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POSTED ON Aug 5, 2021 4:41:04 GMT
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The atmosphere here is suffocating as ever, never seeming to hold even a trace of whatever warmth had once flood this home. He acknowledges the greeting with a gaze, but no longer holds any response for a meaningless phrase.

It doesn't need to be said that he's ready to snap at a moment's notice, just waiting to grab that throat and wring it. But he's cold, not entirely cruel - Not when it comes to reading the person he once called his brother.

To be a reflection through and through, he gives the same pointed gaze to Archon.

What's with this farce? And why now?

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POSTED ON Aug 2, 2021 13:59:42 GMT
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He has no need for words, especially not in a situation like this.

After all the time he'd spent running from his sins, after all the effort he'd put into covering his trail. What had made him finally snap? Does he need an answer to this question? Does he really want to know what Archon is thinking after all these years? Bael remains silent but the hand that remains in his pocket is telling enough of his expectations.

How very symbolic. To seek a conclusion in the place where it all started.

He only hopes that what he finds in there isn't dead just yet.

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POSTED ON Jul 29, 2021 8:39:48 GMT
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What does he want to be doing?

Punching a wall, hunting a target, anything that means that he won't sit idle any longer. Hoenn is too peaceful and whilst the prospect of a Sootopolis takeover is promising, the time spent waiting for the plans to progress may just kill him.

"Recruits, huh? I'll consider."

A sure pain in the ass, especially when dealing with those who flagrantly bend the rules simply because Rocket has turned away from its violent ways. He supposes they'll keep his senses sharp for now but his mind is already set on what he wishes to do -

"Archon comes first."

What needs to be done.

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2021 8:01:06 GMT
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"You assume you'd be worth the effort."

The eyes remain a window to a person's soul, the intent to murder replaced by something else, something far more primal than human instinct to exact revenge on others - That poisonous lust for combat, that deep yearning to incite a war.

Without even a whistle, the Hydreigon unleashes a Tri Attack.

"You chose to come here, now show me why."

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2021 5:35:31 GMT
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Bonds had meant nothing the moment the thought of betrayal had crossed Archon's mind. Rocket had lost a valuable asset, Gavin had lost a precious teammate. But Bael? How was he meant to call a coward his brother?

If anything, it felt like he had cut a liability out of his life.

Appreciation isn't shown through words but a brief nod and a readiness to move onto other topics. After all, he's sure that Gavin has more important things to do than worry about family squabbles.

"Kanto... What's next?"

Busy idle hands, keep mundane thoughts away.

"Anything for me to do here?"

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POSTED ON Jul 3, 2021 16:51:53 GMT
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It is the prerogative of chaos to adorn herself with the ornaments of madness, beauty lying in the scent of gasoline and char that lingers upon her fingertips. While deemed unnecessary, he cannot fault effort that ultimately produces results. He can, however, be openly disapproving of her actions regardless.

A frown tugs at the ends of his lips, a sigh withheld even as he raises an eyebrow - The usual signal that he'd give: Don't breathe a single word about it and you won't have to explain yourself to the admins. After all, anything is considered legal in Rocket's eyes as long as you don't get caught doing so.

Ah, but sometimes he truly doubts that she's listening. Watching as Nikita immediately rushes after a stray Porygon, Bael finally releases the sigh he's been holding, a soft whistle wavering in the passing winds as a Hydreigon appears.

Track.

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POSTED ON Jun 25, 2021 4:12:31 GMT
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Skill are honed through practice, senses kept sharp through even the most mundane of tasks. When he's not being sent to take down unruly resistances, Bael finds comfort in busying idle hands. His attention hovers over the message, his attention piqued by the notice of working in a pair. The administration knew better than to partner him up with just about anyone - Whilst his performance wouldn't be significantly hindered by the presence of another, Bael couldn't care less about ensuring their safety nor sanity.

So what then? He turns the corner all too readily.

"Figures." Brusque is his greeting, his gaze dripping over the elusive companion. "Fires only after the Porygons, Nikki."

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POSTED ON Jun 25, 2021 3:45:30 GMT
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Of course he knew. Why wouldn't he? Though his expression doesn't seem to change much from the admission, Bael's eyes are quick to betray the questions welling beneath.

Why? Why was Archon here? Why has Gavin left him alone for so long?

Why did Gavin try to kill what wasn't his to take?

He takes a soft breath, cracking his neck as he blinds himself to the noise in his head.

"Where can I find him?"

