Dorian would watch his bound victim with twisted amusement. Taunting her with details of the attack, while the drug would no doubt plague her with visions of the incident, or at least how it'd play out in her mind. Dorian himself had no reason to gag the woman, considering that they were not only on his turf, but that even if the patrons upstairs heard the uproar, they'd probably get a kick out of it. Dorian himself was disappointed in the fact that Stormy wasn't screaming at him. But at the same time, he would derive some enjoyment out of her pathetic weeping.

"What, you're just gonna cry, like a weakling? I guess that's why you'll always be a disappointment, not only as a Silph, but as a Gym Leader!", Dorian would taunt her.

Just then, the door exploded open. "Boss!", the Grunt would call out. Dorian turned to the man, seeing the urgency on his face, even in the dim lighting. "What is it?", Dorian asked, annoyed with the interruption, but willing to hear his man out. "We have company upstairs!", he'd call out.

With a sigh, Dorian would quickly fill a second syringe with the antidote, injecting it into Stormy, before ushering in the nearest Grunt, one who was wearing a mask, for whatever reason. "You there! Relocate the prisoner! And if you do anything naughty, I will burn you alive!", Dorian told the man, his tone serious as he handed the man the keys to her handcuffs. Dorian then marched out of the room, pipe in hand.

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Upstairs in the bar, Mister Bigglesworth was already on the scene. The Dark-type saw that one of the two executives was possessed by a Ghost-type. As Dorian would arrive, the Incineroar would let out a frightful Roar at the possessed Executive. This, in turn, would purge the Dusknoir from the man's body. Consequentially, this would further frighten the patrons of the bar. The panic would be enough to give the Dusknoir a window to escape the room.

"Hunt down that Ghost with me, Mister Bigglesworth!", Dorian ordered the creature. The two of them would leave the main room, in order to begin their hunt.

And the chaos would allow the Charizard to make it to her master relatively undetected. Those around the area were too preoccupied with what transpired earlier, along with most of them being drunk off their asses, that they would fail to notice the Charizard. Those who did assumed it was Flaming Lizzy, a Charizard under Dorian's ownership. In any case, there wasn't any objection to the fact that a Charizard was wandering into the bar.

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Dorian would quickly come to the realization that perhaps this is what the Dusknoir wanted. Dorian had been separated from his prisoner, having left her to some faceless Grunt to be brought to a new location. Dorian and Mister Bigglesworth would rush towards the back exit to the building, hoping to catch the Grunt and Stormy. By the time the two got out, he would find the man he entrusted Stormy to beaten on the ground, knocked unconscious.

"Mister Bigglesworth, get this man some help!", Dorian ordered the Incineroar, urgency in his voice. The Incineroar nodded, rushing back in to find any sober guards. Meanwhile, Dorian would bring out Flaming Lizzy. "Flaming Lizzy, I need you to-", Dorian started, before looking to the sky to see a Charizard flying off. "I need you to give chase!", Dorian told the Charizard, before climbing onto her back. From there, the two would take off, attempting to catch up to the Charizard, who no doubt made off with his prisoner.

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tags: Stormy Silph Laurence Anderson
notes: And he's back