GOD
He/Him
41
December 25th
Spikemunth
Northeast
Monster
Rocket Beast
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
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Shred
The nerve of this bitch...
Being annoying? Fine. That's not illegal. That's not a crime. Even if it was, who is the pot to call the kettle black? You've been plenty annoying before, and you'll assuredly be annoying again in the future. You don't like her, but you didn't have to like her. No, You just had to grit your teeth long enough to get through this, and odds-on, you'd never have to work with her again. Simple enough.
Insulting you? Fine. Are you supposed to be hurt by her words? You've spent all your life being insulted by people who think they're better than you, and in that tall, tall hierarchy of the rich and popular and powerful, Screamy Bitch ranks low in both influence and in wit. She's just another Rocket Grunt, like you, and if her idea of a scathing comeback is to call you "bone for brains", then her barbs are woefully blunt. She's trying to spite a mountain by throwing stones at it, and you couldn't care less.
Punching you? Fine! It's not even the worst you've been hit this week! You have to respect the sheer moxie of the move. If you were in her shoes, you'd probably have punched yourself, too. It's actually very Shredette of her, y'know? Very cool, very evocative, and very hot. After a showing like that, you might've even considered upgrading her to a full Shredette! Except...
Doing all of that, AND insulting your style? That was where you drew the line.
A part of you felt bad for Sylvia Cousteau , or as you know her, the better Shredette. Really, she's an innocent bystander to what's about to happen. Even now, she's going off about how she loves Bug types and scientific malpractice, without a care in the world. Alas, she got paired with the human equivelants of volatile chemicals and a lit cigarette, and she's got a front row seat to the fireworks.
"You just made the biggest mistake of your life, you cunt."
Your hand settles upon one of your Pokeballs. Fuck your team, fuck Rocket, fuck S.P.E.C.T.R.A, and fuck Xenon Antheil . You're not going to let your pride be insulted like this. You want to talk a big game? Time to back it the fuck up.
"Slither Wing! H--"
CRUNCH! As you release Slither Wing from its Pokeball, it immediately attacks. Unfortunately, its strike lands not on her face, but your own, and unlike Xenon's flimsy excuse for a punch, this one easily breaks your nose. You flop down to the ground, stunned, as the Paradox Pokemon stands over your body, its tail wagging back and forth like an overeager dog.
With a groan, you quickly scramble to your feet, shooting the insect a scornful look as you wipe the trickling blood from your nose. This didn't go quite as you hoped, did it? Well, not much to be done about it now. You can't pick a fight when you've already gotten your ass kicked by your own Pokemon. No, loathe as you are to admit it, that's one warning that you can't just brush off. With your pride sufficiently bruised, you glance between Xenon Antheil and Sylvia Cousteau before you quietly walk over to claim your bracelet. The Postmodern Shredettes aren't disbanding just yet, and you can thank your bastard of a Slither Wing for that.
Though, that doesn't mean you're accepting defeat.
"...This isn't over. We'll settle this later, after this exercise is done with. Try not to die before then, yeah?"
TL;DR - Shred seethes, copes, malds, tries to pick a fight, gets beaten up by his own insect, and decides to play """nice""" for the time being.
Xenon Antheil Sylvia Cousteau
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