10-04-2016, 10:52 AM
He recognized that voice from everywhere. 'Fuck, its Kellyn. Should have know he would have come and get his wife, given, what, its after hours and she has not contacted him at all? Of course he would come, like the blasted hero he is, to rescue his love of his life. Fuck me.....' he though, hearing footsteps approach from where he was going. Given the volume of the volume, and the fairly rapid pace he was setting, he would be hear in a matter of minutes. Then he will walk in on him giving Lucille the verbal abuse that is practically necessary, given the amount of utter shit she has pull. After that.... well, if he know Kellyn as well as he does, given all the time he and his department has worked with him (especially with the Nuclear Fallout), it be a bloodly mess from start to finish. With how bad of an emotional state that bitch is right now (Not so above it all, you fucking *censored*), what was metaphorical could became literal.
Running down his hair with his left hand, he quick jerked his right arm with a flick. Out from the long selves came a miniaturized Quick Ball. Quickly (Ha, *snort*), he enlarges it, and throws out it forward with relative silence. With a flash, out came a Shiny Alakazam, in all of its powerful psychokinetic, glorious might. Most people would have been surprised to know, but before this whole Nuclear catastrophe turned his life ruinious, he was one of the priemer trainers in Tandor. Know for the breath taking speed he took down the gyms (3 month, breaking the old record by a whole 4 weeks), he was poised to be one of the real contenders for that year's Champeon. The meltdown of the Nuclear Plants happened, though, so he was forced to abandon his trainer career for a scientific one, in order to make ends meat for the family.
Most would be bitter over losing a chance of the life time, but he didn't care; he just wanted to save his family. 'Lot of good my wishes turn out to be,' he though, thinking over all the research he conducted, trying to save his father, the fallout from his grudges.... Gripping his hand, nail driving into his flesh, he snapped out of his gloom. Could not afford to be like that bitch he thouroughly put down. By the looks of it, she didn't even hear his latest speech, so he would have to remember it, and spring it on her later, when she has not completely shut down. By Arceas above, that irradiated *censored, seesh* does not deserve any mercy, but there she is, all comatose from just the mere fraction of the grief and guilt she is owed.
'She deserve all the foul things in the world to descend upon her, and flay her soul to shreds. My voice, my reasoning, is just token, compared to the misery she has spread. She will hear what I have to say, and she will not run from the truth, she will not hide behind salivng excuses nor escape into emotional breakdown. I WILL punish this wretched excuse for a human being, however much I can, to brign justice to not only me, but to everyone affected by her Nuclear holocost!' he furiously though, mind racing in an odd mix of furry and calm acceptance. Almost like a gun, in a sense: Dealdy, but only when the user decides to pull the trigger. 'Not today, though. I said I would not get Kellyn involved in this mess, and I will NOT make a lair out of myself, like that homoculus of woman' he though, looking over to his Alakazam, and silently signal with his hand what they should do.
The Pokémon walked over, and gripping the scientist's shoulders, closed its eyes, and began a complicated operation. What his master signal was on the extreme end of the actions they where trained for, but given his master close proximity to The Enemy, and what they feel is The Enemy's Savior, he assumed he didn't want this incident to go spread amuck. Fast, but carefully, the Alakazam went into the mind of Lucille and her Nucleon, being sure to concel its psychic presence. It then, with a quick mental description of what their master wanted to be done, erased all details of his personal identity.
His confrontation and its impact would remain with The Enemy and her pet, but they would not be able to recognized anything about their master, save his voice. Even that was muddled, to prevent tehm from picking up on it too quickly in future encounters. This was to ensure that he would not be harrashed by the Rangers in the future, keeping the incident under as tight wrapps as possible, while at the same time preventing The Enemy from forgetting what she learn from their master. They do not know why he does not kill them, with all the hate and bitterness in his heart towards her, but they respect his decisions, and will faithfully follow their Master command.
