He had to admit that Walsh’s plans seemed scattered and sporadic, but he wasn’t a tactician by any means. Global catastrophe be damned, Kepler wanted to
go to space. He pointed a measuring look at
Naomi Sato, wondering how many spots there would be and if he would need to, like, break her kneecaps in order to assure him a spot. Not that he would but
he would.
People go back and forth arguing for and against places for a while. Kepler is focused on the idea of going to the meteor. What would they find? What would find them? He gets goosebumps from the excitement.
Then
bryan delarosa opens his big meathead mouth, talking about why his little backwater ‘ton is the ideal place to invade, and makes some equally as meathead claims as to
Kanto Superiority or whatever the fuck he’s on about.
Eris Halla chimes in, then, and it makes Kepler snicker.
Someone pipes up and asks Eris
what side she’s on and--
Kepler laughed. He straight up
laughed, threw his head back and cackled, because, fuck, what the fuck? What were they even-- talking about here? It was a merciless, joyless sound, full of a mockery and intent that he didn’t actually think he was capable of cultivating.
Martín del Mar says.
do better. Was that-- was that a fucking
joke?
And maybe-- maybe-- maybe it was the result of the years spent in the grip of thick-muscled no brained tyrants who looked a lot like Bryan, maybe, as your eyes get fuzzy and your concussion kicks in from where they slammed you against the wall, but Kepler thought Eris was
right.
“People are allowed to be bothered by war crimes, dude,” he snorts, leveling his scornful laughter at
mint frost.
“They don’t say ‘history is written by the victors’ without reason.” God, imagine being so out of touch that you can look at a
victimized child and ask them what side they’re on. Frankly, it wouldn’t be so apparent except for all the strides Rocket had been taking to become
different from Kanto.
He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, trying to collect himself.
“Far be it from me to comment on the ethics of the situation because that is very distant from my realm of expertise, but we’re not trying to be those kind of victors.” His inner parasite (
survive at all costs, survive at the expense of the host) kicked in.
“I think we should worry about surviving first and then maybe plans of regional domination later. Just a thought.” Waving a hand, he directs his Pokemon to move to the
Littleroot grunt, because he is, despite himself, intrigued by this newfound energy source. He's not entirely convinced it won't all go tits up in their face, but, when doesn't anything?
TL ; DR>> kepler thinks you're all fucking delusional and eris just gave voice to the truth
>> votes for
littleroot>>
wearing