Leon
He/Him
27
August 17th
Alto Mare
Heterosexual
'Financier'
Civilian
Time is money. You are a waste of both.
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Leon Settentrioné
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POSTED ON May 25, 2024 18:19:41 GMT
Find an opening, break through, get Aubre away. It was a simple plan and one that he, in his weary mind at least, thought a fairly good one. But it was too easy, wasn't it? Not a single godsdamned thing about this entire affair had been easy, or gone even remotely to plan. Why in the fuck would it start now? Clear he was going mad, expecting a different result now of all times. Because as he felt his way along the wall, grip tight on his wife, poisoned blood dripping down his face, chaos ensued.
Explosions, searing light, spatial distortions, anything one could possibly conceive of ripped through the comparatively tiny chamber. It was all he could do to stay upright, let alone continue his search, and so he simply braced himself against the wall, pulling Aubre close once more, despite her protests. When eventually things settled, somewhat at least, it was to a tidal wave of blood washing over his shoes and the crushing thud of gigantic bodies slamming into the floor. His eyes turned towards the carnage, frustration welling rather than relief once more. He'd been unable to strike even a single blow against the bastard baboon. In fact he'd been just as useless as he had been the entire time they were hear. His lust for retribution was unsated and it roiled within him like a starving viper. It had been a long time since he'd been so furious.
Of course, he was provided no time to dwell on it. Once more these idiots decided to make their lack of intelligence manifest and next he knew the void was screaming in. What happened next was a blur of light and sound that he remembered almost nothing of. He'd tightened his grip on Aubre, wrapping her body in his, that much he knew. Beyond that there was nothing by the blinding light of Ultra Space and the ear rending screech of 'something' violently becoming 'nothing'.
The next he knew, that 'something' became deep, throbbing pain. The impact had fractured his still fragile bones once more and, though nowhere near as bad as the last time, simply drawing breath was now an exceedingly taxing affair. But he pushed that aside, for his own pain was irrelevant. First he had to make sure Aubre was alright, hoping that his own body had softened the blows for her. Next he scanned the rubble for Tiberius, spotting the Bisharp shrugging off debris that had covered him as he in turn had covered Aubre's Swampert. Leon sighed in relief, shallow that it was, that things had not turned out worse.
In but a moment the sounds returned; first distant shrieks and cries, then closer words. He barely paid attention to the architect of their misery; he simply no longer cared. Were it other circumstances he would have simply put a bullet in their brainpan and went on his way, but as it was that somehow did not seem viable. Aubre certainly would not approve. And beyond that, he felt it was...lacking. As with his plan before it was simply too easy. Instead he pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth against the pain, and nodded at Tiberius.
Needing no further instruction the Bisharp launched forward, its razor sharp blades aiming to slice through the tendrils connecting the seed pokémon to the other aliens. Meanwhile Leon ripped himself free from the toxic vines covering his own body. With a practiced motion he drew his pistol, aiming it first at the Pecharunt, and then straight up. His primary hope here was to simply silence the deafening mewling of the self righteous idiots surrounding him. "Let them have her. We are done here." Without another word he turned back, offering his wife a hand up, This had all gone on too long. ⚰︎ divider made by milky!
* Aubre McKenna-Settentrione *His plans never work out *Oh yay more broken bones *Is done with this shit *Has his Bisharp sever the tendrils holding the free Megalopolans *Fires his pistol to try and get some attention, and votes to let the aliens tear her apart themselves lOG|zyj4 ·
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