008. [Text / Action for Goldenrod Rocket Base]

[twinsanity]

[TEXT]

Is there a way to make yourself stop thinking about someone that obviously isn't worth your time?

I feel like I've done everything I can to deal with the situation, so it's not like business is unfinished. And before you suggest forgiveness or something stupid like that, it isn't an option after what this person did, so don't bother. I just can't let this go for whatever reason and it's getting inconvenient and stupid and I'd rather not deal with it anymore, but deciding that you're not going to think about something is a waste of time for obvious reasons.

I don't care if I never stop hating them. I just want to stop thinking about it, and if I could cut out whatever part of my brain is responsible for that, I would.


[ACTION]

[Alfred hasn't been staying in the Goldenrod base for some time, having grown rather bored with it in terms of living arrangements (and besides, having his own place was far more fun in terms of interior decorating, if by "fun" we all understand he means that he's been taking time to make the place look like he may in fact be possessed by demons and is building some sort of really childish lair of the damned); that doesn't mean he won't come back once in a while, however, especially when he's in the mood to destroy things that aren't acceptable to destroy in public.

Like his Pinsir. He's enjoying setting that on fire today.

There's no immediately obvious point to it, nor is it proper training. It's just general "I want to set this thing on fire and make it scream like hell, so I will," and he knows better than to think this will be acceptable anywhere outside. So he's in one of the training arenas, just using his Rapidash, Jubilee, to burn the hell out of it.

He wastes a couple of revives on it so he can repeat the experience; he's spent the entire process in silence, though he's had his hand clamped over his mouth almost the entire time and he's shaking a bit, and after a while his eyes had slid closed. He sort of hates himself for all of that - he's better than that and he knows it - but after a while it stops bothering him and starts feeling cathartic, and when he opens his eyes again they're bright but he's generally okay, and he recalls both the wretched thing he's been burning and Jubilee, and he's pretty sure he can get on with his day now that whatever that was has been taken care of.]

Comments

[twinsanity]

Oh, unfortunately not - it was never an official field of study for us, just something my sister and I did in our spare time. I've done a good amount with lethal incapacitating agents, though.

[aufsassig]

I guess that's a pretty moot point around here; they're probably all non-lethal incapacitating agents in the long-term.

Not to say you can't have a lot of fun with the non-lethal ones, too, but that's a different story.

[twinsanity]

Trust me, I'm aware - we used to have a good amount of fun with the guards.

So what is it that you do around here, then?

[aufsassig]

You're a sick man.

[He says, like it's a compliment.]

I facilitate. Sometimes people need things done; I like to make them happen.

[twinsanity]

[For what it's worth, he doesn't seem to mind; this is far easier when you have pleasant things to discuss, after all, like that time when you were six and a guard said something you didn't like about your sister's dress being ugly, so you avenged her honor by paralyzing him and shoving him in a ravine.

You know. As you do.]

Well, that's certainly one way to keep yourself useful, isn't it.

[aufsassig]

I like being useful. Worthless people don't usually get perks.

[twinsanity]

Oh, I should say not - I've dealt with my share of them.

What sort of assignments do you tend to like, hm?

[aufsassig]

Why, do you have one in mind?

I've already started padding my résumé around here, if you're the type to look for examples of prior accomplishment.

[twinsanity]

I'll keep that in mind, then - for now, it's more curiosity than anything, unfortunately.

[aufsassig]

Oh, you had the same teacher I did, huh?

I like the kind of assignments that involve guns. But those are pretty hard to come by around here.

[twinsanity]

...If you happen to find any proper guns around here, let me know. I've been incredibly annoyed at the loss of mine.

[aufsassig]

...Have you seen the gunfish?

[twinsanity]

...The what?

[aufsassig]

The gunfish.

[He plucks a ball off his belt and tosses it to the ground, and without further ado out pops a Remoraid — which he proceeds to pick up and hold in the best approximation of a shotgun as one really can with a...well, rather dopey-looking fish.]

Apparently this is as close as they get.

[twinsanity]

[Oh, what...

That's actually going to get him to laugh, good lord; admittedly, it's closer to really obnoxious tittering, but you know what, it's close enough for government work.]

You know, I almost hate the fact that I have to ask you how well it works now.

[aufsassig]

Hell, pull your whipping boy out again and I'll show you.

[With his hands being tied up, he settles for tossing his head in the direction of the arena space that, at the moment, is probably still covered in a lovely layer of char from Jubilee's burnination.]

I assume you don't care if I take a potshot at the thing.

[twinsanity]

[He actually has to consider that for a moment; after a while, however, he shrugs, tossing the Pokéball back out and releasing that Pinsir again.]

Go ahead.

[aufsassig]

[Silently, he angles toward the newly-arrived Pinsir without really bothering to take aim, nudging an emphatic thought into the Remoraid's mind and watching with pleasure as it proceeds to lock on to its target accordingly.]

It even aims itself, isn't that handy?

[Grinning, he glances back at the Very Unfortunate Pinsir one more time, then gives his second silent command; a moment later, a blast of ice fires forth out of the Remoraid, to the tune of Schuldig's snickering.]

Sorry. After all that heat I figured it could stand to cool off a little.

[twinsanity]

...Oh, that was terrible.

[In other words, he likes you.]

Where did you even get that?

[aufsassig]

Hatched it out of an egg. Hell, I'll take this over caviar any day.