10-04-2016, 01:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-04-2016, 02:13 PM by Lord Windos.
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"Fuck, damn, and shit," he said, as he and his Alakazam teleported to the rondure point, where his Luxi were (Hopefully) waiting for him. With the incident with Lucille behind him, the security logs and record keeping he has to erase or alter, and a certain young scientist he has to track down and prevent him from breaking his silence, he did not want his Luxelong breathing down his next on top of everything else. His researcher friends joked that she was akin to a housewife, helping with his children (he breed them himself [Not that way {Hopefully...}], so damn it if they where not), providing comfort and a shoulder to lean on, and keeping him strictly in line. She would also not tolerate any bull brings up, and god help him if he let something happen to the kids...
"They may have been joking about my Luxelong, but they sure be surprised to know how close to the truth they are," he muttered cantankerously, still not entirely recovered from his prolonged tirade against the absolute coward of a bitch. 'Couldn't even begin to listen to the guilt and misery she caused without going catatonic. Pathetic. Even in my lowest moments, I still took responsibility for my action. Why the hell can she not. Did her time as CURIE screw with her brains more than we thought? Bah,' he thought, shaking his head in frustrated confusion. Stewing over that woman all night will do nothing but ruin it, and she had enough of her attention for one day.
Sighing- he's been doing that a lot since this start, huh?- he calmly looked over to his Alakazam. He softy spoke to them, telling them "Man, I nearly caused a hell of a lot trouble for everyone, all because I could not keep my mouth shut. Sorry about what you had to do, Blithe, 'cause I know how much you hate tampering with people's skull. 'Feel like I'm violating there personal existence, for the top down,' if I recall you saying correctly. Shouldn't had to do that, if I just kept my mouth shut, duck my head, and continue on out of the building," He was frowning now, and all the creases, worry lines, and marks of stress only intensified as he continued to berate himself. "I should have kept my temper better. Hell, I've put up with snake and all the fawning around for so long, one would think I'd be an awful trapper," he laughed, enjoying his small little jokes.
After all, why cry or get mad, when you can laugh away all the problems in the world. 'Worked so far,' or so he thought. As was about to launch in another self diatribe, Blithe cupped his chinned, and turned him to face themselves. Gently, they wrapped their arms around him, and gave him a hug he desperately needed. ~Its okay, Master. We know how The Enemy causes you great pain and suffer. We have seen what that hurt has done to you, and yourself as a whole. True, you could have handled it better, but there is only so many time you can bite your tongue before blood starts spilling. You needed to vent, and while not the most appropriate time, it was, perhaps, the best. You are a lot more calm than you usually are, and it appear some of the burden you carry has been lifted,~ they communicated, using the close bond with there master and the power of their telekinesis to project what they are saying to him.
Shocked, he didn't believe them at first, until he examined his feeling for himself. Still angry, still hurt, and very tired of this shit, but everything seems.... calmer somehow. Like a great peace has fell upon the turmoil of his mental state, silencing the mental constipation he has to manage day by day. 'They right-' ~Of course I am master, I know your mind better than anyone else on the planet. So trust me when I say that, while I did not like what I did, I understand why it had to be done. There is no need to ask for forgiveness, for their is no reason for it to be had. We care for you Master, and we want the best for you,~ they intergected, stiping his line of thought before it could derail again. They honestly think that if he were to have a meltdown, no better its fallout should be directed to the one who started it all. It would be, how would the humans say, poetic?
He lowered his head into their shoulder, tightened the hug they were sharing, and slowly began to cry. It was not a deep bellowing thing, loud and trying to have attention. No, it was silent, has he quietly let out all the stress and sorrow he felt. How long has it been, since their Master lasted shed tears? Too long, keeping all that negativity bottled in himself, letting it brew and fester, poisoning him surely as The Enemy's Abomination poisoned the earth with its power. They know he should go to a doctor, and seek help for his ailing mind, but he refuses. He will not show weakness, especially over one he hates. He must prove to himself that he can stand strong, against everyone, even himself, to prove that he will not let that monster break him.
He has his friend to bleed of the tension, and to keep him humanized and functional in society. When times like these happen, though, when it becomes to much for him to bear, it fall upon them to help. Them, and their family. They may be of different species and parents, but that does not invalidate what they are. They will stand by their Master, and support them through there time of needs. They (Alakazam) can help with his mind, while they and the rest can mend his heart. Its the least they can do, for all the kindness and understanding he has given them.
Slowly, his sobs waned, and the tears started to trickle away. He patted Blithe's back, telling them that they are alright now. Slowly, they released him, and he took a few steps back. Pulling a hankerchief out of his pocket, he took off his glasses and began to wipe away his tears. If he was trying to hide the fact that he cried, the teared stained lab coat would give away that away in the end. 'Well, at the very lest, I should not worry them even more about bloodshot eyes and a damp face. Might think I'm boiling over like a radiator,' he thought, snorting at the simile he came up with. With all the blubbering he did, that comparison was more apt than he like to think, but he pushed that though away. He shouldn't worry his Pokémon any more than he all has (and will, when he picks up the Luxi and heads home), his wonderful, wonderful Pokémon. 'I don't deserve them, not anymore, but they will stand by me and my grief. I lost my real family, but I still have this one,' he though, earning a uncharacteristic snort from his Alakazam.
