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Closed Undella Bay RP blog for Salon Maiden Anabel.

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this never ending déjà vu || Norman & Anabel

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When he was up close, he could see that she looked… a bit familiar? Not in the sense that he had met her before and just recalling it now familiar. It was more like, he thinks he once saw her face somewhere but that particular memory remained out of his grasp. Nonetheless, she wore a small smile on her lips, looking a tad uncomfortable? Or maybe he was just seeing things. Was approaching her a mistake?

"Y-yes I have," Anabel agreed, the haste with which she answered painting the tone of her voice all the more tense. "Your face and name aren't too uncommon on Hoenn news, so I threw it out casually..." She kept shuffling, trying to squirm away from the conversation inch by inch. "I'm very sorry, but I'm quite positive we've never met in person."

Though rather short, Anabel was more than willing to leave it on that note. The edges of her suppressed memories, dulled at first, were growing painfully sharper the longer she spent standing in front of this man.

Just as she was about to leave, however, a digital slideshow ad popped up on a nearby jumbotron. It showcased each Battle Facility in the Battle Frontier, along with a face shot of its respective Brain on the side. She'd have dove into the crowd on the spot, had it not been for its futility; as the head Brain, her image and facility were the first to be shown.

Worst of all was the speed with which the ad came and went. It was just a short little blurb of a slideshow, shown every couple minutes, yet it just had to pick this minute to come and ruin her day. It was too big of a thing for either of them to miss at their angle--so all of that motivation she had to flee drained right out of her face in moments.

A silent sigh slipped through her nose during a short pause, shooting a last, quick, and resentful glance up at the jumbotron before returning her attention to Norman. The awkwardness was so crushing, now, she couldn't find a single thing to say. Her ‘smile’, though nothing but a faint facade now, was still struggling to cling to her face, frozen.

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Declassified//Anabel & Looker

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              He is trembling.

              Through the sheets of cold rain, the anxiety consuming his core and fingertips, Looker is trembling. He is cursing under his breath, mind conjuring infinite possibilities as to what exactly happened here. As he moves through the mountain pass, Looker observes jaded gouges in the formations, streams of black painted on the earth and on nearby boulders.

              Celesteela – he can tell by the markings, the scent of gasoline that still hangs in the air despite the fresh rain from the heavens. One of the more dangerous Beasts to encounter due to the amount of flame produced from its rocket thrusting.

              Think.               The noise from battle died only minutes ago. That leaves only two real options out of the many.

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Someone was here.

Her eyes were closed, and she was halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness, but there was no mistaking a pair of icy fingers touched her neck. It made her chest squeeze at her fluttering heart, urging her to move, to do something. The most her body did in response, though, as much as some fragment of herself urged for more, was send a panicked chill down her spine. An unknown, unseen ocean of force felt like it was bearing down on her, as if pushing her farther and farther away from awareness. It was so tiresome to fight it, just to manage something less than a twitch of a finger, and everything was growing more quiet by the moment.

Then, suddenly, a familiar voice began screaming.

It sounded sad, and concerned, and she almost wanted to reach out to comfort it at first, but then...

...it gave her a delayed, bone-chilling jolt of panic.

"No...!" She meant to scream it. Scream it at the top of her lungs. Run as far from the touch of that voice's fingers as she could. In this state though, all that her body could manage was a weak cry and a lame hand pushing itself so gently into the voice's chest that it would barely leave an indent in the folds of their clothes. Her eyes had been forced open, but only barely, and her vision was a blurry mess of dark, indiscernible masses of colors.

"Away...no...sta'way'...no...no..." Her words slurred together into some soup of ramblings, repeating endlessly as she desperately tried to roll herself into a standing position. Every movement, even a twitch, stung and burned terribly. Every few seconds, she would forget why, then she would remember again, then forget, then remember...

It quickly made her forget where exactly she was, and what exactly just happened, but still she writhed and struggled.

"hate...me...ki'...me...no...no...no..." Urged on by the terrifying, bitterly familiar voice in her head, she continued to protest. "a'wy...a'wy...a'wy...no...go...a'wy..."

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this never ending déjà vu || Norman & Anabel

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Walking around like this turned out to be a bit of an enjoyable experience. Norman went straight to the Battle Tower upon arrival, so he still had plenty to see. It was an impressive feat of engineering, honestly. The longer he took in the sights, the more he came to realize just how unique each building was. A true case of what it said on the tin. For example, the Battle Pyramid was shaped like a pyramid, a massive one at that.

