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

[Dragonstrike]

Spoiler

"Oh. Hm...That would neatly put cause and explanation into the how and why the Outbreak occurred, and it's also lines up with my own hypothesis. *Shakes his head* I don't know how a.....ugh, mad scientist managed to infiltrate the NRF, however. The background screening and mental evaluations required to work here are rather.....rigorous, so it should have been impossible for anyone psychotic to gain clearance to work here...."

Alex is left mulling over this for a few seconds, before a look of dawning realization came to her as she though of an answer.


"……Unless the one responsible for all of this was part of the senior staff and administration, or a deep cover espionage operative of some sort. In that case, they'd be capable of circumventing or covering up any.....unsavory on themselves, and have free access to the facility. *Blinks slowly* ….The only conclusion that can be drawn from this is that the NRF has been stab in the back for the insane, destruction, or both ambitions of one of our own. I had reason to suspect that a saboteur of some kind was responsible for....all of this, but....but its far worse than I thought. Arceas Damn it all. Damn that bastardous, son of a bitch to hell back, whoever it is."

Her face tightens into a scowl as she 'calmly' states this, he fingers almost boaring holes into her coat, and its sleeves threatening to rip open from the strain her muscles flexing tightly against the material. She does de-stress in short order before anything could go awry, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath and snorted it out, before grimacing at you apologetically.

"Nearly lost my temper there. Sorry about that, sir. I'm usually not quick to anger like that, but I guess....the stress and subject matter got to me again. Please, continue."

Hmm...

When you present the evidence that she actually OD, at first she could only gormlessly stare at the syringes and at the empty bottle of morphine, before her eyes shrink into pinpricks and she goes pale as a Soft Sand.

"W-what? B-But.…how? M-Morphine is s-suppose to c-cause only minor memory and...and confusion in large d-doses, n-not full blown amenisa of traumatic events like, like..... I-If I.....and.... should......I don't understand."

Its clear she isn't taking the news well, but she's being remarkably quiet and restrained about it. Guess its a skill she picked out at some point here....

"...I've not even told you the wierdest part yet, if you can believe that.  And I doubt it's news you're going to like, and it probably won't make much sense at first.  Do you need a minute before I continue?"