#aetherpoison

Nyx was sitting outside on the balcony of the Aether Foundation that night. The air was cool, and the breeze was gentle. As she gazed out into the never ending ocean.

She seemed rigid. On edge. As if something was causing her mind to become clouded.

The woman was never good at handling emotions, and at the moment, she felt as though they were coming in on waves. Her hard exterior starting to crack under pressure.

Anxiety, Panic. It was all bubbling under the surface.

Your not good enough, you don’t belong here, their all going to die because of you, stupid girl, Someone else can protect them, You are un-needed.

The words kept rolling over in her mind, causing her pupils to shrink in size, her breathing becoming haggard, hands trembling as they gripped onto the rail.

She felt sick, nausea causing her to raise her fingers to cover her mouth.

What was triggering these feelings? Was it because she hadn’t seen Lusamine in so long? Was it because of the mistakes she had made? Possibly, It could be the lack of time she’s had, Unable to accomplish any sort of assignment. Or the lack of contact she has had with anyone in the Foundation?

Regardless of why, nothing seemed to be stopping her from falling to her knees, tears blurring her vision, Panic coming over the fact she couldn’t hold it together.

“Dear Tapu Lele…..What am I supposed to do?” Her voice cracked as she covered her face. “I can’t lead like this….How does the Dear Lady Expect me to lead when I am told I am nothing? I am so confused….I am so lost…..I need guidance.” she whispered.

“…..Help me…”

It was another night Florie spent hours trying to fall asleep, only to give up eventually. There was little point in it when she knew all it would lead to would be restlessness at best and nightmares at worst. She could go back to her office and get more work done. Or take a walk.

Aether Paradise was always quiet at night, without the busy employees and trial goers and other visitors running around the VLFS, and she liked it that way. She didn’t have many opportunities to spend time alone outside of her office, to be able to enjoy the silence without anything but the sea and occasional pokémon cries in the background. Peaceful.

This peace didn’t last long, however, as she picked up another sound. A strangely familiar voice... calling for help? She followed the sound to its source, and nothing could have prepared her for finding Lady Nyx on the ground, going through what was obviously a panic attack (Florie was way too familiar with those). Was she... crying?

Florie didn’t waste another moment as she rushed to the head enforcer’s side, freeing her comfey from her pokéball. Fey didn’t need an explanation; once she confirmed it wasn’t her trainer who was in distress, she focused entirely on Nyx, wrapping her flower tail around the woman’s hand and chirping softly.

His dress shoes clicked against the floor as he navigated the halls of the lower floors of the Aether foundation. He’s been promoted to a scientist some time back but it still felt like he was getting used to where everything was down here. Once he had arrived at the room he believed he needed, he gave a couple curt knocks before entering.

TREASURE!

“Oooh, thank you! I can always use things for work!”

Literally the second best gift, right after the hoodie.

Inventory:

Comfey themed dildo (unused)

Oversized hoodie

Pink Nectar

Red Nectar

Purple Nectar

Yellow Nectar

Fire (safely disposed of)

Bee Keychain

Bible

40 Shades of Fuchsia

“I am as well.” The woman sighed, fiddling with her gloves anxiously, even though they are still in their pristine position.

“Hopefully the elegance of the event keeps everyone in line. After all, everyone’s dresses are expensive, or they have taken great measures to ensure there is some level of illusion there. Whatever the case….. I just hope not.”

She turned and looked to the stranger next to her. “Are you at least enjoying yourself?

His lips parted in a smirk as she mentioned the expensive nature of the other occupants attire.  An excellent point, one he hadn’t considered.  what a clever ploy: make everyone dress up so they don’t try and ruin their outfits with mischief.  It helped that no one knew who anyone was, so anyone could be an Aether Enforcer.  a dangerous game of chance.

He eyed her with an incredulous glance at the last question but then refocused it out on the dance floor, taking another long sip of his wine before speaking.  He could lie... but that wasn’t his style.  “Social events are not my forte.”  he gave the slightest of shrugs, his feathered pauldrons barely fluttering with the effort.