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Momentarily ignoring the woman at his side, as the end of the battle and departure of Alcyone and Nightshade had otherwise occupied his attention, he first looked to the larger, earth-toned bodyguard who looked back to him and appeared to be in charge of the other three. The demon’s red eyes, heightened in beauty and danger by the skilled application of black eyeliner and mascara, ignited with murderous intent as he smiled ruthlessly. “Seize him.”
“Yes, sir,” Derek replied, donning a crisp black suit that barely contained his muscle tone, as he advanced on the man who had just been humiliated by one of the Rocket Capos and the Aqua Donna. The formidable looking man in his late thirties could best be described as tall and powerful, his closely cropped brown hair giving him a sharp and clean appearance. Following closely were the other three men in suits, who all looked several years younger. Jonathan, if Nox could recall his name, was tawny, fair-skinned, and willowy, with a lazy, happy countenance that reminded him of a Sunflora. Cooper, a name he had already forgotten, had the shortest stature of them all, but most powerfully built of the guards; heavy slabs of muscle covered his frame, in spite of making him look chubby. Michael, tall and olive toned, glared at the whimpering grunt through his black and canted eyes.
Cooper and Jonathan took the imbecile by each arm, holding him in place. The defeated grunt with a name Nox didn’t care to learn struggled and cried helplessly, begging for mercy. Michael launched a well aimed, open palmed, strike into the man’s jaw, rendering him unconscious as he went cross-eyed and slumped against his captors.
“Take him to a bed, he needs to sleep off his hangover,” Nox said coldly, in his usual contralto inflection, knowing full well that his prey’s fate would be sealed in due time. “I want to have dinner with him tonight and learn what he knows.”
“You heard him,” growled Derek, raising his voice to his subordinates so as to prompt them to haul the collapsed man to the car and to the hideout. Though they gained distance until they were beyond the sight of anyone in the cemetery, Derek remained. Nox wasn’t surprised by the fact that at least one of the bodyguards, especially the leader, stayed with him. Archer insisted that he’d need protection at all times with the advent of Emilio’s disappearance and his ascension to Don. The unit of mercenaries, Archer’s mercenaries, called their unit ‘Wings of Lugia’ and they were thorough. Hell, they even took shifts outside of his chambers while he slept.
The fact that they were gradually becoming a part of the scenery was what unnerved Nox the most.
“Evil is just a matter of perspective,” Nox reflected bitterly, having been called evil many times before. Kokori Sorcral now held his attention, since there was nothing else of greater import.
“Well, Kokori,” Nox began, smiling as though the fiasco that had erupted into a pokemon battle just a moment ago had never even transpired, “I am afraid that I will not speak of such matters in public.”
The crowd had whittled down as mourners began to proceed with their day, giving no implication that any of them had taken pause to consider the fate of the loudmouthed troublemaker. Yet, even as the crowd was shrinking, they were not alone.
“However, there is a mausoleum for pokemon at the heart of this cemetery. Shall we go there?” Nox asked, immediately heading in that direction without even awaiting the woman’s answer. “As we walk, you can tell me whether or not this interest in my brother is yours and yours alone.”
“Though,” he added with a wry chuckle, “you are the first to ask me such a question about my brother.”
There was a momentary pause as an idea formed.
“For that,” declared the Don, “you may join us for dinner. I do hope you relay to your superiors in Unova just how hospitable I truly am.”
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Momentarily ignoring the woman at his side, as the end of the battle and departure of Alcyone and Nightshade had otherwise occupied his attention, he first looked to the larger, earth-toned bodyguard who looked back to him and appeared to be in charge of the other three. The demon’s red eyes, heightened in beauty and danger by the skilled application of black eyeliner and mascara, ignited with murderous intent as he smiled ruthlessly. “Seize him.”
“Yes, sir,” Derek replied, donning a crisp black suit that barely contained his muscle tone, as he advanced on the man who had just been humiliated by one of the Rocket Capos and the Aqua Donna. The formidable looking man in his late thirties could best be described as tall and powerful, his closely cropped brown hair giving him a sharp and clean appearance. Following closely were the other three men in suits, who all looked several years younger. Jonathan, if Nox could recall his name, was tawny, fair-skinned, and willowy, with a lazy, happy countenance that reminded him of a Sunflora. Cooper, a name he had already forgotten, had the shortest stature of them all, but most powerfully built of the guards; heavy slabs of muscle covered his frame, in spite of making him look chubby. Michael, tall and olive toned, glared at the whimpering grunt through his black and canted eyes.
Cooper and Jonathan took the imbecile by each arm, holding him in place. The defeated grunt with a name Nox didn’t care to learn struggled and cried helplessly, begging for mercy. Michael launched a well aimed, open palmed, strike into the man’s jaw, rendering him unconscious as he went cross-eyed and slumped against his captors.
“Take him to a bed, he needs to sleep off his hangover,” Nox said coldly, in his usual contralto inflection, knowing full well that his prey’s fate would be sealed in due time. “I want to have dinner with him tonight and learn what he knows.”
“You heard him,” growled Derek, raising his voice to his subordinates so as to prompt them to haul the collapsed man to the car and to the hideout. Though they gained distance until they were beyond the sight of anyone in the cemetery, Derek remained. Nox wasn’t surprised by the fact that at least one of the bodyguards, especially the leader, stayed with him. Archer insisted that he’d need protection at all times with the advent of Emilio’s disappearance and his ascension to Don. The unit of mercenaries, Archer’s mercenaries, called their unit ‘Wings of Lugia’ and they were thorough. Hell, they even took shifts outside of his chambers while he slept.
The fact that they were gradually becoming a part of the scenery was what unnerved Nox the most.
“Evil is just a matter of perspective,” Nox reflected bitterly, having been called evil many times before. Kokori Sorcral now held his attention, since there was nothing else of greater import.
“Well, Kokori,” Nox began, smiling as though the fiasco that had erupted into a pokemon battle just a moment ago had never even transpired, “I am afraid that I will not speak of such matters in public.”
The crowd had whittled down as mourners began to proceed with their day, giving no implication that any of them had taken pause to consider the fate of the loudmouthed troublemaker. Yet, even as the crowd was shrinking, they were not alone.
“However, there is a mausoleum for pokemon at the heart of this cemetery. Shall we go there?” Nox asked, immediately heading in that direction without even awaiting the woman’s answer. “As we walk, you can tell me whether or not this interest in my brother is yours and yours alone.”
“Though,” he added with a wry chuckle, “you are the first to ask me such a question about my brother.”
There was a momentary pause as an idea formed.
“For that,” declared the Don, “you may join us for dinner. I do hope you relay to your superiors in Unova just how hospitable I truly am.”
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