molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
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snake-eyed with a sly smile
a beast of burden [c]
POSTED ON Jul 2, 2019 15:35:53 GMT
[attr="class","anyapost"]she welcomes change. warfare, slaughter, has been the same for a millennia, and she's grown bored with the current state of affairs. if silas hadn't been so easy to manipulate and take advantage of in his manic state of mind, she'd have turned to other outlets a long time ago. the world is an unforgiving place and there's many who would reward her methods.
she raises a cigarette to her lips, inhales, leans back against a dilapidated building just inside the confines of slateport. what boats haven't been ransacked by unchecked grunts drift against their bindings.
she flicks ash. her pocket buzzes. unknown caller. she raises the phone to her ear, inhales more smoke, half-closes her eyes as she listens.
a smile curls at her lips.
this is evolution.
she's an inkling as to who's on the other end of the line. as the call disconnects, she thinks back to the footage she'd witnessed several days ago, the public outcry following the aftermath of the goliaths that now threaten their world.
rocket is gone, promise the league, and we will turn towards this new foe with unwavering resolve. we will protect you.
but now that silas has been disposed of, the metamorphosis has begun. they've only jump-started the next chain of events. warfare, slaughter--the tactics never change; people die with bullet holes in their chests, choked by psychic forces from armor-fitted pokemon.
it's brutish, boring. but now rocket has a clean slate. now they can fester in the darkness like they're supposed to. cockroaches don't die so easily.
she flicks her cig to the ground, clears her throat. the statuette lions at either side of her blink, shaking out their coats as they rise to follow her. they arch their backs in unison, stretching with jaws open, tongues lolling, teeth glinting.
she boards one of the boats, sniffs disdainfully when a half-drunk grunt is woken from his slumber. "i's all over, lady. we're--hicc--eughall finished. i's done."
"kain, dear." the male pyroar lunges, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him overboard.
"w-wait, i can't swim!"
she turns incredulously as she twists the boat's key (withdrawn from her pocket) in the ignition. shiva's jaws snap around the ropes tethering it to the dock. he flounders in the water and anya laughs. "then what the fuck were you doing here?"
the engine sputters to life and she heads off. the twin pyroar stare at the wake she leaves behind. fingers slip under the waves.
x x x
the arrangements are as promised, though she's not surprised. she takes the elevator to the 26th floor, as per his instruction, hands lovingly scratching at the backs of her pyroars. they purr affectionately, though fall quiet as the elevator doors click open. her heels clack against the floor.
1209 looms before her and she knocks twice before entering. the lions follow behind her and she shuts the door.
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