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POSTED ON Jun 6, 2021 6:27:45 GMT
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Had it not been for the fact that he remains aware of Gavin's rank, Bael most certainly would have kicked this door wide open with a little help from Hecate. In fact, he still has half a mind to do so, gently cracking his neck as he watches the grunt turn his attention to his phone. Seconds after, the damned door finally opens, his brows raised at the sight of a ragged man as he wonders if he's staring at the correct person.

"Gav." He nods, a hint of pride carried in his voice as he witnesses the leader that Gavin has turned into - His hesitance seems to have been buried deep under, smoothed over by a newfound purpose that Bael has yet to know. But all good things will be learnt in good time, there is no need to cast a discussion in another direction just yet when he has a few too many questions he needs answered.

He steps into the room with the warm invite, a flicker of recognition earning the decor a brief sigh as he listens to the door closing behind them. Even if there were seats in the office, Bael finds himself more at ease to be leaning against the wall, idle hands fidgeting with his blade as he eyes the Sylveon.

"Didn't mean to. Habits die hard." Succinct yet not quite meant to be rude, it is clear that he retains his inability to carry out small talk, remains guarded yet receptive to questions posed and answers expected. It's the same as every report he's made to higherups, devoid of unnecessary details and unnaturally ready to dispose of any threat that may be thrown his way.

After all, has never once warned him before tossing him to the wolves.

He allows a moment of silence, provides Gavin the time he needs to recollect his thoughts or catch up with the recent events in their lives but as soon as it's over, he's pulling a picture from his pocket and sliding it across Gavin's desk.

", gym leader of Fortree, participant of the Lilycove war. Dead man walking." He's somewhat certain that Gavin would be informed of their identity, a pause taken to recollect the scene before his very eyes - The fear, the despair, the crimson colours that had bloomed... "Stabbed him in his city the other day. Turns out he's haemophobic. Neat fact but not as important as what he knows."

Another picture is slid across the table, one that Gavin would most definitely recognise.

"Have you known that @archon is in Hoenn?"

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POSTED ON Jun 5, 2021 15:19:51 GMT
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For a brief moment, he has to remind himself of where he stands, as a passenger of the Rocket sub and not a hunter sent to pursue deserters. A knife spins between his fingers, once with a silver glint then gone with the next, safely tucked away so as to prevent an accidental gutting.

"Where's Gav?" All questions posed are swept away with a question of his own, an empty gaze beckoning for them to speak before he spares the stubborn door yet another glare. Whether given voluntarily or pried from bleeding gums, Bael expects to receive a satisfactory answer that he may continue off of.

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POSTED ON Jun 1, 2021 0:19:24 GMT
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"What the fuck."

He needs answers and he needs them now, but he's hindered by an obstacle that he's never seen coming, stopped from possessing the knowledge by a singular entity so powerful that he can't possibly begin to comprehend.

That's right.

Bael Caldwell can't open a fucking door.

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POSTED ON May 28, 2021 4:08:40 GMT
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"But what if he doesn't, simply because he doesn't want you to know what he's done?"

Hope is met with a cruel possibility, belief snuffed out by the introduction of uncertainties.

"Everyone has their secrets, but the severity of each one differs from person to person... You're tumbling down a rabbit hole that you never knew existed just by associating with him..."

The cheshire grins from ear to ear, shadows seeming to waver and dance upon the edges of his figure. There wasn't any need to dictate the direction that this Alice needed to take. After all, he would eventually get somewhere as long as he walked for long enough.

Before Alexei has a chance to break free, he's pulling the blade right from his hands, sharpened edges sliding over exposed palms and pulling away with a crimson bloom. Perhaps, he's yanked forwards by the force of such an action. Perhaps, he finds himself getting winded as something big rams right into his back. Either way, he's thrown to the ground, the glimmer of silver now blending into the once beautiful evening sky as Bael hovers over the man, a heel shoved straight into his chest as he puts part of his weight into it.

"Who I am is probably a question best left for dear Archie to answer."

Everything is clicking together, every fibre of his being is screaming, every thought that floods his mind is of the intent to harm. But he resists for now, far more intrigued by what's to be uncovered of this stranger's identity. A clean knife is driven straight into his palm, pinning him right to the ground, engraved with a familiar pattern and a message for its intended receiver.

"Let's see here..." With hands reaching straight for any pockets he can find, Bael rummages around for a hot second until his fingers scrape the surface of an object, fishing it straight out and flicking it right open as he searches through the wallet. "Alexei Ivanov... working at the Sanctuary, huh? How noble." Any attempts to kick or fight back are warded off with a deadly precision, a knife plunged straight into the calves and sharply twisted before being pulled out once more.

