Game RP Abused Desires (Knight of None)

"What? Can't take attention after showing off? Or maybe...I remember you." He said thoughtfully as he sauntered after her, almost with a lazy pace, his fingers plucking away. "His fingers crackled as his felt his energy building, channeling his lightning bit by bit, every chord and bass note a part of his plan.
 
She watched him approaching, a faint flush crossing her face as he spoke about remembering her, the memory of the picture she'd sent when she was still a Pidgeotto flashing up into her mind. God that had been dumb, but... she'd both been horny at the time and obsessed with his music, so she had forgiven herself. Now she just had to beat him here, and as his foot landed on the steel she suddenly dove towards him, planning her moves to hide behind the various rubble and detritus until she was perfectly placed to both dodge his attack and have it strike the metal he was stood on, to feedback to him.
 
"Yeah. I remember you now. You're the one that was dropping extra attachments in your fan mail. Right?" He said smirking as he thought on it. He scanned around seeing her flight path as he folded his arms. "You wanna send me new ones. PIdge?" He said snorted as his fingers thrusted forward, launching a Zap Cannon her way.
 
She flushed red as she dove, his words getting the exact reaction he'd want as he distracted her just enough to throw her off, so rather than using her speed to perfectly avoid the Zap Cannon, she instead started her roll too early, so where he'd aimed would instead miss the steel entirely. She still had the speed to strike him though, and she followed through with a perfect Aerial Ace across his midriff "If you win maybe" She snapped back smugly, even as she gained height again to play her elaborate keep away.
 
"Heugh!" She cried out as his hand jabbed into her, sending her tumbling from her attempt to gain height, only just avoiding a repeat of what happened against Ziggs by stretching her wings into a clumsy glide, before flapping her wings to try and rise again, each wingbeat slowing as the poison began to spread across her body and sap her strength "Fu... fuck... fuck..." She mumbled, even as she turned back to face him, pain radiating from the strike point as she tried to figure out another plan.
 
"You thought my electrifying personality was the big problem pidge? Girls always said I have a bit if a toxic edge." He sneered as he swggered forward. His fingers dripping with poison. "Now how bout you come on down here and I can make that poison feel sweeter?"
 
“Fuck… Fuck you, Asshole…” Eleanor gasped out in response, each wingbeat an obvious struggle “I’m… not that person anymore…” she continued, before diving back towards him. But rather than the outstretched wings of Aerial Ace, she kept her body tight in a Brave Bird, trusting the speed of the dive alongside the impact on him to keep her safe.
 
As she came in close, he scoffed as she unleashed hee Brave Bird, hervwings and strikes pelting towards on, but that goddamned look in his eye didn't even change. It didn't even look smug, his hands tore down the strings, crisscrossing a swift riff as his lightning Arced off his body, unleashed Discharge, a explosion burst of raw electricity.
 
She didn't even slow down in the face of his Discharge, her speed taking her through it before it could truly strike with its full force, her body slamming into him with full power, enough to knock him from his feet, but with the recoil she'd feel in return, she'd tumble to a halt shortly after striking, her body sprawled out over the steel flooring, her top riding up enough for him to see the familiar logo of his band across her stomach.
 
He laid there for a moment, the ref about to count for them both, but paused, realizing that Tox wasn't 'Out'.. His arms tucked behind his head as if he was lazing about on the floor for an album as he was looking at Eleanor. "Aw ain't thar cute, you still even got the Tatt. " He said as he rolled over to his feet, dusting himself off, her brave bird had left a purple mark on his lightning infused skin, clearly a nasty bruise, but he wasn't gonna cry on it.
 
Eleanor groaned weakly as her body strained from both her own recoil and the poison still coursing through her body as she tried to push her arms under her body to regain her footing, her face flushing with a mixture of red and purple from his poisons in her body as her attempts to stand only ended with her falling back to the ground, the referees count easily reaching ten and handing the battle straight to Tox. But there were still the judges votes to go yet...
 
The crowds hushed as the judges came up on stage for declarations. Tox sauntering iver to her, and grabbing her...a bit firmly, by her hair and then under her arm to pull her up to her feet rather than any sportsmanship show like Ziggs. "The judges have made their decision." Gen said as he stepped up again, looking at the cards in his hand.

"From Iggy, Eleanor, you got a 4. You stood up to your biggest threat. Tox, you got a 3. From Shea, Eleanor you earned at 2. Guess for getting riled up on your plan. Tox, you got a 3, for getting in her head like that. From Prim....hm. Eleanor you got a 2....but Tox has a 4 with little hearts." Gen looked over at Prim covered her face while peeking out at Tox. The Punk snorts and give her a head nod. "Thanks Pinky."