"Oh, quit it. You know how I get when I'm moopy. Come on, lets go find those rascal. I'm already in for it, for how long I been away from home, so we better be quick before Tianlong tracks me down and Moonblast my ass to Andromeda, " he said, searching the point they appeared in, a small park in the city, for the sight of two uniquely colored Luxi. There!- He sees them both, happily playing in the moonlight, in a clearing surrounded by a couple of benches and a tree. Quickly, but hollered for them to come back, that it was time to go home. Both of them stop what they were doing, their heads pointed in the direction of their father, before they scurried onward towards him. They quickly assaulted his legs, climbing on him until they appeared in his arms, looking playing at him.
He laughed again, this time filled will joy and a little mischief. "Well, eager aren't you, little guys? If your any rougher, I might have dropped ya right back onto the dirt!" he said, happy to see that the two were alright. Judging by the tired, but slightly indigent eye, they were wore out from their long day of testing and fun. Chuckling, he shifted his arms a little more to better accommodate them, and headed out of the park with his everyone in tow.
His house was close enough; why not take the time to enjoy the beautiful night? That, and avoid his most likely very livid Luxelong for as long as possible. 'A man can dream, can he not?' With that, he head home after a long day, tired, emotional, but feeling better than he had for a long time.
(While the Breeder/Chemist (Sans, whatever his name will be when the chance arises) can be a flaming asshole, its important to remember that he not exactly without a reason to act that way. Normally, he's gruff, but polite and helpful to his co-workers, and loves to drop all kinds of jokes and puns. With the very few human friends he has left, he starts to unfold around them, becoming a lot more relaxed, friendly, and overall friendlier. He's not usually not on that level of rage and frustration, day to day. That level is reserved when he's having significantly shitty days, and anything involving Lucille that isn't about damning her to hell and beyond.)
(He was not always this way, though. Used to be a proud, staltwart, but generous trainer that traversed the region. He helped out as much people as he could, all the while training his pokemon, beating the gyms, and keeping in top form. He was the type of person everyone would want to admire, not natural leader, per say, but someone that could inspire none-of-the-less. Then the Nuclear Crisis happen, and that changed everything. The whole sha-bang resulted in this broken person we see now, doing his damn best to keep himself under check, be a good member of his new family, and trying to find a way to punish Lucille without causing a huge mess for everyone involved with her. We will see if he can succeed. Or maybe not. Some dreams don't come true, after all.)
"They may have been joking about my Luxelong, but they sure be surprised to know how close to the truth they are," he muttered cantankerously, still not entirely recovered from his prolonged tirade against the absolute coward of a bitch. 'Couldn't even begin to listen to the guilt and misery she caused without going catatonic. Pathetic. Even in my lowest moments, I still took responsibility for my action. Why the hell can she not. Did her time as CURIE screw with her brains more than we thought? Bah,' he thought, shaking his head in frustrated confusion. Stewing over that woman all night will do nothing but ruin it, and she had enough of her attention for one day.
Sighing- he's been doing that a lot since this start, huh?- he calmly looked over to his Alakazam. He softy spoke to them, telling them "Man, I nearly caused a hell of a lot trouble for everyone, all because I could not keep my mouth shut. Sorry about what you had to do, Blithe, 'cause I know how much you hate tampering with people's skull. 'Feel like I'm violating there personal existence, for the top down,' if I recall you saying correctly. Shouldn't had to do that, if I just kept my mouth shut, duck my head, and continue on out of the building," He was frowning now, and all the creases, worry lines, and marks of stress only intensified as he continued to berate himself. "I should have kept my temper better. Hell, I've put up with snake and all the fawning around for so long, one would think I'd be an awful trapper," he laughed, enjoying his small little jokes.
After all, why cry or get mad, when you can laugh away all the problems in the world. 'Worked so far,' or so he thought. As was about to launch in another self diatribe, Blithe cupped his chinned, and turned him to face themselves. Gently, they wrapped their arms around him, and gave him a hug he desperately needed. ~Its okay, Master. We know how The Enemy causes you great pain and suffer. We have seen what that hurt has done to you, and yourself as a whole. True, you could have handled it better, but there is only so many time you can bite your tongue before blood starts spilling. You needed to vent, and while not the most appropriate time, it was, perhaps, the best. You are a lot more calm than you usually are, and it appear some of the burden you carry has been lifted,~ they communicated, using the close bond with there master and the power of their telekinesis to project what they are saying to him.