"Know that anything that's transpired here is solely due to you getting involved with the wrong people..." With a sigh, he pulls away from the mess he's created, a brief flick of his knife splattering red over the ground as he examines the blade for any more stains. "No matter how nice they act, how beautiful they may seem, the greatest monsters are those who successfully parade themselves as humans."

His steps grow further, quieter with each stride as he leaves the man to stew in his own suffering and paranoia. There's no need to feed the doubt any further for the human imagination serves that role way better than one can ever hope to understand.

All he needs to do now is wait.



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POSTED ON May 27, 2021 18:24:55 GMT
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Crumbling into a stuttering mess, trembling under his touch - Humans are such fragile creatures with their precious sentiments and hard-earned trust. All it takes is one push, one stab into the right cracks to pry their minds open and dig into their mental. With enough of a threat lurking in the shadows, people are forced to act, instincts working to preserve whatever's there...

Or at least, whatever may be left.

The lingering scent of haemophobia does not go unnoticed, a quiet grin tracing his lips as he senses the noose tightening around his prey's neck. It's adorable how he whimpers and begs, uncertain of his own words even as he tries to piece a reasoning together. Even if he realises the difference now, he's already ensnared in the spider's web, a lost sheep who's wandered far too deep into the wolf's den to make it out without a scrape.

"What makes you think your precious Archie isn't?"

In that moment, he holds that name upon a venomous tongue, a serpent's warning whispered into Adam's ears as it speaks of the sins Eve has committed. Resistance is met with pressure, a cold, calculative gaze catching the man within his grasps and harshly sizing him up.

"What questions does dear Archie try to skirt around? The past? The reasons why he's here? The true nature he possesses?"

The thought is sown, deep into the consciousness and buried under the noise.

"Tell me, what do you know about him? If anything at all?"


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POSTED ON May 27, 2021 2:56:26 GMT
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So he'd fallen, fallen from grace, fallen in love, fallen by the wayside and decided to erase the sins crawling under his skin. Somehow, it all clicks together for the older Caldwell, the stars seeming to gleam with that same hint of brilliance that crosses his mind.

Should fate have given him a chance to steal the name of a traitor, oh would he be the wolf that wore sheep's clothing. A quick tug of the stranger's wrist pulls him in, their heat entangling in the violent pool of summer's arrival. Golden eyes swim with a hint of beautiful mischief, his gaze unflinching as he meets the eyes of the other, a coy smile tracing his lips as he allows them to touch his hair for once.

"What made you think you had a chance?" The words are a secret kept just for the two of them, fleeting and disappearing into the lonely night upon gentle whispers. "You've become boring... just a lost puppy that's following me without thought..." Danger lingers in the way he leans in, his breath quickly tracing their neckline as he drowns in their scent. "What makes you think it's safe to let your guard down around me?"

Intoxicating is the fear that they exude, a light chuckle rumbling in their ears as he pulls away. "I could hurt you anytime... Make you disappear without a trace..." His fingers remain ever so nimble, a delicate touch fluttering over silver as he carefully places the tip of a knife against his throat.

"So you say you're scared... How much of it is because of denial? A refusal to accept that I'm not as nice as you think?" A light amount of pressure presses the edge right into skin, a spark of mania blooming in his chest even as his expressions remain gentle, comforting even. "Think hard about it... What about this is just an act? You've just been blinding yourself and believing in fantasies..." Red is the life drawn out by metal, the scent of rust souring the air as he smiles, his head tilting with an invitation to challenge him.

"If there's anything you've gotten right, it's that you should be scared of me."


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POSTED ON May 22, 2021 0:29:32 GMT
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 Archie.

There is a flash of recognition that passes through his head with the mention of that name. Perhaps, it's one that he'd be better off forgetting to the endless dark.

"Do not call me that." And yet, he can't help but hold that name upon his tongue, a small hint of disdain dripping from his tone as he turns his gaze to the stranger. Being mistaken for his brother somehow feels like a chilling breath of deja vu, a silent discomfort blooming in his actions as it twists and constricts his chest.

Just as Bael's about to dismiss the stranger with a harshly worded farewell, he notices just how close they've gotten, close enough to dare to reach for his hair. And something in him snaps, a sharp snarl ripping through his throat as he grips their hand within his own.

"Don't touch me either."

The more the name swirls within his mind, the tighter his grip gets, his eyes narrowing to slits as he snarls. So @archon may just be here. In Hoenn. The last place that Bael has expected him to be.

Arceus help if knew of the deserter's presence.


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