After about the third side-glance from Norman, the realization of what Anabel had been doing this whole time finally smacked her awake from her trance. Mortification kept her rooted in the spot, but she at least pulled her gaze away from her clueless victim. Despite it probably being best to make herself scarce now, she instead was locked in a mental battle with herself. Precious minutes were wasted trying to convince herself that no, she did not just stare at a man for several minutes straight - a man who most certainly has no idea who she is.

In fact, despite her fractured memories telling her otherwise, she doesn't know who this man is either.

...And said man is now walking towards her.

Finally, the realization she should have been running away this whole time dawned on her, but it came far too late. By the time she started scanning for the best route to escape from what surely was going to be the most awkward conversation of her life yet, Norman, this 'other' Norman she should know nothing about, was mere steps away from her. The moment he opened his mouth, Anabel knew she was trapped. This was happening now.

"O-oh...was I?" Anabel had her generic worker smile, though smaller than usual, slapped on her face, keeping her voice quiet in some silly hope she could shrink away. Inside, however, she was screaming every letter of her self-berating rant.

"I...tend to, 'space out' sometimes, and my focus will just fall in whatever direction I was facing beforehand, so..." This was the best excuse she could come up with in such limited time, but it was reasonable, right? He'd buy it, right? He'd let her leave now, right? She'd already started shuffling every so often, a small signal she was ready to finish the conversation and leave.

"...My apologies, though, Norman, I--"

"--Norman?"

For just a sliver of a second, she stopped talking. It would sound like a normal pause to anyone else, but for Anabel, it felt like a solid hour of awkwardness and dread.

"Did I really just call him Norman--aloud?!"

Unlike her last 'space trip', she realized she had to finish the sentence now, or risk making herself look even more obvious.

"--I didn't mean to stare..." Miraculously, she’d kept her posture and smile intact, but a stiff breeze could knock her over right now.

How many years was she in Interpol now again?

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this never ending déjà vu || Norman & Anabel

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Norman had heard the rumors, but it was only after he received a flyer mixed in with the mail that he really paid attention. After sifting through the bills and regular letters, he grabbed the flyer and took a seat, reading through the info plastered on it. The Battle Frontier, a place where one could have legendary battles against seven Battle Frontiers that act as the goal to reach within various unique arenas scattered throughout the island.

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"Huh?"

Anabel refreshed the records page with a light tap on the touch screen of the Tower computer, hoping what she saw was a mistake. Once the page reloaded with the same statistics, she moved to the Trainer ID.

"Norman Brooks..." She mouthed the name silently, scrutinizing each letter. Then, she finally returned to his win record.

"Only 4 out of 5 successful runs...?"  He was just at the end of his 5th run when he lost to the 6th opponent, one successful battle shy of earning the right to face the Brain. One successful battle short of Anabel's first battle as the new Salon Maiden of Hoenn's Battle Frontier...

...Technically.

It was only technically her first battle as a Brain--in this alternate dimension she'd found herself trapped in. For years, she scanned Hoenn's skylines, trying to find this 'Tower' she remembered being assigned to protect. If she had been asked to describe it, she wouldn't have been able to, yet she had this powerful and lingering web of emotions attached to it. If she were to ever find it again, she'd know.

And, once she set her eyes on the newly minted Hoenn Battle Tower, she knew. It was like a key sliding snugly into a lock, opening it ever so softly and naturally. No immediate memories in particular sprung forth, not even now, but the feeling of nostalgia was so overwhelming. A strong sense of conviction brewing in her just made her absolutely know, in her heart...

...this place was hers.

It was this same overpowering sensation of nostalgia that came over her when she read the name of this challenger.

"Norman Brooks..." Some sound slipped out of her mouth this time, as if trying to build herself up to that overflowing sense of confidence again, but something didn't quite fit this time. There was an unusual notch in this key that didn't want to fit.

The records screen stared back at her blankly, teasing her about her fragmented memories. Anabel stared back, adamant defiance slowly beginning to cement a small, stern frown. Then, out of the long silence of her private room, her PokeNav beeped loudly. It was her lunch break, she realized, checking the clock with a disinterested flick of her thumb.

She wasn't hungry at all right now, but...

The records board got a quick side-eye from Anabel, remaining unphased by the Brain's sharp gaze. Then, her expression finally broke, softening slightly. "Maybe 5 minutes will help clear my head..."

If and when Interpol finally decides to have her head, she wondered if those would be her 'famous last words'. Always, it seemed that she would say that when she was too frustrated or hit a wall regarding her private research. 5 minutes would then become 5 hours, then days, weeks, months, years...

