10-01-2016, 08:05 PM
That woman must have been a weightlifter at some point, became her blow completely knocked him on his ass, and sent him sprawling further down the hall. He was shocked by the abruptness of the action, but in a display of finesse and acrobatics that seemed uncanny, coming from a research, he twisted his body into the direction he was going. Using his hand, he killed the momentum, then front flipped right back to where he was back earlier.
Across his face was a bright red welp from where she decked him, and his face was scrunched up in scowl of pain. Just as he was about to step forward and react, a look across passed across his pained face again, this one of bitter amusement. Slowly, he started to applaud Lucille's performance. "My my, quite the strength you have their. Perhaps something to do with you time with you dear old friend? I guess it doesn't matter at this point, 'cause its all in the past, right? Everything is fine, you are making amends, and the world is rewarded by your beneficence," he stopped clapping, and did a half shrug with one of his arms. Well, he a least the knew the bitch was not a sociopath, just a very unempathetic coward.
The pain was gone, and slowly his face shifted into a simple smile, neither mocking or cynical. He was staring down at the two, clearly focused on the matter at hand, but at the same time seemling non-collate about the near back breaking pressure that filled the corridor. He looked down toward the Nucleon, and calmly began to speak once more. "Funny thing, about life. Its a concept, nature itself, and its our existence. People and Pokémon alike have the power to alter it, change it, create it even. Look at little Nucleon here, for example. Once a simple Eevee, all it took was a little time and radiation to transform it into one of the most powerful creatures in Tandor. A life changing event, wouldn't you say?" he drawled, his gaze transferring to his so called colleague.
"We are defined by our actions, our experience, our beliefs. Most importantly, we are defined by other people lives. A individual can not grow in a vacuum, lest they be simple. Or exist isolated from others, lest they go mad," his gaze turned especially sharp, as it bored a hole through Lucille's forehead. Oh, he knows about her history. While the information was hard to get, he is not without his connections, or affluence. She ruined his and his family's life, so why not know a little more about the perpetrator? Part of the reason he became friend with her son, before he got to know him and abandon such inquiries. 'That boy is just too kind for his own good. Shouldn't have to live with his convoluted family situation, but then again, neither should I. He he,' he though, before he began his next verbal assault.
Gesture with his left hand, he said "Let us look at your life, shall we? CURIE. Such a powerful person. One who single handily terrified a nation. Many terrorist organization would envy that strength, if they didn't shit themselves first," he then gesture with his right "Lucile. Researcher supreme, dedicated mother and wife. Head of her field, she had the power to shape it to her will," he glanced at both hand, a look of inquisitiveness now defining his features. "Kellyn, your son, and many of our fellow labcoats condemn one, while absolving the other, like they are truly separate existences,"
He then cupped his hand to his face, glanced furtively to his sides, then in a stage whisper, said "But we both know the truth, right? CURIE didn't die, and Lucille was not returned from the aether. Rather, they both have come together, to form you. I'm right, am I not? You hold the same lack of empathy and sheer focus you had as CURIE, but you have regained some humanity and compassion that your old self had. All of it nicely bound together by that lovely nuclear power and scattered memories from both lives. Its why, despite your promises of reform, still isolate yourself away, and can't bear to be around your family. You are guilty, and yet some part of you utterly loathes them." He winked at her conspiratorially "I know exactly how you feel, but I don't think you would care to know why." He shrugged both his shoulders this time, seemly oblivious to the callousness of his remarks. He know something is going to happen if he continue, but damn it, their must be some resolution to be had from the whole stinking mess!
"Perhaps you don't agree, but if you don't seem to care about my life, let alone the thousands you mercilessly affected as CURIE, why should I care about that. Or should I be nice and suck up to you, and accept like nothing bad ever happened? Put yourself in my place, if you can get off the pedestal your on. Would you be willing to let live with your father's murderer?" He poised the question at her, before moving on to his next point. "I don't think so. You can't just clearly divide yourself from your past, Lucille. Your actions then are still yours know, and you have caused great, great harm to a lot of people. Some, like your family and friends, Arceas bless them, honestly believe that they can have the life they once have. I wish it were that way!" he spat, angry flashing red hot, before that cheerful grin return to his face.
" Your can't ever repent, if you keep trying to run from your sins. You could call me a liar, but I honestly don't give a fuck, you cunt." His look turned queer, than, as if something foul wafted across the air. "You think I would go after you family, over you? Get over yourself. We can both agree that they should not be involved in this damn mess. Why let everyone else catch the radiation sickness that poisoning both of us?" He laughed, then, dark and joylessly, clearly amused with his own jokes. This was a man who clearly did not give a fuck anymore.
His laughter petered out, and, still chuckling under his breath, he pointed at her. His next words were thus: "Lucille, as much as you would love the opportunity to call the Rangers on my ass over your hurt feeling, its not going to happen. Know why? Cause I am going to find my children, go through some experiments, hang out with my friends after work, and go to bed, with a clear mind. I'm not going to get my friends embroiled in this, and shame on you for your willingness to do so. What else? Oh yeah! Go fuck yourself," he lowered his hand, and returned both to the pockets of his labcoat, and tilted his head towards the ceiling in though. He then look at her, and said, "Oh, and no, I would not please me if you were dead. Can't be judged if your not around to receive it, after all. Beside, if I wanted you dead.... YOU WOULD NOT BE HERE STANDING," he intoned, his voice low and reverberating throughout the hallway.