Shocked, he didn't believe them at first, until he examined his feeling for himself. Still angry, still hurt, and very tired of this shit, but everything seems.... calmer somehow. Like a great peace has fell upon the turmoil of his mental state, silencing the mental constipation he has to manage day by day. 'They right-' ~Of course I am master, I know your mind better than anyone else on the planet. So trust me when I say that, while I did not like what I did, I understand why it had to be done. There is no need to ask for forgiveness, for their is no reason for it to be had. We care for you Master, and we want the best for you,~ they intergected, stiping his line of thought before it could derail again. They honestly think that if he were to have a meltdown, no better its fallout should be directed to the one who started it all. It would be, how would the humans say, poetic?
He lowered his head into their shoulder, tightened the hug they were sharing, and slowly began to cry. It was not a deep bellowing thing, loud and trying to have attention. No, it was silent, has he quietly let out all the stress and sorrow he felt. How long has it been, since their Master lasted shed tears? Too long, keeping all that negativity bottled in himself, letting it brew and fester, poisoning him surely as The Enemy's Abomination poisoned the earth with its power. They know he should go to a doctor, and seek help for his ailing mind, but he refuses. He will not show weakness, especially over one he hates. He must prove to himself that he can stand strong, against everyone, even himself, to prove that he will not let that monster break him.
He has his friend to bleed of the tension, and to keep him humanized and functional in society. When times like these happen, though, when it becomes to much for him to bear, it fall upon them to help. Them, and their family. They may be of different species and parents, but that does not invalidate what they are. They will stand by their Master, and support them through there time of needs. They (Alakazam) can help with his mind, while they and the rest can mend his heart. Its the least they can do, for all the kindness and understanding he has given them.
Slowly, his sobs waned, and the tears started to trickle away. He patted Blithe's back, telling them that they are alright now. Slowly, they released him, and he took a few steps back. Pulling a hankerchief out of his pocket, he took off his glasses and began to wipe away his tears. If he was trying to hide the fact that he cried, the teared stained lab coat would give away that away in the end. 'Well, at the very lest, I should not worry them even more about bloodshot eyes and a damp face. Might think I'm boiling over like a radiator,' he thought, snorting at the simile he came up with. With all the blubbering he did, that comparison was more apt than he like to think, but he pushed that though away. He shouldn't worry his Pokémon any more than he all has (and will, when he picks up the Luxi and heads home), his wonderful, wonderful Pokémon. 'I don't deserve them, not anymore, but they will stand by me and my grief. I lost my real family, but I still have this one,' he though, earning a uncharacteristic snort from his Alakazam.
"Oh, quit it. You know how I get when I'm moopy. Come on, lets go find those rascal. I'm already in for it, for how long I been away from home, so we better be quick before Tianlong tracks me down and Moonblast my ass to Andromeda, " he said, searching the point they appeared in, a small park in the city, for the sight of two uniquely colored Luxi. There!- He sees them both, happily playing in the moonlight, in a clearing surrounded by a couple of benches and a tree. Quickly, but hollered for them to come back, that it was time to go home. Both of them stop what they were doing, their heads pointed in the direction of their father, before they scurried onward towards him. They quickly assaulted his legs, climbing on him until they appeared in his arms, looking playing at him.
He laughed again, this time filled will joy and a little mischief. "Well, eager aren't you, little guys? If your any rougher, I might have dropped ya right back onto the dirt!" he said, happy to see that the two were alright. Judging by the tired, but slightly indigent eye, they were wore out from their long day of testing and fun. Chuckling, he shifted his arms a little more to better accommodate them, and headed out of the park with his everyone in tow.
His house was close enough; why not take the time to enjoy the beautiful night? That, and avoid his most likely very livid Luxelong for as long as possible. 'A man can dream, can he not?' With that, he head home after a long day, tired, emotional, but feeling better than he had for a long time.
(While the Breeder/Chemist (Sans, whatever his name will be when the chance arises) can be a flaming asshole, its important to remember that he not exactly without a reason to act that way. Normally, he's gruff, but polite and helpful to his co-workers, and loves to drop all kinds of jokes and puns. With the very few human friends he has left, he starts to unfold around them, becoming a lot more relaxed, friendly, and overall friendlier. He's not usually not on that level of rage and frustration, day to day. That level is reserved when he's having significantly shitty days, and anything involving Lucille that isn't about damning her to hell and beyond.)
(He was not always this way, though. Used to be a proud, staltwart, but generous trainer that traversed the region. He helped out as much people as he could, all the while training his pokemon, beating the gyms, and keeping in top form. He was the type of person everyone would want to admire, not natural leader, per say, but someone that could inspire none-of-the-less. Then the Nuclear Crisis happen, and that changed everything. The whole sha-bang resulted in this broken person we see now, doing his damn best to keep himself under check, be a good member of his new family, and trying to find a way to punish Lucille without causing a huge mess for everyone involved with her. We will see if he can succeed. Or maybe not. Some dreams don't come true, after all.)
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
