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『orre's interloper』 priv. pkmn oc, magdelena 🧬🦾 reanimated by ivy. systematically selective, outside of muses based in orre or in ultraspace! 21+ only! mun operates on EST; activity can fluctuate. ask for my discord if we're mutuals. RULES || BIO [ banner credit x ]
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Composer & Lyrics: Ishikawa Chiaki
Arrangement: Masala Nishid.
mundane headcanons
🌅 morning routine
at what time do they generally wake up?
do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?
how many alarms do they need to wake up?
are they a morning person?
bathroom first or breakfast first?
do they take a shower to wake up?
coffee, tea, milk or juice?
sweet or savoury breakfast?
what do they like to have for breakfast?
do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?
do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?
🚿 personal hygiene
how often do they take a shower/bath?
shower or bath?
shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?
do they use specific perfumes?
do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?
do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?
what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?
🍕 food breaks
do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?
do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?
are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?
if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?
do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?
do they tend to have leftovers?
how often do they get fast food?
how often do they go to restaurants?
🧹 chores
are they the one doing most chores in the house?
which chore is the one they dread doing the most?
do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?
do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?
do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?
🚗 transports
do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?
do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )
do they own a car?
do they own a bike?
are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?
do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?
do they like going on trains?
do they like going on boats or ships?
do they like going on airplanes?
📱 phone
what phone do they have?
do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?
how often do they check their phone?
do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?
how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?
do they have games on their phone?
what's their background and lock-screen?
💻 social media
are they registered to any social media?
how often do they log in?
how many followers do they have?
do they follow a lot of people?
how easy is it for them to block someone online?
what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?
did they ever get in an online fight?
do you think they'd have callouts about them?
😴 sleeping routine
at what time do they tend to go to sleep?
do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?
how much does it take for them to fall asleep?
are they a light or a heavy sleeper?
do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?
do they dream often?
what kind of dreams to they tend to have?
do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?
do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?
what's their usual sleeping position?
where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?
Saya had absolutely destroyed her loaded fries - one had to wonder if she even had time to enjoy them with how quickly she ate. Her constant, arduous task of running throughout Pyrite seeking out parts and fixing up her bike, combined with her upbringing, instilled quick eating in her. Food was something she did enjoy - it was simply a matter of never knowing when you may lose your food, or if something were to happen to it. It was best to get the most out of it as quickly as you possibly could.
She exhaled through her nostrils, finally stilling her fork for a moment as she washed down some fries with her shake. It was still different to share a meal like this with someone. Especially someone she had been on less than pleasant terms with before. The trust Saya held in Magdalena was still thin, though it was a bit thicker when compared to others.
The half-finished shake was set aside, Saya digging back into her fries. She didn't like to dwell on things like that for too long.
There's a small snort from the woman, a lopsided smirk as she finishes off another bite of fries. "I hear ya. Lot o'th'gamblin' options 'round here're rigged t'high hell anyways." Not that it would be a problem for Mags, surely, but Saya was still human. She couldn't exactly beat house odds.
Her eyes trail to the flickering lights of the street, watching more drunken folk mosey by. At least they were being left alone, which was a blessing and a curse wrapped into one. Her eyes trail back to Mags', taking a page from her companion as Saya takes another long sip of her shake. Her fries are all but finished, only the crispy ends she despises remaining in the basket.
"Ha! Weed ain't th'only thing I come carryin'. But it's convenient, n' no one really stops ya fer it unless they're wantin' a hit. I swear, I've seen an entire street here become a blunt rotation." Fast food drive-throughs were also popular locations for spontaneous blunt rotations, for obvious reasons.
Saya finishes the last bit of her shake, at least trying to enjoy the final sips before the styrofoam cup was fully emptied. "Smoke n' a joyride," she leans back a bit, taking in the nighttime desert air, "yeah, that sounds real fuckin' nice. M'game. Just filled up m'bike too, so got plenty t'make it t'any bar out there we want." A neat whiskey sounded amazing to finish off her meal of the night, too.
"Bet th'bars're fuckin' crazy right now, which'll make it even better." She's already fishing in her coat pocket for her lighter and blunt. "I can light up here whenever yer ready - gonna have t'go get m'bike n' all'a that too. We can definitely finish this bad boy on th'walk t'm'garage."
