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RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Lord Windos - 10-16-2016
She looks simultaneously cute and inapproachable. Wow, I did not think that was possible.... I have to say that I like quite a bit~!
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - PhantomUnderYourDesk - 10-16-2016
(Aww... you made her hide her slight blush due to your words behind a book. Inapproachable...)
As mentioned earlier, Lucille soon felt better and got back some of her calm attitude. She still was somehow instable (current comparison isotope: Tritium), but she definitely made efforts. Just in case, she got herself a prescription for emergency medication, wouldn’t be that well if she’d suffer more emotional or nervous breakdowns… never thought it would be necessary though, but it’s for good’s sake, so…
*inserting a normal afternoon at their home, or rather that’s what considered normal at the moment*:
“After all,” she thought as she took a break from work and simply watched her faithful Nucleon peacefully sleeping there in the yard alongside her son’s green Espeon - aww, that cute Nucleon! A positive relict from her mindless CURIE-alter-ego - , “… some people still see me as a dangerous maniac with a liking for nuclear power, huh? Well…“ Her thoughts wandered to her held grudge against that other scientist who clearly offended her on that one evening… damn, if she only could remember a face to it… She took a deep breath in frustration and ran a hand through her dark-turquoise shoulder-length hair sticking out in many directions. “Leave it that way, if you start making efforts to change that point of view, it’ll probably get worse…” she said more to herself, and ended that thought with a dram of black candied coffee. (Man, she really liked that stuff lately…) If they restrain to see that she was no harm at all, to noone, as long as you leave her at peace, it wasn’t her business, and her time was too precious to deal with such people or trying to prove anything. Thank Arceus that the facility she found work at was totally neutral in that point and ensured to provide her (safe) research projects.
No, Lucille had her own way to cope with problems like a shattered reputation, other people may label it as “unsuitable”, but she honestly didn’t care. All she wanted was to continue a life together with her husband and son, and find some personal satisfaction in her research projects. It may be foolish to think that she’ll get her “old life” back – but who stated that she tried to “get her old life back”? Noone. In fact, she knew very well that the time before Epsilon was gone with the wind. What an untroubled time that was… but like a river keeps flowing, so does time, and with that comes an uncertain future… wasn’t it amazing and terrifying the same time that a small action/decision considered unimportant may change so much on a way yet-to-walk? Go on and call Lucille sentimental, but she is well aware that her further actions starting from that point weren’t the best… if it came to scientific issues/decisions, she could be quite impulsive… on the other hand, what would have happened if she’d made a different choice back then? …. Ah, she didn’t want to think about that anymore. Not now. Drinking more coffee, instead.
What was left for now was making up for the grief she caused her loved ones, and, as I said, offer them the love they’ve missed. Maybe it wasn’t visible in the first place, but she highly appreciated that Kellyn and Vitor forgave and supported her, as uncommon as their decision may sound for anyone else.
Days came and went, and nothing really happened. Only Kellyn sensed that there was something going on. Sure, he was happy how things worked out now, but deep inside him he didn’t trust that peace. It wasn’t like he showed that on the outside, no – he definitely didn’t want to worry anyone. He rather chose to keep that for himself and behave like usual. That meant to continue being a protective and affectionate man for his wife and his son, and being the heroic Ranger that he was known for far-reachingly…
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Lord Windos - 10-16-2016
"Your quite right, Lucille, but unfortunately, no matter how you wish it to be so, you can not have the peaceful life you so crave,"
Then, before the nuclear bitch could react, the intruder slams a rag over her face, and pins her body against her with his other arm. Struggle as she might, there is no hope for the *Censored...* getting out of his grasp; his travels across Tandor did not leave him with noodle arms. Slowly, her resistance waned, until it completely ceased, and she went slack in his hold. Despite how archaic it is, good old Chlorofoam gets the job done.
"You could say that I can't PASS OUT on it in my kidnapping attempt," he said, chuckling to himself, both from his pun and how everything was going perfect. Blithe (His Alakazam) already knocked out both Eeveelutions with Hypnosis, with the cowardous maniac none the wiser. Quite clever of him, teaching his Pokémon how to subtly use their powers so that none may be the wiser to their use. Came in handy before, and will continue being useful for a long time if he is still willing to engage in his.... illicit activities. He doesn't make a habit of doing this sort of thing (especially when it involves his Pokémon), but this woman has gone without punishment for far too long, especially given her attitude. 'She'll learn her lessons, and be judged for them. How hard they will be is up to her...' he grimly though, a smile crossing his face as he though of what consuling techniques he has planned for her.
