Anxiety Trials is a Pokemon Special sandbox RP. We are a friendly, no-fuss site where you don't have to worry about posting 24/7, but when you've got the muse. We are based loosely around the Pokemon Special/Adventures manga, though set in a slightly alternate universe. If you're looking for a fun place to explore what life with Pokemon would be like, hopefully we're the place for you!
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Deep dark corridors that run along the underbelly of their base, where light was only allowed when needed, where the silence would be enough to drive a person insane, where hope was quashed and only fear could breed. A miserable place, so dry that it was suffocating. But Cashel payed no attention to those details, too used to the walk into the corridors to even bat an eye. He carried a tray with him, on top was a teapot filled with hot tea, two tea cups, sugar and a container of milk. A tad out of place, as it seemed so tame for a place of misery, but he cared not. He had helped build the place, why would he be scared?
There were bars in jail cells, much like those the police would use, and every now and then a moan could be hear from one of the cells. Cashel ignored them, they weren't his prey tonight. Instead, he headed for the very end, a door with no marks, a crude lock where it was a mere piece of steel from end to end that kept it's prisoner from escaping. But it did the job, no?
He nodded to the guard, who undid the lock for him, holding a gun in his hand and peeked in before fully opening the door. A bit of forefront aggression, nothing more, the prisoner's leg had been chained to the floor, a menacing hackle on her ankle. Course they had made it so that she couldn't escape, not without help. Her pokemon had been confiscated, hidden away in one of the higher levels, the same went with whatever she had had on her, cellphone, pokegear, everything.
Cashel took a step in, precariously making sure that the tray he brought along wouldn't simply go unbalance, and placed it on top of the table within the room. The room was small, a mere three by three square meters of space, enough to fit a bed, a small table and two chairs inside, but not much else. It looked relatively clean, walls a cream color, no window, and four fluorescent bulbs on each corner of the ceiling. Overall, well-lit and livable. He had given her a day to contemplate on her capture, a small ambush that had been planned beforehand, let her think and accept what was happening before having their talk. Just a talk. He could take things slow if he needed to, for what he wanted to happen, he was prepared.
But if she ever decided to attack him, he would show no hesitation.
He sat himself on one of the chair, gesturing her to do the same. "Tea?" He offered complacently, already pouring himself a cup.
It was strange. In a place like this, Yana half expected the walls to be dripping with slime, or at least a bit of water leaking through, but everything as completely dry, and it was strange. It had not been long, but Yana had yet to lose any sanity. The only thing that worried her, though actually made her curious more than anything, would be if Bane found a way to break through his pokeball only to find that Yana wasn’t there. The little baby never left her side, and she could imagine that it wouldn’t end the greatest when he found out what was going on. She kept herself silent though, listening to the clacking of feet against the hard floor.
Her bright hair contrasted with the gloom of the surroundings, and she ran her fingers through the locks unconsciously, brushing out any knots that accumulated within the last ten minutes of her actually letting the hair go. After the first hour, she found herself ignoring the sounds of moans and groans from the others that were trapped behind bars. She wasn’t exactly even aware why she was here in the first place, but she could bring that up later when someone visited her. Hearing the door open though, Yana allowed her chair to fall back completely on the floor, for she had been using her one foot against the nearby wall to balance herself on the back two legs of the chair.
The footsteps seemed even more daunting than before when they were in the distance, and she kept her foot against the wall as she looked over toward the male, tucking a bit of hair from her face. The room was livable, of course, but it wasn’t at all practical. The fact that she had to be escorted with her hands tied when she needed to go to the bathroom wasn’t at all pleasant, either—she was just glad that they didn’t join her in her businesses.
As the male nonchalantly offered her a cup of tea, she found herself using her foot to twist the chair toward the table, the shackle on her leg rustling and clinking together as she watched the tea pour into one of the cup. “Yes, please,” she spoke politely, brushing hair from her face again as she continued, “I think I’d rather get to the point here, though—which would be why was I brought here? Or maybe the better question would be, what do you want from me?” Her voice was calm and clean, not seeming to be the kind of person that would get into a fight as she lifted the cup of tea that was poured for her soon, taking a sip and wincing slightly from the hotness of it before putting it down to let it cool a bit.
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He kept his features blank, pouring tea into her cup as well before settling comfortably back onto his seat. He was impressed to see her still so calm, it would have been rather disdainful if she had been stretched to her seams on the first day. Though he supposed he shouldn't judge so quickly just yet, it was only the first day.
"Absolutely nothing. Except your cooperation." He said, while he poured some milk into his tea. The darker liquid quickly turned light with the mix, forming uneven changes of color in the drink. Taking one of the spoon, he stirred until the color evened out, the soft clink of metal hitting china the only other sound he made so far. He had expected the question. She was being strong, he suspected, showing no fear despite the strange situation she now found herself in. At least she was not failing when it came to his expectations.
"You are a miss Yana Glenkova, affiliated with a certain Ness Breigh." It wasn't a question. His sources had assured him that they were connected, however fleetingly it seemed to the public. "And that is why you are here. He has... Stepped into my affairs. Something I do not appreciate. And he must learn that I will not tolerate such disrespect." He spoke evenly, carrying forth a confident tone. She was a tool, to help Cashel hit the ranger, nothing more. And so it was true that for every great man there was a great woman beside him, then what better way to test the man than to place the woman in a challenge herself.