But would she ever call it defeat?

Absolutely not.

Even now, as she leaned back against the edge of the wall of a rest stop entrance, sipping on the air inbetween the ice cubes of her empty drink cup, she refused to say she'd given up on that man's identity. Wearing her Maiden clothes in a side bag slung across her shoulder, Anabel's casual sport sweats obscured her identity well enough that people left her alone while she stewed. Usually, counting the heads of bystanders, listening to their tales of glory and failure, was enough of an unrelated 'busy task' to comfortably tell herself she'd won against whatever 'thing' she was 'fighting' against. For today, though, it wasn't doing it, and she didn't know why until she glanced down at her Poke Ball belt.

She felt cheated, she realized. For some reason, even though others had come that close and lost this past month, this time felt different. She was supposed to be battling that man right now, not people watching! Anything more specific than that was out of her reach of understanding, but she knew she was right! That man was supposed to be different!

It ruffled her feathers, forcing her to push up against the wall harder and bite on the edge of her straw as she tried to smooth herself over. When she began to notice her finger subconsciously tapping on the wall, though, she pushed herself upright again. Her lunch break was probably over soon, right?

She decided right there that it was, turning to put the empty drink in the trash bin and head back to the Tower. Then, in the distance, a certain face in the crowd snatched her attention up as she'd glanced back one last time.

"Ah..." There was absolutely nothing unique about the man's appearance; he blended into the crowd perfectly fine, yet he was somehow unmistakable.

"Norman...Brooks..." Memories, all in scattered fragments, began to flood in at a disjointed but steady rate. In amongst them all, she caught snippets of a battle with the man and his Slaking--faint excitement bubbling up from the crevices of her thoughts.

Fully taken in by her brief, scattered series of flashbacks, she had lost all awareness of anyone else around her. Normally, in such a huge, bustling crowd, she could get away with spacing out like this, but this was different.

After all, it was quite hard to stay unnoticed when you were boring holes into the back of a man's head with your staring.

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Acceptable Losses | Green & Anabel

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Yeah, he pretty much knew in this day and age that his prospects of research were gonna kill him one day. He… pretty much knew. It was a dangerous business — even something as sweet and simple as research of all the damned things; but then again, it was his everyday hobby; it was his everyday life — going about the thick, tall grass and going up to par with whatever creature he’d find there. And it wasn’t just grass, either; no, that was the easy stuff; that was the stuff where, yeah, sure, a Skarmory or something could come springing out to say hello to you — or if you were unfortunate enough to find yourself in Unova’s Double Grass, then maybe even a Metagross or two if you were really unlucky, or having a really bad time (or, hell, if you just really wanted to wrangle with a fucking Metagross; more power to you). 

But it was the cave systems, the underwater where things really got fun. That’s where you’d encounter just about three Steelixes at once whose versions of hello were wrapping themselves around you, ready to squeeze the life out of you. And, yeah, for some reason, Legendaries of all things liked to hang around dark, deep areas — where nobody could find them, go figure. That’s where the real fun stuff happened — where you’d have to pack strong enough Pokemon, or enough Repels, or enough holy items to pray to whatever god you’d wish that you’d be able to get the hell out of your present situation to safety soon enough. 

Caves… yeah, caves; they were relentless, unforgiving sons of bitches where there was no safety net and no places to heal and where nobody would hear you screaming to your mama when things got tough, or even borderline deadly.

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So, this was it, then...

Her last mission was to be the ceremonial execution she always expected it to be.

The 'mission' itself was preposterous from the outset, full of red flags and obvious, shoddily done 'reports' on the 'new' Ultra Beast sightings. All the faces in the room at the mission-briefing remained solemn, indifferent to whatever question or expression Anabel had. After just two questions, which were answered in the vaguest ways possible, Anabel knew for sure what they had planned for her deep in this cave. After the initial description, of course, immediately came the reassurances. The false words of encouragement. The promise that they would 'never send their Chief in alone'.

Their body language didn't even match their words. They weren't even trying to make it match. Should Anabel have spoken up there, it would have done nothing but ensure her a speedier death for 'having access to information above her clearance level'. Should she have left, they'd have declared her AWOL and killed her then. Should she have fought, she'd have been hunted down even more harshly in return.

The suits in the room knew she was pinned. She knew she was. There were no real secrets between the two sides as each lied their tongues off. The men were all just in a hurry that day and couldn't be bothered to go over the limit. So, with her 'mission' 'accepted', all that was left was to march herself to her doom.

