[Game] Lord Windos' PokeRole Adventure: Celadon City Vandel

[Lord Windos]

@PhantomUnderYourDesk

Emily into even more giggles as you rally on the cause of true artistry, until they pumped their arms and shouted loud and clear: "YEAH! Art comes from the heart, and we just have to share it with everyone so they can experience it for themselves!!!" Your tonal change and almost off handed remark afterwards suddenly curtailed her jubulations, the little miss stopping to cock her head at you with a curious look, like a confused Growlithe that lost its bone and thinks you know where its at. "What other 'paths' are their in art, Ms. Mina, and why do you sound so....grumpy about it?" Normally she wouldn't have pry or be so forward with her questioning, but your own eager acceptance and generally easy going mood helped coax her to be so loose liped!

After she fetched your sketchbook (and having your slight mental breakdown during that moment), she gave you a funny look at the mention that you didn't own a the Sketching species, but that was quickly dispelled when you began transferring Porygon from the third dimension to the second. The smol artist scooted closely to you in order to drink in all the details of you style, from the way you drew your lines, the speed at which you did so, what references you used and in what ways etc.. , growing more and more amazed as her digiduck was copied in stunning clarity before her very eyes! Porygon was perfectly still and calm for their part of the process, but could help wonder what was so interesting about it for [(SCANNING.......ERROR, SPECIES READS HUMAN-NINETALES HYBRID. IMPOSSIBLE COMBINATION. REBOOT?)] .....her to suddenly want to draw it.

When you finished and offer both your answer to her question earlier and the absolutely mind blowing high quality sketches of Porygon (In world, everything Mina draws looks GREAT, even if she tries to fuck up on purpose!), Emily eagerly snatched up both, bobbing her head up and down like a drinking Doduo as she clutch the drawing with doppy, cheerful grin only an kid could pull off well. "Thank you Ms. Mina! I'll be real sure to follow your advice and pay even MORE attention to what I'm drawing, uh huh! Um, and could maybe pretty please autograph this for me? "

The moment you shine the metaphoric spotlight on the Letter the little miss is carrying, it was like you flipped a switched.

Immediately her cheerful mood dried up like a puddle of water on a hot Sunny Day, her expression becoming grave, serious, and angry , and though you couldn't them due to her sunglasses, you imagined she was staring right at you. Her hands were now clenched into fist, with the Letter almost being crumpled up into an unreadable mess, but she restrained herself enough that it wouldn't happen. Slowly, so slowly , she brought it up to you , and placed it into your lap.

".......Its a letter from Archie, for you Ms Mina. You were supposed to get this earlier, but because of what happened last night you....didn't. Here. Take it."

After saying this, she gets up and off the bed, returning Porygon to their Pokeball while they doing so, and headed for the door.

"......I'll let you read it by yourself, ok? Don't want to bother you.......or find what that motherfucking cunt wrote. See you later....."

Then, she opened the door and exited the room, quickly speeding down the hall and out of earshot before you could even react to the profanity she uttered. All of the sudden, that Letter seems a whole lot more significant than before......

When you open it up, this is what it has to say:

To Mina, My Artist Extraordinare

Hello, Mina. I hope you've been well and happy since you took your monthly haitus from your Art Studio to explore the region(s) for insipiration, and I apologize for summoning you back on such short notice while you were in the midst of it, but the reason I've done so will be gravely apparent soon. 'Gravely'. How appropriate of a word to describe my follies all so succiently.

I'll be blunt and straightforward with you, Mina: I will be dead when you read this. Regretably, my wife is certainly fulfilling the 'till death do us part' part of our marriage vows as I write this to you, if you would forgive the horrible joke. Its taking all my Willpower not to breakdown and puncture my corata artery with this pen I'm using to end my miserable and worthless life to join Kyubi in the here after, and a little humor goes a long way to staving off that oh so welcoming desire......

As it stands, you are probably in a dazed state of shock and disbelief as your mind tries to reconstruct what happened as you keep reading, if I know you as well as I do, so let me clarify things for you. I'll first preface my explaination by saying this, though: its all my fault. There, now its on the record, for whatever my word is worth at this point.

