not exactly proper, something about the oversized sweater made her feel more secure, hugging it's warmth to her and fighting off the shivers. It was enough that she felt she could try and stand and make her way to the door. Though still week, she managed to make it there and look out at the others. She was in a new location, but she saw the face of one of the girls they had dragged away earlier. She could kind of make out the form of another person in a nearby cell, but it was strange and gaseous. But perhaps that was her still blurred eyesight.

"Hey," she spoke hoarsely, trying to draw someone's interest and perhaps start a conversation. One hand absently scratched at her midsection through the fabric of the sweater, completely unaware of the coarse fur beginning to sprout there.

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Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Nola Winchess Character Portrait: kasimir Oskar

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Alexander Ashfist & Kasimir Oskar

Alexander saw the odd woman take away Desiree ignoring him completely. Damn Afterwords Kyle was also taken, then more. Alexander sat in his cell looking it over. Well built, locked from one side, even with his training there was little to go off of to make an escape plan. So he sat there listening moans of thirst hunger, pain and fear echoed thought the halls and there was nothing that could be done about it.

Alexander Punched with wall with his good hand. "Damn it!!" he uttered under his breath. Suddenly he heard a group of foot steeps approaching, and someone humming Ode To Joy.

Kasimir was ecstatic. So many new subject have been brought to the lab as of late, so many specimen's for him to toy with. Cell block D1 is where most of the new toys had been sent. He pulled out his data slate and looked over the list of subjects and there compatibility. Many of them had most of there cells prepared already to hold to captives, despite the difficulty it took for a few of the more........tricky ones. most where having there injections done now, no way he was missing out on that.

He walked down the call black D1. He was so happy he could not hum a little song as he walked along. "Now what do we have here." He said as he entered the block. He strolled down the line of subjects hearing them moaning. "Ah I love the smell of despair" he turned to look in one of the cells. A young lady who had been injected with Minccino DNA. "Ah quite the fast adaption, quite the high compatibility ratting." he scoffed then turned to see the next test subject

He went to look at the cell across from hers and saw the young lady who had been injected with a shiny Vulpix "Well look at you" he smirked, "When i had heard that you my young dear where going to be a shiny Vulpix, i was just doing to do the operation. Sad to say our dear detector calmed you for himself, but don't fear" He said as he looked up and down her body thinking of ways he could experiment on her "We will be able to spend much time working together. " and backed away.

Though it was fun looking at the new subjects he wanted to do some work! He looked at the list prisoners when he saw something unusual. "My My." looking over at the cell that contained Alexander. The good doctor laughed. he had never seen compatibility numbers so low. normally there was a 68% chance of survival from the splicing with some higher and lower. the higher the compatibility the smother the DNA splice went and generally was less painful. Of course the truth was vice versa.

This boys closest match was a mere 7% and was from one of the more dangerous Pokemon. "This shale be fun" He said excitedly. Kasimir loved a challenge and this was a very large one. He pressed a few buttons on his data pad to get the operation room ready. He looked over to the staff that had been following him. "Restrain the subject and bring him to operating room B2" and began to walk away.

Alexander head the humming mad talk to the people in the cells next to him. He was one of the madmen who ran this crazy experiment. then he heard him order to restrain someone and his cell door begin to open. OPENING

Do to his hasty nature Alexander forgot to keep his cool head. because of this he suffered.

As the door opened and the first man walked though Alexander ran foreword and punched the closest man right between his legs. The other men taken by surprised hesitated. Alexander kicked the one on his right in the stomach sending him back on his ass. Now that Alex looked at the rest of the group he realize how badly out numbered he was. Six men stood there looking at Alex quite mad. Alex looked at them then his bad arm, then back to them. Alex tried to slowly walk back into his cell.

"Oh NO YOU DON'T" they yelled as they grabbed Alexander and threw him into the cell door across from his. Then they took him and slammed him into the cell door to the left of his and held him there as they punched him a few times and put restraints on him.

Alexander looked into the cell as his face was pressed on the window to see a very young looking lady with brown hair glasses and a ..... tail? he gave her a wink as the men finished putting restraints on him and forcefully began to drag him away to who knows where.

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Mara Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Zane Ortiga Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Athena Faust Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem Character Portrait: Nola Winchess Character Portrait: kasimir Oskar Character Portrait: Helena Rosecraft Character Portrait: Elizabeth Veleno Character Portrait: Michaela 'Mika' Kudrow Character Portrait: Michaela Kudrow Character Portrait: Joseph Time Character Portrait: Kris Booklin

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Character Portrait: Kris Booklin Kris Booklin says,
 “ *kris begins to open his eyes since the last thing he could remember is heading to a new route but then he got knocked out and the rest is a blur as be as ”

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Mara Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Zane Ortiga Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Athena Faust Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem Character Portrait: Nola Winchess Character Portrait: kasimir Oskar Character Portrait: Helena Rosecraft Character Portrait: Elizabeth Veleno Character Portrait: Michaela 'Mika' Kudrow Character Portrait: Michaela Kudrow Character Portrait: Joseph Time Character Portrait: Kris Booklin

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Character Portrait: Kris Booklin Kris Booklin says,
 “ He realizes he is in a hospital that has prison bars?* "where am I?" He wondered ”