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“Congratulations!”
The shower of well-wishes and champagne exploded all around Robin. The Gardevoir smiled, shook hands, and thanked those all about. It wasn’t easy leaving a company he’d been part of for close to two years, meeting a number of wonderful employees and customers—his current wife, for example.
Humming as he stepped aside for a moment to admire what’s left of his office, the little personalized touches moved out. The dust shadows wiped away and…it looked empty. Until he noticed just who was sitting in his old swivel chair.
“Ah, I didn’t think you’d come.” He chuckles, giving a faintly familiar face a second look. “You seem to have disappeared off the face of the region, and gotten tangled with the wrong sort of people?”
“Please.” Cherryl DeVille almost snorted, and tossed her rough-cut shaggy-pixie hair back. “Pencil skirts and one inch heels are so boring. It was all boring.”
“A mere formality.” He closed the door behind him, and leaned against it with his arms crossed. “So.”
“So.”
The fake smiles they shared with one another, one somewhat friendly and the other somewhat mocking, maintained their shape as the silence overshadowed them.
“You won’t be working with Gotts again, surely.” He pro-offers, ruby eyes watching her laid back shoulders. The relaxed empress almost lazy despite the commanding presence she held. “It was quite tense before.”
“You didn’t think your replacement came to you out of nowhere.” It’d be a trick of a light, to see a smoke ring leaving her pouty lips. “You aren’t stupid Robby.”
“I was suspicious.” He chuckles, “Ms Draketooth seems rather grumpy, much like Ms Pisces is.”
His laugh gradually trailed off, and he let a slow exasperated breath out.
“She working for you?” His eyes are sharp again.
“She owes me a favour.”
“Favours don’t include contracts and managerial duties.”
“Not the favours you do, Robby-boy.” Her mocking-smile curls into a thin smirk.
It took them both all of ten seconds before gut-bursting laughter rang in the room. Deafened by fairly loud music outside on the Night’s Whispers’ floor.
“You won’t be staying long.” A statement, not his question.
“I don’t really ever.” A short huff, a lazy shrug, “I may be back for your wedding. Congrats.”
“I didn’t invite you.”
“I can invite myself.”
Those four words made him grin.
“You know, we could have had a beautiful friendship madam.”
“Ugh.” She threw her arms out to rest on the sides of her chair. “How naïve.”
“Everyone could use more friends.”
“Not in a game for the top, Robin. Not in that game.”
He arches his brow, but swallowed his question as a portal opened up behind his chair. Time is up, he simply assumes.
Though what game will be played…?
The shower of well-wishes and champagne exploded all around Robin. The Gardevoir smiled, shook hands, and thanked those all about. It wasn’t easy leaving a company he’d been part of for close to two years, meeting a number of wonderful employees and customers—his current wife, for example.
Humming as he stepped aside for a moment to admire what’s left of his office, the little personalized touches moved out. The dust shadows wiped away and…it looked empty. Until he noticed just who was sitting in his old swivel chair.
“Ah, I didn’t think you’d come.” He chuckles, giving a faintly familiar face a second look. “You seem to have disappeared off the face of the region, and gotten tangled with the wrong sort of people?”
“Please.” Cherryl DeVille almost snorted, and tossed her rough-cut shaggy-pixie hair back. “Pencil skirts and one inch heels are so boring. It was all boring.”
“A mere formality.” He closed the door behind him, and leaned against it with his arms crossed. “So.”
“So.”
The fake smiles they shared with one another, one somewhat friendly and the other somewhat mocking, maintained their shape as the silence overshadowed them.
“You won’t be working with Gotts again, surely.” He pro-offers, ruby eyes watching her laid back shoulders. The relaxed empress almost lazy despite the commanding presence she held. “It was quite tense before.”
“You didn’t think your replacement came to you out of nowhere.” It’d be a trick of a light, to see a smoke ring leaving her pouty lips. “You aren’t stupid Robby.”
“I was suspicious.” He chuckles, “Ms Draketooth seems rather grumpy, much like Ms Pisces is.”
His laugh gradually trailed off, and he let a slow exasperated breath out.
“She working for you?” His eyes are sharp again.
“She owes me a favour.”
“Favours don’t include contracts and managerial duties.”
“Not the favours you do, Robby-boy.” Her mocking-smile curls into a thin smirk.
It took them both all of ten seconds before gut-bursting laughter rang in the room. Deafened by fairly loud music outside on the Night’s Whispers’ floor.
“You won’t be staying long.” A statement, not his question.
“I don’t really ever.” A short huff, a lazy shrug, “I may be back for your wedding. Congrats.”
“I didn’t invite you.”
“I can invite myself.”
Those four words made him grin.
“You know, we could have had a beautiful friendship madam.”
“Ugh.” She threw her arms out to rest on the sides of her chair. “How naïve.”
“Everyone could use more friends.”
“Not in a game for the top, Robin. Not in that game.”
He arches his brow, but swallowed his question as a portal opened up behind his chair. Time is up, he simply assumes.
Though what game will be played…?
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Idea Intro
In the dim abandoned lab, the wire heavy reinforced table stood as the sole, major source of light. Amazing that the building even survived being almost in the middle of the warzone to begin with, let alone still hold enough power to maintain this sole room after all this time...
Stagnant air greeted the hazmat team as they entered, the crew expected some of the biological fallout to remain akin to the outside but all their devices said the same conclusion, none at all.
"Doctor. What do we expect to find here?" One in a suit marked R-66Y asked as the flashlights on their suits powered on.
"Our past sadly..." The one dubbed "doctor" answere
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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Brevity
On the night when worlds meet at the veils of existence
I had a dream
It left me with a cold grip in my heart and a burning acid in my veins
It wasn't the first, and surely won't be my last
But in this night I felt it more clearly than I saw it
And it left me in fear I had never before known
Nor ever want to have again
For it felt as if I had walked in a night of a world at-end
It had not the feel of the world I live in.
The light filtered differently through the air as if the very composition of whatever the inhabitants existed in was not the same as what I am now.
Gravity as a force felt odd, but not so fully as I moved down a long dark ca
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It's disgusting how long it's been since I've written prose, let alone the last time I wrote about RP characters IN said prose.
Be prepared
Robin Glen, Cherryl DeVille, Gotts, Pisces © Slayer-1412
Percy (mentioned) © neo-noctilucent/Advent-arcus
Pokemon © Nintendo & GameFreak
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I can try the roleplay?