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-should have anticipated the projected levels, been ready for their assault.
[A groan, obviously pained. Some labored breaths.]
Where is the blasted hydrocodone? Med bay staff cannot get here quickly enough!
[Another groan, a bit longer this time. Then a hiss.]
This isn't over...I have a surprise in store for those impudent fools.
[Video Feed]
[The camera flicks on to the darkened setting of the laboratory in Goldenrod, the faint lighting revealing only shadowy traces of human outlines. In the background of the feed is a strange gyroscope-esque device on a table. The click of a pokeball goes off twice in rapid succession, and a Gallade and Metagross manifest from their confines. The pair are wearing strange bracelet devices, and turn quickly to face the camera.]
Proceed.
[Agnus' voice, clear as daylight. The pokemon begin immediately with summoning up psychic energy for an attack. Behind them, the gyroscope begins to glow and spin rapidly in response to the power flowing into it.
Then? Then, the two pokemon are quickly surrounded by an all too familiar aura. Flickering flame-like trails of red and deep blue. Almost exactly like demons in Devil Trigger.]
Enjoy your victory, Son of Sparda.
[Agnus begins to chuckle under his breath. The laughter grows as the aura intensifies, eventually peaking at a feverish, maniacal fit.]
Soon, now. Soon. You will face merciless, cold wrath! Vengeance will be mine! First, the children, and then you!
[End Feed]
((OOC: This post is forwarded to the current time, post the Kyrie/Dante/Trish assault and rescue of Nero.))
[A groan, obviously pained. Some labored breaths.]
Where is the blasted hydrocodone? Med bay staff cannot get here quickly enough!
[Another groan, a bit longer this time. Then a hiss.]
This isn't over...I have a surprise in store for those impudent fools.
[Video Feed]
[The camera flicks on to the darkened setting of the laboratory in Goldenrod, the faint lighting revealing only shadowy traces of human outlines. In the background of the feed is a strange gyroscope-esque device on a table. The click of a pokeball goes off twice in rapid succession, and a Gallade and Metagross manifest from their confines. The pair are wearing strange bracelet devices, and turn quickly to face the camera.]
Proceed.
[Agnus' voice, clear as daylight. The pokemon begin immediately with summoning up psychic energy for an attack. Behind them, the gyroscope begins to glow and spin rapidly in response to the power flowing into it.
Then? Then, the two pokemon are quickly surrounded by an all too familiar aura. Flickering flame-like trails of red and deep blue. Almost exactly like demons in Devil Trigger.]
Enjoy your victory, Son of Sparda.
[Agnus begins to chuckle under his breath. The laughter grows as the aura intensifies, eventually peaking at a feverish, maniacal fit.]
Soon, now. Soon. You will face merciless, cold wrath! Vengeance will be mine! First, the children, and then you!
[End Feed]
((OOC: This post is forwarded to the current time, post the Kyrie/Dante/Trish assault and rescue of Nero.))
[audio]
Date: 2012-08-04 11:54 am (UTC)From:[He gives a dry but airy chuckle.]
Gorthan and I left for Saffron after a specific Wild Mutant was captured by a team I requested find him for study. We were experimenting on him in the nearby Celadon facility when a small team of Wild Mutants who knew him assaulted the facility. We had attempted to see one of them captured previous to the assault, Gorthan left for Goldenrod on assignment just short of the capture attempt but the attempt was thwarted and they were lead to me.
...Two of the three decided it would be best if they left me half-conscious. Specifically to keep me from returning to a center uninjured.
[audio]
Date: 2012-08-07 03:43 pm (UTC)From:[Yes, audibly this time. That was quite a story.]
How did they even find you?
[Because asking if Agnus is okay is obviously not a thought in the front of Dist's mind right now.]
[audio]
Date: 2012-08-08 04:37 am (UTC)From:[A very small growl.]
Much to my irritation, rather obviously.