Prim's face cooked into a nice red color. "Biases aside. .let's see what the fans have to say about this first.." Gen solidered on with a roll of his eyes
 
Eleanor winced as she was dragged to her feet by Tox, whimpering softly until he switched to holding her up by her arm instead, his grip having to remain due to her woozy state, his poison still very much present in her system as she looked across to the Judges, listening to the speech about the scores, her mind struggling to count up the numbers... "4...2...2... 8?" She mumbled, swaying slightly as she did so, her mind catching onto the bias' shown by Prim even as Tox took it in his stride, her eyes sliding blearily over to the main screen where the fan vote was ticking up, staying reasonably close, ending with a surprising 49/51 split in Tox's favour, the last factor being Gen himself, and his final casting vote to decide the victor.
 
Tox leered at Gen, as Gen slid his card around, folding them up. "For the rule of Cool third place spot..." the Grenninja, threw the shuriken forward, Tox shifting his head to avoid it touching him. The paper slicing through the steel in the floor in to sparking bits. "Hmph. Tox with 5. Elenaor with 3." Gen said
 
Eleanor's head drooped as she heard confirmation of her loss, her struggle to stay conscious finally coming to an end as she passed out onto Tox's shoulder, sliding down and falling to the floor if he didn't stop her. But still, he'd won, and she had earlier said something about giving him another bit of 'fan mail' if he won...
 
As she blacked out, Tox looked over at her, his grip on her the only thing holding her up. Tox didn't even bother with a speech or mincing words, he just sauntered off stage with her to go drop her off in the medical check up station. Though he didn't abandon her, he waited around by the door on the bench, letting the nurses drain the poison.
 
The Nurse put her hand on her shoulder and pulled Eleanor back down. "Take it easy, you have to stay until the Drip is done. It'll be a while longer. After that. I'll write your check out." She sighed as she stood up. "You have a visitor, so just relax." She added as she moved to the door abd opened it up.
 
"Didn't know it was acceptable behaviour to mention stuff like what you were saying in there... But apparently that's fucking smart, according to the judge, so yes. I'll fucking pout if I want to." She turned her head away as he propped his feet up on the bed, her body moving enough to show him the tat on her belly again. And now he had more time to study it, he'd recognise the fact that not only was it from his band, but it was from their first album. Specifically, one of the special edition versions.
 
He smirked. "If I gave a fuck about censors and rules, I'd have a hard time on the records. Hell, You got a limited edition Logo stamped on your belly. And Toxic Kiss only shipped out like 25 of those editions worldwide because we're that new.." He said as he put his hand on his chin. "You got to get in a fight with a Rockstar and all you care about is if you get a gold star?"
 
"Hmph..." She huffed again, still looking away as he talked about the fact she had the limited edition logo for her Tattoo, even as he continued to speak. When he finished with his question she turned her head back, deliberately making sure her shirt covered her belly again "Oh fuck you. I got into a fight with a Regional Champion the round before that and I only lost there because his fucking fanboys tilted the vote. I'm surprised I even stayed close to you with the fans you must have." She snapped back, raising a hand and flipping him off as she did so "So yeah, I care if I got a 'gold star', because unlike you two assholes, Contests are my way to fame. I'm not some battler who got carried to the win by Boone of all people, and I'm not some already famous Rockstar who can walk away from this without a fucking care because you can sing and play a fucking guitar."
 
He laughed and nodded his head. "I'm famous enough huh? I'm charting enough, but I still gotta remind people I'm out here to sell the albums" He pushed himself forward. "You can either claim yiur fame or let it claim you." He said shrugging. "And right now Pidge, it's got you in a leash." He said tossing the bronze ribbon on the bed. "Keep the ribbon, frame it, wear it, pawn it. "
 
She stared at the ribbon as he tossed it, taking a moment to process what he was doing, before immediately throwing it back at him "Fuck off with your pity bullshit!" She hissed, watching it sail to bounce off his chest "You won the damn thing, you keep it... I'm not taking something I didn't win..." She continued on "And my name isn't Pidge... It's Eleanor. Maybe try using it." She crossed her arms, shaking her head "Maybe... Maybe I'm not cut out for contests... I won a few in Hoenn, but... I get too stressed out and snap like this... from a small, tiny... thing. Then Poof. I lose again. I get angrier. I make more mistakes..." Then a thought crossed her mind, and he'd see her bite her lip, reaching towards the bottom of her shirt "That's not the only ink I've got. I got most of them after evolving, but... the artwork was the day I got the album, after I'd sent you that fanmail..."
 
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