He then pivoted, and turned to walk away, armed crossed behind his head, and the weight of his crushing feelings no longer so overbearing.
Across his face was a bright red welp from where she decked him, and his face was scrunched up in scowl of pain. Just as he was about to step forward and react, a look across passed across his pained face again, this one of bitter amusement. Slowly, he started to applaud Lucille's performance. "My my, quite the strength you have their. Perhaps something to do with you time with you dear old friend? I guess it doesn't matter at this point, 'cause its all in the past, right? Everything is fine, you are making amends, and the world is rewarded by your beneficence," he stopped clapping, and did a half shrug with one of his arms. Well, he a least the knew the bitch was not a sociopath, just a very unempathetic coward.
The pain was gone, and slowly his face shifted into a simple smile, neither mocking or cynical. He was staring down at the two, clearly focused on the matter at hand, but at the same time seemling non-collate about the near back breaking pressure that filled the corridor. He looked down toward the Nucleon, and calmly began to speak once more. "Funny thing, about life. Its a concept, nature itself, and its our existence. People and Pokémon alike have the power to alter it, change it, create it even. Look at little Nucleon here, for example. Once a simple Eevee, all it took was a little time and radiation to transform it into one of the most powerful creatures in Tandor. A life changing event, wouldn't you say?" he drawled, his gaze transferring to his so called colleague.
"We are defined by our actions, our experience, our beliefs. Most importantly, we are defined by other people lives. A individual can not grow in a vacuum, lest they be simple. Or exist isolated from others, lest they go mad," his gaze turned especially sharp, as it bored a hole through Lucille's forehead. Oh, he knows about her history. While the information was hard to get, he is not without his connections, or affluence. She ruined his and his family's life, so why not know a little more about the perpetrator? Part of the reason he became friend with her son, before he got to know him and abandon such inquiries. 'That boy is just too kind for his own good. Shouldn't have to live with his convoluted family situation, but then again, neither should I. He he,' he though, before he began his next verbal assault.
Gesture with his left hand, he said "Let us look at your life, shall we? CURIE. Such a powerful person. One who single handily terrified a nation. Many terrorist organization would envy that strength, if they didn't shit themselves first," he then gesture with his right "Lucile. Researcher supreme, dedicated mother and wife. Head of her field, she had the power to shape it to her will," he glanced at both hand, a look of inquisitiveness now defining his features. "Kellyn, your son, and many of our fellow labcoats condemn one, while absolving the other, like they are truly separate existences,"
He then cupped his hand to his face, glanced furtively to his sides, then in a stage whisper, said "But we both know the truth, right? CURIE didn't die, and Lucille was not returned from the aether. Rather, they both have come together, to form you. I'm right, am I not? You hold the same lack of empathy and sheer focus you had as CURIE, but you have regained some humanity and compassion that your old self had. All of it nicely bound together by that lovely nuclear power and scattered memories from both lives. Its why, despite your promises of reform, still isolate yourself away, and can't bear to be around your family. You are guilty, and yet some part of you utterly loathes them." He winked at her conspiratorially "I know exactly how you feel, but I don't think you would care to know why." He shrugged both his shoulders this time, seemly oblivious to the callousness of his remarks. He know something is going to happen if he continue, but damn it, their must be some resolution to be had from the whole stinking mess!
"Perhaps you don't agree, but if you don't seem to care about my life, let alone the thousands you mercilessly affected as CURIE, why should I care about that. Or should I be nice and suck up to you, and accept like nothing bad ever happened? Put yourself in my place, if you can get off the pedestal your on. Would you be willing to let live with your father's murderer?" He poised the question at her, before moving on to his next point. "I don't think so. You can't just clearly divide yourself from your past, Lucille. Your actions then are still yours know, and you have caused great, great harm to a lot of people. Some, like your family and friends, Arceas bless them, honestly believe that they can have the life they once have. I wish it were that way!" he spat, angry flashing red hot, before that cheerful grin return to his face.
" Your can't ever repent, if you keep trying to run from your sins. You could call me a liar, but I honestly don't give a fuck, you cunt." His look turned queer, than, as if something foul wafted across the air. "You think I would go after you family, over you? Get over yourself. We can both agree that they should not be involved in this damn mess. Why let everyone else catch the radiation sickness that poisoning both of us?" He laughed, then, dark and joylessly, clearly amused with his own jokes. This was a man who clearly did not give a fuck anymore.
His laughter petered out, and, still chuckling under his breath, he pointed at her. His next words were thus: "Lucille, as much as you would love the opportunity to call the Rangers on my ass over your hurt feeling, its not going to happen. Know why? Cause I am going to find my children, go through some experiments, hang out with my friends after work, and go to bed, with a clear mind. I'm not going to get my friends embroiled in this, and shame on you for your willingness to do so. What else? Oh yeah! Go fuck yourself," he lowered his hand, and returned both to the pockets of his labcoat, and tilted his head towards the ceiling in though. He then look at her, and said, "Oh, and no, I would not please me if you were dead. Can't be judged if your not around to receive it, after all. Beside, if I wanted you dead.... YOU WOULD NOT BE HERE STANDING," he intoned, his voice low and reverberating throughout the hallway.
He then pivoted, and turned to walk away, armed crossed behind his head, and the weight of his crushing feelings no longer so overbearing.
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
