[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

"Thanks..."

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"...just...give us some space for now...got a lot to think about..."

He's back to that 'bearing the weight of the world' feeling from earlier, and he, Calam, and Kirlia are quick to leave the room.  

The researcher gave a respectful nod of his head to them, not wishing to speak out of turn when he had inexplicitly caused Nathan to despise the very thing he calls his existence. He watched the boy leave the room with his Kirlia and his newest faithful companion, and when the door moved to seal of the room completely, Ventus expression turned from stoically uncomfortable to plain upset. Not at Nathan, mind you; Zekrom knows that the boy desires none of his disdain or scorn! Nor was it about having a secret past life as a Plasma Member, for he had come to terms with that foolish mistake of his so long, long ago. All his current discontent was laided soley at the feet one individual not present there, in Cheshire, or perhaps not even Unova: Ghetsis.

"Damn you to hell, you bastard...damn you to a hell worse than the one of your own mind! You ruined me completely, guided and condemned me to become this half mad freak of a human being, and fucked with the lives of countless, innumerable others, all because you couldn't accept being set back anyway at all! DAMN YOU DAMN YOU DAMN YOU !!!" The former Plasma Member slams his fist into the cold metal table with great force, denting from the sheer force of his wrathful spite. Ventus was huffing over his outburst, barely even feeling how bruised his knuckles were now, before his head slumped down, his orange hair shadowing his eyes from all that could see. "Why couldn't you remained faithful to your beliefs, your truth, remained kind to the family you made with all of us... Why could you not remain as you were, a brilliant and driven man with great plans for all, instead of turning into a demon? Why could you not..have...remained.......with.........me."

*Plop* *Plop* *Plop*. The sound of tears filled the quiet little room, as Ven cried for the betrayel made by Ghetsis to everything he held once dear, and the life with Team Plasma he thought was noble, just , now turn vile and corrupt to its very core by a madman that knew no reason except his own. Ven cried like this, long and hard, until no more tears could be shed. He still grieved long after that, until he felt his heart had finally bleed enough negative feelings on that part of him. The empath straightened up, pulled out a small towel to wipe up all the excess moisture he released, before wiping down the table and everything he touched himself thoroughly out of habit, before putting it away. He then exited the private room, and headed straight for bed. He needed all the rest he could get, in order to recover from today's hectic events, and prepare for tomorrow itself. By morning, he would be back to his cheerful self and not give the others reasons to worry about him, but for now....he just wants to be alone himself.

Order: Ventus is heading to bed right now, as he really doesn't feel like he's in the mood for ANY sort of activity besides some bed rest. The day has been hard on him too, guys! Awaiting the new, more pleasant day!