The minute she went in the cave, the radio correspondence with her 'backup' was cut. If she had tried to exit the cave, there was sure to be some kind of death trap waiting for her. She delved deeper into the cave like a good little stooge, though, Pokemon already summoned, keeping an attentive eye out for the first UB she would find here. If anything, she at least hoped she could somehow keep a few UB's out of this mess. Who knew what awaited them if Interpol got their hands on them again.

Unfortunately for her, though, she would have no such luck.

In all her years of dealing with UB's, the speed and absolute savagery with which these ones charged at her was downright surreal. The first one she encountered not only managed to backhand her into the jagged cave wall, but it also was unable to be caught. It all pointed to Interpol's work, tampering with existing UB's they had to rile them up so much that they'd tear apart anything that stepped into their path.

Within an hour, most of her standard team was KO'd or close to it, and any UB's she'd managed to KO herself were already beginning to recover enough strength to resume their hunt. Anabel herself was rather worse for wear, too. Her clothes were shredded from being dragged all over the cave and along the UB's rough bodies, and plenty of cuts and bruises could be seen peeking out from under there.

Still, she didn't lose composure, simply picking up her next Poke Ball and sending it out. Disillusionment was effective numbing agent; it had kept her mostly calm and logical throughout this whole journey of discovery of hers, and now was no different. In the end, she found some contentment in the hope that, after this is done, the UB's most likely wouldn't get the chance to leave the cave and attack society.

Instead, society found its way to her.

"What...?!" Anabel gasped breathlessly, turning towards the sound of what seemed to be shouting. Human shouting. She had to squint, but in the dark edges of the cave, Anabel spotted a familiar-looking man commanding a Mega Charizard. "How could a civilian--"

A swift claw of the Guzzlord she was fighting swiped right past her face. Anabel had seen it out of the corner of her eye just in time--leaving her with none leftover to dodge the tail swipe. Dazed and now nursing a deep abdominal wound, Anabel couldn't help but take her time staggering to her feet. She had, in all honesty, expected that to be the moment where Guzzlord would have swallowed her whole.

Instead, she found it to have been finally pulled away from her and Salamence's attention...by that man and his Charizard. Now, it was entirely focused on them, attacking the duo just as furiously as it did them...

And she could spy the shadows of several more UB's coming their way. Drawn by either her 'smell' or the noise, it didn't matter. All that mattered to Anabel at the moment was that now, a civilian had found its way into what was essentially supposed to be her gallows.

"No..." She clutched at her wound, keeping her stuck to a slower pace. "I didn't mean for this to happen...The whole point of this was to make sure nobody else was held hostage...--!!"

Suddenly, a Pheromosa blurred behind her, ready to ram its claw through her open spot on her abdomen. Salamence acted quicker, though, shielding his Trainer but fainting in the process. Anabel only had enough time to recall Salamence, forced to eat the edge of a ground slam by an arriving Buzzwole.

"I...," she began wearily, stumbling back to her feet as the UB's began to surround her. The civilian was surrounded as well, the tension in the air rising with each new UB that stumbles in. The sight can barely be seen save for sources of light like the Charizard's tail, but the cacophony of noise could surely be heard for miles.

All the UB's were screeching like she'd never heard. It was agony. They were in agony. She was in agony. Confused, enraged, scared, they were all crying out. She wanted to cry out with them. But she could do nothing but listen to their wails, which reverberated with her own feelings she had been repressing for so long, until...

Something snapped.

She threw out another Ball, this time with renewed vigor. Latios sprung forth from the Ball, and, seeing his Trainer's hardened gaze, straightened himself as well.

"I have had enough."

She tapped only briefly on her Mega Stone, stunning the UB's momentarily with its light. A single small tear flew past her cheek as she took a commanding step forward. Then, snapping her fingers just once, Mega Latios and Anabel began to cut a path of swift but devastating carnage through the frenzied horde.

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Declassified//Anabel & Looker

Anabel muffled a raspy cough with her arm, trying to keep her heavy breaths as quiet as possible. The never-ending deluge of rain helped to drown out her noise, but she knew it would only delay her discovery. Pressing herself against the side of the mountain’s rock face with her Raikou beside her, the two lied in wait. Eventually, the sound of distant, roaring rockets finally reached her ears.

She exchanged nods with Raikou and quietly reached into her pocket for a Beast Ball, but a sudden bout of vertigo forced her hand away and back to her face. Stars flew across her eyes as her head struggled to remember how to balance herself, taking an accidental step onto air. Drunken fumbling with the rain-soaked rock behind her proved useless; she could only sit and watch herself tumble down the side of the mountain in slow motion, hands still reaching out in vain for something to grip.

