The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
Sugar and Spice
POSTED ON Nov 9, 2022 18:44:37 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗 [attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW? [attr="class","skullbody"]If there was one thing that Isaac and Cygne had in common, it was that they knew the value of intimidation. However, past the concept level, their approaches proved very, very different.[break][break] Isaac was ever the showman, hitting his foes right in the nerve with his overly-serene facade. If they hesitated, he'd have a knife, and with it he'd have some far more lethal leverage to ply them with. If someone's nerve broke, he'd successfully peel them off the main group, taking away from the numbers game advantage. But no matter the option, it was all just a big show. He'd much prefer letting his presence do the talking for him instead of shedding more blood.[break][break] Cygne did not have the same qualms. And if these creeps wanted to escalate, she was going to show them what escalation was really capable of. The speed at which her Zoroark moved was nothing short of beautiful, sending two of the thugs to the floor in seconds with the tug of an ankle. One of them was out cold immediately. The other had the strength to weakly reach for the fallen knife. Casually, Isaac stepped forward, putting a foot on the blade and sliding it behind him.[break][break] And then for good measure, Zoroark sliced his hand off. The attack's precision was chilling.[break][break] That was far from the end of things. Isaac could barely even see what the Zoroark had done. One minute, she'd dashed right in front of two more of the thugs. The next, they had fallen over, clutching their faces. Only their complete refusal to fight and a few drops of blood on the stone gave a hint as to what might have happened.[break][break] Then Isaac saw the eyeballs lined up on her claws and his stomach did a backflip.[break][break] It wasn't exactly that he felt sorry for the fucks. Best case scenario, they were greedy and shortsighted to the point where they didn't know when to back down. Otherwise, they were being spiteful and cruel, and deserved nothing but scorn. But that didn't make it easier to see a claw adorned with organs like some sort of macabre shishkabob. Those were inside of a person. And now they're not. Hell, they were removed with such practiced efficiency that Cygne was able to just casually rate her Pokemon's performance.[break][break] In the League's eyes, they were criminals, too. With what was brewing in the manner of days, they would be branded as worse. Greedy and shortsighted, or spiteful and cruel. No matter the reason, if the League decided an eye for an eye, the price would be the same. He could imagine how it felt; pained, confused, frightened. Bruises could fade, broken bones could mend, even a lost hand could be repaired. But this wound was forever. And it all came from a paradox; one bad day and hundreds of worse choices.[break][break] Isaac wondered what he'd do in their shoes. Were he in Cygne's, he wondered if he could ever follow through.[break][break] It was immaterial. There were no crooks with fight left in them after that display. One of them started peeling their fallen companions off the ground, those with enough strength to stagger around dragging away those without. The other ran to his blinded companions, easing one panicked man onto each shoulder. "The fuck is wrong with you people!?" he shouted (perhaps hypocritically).[break][break] "If you didn't want to get cut, then you shouldn't have taken out the knives." Far from his usual bravado, Isaac's voice was cold and hard. It was equal parts a threat and a contemplation. It was also enough to get the man and his companions scrambling all the faster. Between their lack of vision and his attempts at bearing both of their weights, it was equal parts a clownish and ghoulish spectacle.[break][break] Maybe it was pertinent advice. But it was advice Isaac could not follow. His affiliation was a knife that had been welded into his grip. 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