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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[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.]