High-pitched ringing was the only thing she could hear when she woke from her blackout; it even trumped the sound of the thrusters growing very near now. Had she not been facing the sky when she opened her eyes, she would not have ever noticed the Celesteela directly swooping down towards her. She luckily had enough time to roll out of the way of the UB’s certainly deadly slam, but it wasn’t enough to escape its shockwave. The resulting crater kept her trapped in close proximity to the UB, and the debris that had gone flying in every direction ensured she was too hurt to dodge whatever it was going to do next.

Her hoarse cries for Raikou went unanswered, and she soon spotted him unconscious in a nearby patch of grass. Gritting her teeth, she turned back towards the Celesteela just in time to see it lower its head in preparation for a Skull Bash. Lingering disorientation clouded her coordination, keeping her from getting a secure grip around the Beast Ball she was desperately trying to fish from her pocket. She kept looking back at the UB as it built up its power, fear silently building inside her as her available reaction time dwindled to seconds.

Instinct was about to force her eyes shut when she sensed she had run out of time, but instead of attacking, sparks flew off the Celesteela. It faltered for a second and lifted its head as it tried to shake off the paralysis, giving Anabel just enough precious moments to grab the Beast Ball and throw it. Apprehension kept her rooted in place as she sat upright, silently counting the shakes. Enough of her hearing had returned that she could listen for the resounding ‘click’ of a successful capture, and she held her breath until she heard it. Only once she was certain it was caught did she dare to move, or rather, stumble, towards the Ball to send it off to the PC. Turning back towards Raikou, she forced herself up and limped over to return it to its own Poke Ball.

Her hands were unsteady and constantly shaking, she noticed, barely able to keep Raikou’s Ball in her hand as she put it back on her belt. Her legs were just as bad, and she noticed several pieces of debris stuck in the numerous cuts she got from her fall. She fell back against the rock face of the mountain with a sigh, sliding down to the soaked ground to try and pull some of it out. Between her inability to see less than 3 of anything and her new splitting headache, though, she couldn’t even wipe the blood off her face. Once the last of her patience was spent, she simply closed her eyes and hoped the rain would take some of the sting off for now.

She didn’t care if someone came across her now; she was too tired to care…

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((Aaalrighty let’s try this girl again. If you wanna plot with her, pls like this or shoot me an IM or DM me on Discord. I also have this open here. Current cap is same as Will’s, which is 3 total, but since I have one person who wants to resume a thread, I have 2 open thread slots rn.))

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🎧 for anabel!

🎧 A song that I think suits my muse

All Alone - Eiko Shimamiya

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🎼 (Will!)

((The icon you put is for a song that I think suits your muse, but judging by you mentioning Will there I assume you meant the headphones so that’s what I’ll be going with ^^; ))

🎧 A song that I think suits my muse

Beneath the Mask (Rain version) - Persona 5 OST

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🎧 A song I think fits my muse

The Lost One’s Weeping - Vocaloid ((Ty!))

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🎧 for anabel please

🎧 A song that I think suits my muse

ECHO - Vocaloid ((Warning, vid gets trippy))

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A song that you think fits Will and Lance's relationship!

This is actually the first thing that jumped into my mind LMAO

((BUT ANYWAYS so many aspects to their relationship makes me unable to pick one to sum it up SO I’ll limit myself to three lol))

Count on Me - Bruno Mars

Best Friend - Foster the People

Be My Escape - Relient K

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🎧 for will !

🎧 A song I think suits my muse

Life Will Change - Persona 5 OST

((Stupid Tumblr won’t let me tag so ty!))

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music meme !

send me one of the following and i’ll tell you:

🎧 ; a song that i think suits my muse 🎼 ; a song that i think suits your muse 💿 ; a song that i think describes our muses’ relationship

send me one of the following and tell me:

🎤 ; a song that you think suits my muse 📼 ; a song that you think describes our muses’ relationship

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Anabel

I owe: Tracey, Solana, Green

I am owed: ~

I am plotting with: ~

Available opens: Soaring, Declassified

Will

I owe: ~

I am owed: Lance, Clara

I am plotting with: ~

Available opens: ~

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hey anabel do you wanna ENGAGE IN COMBAT (whichever one you want is find i don't care i don't fucking care i just wanna f i g h t) - green

“Oh, ok. I look forward to it.“

-Anabel

((She’s not much for words when it comes to battling lmao))