"Then, it appears we have finalized our plans for the evening," her intonation slips of its roboticism, though, and the woman lets out a smoky chuckle; its pleasant, having an agreeable game plan to gun for. What little left there is of her shake is soon demolished, the crumbs and garbage and stray trash all gathered and disposed of in a proper receptacle. To add any more litter to an already-unsightly street seems outright disrespectful—after all, she's come to care for this town. "I will allow you to lead, if you would be so kind."
Not long, and the two are off and followed only by the smoke trailing from the tip of the blunt. With the night's chill, Magdelena pulls her leather jacket closer; cold was something she could tolerate, though observing human behavior led her to reflexively mimic these small nuances from time to time. That, and the hug of leather felt amazing after having had a meal.
"Might I ask," comes her voice between passes, a Kalosian exhale as she continues, "who you are planning to have represent you in the Orrean League?"
Though it may come across as business-speak, the cyborg is more curious as to how Saya's Pokemon have been faring. They are as wild as their trainer, with intense personalities to match. With all of the recent developments surrounding Saya's return, the ultrahuman is sure they've also suffered through the brunt of trauma.
"I would like to believe I have my mind settled, although I have recently added a new edition to my roster." The horror she mentions is one she'd encountered while returning through Ultraspace, during her last descent; though hellish the experience was, her new companion shares with her many striking similarities. Already, these bonds have solidified into mutual admiration between the two.
Still, she hadn't yet introduced the mechanized Mewtwo to any of her acquaintances—whenever the opportunity presents itself, she figures she will take the opportunity to do so properly. "I fear for any hopefuls who face me, regardless. Mercy will be left at the threshold, alongside their chances of victory."
The end of the blunt glows red with another drag as they slink through the seedier side streets, whispers from loiterers and bar-goers heard within earshot. Though she's feeling the euphoric high flush over her, Mag doesn't skip an opportunity to flicker her eyes in their direction; flashing with violets and reds, her cold stare is enough to cease their interests so that the two women could continue on in relative peace.
How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
Born and raised in an Ultradesert village with few resources, Magdelena made the most of her surroundings when it came to entertainment: rock collecting, star mapping, and playing board games. Upon her pilgrimage to Ultramegalopolis, she began to take interest in training Pokemon and, eventually, in battling alongside them. As survival was the theme of her early days, hobbies became a luxury until only just recently. Since acclimating in Orre, she's enjoyed learning more about robotics and mechanical engineering, as well as continuing to study and examine the night sky. When not out biking across the desert, hanging at the Arby's with one of her colleagues, or laying opponents to waste in one of the region's many coliseums, Magdelena can be found furthering her knowledge of inter-dimensional travel within her lab below Deep Colosseum. Perhaps the only commonality between her hobbies is that she enjoys indulging in activities that keep both her mind and body active.
What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?
She's made some pretty large ones, honestly, none too small. Starting as a thief in Ultramegalopolis, to becoming an assassin once landing in Orre, it is safe to say morality is not a virtue she concerns herself with. It must be noted that although she's perfectly capable of taking lives without wincing, it is not out of blood lust: simply, something that 'keeps the lights on' so to speak (she's toned that part of her life down, even, after becoming an Elite).
What’s a phrase they say a lot?
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Who would / do they believe without question?
Honestly, since being in Orre for so long, probably "f*ck" 💀
(answered here) but to add more context, after warming to her Orrean acquaintances/restoring pieces of her memory, Magdelena does show more spontaneity. Developing relationships with others has certainly influenced her behavior, as now she has people she cares for and whose well-beings she must take into account.
At this point, only her three League-mates. It took a while to get here, but she holds each of them to their words. She has no reason to believe any of them would lie to her either (considering how "outspoken" everyone is).
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Magdelena is not a very "emotional" being, for a variety of reasons but most glaringly due to having been reanimated as part-machine. Everything she does is calculated, every word and action premeditated. And though she has no memory of it, she was much similar as a child—guided by her rationale, always one to (over)think before acting on impulse. Now amplified by superhuman intellect and strength, her cautious nature has benefited her careers as an assassin and as an Elite tremendously.
