I was enabled, I am so sorry

[tonightwefeast]

[There's a new Gold in the lab. This one can be distinguished by the fact his hoodie is black instead of red, with a bright red R emblazoned over his heart. All his Pokeballs are Rocket-themed, as well. He'd be rather handsome if it weren't for the ugly sneer he wears as he walks along eating about three different candy bars at once.]

Ugh, 'f all times to get lost in the lab... [He's low on snacks, dammit.] Doesn't even look like the same one.

((OOC: This Gold is a Rocket heir, a rotten little shit, and a horrible person. Threads might escalate quickly.))

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[tonightwefeast]

What's that? 'Fraid Archer taught me not to listen to the lesser elements of society.

[todayweascend]

Deaf as well as dumb, I see. It's a shame Archer wasted those lessons on a simpleton.

[tonightwefeast]

Least I don't need mommy to back me up. I get two execs without the family obligation.

[todayweascend]

At least my mother has an actual position of power. [In case you hadn't noticed, dear brother, "mommy" gets shit done.]

Regardless, I'd rather have her on my side rather than that brute Proton, who wouldn't know subtlety if it came up and slapped him in the face.

[tonightwefeast]

Yeah, and mine doesn't need to be in the team to get a chance with dad. [No need for Gold's mom to get shit done, she's too busy getting done, if you know what we mean.]

Hey, he doesn't subtly give away the team's passwords to snot-nosed brats. Or at all, for that matter.

[todayweascend]

He's a crass sadist. Quite easy to see that he's rubbed off on you.

Petrel is by no means the sharpest knife in the drawer, that I'll readily admit, but he has his uses.

[tonightwefeast]

Least he never thought playing dressup was a guy thing. No wonder you turned out so delicate - Ariana must've wanted a girl!

[You sure you aren't a chick, bro? You kinda smell like one--]

No shit he isn't, sharp knives are Proton's turf.

[todayweascend]

[Not dignifying the first part with a response.]

I wasn't speaking literally, you bone-headed dolt.

[tonightwefeast]

[...He can totally play that off.]

Oh, my mistake. So you've finally learned how to speak in the figurative, mama must be so proud!

[todayweascend]

What does that say about you, then, since you didn't even recognize it until I pointed it out?

[tonightwefeast]

That I'm a nice guy who humors his poor brain-damaged older brother? [Said in perfect mimicry of Petrel's voice. Awyeah Archer and his obsession with sound.]

[todayweascend]

I was thinking more along the lines of you being an ignorant fool who can't see past his own delusions of grandeur, but whatever helps you sleep at night, I suppose.

After all, I suppose not all of us can be so gifted with such a thick skull and the inability to think with anything other than our stomachs.

[tonightwefeast]

Check a mirror, that's a damn good description of yourself!

My skull's thick enough a little barb like that won't hurt it any. [He finishes off that candybar, shoving the wrapper in his pocket. When his hand comes out again? He's got his knife.] What's say we cut to the chase?

[todayweascend]

Always so eager to jump to violence, tsk, tsk.

Find someone else to antagonize, I'm in no mood to contend with your drivel nor any stab wounds. Also that was a shitty pun.

[tonightwefeast]

Heh, shoulda figured a weakling like you'd chicken out. Sure, you're just gonna be content with dad's little race.

Well, there isn't gonna be a race. Not for much longer. Mark my words. [His tone's a lot darker suddenly. He's actually serious now.]

[todayweascend]

... actually... Gold, I have a question.

[His voice is... quieter. More contemplative. He always sounds serious, but...]

[tonightwefeast]

[Don't think the knife is going anywhere, but he'll indulge you for now.]

Do you now.

[todayweascend]

... Yeah. [Along with his tone of voice changing, his body language seems to shift, too. A more open stance with the palms of his hands up.]

... Since this isn't our... turf, so to speak, and we're the only ones from our situation here... could we just... I dunno... set aside this whole "real heir" business for now? It just seems like a waste to drag in other people unnecessarily.

[tonightwefeast]

...Heh.

[You're opening the possibility of a truce and Gold remains as predatory and coldly threatening as ever.]

I should have known. You're too scared to do anything without mommy dear to fall back on, huh? [He inches closer, toying with his knife.] Can't stand on your own feet and fight, is that it? Poor baby, all alone in the big scary lab!

[He quickly flips the blade of his knife around, slotting it into the handle with a loud snap right in your face.] Have it your way, then. But don't think this is gonna be anywhere near a truce.

[todayweascend]

I'm simply being prudent, that's all. [He keeps calm, even as Gold messes around with the knife so close to his face.]

... But... even if this won't be a truce... thank you.

[tonightwefeast]

Heh heh heh... [The tone of that laugh sounds disturbingly like "worst mistake you've ever made". There's a moment or two before he shifts back to his usual snottiness.]

Don't thank me, bastard, this isn't a favor. [Ewww Silver thanking him

that's gross]

[todayweascend]

Yeah, whatever. Just leave me the hell alone and I'll do the same for you.

[tonightwefeast]

[He won't confirm or deny, just smirk like the devil as he turns and walks away. He'll top it off with a casual wave that feels more like the child of a middle finger and the classic throat-slicing gesture of threat.]