Some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Now finished and open for questions!

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

Still, Lucille did not even bother to face this guy. Those papers were much more interesting and this guy sustained to disgust her the more he spoke. Therefore, it came unexpected that she still was able to keep her voice salving and clear.

“You know Kellyn? Fine. Then you probably know that even if he usually is a quite stalwart man, it would be a very bad idea to enrage him by trying to mess with me.” In a lower voice, she added “Least of all now.”
“As for Vitor, fine as well. I will not interfere this, though. He is mature enough to decide on his own what’s good for him - in case he needs help or advice, he will come and ask for it. That personal issue between the two of you is none of my business. But be informed that if you dare harming him, you’ll get in serious trouble with me.” She kept the last sentence totally neutral, like she was talking about the weather outside. How lame.

As that Chemist/Breeder turned towards her and stared at her (ugh), she finally put the pen she was holding casually in the other hand back into the front pocket of her lab coat, and gave him an annoyed glance. On the one hand, his point was comprehensible. It was more the way he outlaid it that got on her nerves. She decided to make up a bit for the mistakes she did in the past – true, she did not see them as “crimes” for a reason – via conducting research in a field she seemed quite competent – behavior science of stable Nuclear Pokemon. Kinda ironic, yes, but she was one of the few people with experience when it came to Nuclear Pokemon. On the other hand, did she ask this man to share his life story? No. Did she look like she’d like to hear it anyway? No. While not prone to argue, Lucille was amazing at holding grudges.

She just watched him speaking his mind to her, and showed no outer sign of being impressed. Not even as he brought it to a physical level. At this point, she looked up from her semi-rimless glasses once again to face this guy. Man, if looks were to kill, this guy would have already died a horrible death numerous times. “Plus, who stated that it was me who blew Zeta up?” The slight tremble in her voice could not be overheard anymore. “Plus, how do you think this justice you whish for so badly is supposed to look like? Would it make you happy to murder me?”

At this point, Nucleon had enough of the tension. Is it not allowed anymore to take some rest here along with its master? Ignoring its actual tiredness, it jumped off her shoulders, landed light-footed on the ground and hissed again, more intimidating. This time however, Lucille took no actions in silencing it. It was uncommon to see her wrathfully, as it indeed needed a lot of shit to fly her into a fury. What was even more rare, was seeing her loose her usual calm attitude, even in such moments.

“Plus… “, she took a short flip through her papers once again before continuing, “… this is for insulting me.” Without further warning, she got ready to slap him with the backside of her clipboard. She just could not take it anymore.