"I'm sure you'll appreciate the effort I have gone through, setting up our one on one session. After all, it is not only good for many people, but its a great learning experience for you as well...! Just rest easy for now, your activity will soon begin," he said, with a devilish smirk crossing his face. With Vitor still at the Sinnoh Breeder's convention, and Kellyn halfway across the region tied up in the commotion Don is causing, the time is ripe for the empathetic asshole's judgement. Given all the time, though, and preparation he has went through to get his.... therapy session constructed, he sure hope she'll react positively to it. Or not; after all, he would enjoy another round of banter with her. She seemed to react so favorably the last time....
Blithe appeared out of thin air, carrying CURIE's and Lucille's old pet Nucleon. Blithe clearly looked uncomfortable with the whole kidnapping attempt, but they will faithfully follow his judgement if it means that The Enemy will finally get want is due to her. Neither they nor their master does not like what he was going to do with Nucleon, per say, but it is necessary to get for his interrogation and assault on Lucille. She would not react the same way if another Pokémon was used, unfortunately. They also alter Espeon's memory so that they recall that Lucille went out on a walk with Nucleon, so as not for it to trigger any alarms to early. It hates to alter another's memories so wantonly, but it is for the best.
Blithe nodded to him, walk over to where he was standing and holding Lucille, and placed their hand on his back. With cold eyes and that despicable grin still on his face, he said "Take us to the Education Center." Blithe closed their eyes, and they were wisked off to the location.
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They appear suddenly, in a small dark room. In the center back of it, they was a curious chair, with many restraints festooned about it. He carried the bitch over to it, and quickly strapted her down to it, taking his time to make sure that she was not going to budge until he want her to. He had Blithe on hand just in case, but he does not want to use them unless absolutely necessary. They have already darkened enough of their soul for him, so why steep it in any more blackness than required? After he secured and methodically tested the strength of the bindings, he went over and took the Nucleon from Blithe. It was quite peacefully asleep, completely oblivious to what its ultimate fate might be.
'Blame the master, not their servent, so they say. Sadly not the case here, unfortunately,' he thought, grimacing of what the pet will be subjected to. If everything turns out as he expects, it will not even know anything has happened to it. He know he could have come up with another way not involving the Nucleon, but those plans would not be near as effective as the one he came up with. 'Beside, they helped CURIE commint her genocidal action, so yeah, its getting what has been coming for it to,' he though, trying and failing to asunge the guilt he was feeling. Ah well, just another drop of negativity in the black ocean that is his heart...
Panning his face from it, he looked at Blithe, and motioned for it to take its position. He also mentally relay to it to tell him when the bitch was about to wake up, so that he can hurry along and get into place. Timing is important in everything, after all. It would behoove him not to be prompt to his patient first therapy session, and be able to give her the attension she deserves... Closing its eyes, Blithe walked over to one of the shadowed corners of the room, just out of sight of him and the bitch's (when she wakes up) vison. Sighing to himself, he proceded out of the room's only doorway, locking it behind it. Time to hook up the Nucleon....
(Wow, that sure escalated quickly, eh?)
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - PhantomUnderYourDesk - 10-17-2016
(Ah, way too fast, indeed... I actually wanted to spoil his plans a bit via Kellyn considering to take Lucille with him on that far away examinations/missions theone on the phone - what's his name, Don? - leaked. Well, of course not to the missions themselves... after all, he'd be gone for two or three days I thought, better not leave her alone at home, plus why not take the opportunity and share some versant togetherness after his work is done, plus a change of air would probably do some good to her overwrought nerves. How could he be so foolish... )
Lucille had about two seconds to react before passing out. Those were enough though to recognize this voice coming from behind her - a voice she could clearly remember from the first time she heard it complaining about her... "shenanigans", as they've called them...
Enough to give the owner of the voice an expression filled with disgust, shock, fear and even hate...
Enough to wonder how he found her and managed to break into their home without being noticed by the Pokemon nearby...
And, sadly, to realize that this whole thing was up to no good.
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Lord Windos - 10-17-2016
"Silent night, holy night."
*Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip*
*Shepards quake, at the sight..."
*Pssk*
"Glories streams from heaven afar"
*Trickle Trickle Trickle*
"Heavenly host sing 'Allehuia!'"
*Zrrrrrrrrrrppppppt, Zrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppt*
"Sleep in heavenly peace...."
*Shuffle, Shuffle*
"Sleep in heavenly peace...."
