Lex
She / Her
28
January 2
Goldenrod City
Bi
Thief
Ex-Rocket Beast
Going to hell cause it feels like heaven.
I Hate It Here [m|c]
POSTED ON Oct 29, 2021 19:38:51 GMT
I’m not going anywhere, Lex.
Of course he isn’t, and it’s the pit in her stomach carved out by worry that makes her shift uncomfortably in the vent. In the silence she hears the soft thud of a body hitting the floor from somewhere around a corner. It’s familiar and expected. It’s not long afterward that the Gardevoir appears in her full form in the hallway, crimson eyes locked onto the vent. It’s her ominous way of giving Lex the ‘all clear’.
Her every intention of doing this quietly is thrown out the window when she hears him whisper shit across their link. Lex is primed to think the worst, her worry (and much more) is a tight string ready to snap. The tool falls from her hand, clattering against the metal, “Killian, are you ok?” His answer is the last thing she wants to hear.
“Damn it, Killian, RUN.”
Kaito’s patience for them had no doubt run thin after their recent trip to Johto, and when his patience expired, so did his sense of mercy. With no time to spare, subtlety is thrown out the window. Two strong kicks, and the vent catapults off its hinges, crashing into the wall opposite them.
The Gardevoir stirs in excitement, much preferring a more direct approach instead of the sneaking around. A sharp turn has her leaping over the fallen body of a guard slumbering and no doubt plagued by nightmares, thanks to her companion.
A second ghost appears, cantering before them on spectral hooves. War BULLDOZES forward, straight through the double doors leading to the main administrative office only to find it . . . empty?
Meanwhile, Killian will find himself led to a service elevator at the far end of the casino with his companion. It sinks down below into the belly of the beast, the basement levels, only accessible to those with the clearance. It’s quiet, more private, sound-proof.
It’s a cold, concrete room. The darkness is broken by the flashing TV monitor set up in front of a single chair. In front of the monitor stands a familiar figure with two Houndoom at his feet and the heavy white smoke of a cigar softly drifting through the dull beams of light around his head. His broad shoulders shift slightly at the sound of their entrance but he doesn’t turn, “Been too long, Decker,” he spits the name out like venom, “You’ve been busy, you both have,” it’s rare for him to display such emotion, but there’s clear distaste in his voice. Afterall, his patience for them has grown non-existent, “Sit. Watch.”
It’s a split feed of three different cameras, all situated at a different angle inside the administrative office. It’s empty, and the only movement is the sudden crash of the Spectrier as he BULLDOZES through the doors, “Whoa!” Kaito laugh heartily, “She could always be a bit dramatic, couldn’t she?” he finally spares a glance over his shoulder towards Killian, a pleasant smile wrinkling his dark eyes.
“Ahhhh there she is,” he sighs, admiring what he’s lost, “It’s a pity she has to die,” he gauges Killian for a reaction, expecting one, wanting one, “I know all her tricks, they won’t work this time,” he sounds confident in that as a swarm of Ariados equipped with INSOMNIA begins to flood the room. One could see the panic in the way she jumps as steel doors seal them in and a HAZE fills the room.
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