To be concise and now keep you in suspense, I'll tell you right away why I am not long for this world. I murdered a little girl out of anger and a desire for revenge over her friend robbing me due to taking all her Poke after she lost a battle to me- a whole chain of bad decisions I kicked off, basically. Said friend took reasonably offense to that, and put a hit out for my head and capture by a certain individual who demands they remain anonomyous, or else will 'castrate you and feed ya your own balls.' Their words, not mine, obviously.

Said person also requested that I send word to you about meeting up with him to meet up with you about acquiring your services himself for the artist, whom I've been told is somehow alive despite me shootting her in the skull with my Desert Eagle and watching her go limp, and explain things to you such that it smooths over any possible tensions between you and them due to his plans to enact revenge upon me. You'll have to discuss the details of that exchange with them yourself, since I will have no say in that matter besides deathly silence.



Forgive me if I'm too blunt or graphic with my words. Its as I said earlier, I'm on the verge of breakdown and suicide, so any tact and decorum have for all intents and purposes has left me like my will to live. It seems I've gained an ample amount of gallows humor to cope with such lose, though its poultry recompensation I assure you.

Now where was I? Oh yes, finishing up my recap for you, among other things. In essence, I was the architect of my own death, killing an aspiring child artist and receiving swift karmic retribution. I've commited a horrible crime and sin, and I will paying for it with my life in relatively short time. Which would be a relief at this point, as that means Kyubi will not have to wait any longer for me.

In any case, my death and 'obligation' will leave you both without a sutainable job and at the mercies of a individual who's ruthless and resourceful enough to bring me to justice. A hard, tough spot, if you will. Because of this, I will leave instruction for you to acquire ownship the entirety of my private bank account separate from my main ones to you, and give you full ownship over the Art Studio and all the works you've produced under me to do with as you wish. This should give you enough wealth and influence to survive without my patronage, and is fitting compensation for burdening you with my failures and leaving you in the tender mercies of my enemies.

Additionally, using some of my funds and my collection of rare firearms, I have arranged for several things outside my soon to be executioner's knowledge with the assassin he sent to capture. I can't tell you of them, since there is the distinct but understandable possibility you'll relinquish this Letter to them in one fashion or another, but with that creative mind of yours I'm sure you'll come about the truth among the myriad idea you'll conjure up. If you (Not Mina) are reading this, then all I have to say for myself is that you sir are a nosy individual, and that even though I now realize my crimes and sins, it does not absolve your own. Burn in Hell.

One thing I can and must tell you, however, is an opportunity for you to escape this great big mess I've made. I've arranged for you discrete and untrackable transport out of Kanto, and back to your home land of Alola. All you have to do is go to this Hotel [Insert Name Here], ask the manager for 'Picasso's Ear' , and within the hour you'll be safely and quietly escorted far, far away from Celadon. You don't deserve to suffer the consequences of my action anymore than you will be, so if you do not wish to be a part of this any longer, escape the city when you can. Trust no one but yourself until you feet touch upon Alolan soil, and whatever you do avoid Team Rocket at all costs.

I believe that is everything. I've explained my situation, informed you of the individuals deal, set you up with a trust fund, and warned you sufficiently about the dangers of this situation while leaving you an out. Yes, that's everything.

With that, I must now say good bye to you Mina. Despite how capracious I was and how 'unprofessionally' I acted from time to time, you were and still are one of my most cherished friends in this world. You so easily accepted my love of Kyubi, and even fully endorsed it by creating masterful renditions of our relationship and attending our wedding. I'll even admit you help give me a finer appreciate for the little details in our lives we seem to forget, and teaching me how to let go sometimes and go with the flow.

Now, its time for me to let go for the last time.

Do not mourn for me, for I do not deserve such sympathy at this point, but I beg of you try to remember me fondly. I've done horrible things, but I never involved my friend or loved ones in those affairs of mine.

Well, until now, that is.

For the last time now

I will bid you fare the well

And wish you the best.

Paint your heart upon the world,

Archie Sterling

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