*Click*
He wipes the sweat of his brow, and looks at his work. Perfect. "Well, that is over with. Time to check on the misses...." He turned to leave the room, picking up a cloak that was hanging on a stand by the doorway. He quickly put it on, taking the time to make sure the hood of it obscured his face. While she got a brief look at his face, the condition that Blithe put on her would not break so easily with a such limited exposure. After all, when all is said is done, he would like to continue his work- both kinds- in relative anontomey. He didn't want to flee the region like Dr. Lankspur, but he had the means to do so, if necessary.
Once finished dressing up and adjusting his wardrobe, he left the room, with the Nucleon well taken care of. He continued to hmm, filling the hallway with his dissonant voice.
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Laz0r C0mf0rt - 10-20-2016
Heh and to think, all of this started happening the second i started it. by saying i was a magikarp! :3 *im secretly a ditto*
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - PhantomUnderYourDesk - 10-21-2016
(10-20-2016, 08:25 PM)Laz0r C0mf0rt Wrote: Heh and to think, all of this started happening the second i started it. by saying i was a magikarp! :3 *im secretly a ditto*
Uh... to be honest - no, this one didn't.
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - PhantomUnderYourDesk - 10-21-2016
„ ….. quite the pathetic situation here.“
That was all Lucille thought in a trace of bitterness as she slowly got her senses back and managed to get a glimpse of the surroundings while still feeling tarnished. F#ck you, Chlorofoam… how did he managed to get that stuff into his claws, anyway? Without causing suspicion to the facility…?
Maybe it would have been better if she joined Kellyn on his work-related trip to Snowbank Town. It was his idea in all his rush for departure after all, he offered this option to her, he said it wouldn’t be a problem at all, he said he would be happy to visit the temple there with her as soon as the hassle has been cleared by him and his people, but she… damnit. On the other hand, who guaranteed for her safety if she’d be all alone for hours? Sure it would be much more difficult to kidnap her as long as the local gym leader and his Pokemon were close-by, but… ah, this wasn’t the right time nor the right place to regret another decision.
Instead, she forced herself to breath at regular intervals to keep her mind and body as calm as even possible. Not only because she sensed some kind of presence nearby (Note: I mean the Alakazam with the neat nickname.) - …or did she go psychotic by now? – but rather because the shock, disgust and hate from before slowly but steady made more and more room for fear.
………. and there it was, that invidious voice humming a dissonant melody from somewhere far far away, and yet it was so clear like it was only inches away from her, despite every attempt to block it off.
( … have some mercy on her. )
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Lord Windos - 10-22-2016
(I'm going to try something different from my long posts, and try to create a more open dialogue between characters. Tell me what you thing of it)
As Lucille came to and observed her surroundings, the door at the other end of the room unlocked with a *click*, and swung inwards. Like a grim Spector from the shadow, the now concealed scientist ghosted its way into the room, and made its way towards the nuclear bitch. With the look of pure hatred and fear adorning her face, he'd say that she is well and truly wide awake, and just about ready to began her life therapy lessons. But first, he has to check to see if she settled in alright. After all, as both the host and consuler of this session, its his duty to ensure the best care for his patient as possible....
"Well well, looks like someone finally woke up from their nap. I'd offer you some coffee to drink, but you seem tied up at the moment," he said, meaningfully glancing at the restraints the empathetic monster was currently bound by. Chuckling, he spread his hand to the side, seemingly oblivious to the state their captive'captive' audience. Oh, how he has dream and waited for this day to come, for him to finally be able to meet out justice to the irradiated fuck. Given the grief she has put not only him, but tens of thousands of people through, he was going to make every second of their time together a experience she will NEVER forget.
While it face was obscured, its body language was more than enough to broadcast its surprise. "Oh forgive me, where are my manners? I never got the chance to introduce myself to you! Since we had such a thoughtful and engaging discussion last time, it completely slipped my mind! I must be a total Ig-uraniumous to forget such a important thing..."
The cloacked man the bowed to Lucille, one arm tucked behind its back while the other one was still stretch to the side, hand open up in a sign of greeting. He said, "Well, l will fix that. My name is Sanscuyllizica Zachariah, but you can call me Sans. I bet you have some question as to why you are here. You might as well ask them now, and get that business out of the way before we begin... your first round of therapy."
Silence stretch across the room, as calm stared at the waste of breath that is Lucille, still bowing to her.
(Your scene now. Depending on how you respond, things can become better or worse for her. Oh, and he will not kill her; you should be more worried about what he did to Nucleon.......)
RE: Maybe one could see this as some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Laz0r C0mf0rt - 10-23-2016
(Actually when I made my thread in roleplays, there was none others. So yes I do believe I "started" the roleplays section,not this roleplay in particular.Sorry for the misunderstanding.)I am a duplicat who has transformed into a totally unsuspicious tree at the home, watching peacefully as events unfold.(Also not serious :3)