Since they were a exceptionally powerful Alakazam, the process only took a few seconds, before it opened its eye, and nodded toward him. Signing, with a bitterly tired expression on his face, he pat it on the shoulder, and signaled it again with his free hand. The Alakazam closed its eyes, and began to Teleport him away from the scene. 'There, the bitch will not be able to remember the foggiest thing about me, all while retaining the tan I put into her hide. Time to scam, I've pushed my luck to far as it is,' he thought. Moments before Kellyn rounded the bend further down the hall, he and his Alakazam vanished, leaving no trace behind.
(I said it would get ugly, I never said in what way...)
Running down his hair with his left hand, he quick jerked his right arm with a flick. Out from the long selves came a miniaturized Quick Ball. Quickly (Ha, *snort*), he enlarges it, and throws out it forward with relative silence. With a flash, out came a Shiny Alakazam, in all of its powerful psychokinetic, glorious might. Most people would have been surprised to know, but before this whole Nuclear catastrophe turned his life ruinious, he was one of the priemer trainers in Tandor. Know for the breath taking speed he took down the gyms (3 month, breaking the old record by a whole 4 weeks), he was poised to be one of the real contenders for that year's Champeon. The meltdown of the Nuclear Plants happened, though, so he was forced to abandon his trainer career for a scientific one, in order to make ends meat for the family.
Most would be bitter over losing a chance of the life time, but he didn't care; he just wanted to save his family. 'Lot of good my wishes turn out to be,' he though, thinking over all the research he conducted, trying to save his father, the fallout from his grudges.... Gripping his hand, nail driving into his flesh, he snapped out of his gloom. Could not afford to be like that bitch he thouroughly put down. By the looks of it, she didn't even hear his latest speech, so he would have to remember it, and spring it on her later, when she has not completely shut down. By Arceas above, that irradiated *censored, seesh* does not deserve any mercy, but there she is, all comatose from just the mere fraction of the grief and guilt she is owed.
'She deserve all the foul things in the world to descend upon her, and flay her soul to shreds. My voice, my reasoning, is just token, compared to the misery she has spread. She will hear what I have to say, and she will not run from the truth, she will not hide behind salivng excuses nor escape into emotional breakdown. I WILL punish this wretched excuse for a human being, however much I can, to brign justice to not only me, but to everyone affected by her Nuclear holocost!' he furiously though, mind racing in an odd mix of furry and calm acceptance. Almost like a gun, in a sense: Dealdy, but only when the user decides to pull the trigger. 'Not today, though. I said I would not get Kellyn involved in this mess, and I will NOT make a lair out of myself, like that homoculus of woman' he though, looking over to his Alakazam, and silently signal with his hand what they should do.
The Pokémon walked over, and gripping the scientist's shoulders, closed its eyes, and began a complicated operation. What his master signal was on the extreme end of the actions they where trained for, but given his master close proximity to The Enemy, and what they feel is The Enemy's Savior, he assumed he didn't want this incident to go spread amuck. Fast, but carefully, the Alakazam went into the mind of Lucille and her Nucleon, being sure to concel its psychic presence. It then, with a quick mental description of what their master wanted to be done, erased all details of his personal identity.
His confrontation and its impact would remain with The Enemy and her pet, but they would not be able to recognized anything about their master, save his voice. Even that was muddled, to prevent tehm from picking up on it too quickly in future encounters. This was to ensure that he would not be harrashed by the Rangers in the future, keeping the incident under as tight wrapps as possible, while at the same time preventing The Enemy from forgetting what she learn from their master. They do not know why he does not kill them, with all the hate and bitterness in his heart towards her, but they respect his decisions, and will faithfully follow their Master command.
Since they were a exceptionally powerful Alakazam, the process only took a few seconds, before it opened its eye, and nodded toward him. Signing, with a bitterly tired expression on his face, he pat it on the shoulder, and signaled it again with his free hand. The Alakazam closed its eyes, and began to Teleport him away from the scene. 'There, the bitch will not be able to remember the foggiest thing about me, all while retaining the tan I put into her hide. Time to scam, I've pushed my luck to far as it is,' he thought. Moments before Kellyn rounded the bend further down the hall, he and his Alakazam vanished, leaving no trace behind.
(I said it would get ugly, I never said in what way...)
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
