Wayland
He/Him
Twenty-Eight
March Twenty-First
Vermillion City
Heterosexual
League Turncoat
Eh
Should I bite my tongue, until blood soaks my shirt?
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KING WAYLAND
arid anger [m]
POSTED ON Jun 30, 2021 6:17:52 GMT
[nospaces][attr="class","king"]TIME TO SKIN SOME BASTARDS...[break]
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king chuckles dryly and rolls his eyes at her remark, but keeps his lips closed. from what little he knew of the raven-haired woman, he feared their battle of wits would consume their entire day. normally, that wasn't a bad thing. but then again, he wasn't usually sweating his balls off in the middle of a fuckin' desert.
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"they both sound 'bout even."
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he gives her a dismissive shrug. whether it was lulu or sweetheart, it didn't really matter to king. sure, his name was king, but she could've called him 'shit dick' and he'd probably have responded.
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"cleanin' up?"
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the blue-eyed man gives lulu a bewildered look. one that teetered on the border of irritation, or anger.
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"so i teach ye how to skin the fuckers, win the bet, best ye hound over there, and need to plan the transfer. yet ye expectin' me to clean this shit up? ye out of yer damned mind woman?"
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he wasn't sure whether to laugh mockingly or in genuine amusement. either way, king, like he suspected lulu in regards to her name, had little patience for some matters.
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"carryin' i can do — that's the easy part. find yerself a spineless twat to clean this mess up, or do it yerself. but it sure as fuck ain't gonna be me."
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king returns the gabite to the confines of her capsule, and in turn, summons two more pokemon — falinkses. now, surrounded by alpha, bravo and charlie company, he flicks one of the dead, but unskinned snakes towards the group.
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"round these up n' prepare to ship out to a safehouse."
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rocket had all sorts of safehouses hidden all over hoenn. his long tenure with the league had acclimated him to the idea of prolonged stays at these small, and often cramped spaces. so, the idea of camping out in one of the rest of the day didn't quite bother him. in-fact, he found comfort in the gesture.
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he makes his way out of ruined landscape and takes a few steps towards departing, all the while the dozen or so pokemon, each led by their respective brass, move to follow out his orders.
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