( got like. 9 asks that have been gathering dust, so pls excuse the spam - gotta reboot miss thing somehow someway!! )
dark memory
“youre so mean” if you guys werent fucking stupid i wouldnt have to be mean to you. change starts with you
Elite Four Magdelena - Orre's Celestial Interloper
Metagross - WHL0137-LS
Naganadel - RX J1856.5−3754
Silvally - SDSS J102915+172927
Armored Mewtwo - BPS CS31082-0001
The chamber in which you battle Orre's renowned generalist is tricked out with wires, strange apparatuses, and fluorescent lights that still aren't enough to peel away the murky darkness of the arena. A careless misstep could end in one being electrocuted before the battle even begins.
Though the team Mags has lined-up for Colosseum battles differs largely from the one she uses at Realgam, L-S (fondly called Earendel) is still present. The silver monstrosity, much larger than Metagross found on earth, brings their brute force in full swing with a moveset strategically chosen for Elite battles: as her lead, they're capable of clearing a majority of challengers before either they or Mags breaks a sweat.
The order she utilizes her other partners depends on the challenger's initial moves, and areas she perceives to be their weak points. Magdelena focuses on diminishing her opponent's stats and utilizing status conditions to her fullest advantage, though this does not belie her nuance for meticulously-planned sweeps. She hits hard and she hits fast, oftentimes before her opponent can even see it coming.
She only carries four partners along in E4 battles, knowing full-well all four won't be needed to secure victory.
We dreamed of creating the world’s strongest Pokemon… and we succeeded.
Saya isn't sure why, but verbalizing her feelings and all she'd been through was... cathartic, in a way. It wasn't easy to speak - not on such a deep and personal subject - but she felt she owed that much to her cyborg friend. She wasn't about to apologize for disappearing, though. An explanation seemed to suffice enough for now.
"I never really had hope fer it m'self. As fucked as it sounds... would've taken some severe medical intervention with his condition." A transplant, surely, but he would have been too stubborn to go through with it. She knew how he was - it took months to wear him down an accept supplemental oxygen even. Likely due to a then 8-year old Saya footing the bill for it through her Colosseum matches.
"Was just... a matter of time in th'end. N' I guess death decided it was time fer him t'go. Least he ain't sufferin' no more." She adds, though she doesn't seem wholly accepting of it even still. If Saya could have fought death himself, she would have.
Indeed, the air of death hangs heavy in the house with the back to back losses. It permeated the living space, and the home really wasn't 'home' anymore. In Saya's absence, dust, and even dirt that found its way in through shoddy insulation and rotting windows made a subtle, thin veil over the furnishings. Saya would offer to let Mags come in, but... she wasn't sure if she wanted to be there right now either.
At the other woman's next statement, Saya couldn't help but let out a small, dry laugh. "M'just bein' dramatic, mostly. Think m'old man would kick m'ass if I died right after him." She pauses a moment, leaning against the door frame as she takes a long drag of her cigarette.
"I think... s'just easy t'fall back int' m'self destructive habits when I've got less t'lose now. Y'know? Like, it don't matter. He'd always have a cow when I'd come back home all roughed up, n' it made m'feel guilty after a while. Got better at hidin' it, but now I don't gotta do any of that shit. Think it'd be real easy t'just... burn m'self down these days." Like a star, collapsing and burning itself out in a final gambit. Her entire soul felt like a celestial body, on the cusp of going supernova.
"S'... good t'be back, mostly. Can't stand bein' in this fuckin' house fer too long. I'd invite ya in, but... don't really wanna stick around too long." Still, there's a small smile that graces Saya's face - a rarity these days. "Yeah, I missed ya too. Goin' without one o'them jamocha shakes fer a month n' a half does a number on a gal." There's a pause now, Saya's eyes glancing back into the living room.
"Wanna go fer a walk? Haven't really been feelin' th'bar scene lately, but I hate bein' home fer long. Be a good way t'catch up on whatever th'hell I've missed."
