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I was enabled, I am so sorry

[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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[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?

[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?

[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!

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

[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.]

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.

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

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

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.

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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]

[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.]

[yeah, gold's not sure who's the bigger threat until he gets a nice cut on his arm and even if houndoom's fire can burn him faster--

the trainer is worse at the moment

he acts like he's trying to sweep your feet from beneath you with his cue stick, and whether it works or not it's also a sneaky way to move his politoed's ball to behind the circling houndoom's view where it'll silently open]

[It does work! But on the way down, Gold shouts--] Sic 'im! [--Which is Houndoom's cue to pounce. It'll try to pin you or claw you while Gold gets himself back up. Neither boy nor dog notices the frog.

Once Gold is back on his feet, he moves, trying to find a position where you won't be able to see him as well. If he can find a blind spot, he'll take advantage of it and go for a stab rather than a slice.]

[it's a good thing polibro's out, because while houndoom's distracted with gold letting himself get pinned down the politoed moves closer and waits for the command

gold's keeping an eye on you too, the best he can, and doesn't mind suffering a stab here and there]

Punch 'em!

[dynamicpunch that dog]

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I was enabled, I am so sorry

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uhhhh this might need talking Gold is kind of brutal

then i'll pm you right now uwu

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