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]

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?

[illegalteendad]

[you

are so fuckin crazy]

There's so many things wrong with you, I don't know where to begin. But I'm gonna tell you this, buddy, and you better take note: Keep to your own. If you touch a hair on some stupidly costumed Silver's head I'll take you down. [that's his kind of bro kind of wife always enemy it's complicated] Besides that, if there's no threat from yours then don't mess. He's nothing, right?

[tonightwefeast]

[It gets worse. He casually pulls a knife out (a fancy folding one), just to start toying with it.

This is the most arrogant and deranged grin any Gold's face can produce.] No promises~ People can be so interesting when they're hurting, you know? No reason not to play with your food.

[And then there's a cruel laugh.] Nah, he isn't. Problem is, he thinks he is. Hah, he's not even the main course!

[illegalteendad]

You seem pretty all talk yourself. [provoking such a free-spirit is obviously the best idea]

[tonightwefeast]

[In one swift moment, he spins the blade into a ready position. He's an expert - Proton trained him.]

Wanna bet-? [He's a predator, and he is hungry. As far as he's concerned? You're prey.]

[illegalteendad]

Yeah, I'll take these odds. [his own weapon of choice is a collapsible cue stick, which he just lays against his shoulder nonchalantly]

You gotta know though, I've never lost a gamble.

uhhhh this might need talking Gold is kind of brutal

[tonightwefeast]

Heh. [His grin reeks of threat and labeling you a sucker.]

Feeling pretty confident, are we? How confident? [No wager without stakes, man.]

then i'll pm you right now uwu

[illegalteendad]

Confident enough that if I win, you leave anyone who looks like Silver alone. And if you win, you can do whatever the hell you want. How's that.

[tonightwefeast]

Ooh, putting lives that aren't yours on the line! Classy.

[There's an unspoken "And stupid." as Gold moves. He's fast, clearly experienced, and kicking several things into motion at once. First is an attempted slash to your side - it's be quick an deep if it hits. He expects you to dodge though, so he's also planning to use the momentum to swing around behind you and twist one of your arms around.

He definitely dropped something on the way, though. He might not even need Houndoom, but better safe than sorry, and a falling Pokeball would be easy to miss.]

[illegalteendad]

[dodge is what he does because hell if he's going to get cut so soon, and he doesn't mind his cue arm getting caught if only so he can reply.]

That's 'cause I'm pretty damn confident you're gonna lose.

[and he'll be using his cue stick to his advantage now, particularly its length in order to slam the bottom end between the other's legs in a stern hope that'll let him go free. it's not like he can do anything about that ball right now anyway, so it's best just to keep it in mind and go with what he's got - which is gonna be playing keep away from that knife until he can see an opening if he can.]

[tonightwefeast]

[Yowch. That does hurt, and for a moment it's all Gold can do to hold on, but he does manage. He takes a moment to get a better one-handed grip on your arm and it's then that you might be able to break loose, but if you don't that knife is headed for your shoulder. Whether or not he manages that, one of his legs slices toward yours, intending to knock you to the floor.

Gold's not trying for any fatal injuries yet, just ones that will hurt like hell. He'd respond, but he's working. You don't talk while you're working, not until it's less working and more playing. Not until the torment begins.

No, while he's working, he just. Keeps. Smiling.]

[illegalteendad]

[gold takes that moment to break free and dodge that knife with just a graze, but he's not so lucky with the legs and goes down on his butt

he'll jab at the other's stomach with the thinner end of his cuestick and generally try to keep it between them. he's definitely bleeding from his shoulder too, grazing still hurts even if adrenaline's good to him]

[tonightwefeast]

[The cue stick ruins his plan of pouncing on you and pinning you down, which means he'll duck to the side - it manages to jab him more on the hip than the stomach, that'll bruise later - and try to come in lower. First blood is good but it's not enough.]

At the ready! [He shouts, and there's a flash as Houndoom comes out. It won't do anything but circle yet, but it's definitely prepared to pounce the moment Gold says so. He's hoping the dog's presence will distract you long enough that he can get a deeper cut on you.

Hellhound on one side, knife-wielding Rocket on the other. Enjoy that.]