It's noted, the hesitation Saya exhibits as she mulls over whether to invite the other woman in or not. Magdelena has no concept for how tidy a human's living arrangements are expected to be, nor does dust or anything in particular register to her as 'filth'—an outlook that made settling in the abyssal spaces beneath The Under tolerable enough. Perhaps there are other sentiments causing Saya's temporizing, potentially having to do with her recent losses–
–that has to be it, how could it be anything else? Magdelena links these mentally as her eyes flicker cyan, a smile lifting from her lips in response. Despite all she's come to realize of herself, there's still much to learn about how deeply emotions can attach to the tangible.
"Your self-destruction would please far too many of those who conspire against you." Whoever these hypothetical conspirers are, she continues her attempts at making a point. "It would not seem like you to hand such satisfaction over to them, and so willfully."
It is pleasing to see Saya at least attempting to grapple with her situation by exercising a little humor, regardless of whatever inner turmoil festers beneath her exterior. Truth is fabricated by perception, Magdelena finds: one can fake being okay, long enough for it to become actuality.
She hopes that'll apply for Saya eventually, a woman whose impulses are now infamous—but also, a woman who possesses a strength in herself that even Mags is unable to comprehend. "A Jamocha shake, hmm?" she hums as they take to moving away from Saya's homestead, inching from a house still wrecked with grief and into the seedy streets of Pyrite. "Now would be as good a time as any other—I am losing my momentum from earlier today, at an increased rate..."
Dust kicks up with each step, their walk to the neon cowboy-hatted establishment already bringing with it familiarity that the cyborg has missed. The larger Donphan in the room, however, was all that's occurred during the desert rose's absence; the ultrahuman can't bring it upon herself to discuss anything personal, finding it more relevant to discuss topics they both were in the know over.
"I am sure our erythro-haired colleague has briefed you on the necessary League bulletins." After all, Magdelena is sure Alistair was among the first Saya had visited following her self-exile. "I believe construction is nearing completion on the amenities of Realgam Colosseum's summit—an arcade targeted for an adult demographic, as well as the inclusion of a combination Pizza Hut/Taco Bell."
The latter, she's particularly excited for; she hopes it'll bring a wider smile to Saya's face, as well.
It isn't long before they'd arrive and each separately place their orders. Mags is quick to pick their usual table: the view from it is notable for not having very many blind spots, allowing the women to people-watch to their hearts' contents, should they wish to. It is the very same spot they ended their former rivalry following a heated string of battles in the colosseum circuit, those many months ago.
It would seem feelings other than grief are able to latch onto places too, she muses.
dragon memory
🐜—continued.
Examining chewed-through wires, sparks spilling from them as the whir of machinery hiccups in intervals, the ultrahuman can only nod. "A majority of the laboratory will need extensive renovations," leading towards another shaft at the far reaches of Deep Colosseum, perfectly cylindrical in outline—clearly, not made in the haste or similar vein as the other tunnels dotting these murky depths below The Under.
Already occupying the furthest place beneath the roaring desert sands, Magdelena had long set her sights for lower. What with The Under's reopening—a project she'd (begrudgingly there at first) dedicated blood, sweat, and bolts to—the need to move her place of operations out of this once-prominent arena seems more time sensitive than ever.
Lovingly, she stares into that black abyss, the sounds of L-S and Hitchcock exterminating the colonies remaining in parallel tunnels reverberating upwards. "It would be what many call 'miraculous' that construction on the Abyssal Laboratory has not been halted due to these recent... inconveniences." She means both the influx of insects, as much as she does the people above.
Her head whips, irises dilating before blooming in vivid red colors as her sensors detect movement. "Elisabetta–" Not another word is needed. Snarling from somewhere unseen, the scraping of sharp claws against concrete creates suspense as heavy thuds thunder in closer; the Silvally lunges, iron jaws extending and crunching down upon the lone ant that had scurried into view.
Wrong place, wrong time.
"Do away with them, please." Exasperated in tone, Magdelena moves from the side of the shaft, her eyes soon becoming their neutral, purple hue once again. Elisabetta needs not another command—trotting with her tail-fin waving, the Synthetic Pokemon lurches back and hurls the Durant, jaws releasing them right into the vortex. Sparkling electricity dissipates their form, in a matter of seconds.
Reclining against a wall, the loudest of sighs escapes the woman at last, while her companion comes over for a scratch beneath the chin. "Could they have chosen a more inopportune time—here, amid the season our colosseum circuit reaches peak activity?"
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