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]

In my experience, they're best saved for that ginger bastard anyway. Least you've got some sense.

[That one just gets him laughing. Well-played.] I'll have to remember that one!

[illegalteendad]

[all golds are fated to be with silvers he sees

because that can only describe that dude

he'll wait til you stop laughing for good]

So what's your beef with Silver? He's no one important.

[todayweascend]

[Excuse you]

[illegalteendad]

[it's only true]

[todayweascend]

[maybe about your Silver, but not this kid]

[illegalteendad]

[they have equal importance

that is none]

[todayweascend]

[god all you Golds are the same

... at least this Silver doesn't wear a ridiculous outfit?]

[tonightwefeast]

[Shut up Mr. Unimportant no one likes you]

[todayweascend]

[no you shut up]

[tonightwefeast]

[no u]

[todayweascend]

[you wanna go]

[tonightwefeast]

[come at me bro]

[tonightwefeast]

That bastard brother of mine thinks he's the heir. Good to see you agree with me though - the guy was out of wedlock, hes barely worthy of being a grunt.

[Yep, doomed to have an annoying ginger around. This one's ashamed to share genes with him.]

[illegalteendad]

Well, where I come from, he is the heir - and doin' a pretty damn good job at it behind his desk. How'd you end up being heir?

[tonightwefeast]

Dad couldn't keep it in his pants so he ended up with two sons. Now the old man won't even own up to the fact Silver's mom was a one-night stand. [In other words, they have no idea who the legitimate heir is because Giovanni's a troll.]

...Bet he would be good at pencil pushing. Sure is boring enough.

[illegalteendad]

[giovanni having sex with his mom

ew

dnw]

That's gross.

[tonightwefeast]

You asked. [Gold used to mind. He's been desensitized.]

[illegalteendad]

Silver's gonna crack up when he hears about this, I bet. [unless he gets kicked out of their base first]

[tonightwefeast]

Punch him for me, would ya? Preferably with brass knuckles. [This is said totally casually.]

[illegalteendad]

[that's harsh] Punching I can do, brass is a no go. I only fight on even grounds. If he's lackin' so am I.

[tonightwefeast]

...Seriously? [He sounds like his brain shorted out.]

Dude, no. You take any advantage you can, whether or not you need it. Order everything on the menu, you get me?

[illegalteendad]

There's no fun in it unless they're equal or better. That's what makes a challenge. [besides

and like hell he'll say this

silver's actually kind of his friend sort of brass is just not gonna fly

there'd be too much fussing]

[tonightwefeast]

Who the hell cares about that? You just need to be the strongest. When it comes to Silver, all that matters is winning, and showing him he never had a snowflake's chance in hell. You make him beg for mercy and then? You don't show him any.

[For people-who-are-not-Silver, anything goes. Challenge yourself out. Or watch them plead, whittle all their little secrets out of them, whatever makes it interesting. For Silver? All that matters is that Silver knows he is nothing.

It should be about now that it becomes very obvious this Gold has no problem with killing.]

[illegalteendad]

Man, and I thought Yellow was screwed up in the head. I guess that's a staple of Rockets. I'm not out to kill Silver, dude, that's wrong.

[tonightwefeast]

[Man we thought you were cool, other self, but that just blew it.]

What's so wrong about it? Everyone's gonna die someday anyway. May as well put a few plebes down to let 'em know who's boss. You'd be surprised what you learn about people when all they see is their executioner.

Silver though...ah, that's a matter of blood. Dad's set the terms, but there's no contest if the competition's removed, yeah?