[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Dragonstrike]

The wave of regal authority washed over him, and it was utterly suffocating. For a moment, Ventus thought he was going to drown in it, become lost to the Vespiqueen power, become a slave to her desires. 'Obey, obey, OBEY,' she seemed to call, commanding him to submit, to do her will in its entirety. Just as he thought he would lose control, he remembered.

'What a familiar feeling; just like with the fae with my mother so long ago. I hate it.'

In an instant, the regal authority was expelled from him, and in its place was an raging inferno of hate and rage. Unlike the firey hot anger that most were used to seeing, this was a different beast. It was cold and dreadful thing, filled with malevolence, rife with amoral sentiment, and it was fuel by an indominable sense of purpose. Never again would he let that happen, to him or anyone else. That cold, so cold anger flowed through him, coursing through his veins and mind, fortifying his mind against the queen's terrible control.

Ventus wanted to kill the Queen. He desired nothing more than to slit its throats before him, and watch the life fade from its as he stared it down mercilessly. How he want to unless Apsis upon her and her children, letting it feast upon there marrow and sup on there flesh. The urge was strong; a weaker man would have long ago succumb to it. Ventus, however, was not a weaker man, and had an iron clad grip on his emotions. Perhaps, in this state of tranquil fury he's, he never has been in more control of himself. 'I will not be controlled by anything, and that include my own desire. As much as I want to see this queen die, I am not the only one at stake here. Work with the anger, but let it not control you.'

Like a blaring alarm, he noticed that Ralts had unfortuanately fallen under the Vespiqueen's control. Craining his head up, he looked towards Nathan's direction, and spoke to him. "Nathan, you Ralts is not suffering well the queen's majesty. You should return him, before he completely breaks down." Looking at Ventus, they would only see him smile serenely, and hear nothing but calmness from his tone of voice. His eyes, though, spoke a different story. Frigid and hard like icy diamonds, they spoke of only the fathomless rage that broiled within him. Right now, this was not a man to be trifled with.

Rising up from his bowing, he nodded at the Vespiqueen in assent to Nathan's statement. "He speaks the truth. One of my friend did battle with your child, but I was the one to capture her. I treated her wounds to the best of my ability, and took pains to ensure her well being. By all right, she seems quite happy with, and we certainly enjoy her presence as well. We simply desire that she not part company with us, as we believe that she can become a mighty queen under our stewardess. That is, if you don't have any objections" the researcher said, his curious tone echoing throughout the room. He extended a hand towards the queen, one hand hovering over his satchel, as he made his offer. When the queen, after thinking this over, adquisted to the deal, he just smiled and thanked her, before turning to leave.

"Come along, Princess, let us be gone from this place. The your mother has plans to finish, and it would be ever so rude for us hold her up any longer. Apsis, stay close to my side. We would want to cause anymore trouble, now would we?" With that said, the researcher left the room swiftly, anger still brewing within. He would have to leave the Vespiqueen, before he did something everyone would regret.

As Ventus goes to leave, Nathan recalls Ralts to the premier ball, as he was unable to calm the little guy down while still in the queen's room.  Nathan stands up when he hears Ventus give the order to follow to the princess.  "Ventus, let her help with moving the hive and say her goodbyes at least.  I'm sure she'll come and find you when that's said and done.  I think we're going to be in town for a few days because of the festival and Shiva's job at the day care, anyways.  If we leave town before the hive is entirely moved, then you can come and fetch her."  

Nathan turns to the small combee next.  "Would you like to join me and my pokemon, Combee?  As I said, I'd be more than happy to have you along if you'd also rather leave the hive than stay.  Your presence would probably make it easier for the princess to find us when the business with moving the hive is concluded, too."