No doubt she was strong-willed, but they had days and days to break her, and with that Cashel would be patient. "But of course where are my manners. I am Cashel, and it is only upon my orders will you ever see anything outside this room. " He nodded, smirking at that. "But I won't delude you into believing that I would offer you your freedom. No. If you cooperate, I can grant you an extra day to live, and hope that a savior will come. If you cooperate, then perhaps you may see daylight once more."
He paused to take a sip of his tea, still warm and steaming, as he brought it to his lips. He focused his gold eyes on hers, a strange swirl of color on their own. "I hope you don't get any silly notions of escape. Beyond the door-" He gestured towards the locked door behind him, just as dull and blank as the rest of the room. "-You will only find yourself more lost than found."
The only thing that was really bothering her at the moment was the fact that she was separated from her pokemon. She was used to being alone because of her expedition training after she failed to defeat the elite four after becoming too cocky about her skills, but even then, she always had her pokemon by her side. She was curious as to where they were being kept, but because she hadn’t heard from Bane at all, she could only assume that they were left in their pokeballs. Nothing? Really? Besides cooperation—she assumed that it was something that she was a part of that she could possibly become some kind of interference.
Saying nothing as she watched him pour the milk into his tea, the clinking of the metal being a bit bothersome because the tone of it was a bit different than what she was used to for the past hours with the groans and footsteps. “Affiliation might be the right word,” she spoke up, then allowed him to continue. Shaking her head at his next words, she sighed and added, “Seems kind of pointless, if you ask me. Immaturity at its finest, I believe; we don’t live back in the time of kings and queens. You are angered by his actions, so you take the girl. I’d love to know if you would have taken him if I were the one messing with your affairs.”
She didn’t seem to be cooperating completely, since this whole situation seemed like nonsense to her right now, though Yana was a bit fearful that it would turn into a more serious matter than something like that. She would just need to push some buttons, and she knew this. It wouldn’t be that difficult to do, either, but she had to keep herself calm and choose words carefully. Lifting up her teacup again to take a sip, she shrugged and said, “At least I’m not being forced into slavery. Good luck handling my pokemon though. I can’t imagine someone like you being up to the task,” seeming nonchalant about it, almost mocking him in an attempt to coax them into letting the pokemon out.
Lulling her head back a bit as she set the cup back down with a little clink, “Oh, dear, I wish you could have at least brightened the room a bit. It’s so dreary.” Adjusting her head position, she found herself staring right back at him, and then spoke once more, “And Yana is the name. I’d prefer if nicknames weren’t used," seeming to completely ignore the comment about escaping.
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"He's a tad... Harder to get a hold off, so I've settled for the next best thing." He answered. Immature? Certainly not. They weren't talking about two children fighting, where one had stolen a toy and was trying to break it to spite the other. No, she wasn't a toy. She was a human being, much more complex than any other creature he would have to deal with. To break her was pointless, after all, that only mean neither of them could have her. "Oh, it all depends. Is he special to you?" A little bit of bait, a small nudge into the direction he wanted.
Resistance. As expected, he sighed at the attempted jab. "I assure you, no one will be handling your pokemon. They will remain trapped in their pokeballs so long as you are trapped in this room." For now. Their goal was her, not her pokemon. But if worse came to worst, if they had to use her pokemon against her, then Cashel wasn't one to be above doing so. Or perhaps he would hurt them one by one in front of her, whichever would get him what he wanted.
Whether remaining calm was a mere act or not, Cashel couldn't help but frown at that. He liked to see his victims squirm, try to understand what it was he was doing to them, try and anticipate what move he would do next. He liked to surprise them. But Yana... It was beginning to feel as though she would accept whatever he would throw at her and he wasn't sure how he would deal with that.
"Very well, Yana it is." He said with a small smirk. "So Yana, could you tell me where it is that Ness had gone off to months prior? "
Pulling her leg up slightly, the chain on her leg clinked and she pulled against it slightly in order to gently cross right over left, pulling her dress down slightly before looking back at him. When the question of whether or not Ness was special was brought up, Yana chuckled softly and spoke, “Well if you didn’t think he was special to me, you wouldn’t have brought me here, now would you have? But what if I said no?” The question itself seemed a bit ridiculous to her—if he wasn’t special to her, she wouldn’t really understand at all why they would kidnap her (though not like she really understands the motive of this anyway).
Yana would have to find some way to jab back at him, and she knew that—she wouldn’t just blindly sit here and comply to answering all of these questions. “Oh dear, well don’t forget that when you feed them; Ophelia is a doll, and she needs some special food and medication as well. Bane is a bit of a picky eater, so I hope no one loses a finger. And if you’re not careful, dear, Jedediah will eat all of your supplies. Nyx also needs a daily walk and Vulcan would enjoy some fighting sessions. Ah, and while you’re at it, make sure that you care for Maidani’s feet because he enjoys complaining about his aches,” she spoke up as if in a demanding tone, leaning back in her chair slightly and giving a nonchalant shrug to the man.
She knew that she had to push buttons, and feeling the chain clink against her leg again was only reassurance that she had to stay relatively calm and not give into this. She had been taken because of Ness, so they had to have some kind of a reason or motive behind it, though it wasn’t like she was normally dabbling in her boyfriend’s affairs, so she didn’t know much, only speaking honestly when she said, “Months prior. I’m not really sure, to be honest. Our affairs are usually separate for one another.”
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