[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

He let Nathan rant at him, peering at him silently while he goes over his words. The researcher's hands were in front of him, clearly showing that he had nothing up his sleeves. His expression, once the irate trainer began his tirade, started to get more and more intent. Focused.  Those eyes of his showed a different side to him. They told anyone who glimpsed at them that he was sad, regretful, and a million otherword for 'depressed.' Still, he kept any signs of distress within himself, and project an outward aura of calm. Not even Ralts would notice his true emotional state, unless it made verynotable attempt to do skullduggery.

Silence reign for a brief moment, before Ventus finally decided to speak. His tone of voice was serene, peaceful even. But there was an edge hidden within. "Nathan, you question why I stood by and let Apsis have free reign in battle.  Let her have free reign to hunt and kill those wild Pokémon, then devour them whole. Why I did nothing but watch, and denying any attempt to stop her gluttanous actions. Why I blamed Mr. Pin so harshly at first, instead of apologizing for my actions, or lack there of. The most of important thing you accuse me of through your entire arguement, however, is the one you never localized, but was  present with in like a spirit. What is it? Simple : you plainly don't trust I have control over my Arbok, that I don't know how to handle a ferocious Pokémon of her kind."

"Let me answers all those with one of my own: Have you ever seen an Ursaring tear a Pokémon in twain, out of nothing more than pure rage? Have you ever handled Dragon types that could, at any moment, lash out and possibly kill you, and most definitely scar you for life. Have you ever been attacked by a Wild Stunktank for accidently walking into its den while exploring? All that, and much, much more, is something I had to personally experience for myself. Either seeing it with my own eyes, or having a far more...intimate encounter." Standing up, he places his hand on the hem of his tweed sweater, and started rolling it up. What was there was a sight to see.

Three long, big scars ran across his chest, all of them a deep purple color of a bruise that never quite healed. The claw marks were not even nor clean; they looked jagged and spiky, juttering up and down his frame. There was faint signs of slap dash stitching, as if the surgon choose speed over precesion surgery. Overall, it was a grisly sight to behold.

Lightly smiling at Nathan, he rolled his shirt down, sitting down in his chair once more. "Did you know that tweed make for nice gaze in a pinch? I didn't, but it never the less saved my life when that Stuntank ranked its putrid claws across my mid-section. As you could tell, the docters had to work fast disinfecting the wound and closing it up before I bleed out anymore or worse, like getting infected. Ever heard of Sepsis? Nasty condition right there. If the wounds were perfectly cleaned out and sown up, I would die from blood toxicousis, something as deadly as any Toxic spit out by a Poison type. Even after the excellent job they did, there was enough toxins in the animal's claws to stain my scars this color. Purple looks lovely on me though, so it was no problem."

Leaning in closer to Nathan, he stared in his eyes, showing him that he was being dead serious here, despite his jesting tone of voice. Ventus was silent for a few minutes, letting in what he revel soak into that boy's head." Now that I have your undivided attentions, let me answer your questions properly. The reason I was so mad at him was that Mr. Pin acted like an idiot. Running away to let my Apsis deal with the wild Pokémon that appear, trying to stop a clearly ravenous Arbok from doing the one thing that would fix that problem? Of course I told him to stuff it, because otherwise Apsis might have stuff him down her maw. Do you remember when Apsis evolved? Did you feel the visceral hunger I did, when she emerged from the fog? I certainly did, and I imagine Ralts noticed as well. You saw how close she was to devouring Zamboni's Glaceon? If she had waited any longer, I would not have my badge right now."

"Of course, I was being too harsh on the man. Instead of switching her out for Raphael, or asking for your assistance to deal with the wild 'mons, I just reacted. Faced down by two wild critters... I just let Apsis loose on them. I didn't have to command her at all: she understood my intent instinctively, and carried it out without my input. Had I been more aware of my surrounding, I would have never let that happen, but forgive me for having tunnel vision. I take battle against feral Pokémon very serious, for now apparent reasons, so I just forgot."

"I doubt going back and apologizing to him will help that matter any, so I won't. The fact he didn't include any sort of fail safes in his game to prevent this from happening in the first place has not won him any favors. I'm willing to let my grudge go of the man, but that is it. But I'm getting side tracked, so lets get back to on topic. Why did I let Apsis eat those Pokémon, discounting my hot-bloodedness and tunnel vision? To put it simply, I didn't want Apsis to attack anyone else in hunger, which include Mr. Pin, his Shuckle, or your own Pokémon. Even in my lack of awareness, I knew it was the wiser decision to let my Arbok eat those wild Pokémon, rather than risk her doing anything worse."

More silence. More staring. Finally, he broke of the eye contact, and sighed to himself, looking at the far wall of the room. "As for your proposal to subdue her if she ever gets out of hand, instead of letting me deal with it, feel free to try. I can not guarantee your safety when Apsis sets her sights on you, though, when you give the order to attack. I will try my very best to stop her, of course, but she's fast, intelligent, and knows how to hold a grudge better than I can ever can. She quite happy and loyal to me, so there is a chance she'll listen to my commands. You? No." Ventus evenly said, no trace of rancor in his voice. From what an outsider could tell, he meant no malicious intent with what he said. He was just simply stating what he believed were hard facts. Its up to Nathan whether he believes his honesty or not.

Looking back at the young trainer once more, he now looked tired and remorseful for his actions. It appears that after he had said his peace, he couldn't keep up the façade any longer, and was now showing his true self to Nathan. "I know how to handle a Pokémon like Apsis, more than you ever can imagine. I plan on working intensely with her in the future, strengthening my bond so what we image never can happen. I know what she is right now : A threat to everyone, on a very short leash. So, have faith in my ability to control her. Up until now, I have done an excellent job, and I would truly wish to continue that good record. I'm sorry that I broke my agreement to you, but it will never happen again. Whether through inaction or in a precarious situation, I won't let Apsis get out of hand. Not unless its required."

Standing up from his seat, he walked to the door of the room, and opened it up. Looking over his shoulder, he said : "Good night, everyone. Get plenty of rest; we have a long journey ahead."