Nikki
He/Him
45
October 21
Ecruteak City
Heterosexual
Ace Detective (HBIC Agent)
Cadet
I may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for a SECOND that I am one of them.
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Nikita Sokolov
Surprise Visit
POSTED ON May 27, 2024 16:41:21 GMT
[[nospaces] [attr="class","pilotsb"] [attr="class","top"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","subtextbox"] [attr="class","lyrics"] being on the right side does not make one good [attr="class","border"] [attr="class","postbox"] [attr="class","imgavatar"] Nikita had not forgotten about his niece’s supposed arrival. He just thought it was a prank. Or, at most, a ludicrous idea his brother would shake off before getting to the airport. So, he’d fled that knowledge away in the same dusty folder where he stored the name of Santa’s reindeer. The alert from his motion sensor was marked as safe, likely by Barbara. [break][break] Simply telling his brother no should have been enough. Only an insane man would follow through. By the time he arrived home, the spirit of vengeance had been usurped by a tired detective. One that had not bothered to check his phone. The blood-stained nitrile gloves had been destroyed in a burst of purple flames. Any evidence of his misdeeds was similarly disposed of. With another case tied up with a neat little bow, he thought of nothing but the cup of whiskey waiting upstairs. [break][break] Barbara had sighted the girl a few hours ago. A brow rose as she recognized the tuft of tow hair beneath the couch’s blanket. It was from some children’s show Samuel was obsessed with. AN eyesore that Nikita constantly stowed out of sight, only for his ward to discover it in the morning. “Zam.” With a soft smile, the Alakazam lifted the girl with a burst of telekinesis. A proper pillow was inserted beneath her head and the child’s cover swapped for another one. She ended the encounter with a soft kiss and tickle from her mustaches. [break][break] She even left a little platter of snacks for her. She’d prepare one of the spare bedrooms tomorrow. It was too late to wake up Master Samuel. [break][break] As he entered his home, the man was instantly struck by the sense that something was wrong. A hand slipped to his gun, now remembering the earlier false alarm from his sensor. His hand dropped to his gun as he pulled it from the holster. He did not notice Winters skeletal tail give a few sporadic wags. [break][break] Approaching the couch—the blanket out of place—he moved toward it. His eyes were like thunder, his expression a stormcloud. Then, as he would bark at the intruder, his entire body slouched forward. “Arceus.” The detective was almost disappointed it was not Elisabeth Fiorelli sleeping on his couch. “I’m going to kill him.” Perhaps he’d have welcomed @tempest. At the very least, he could shoot them. “I’m going to kill him.” He sank into his armchair with a heavy sigh. Grabbing a pillow behind him, Nikita indulged in uncharacteristic pettiness. [break][break] “Get up.” He threw it at her. His voice is equal parts cold and resigned. Then he’d, well, ask her father to take her back. But, somehow, he doubted that would end well. 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