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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:18 pm
It would be disturbing to someone that knew him. Lance genuinely cared for Pokemon, especially his own, and for him to brush them off was completely unlike him. But that was the point of this whole thing wasn't it? It seemed that Team Rocket had succeeded in their goal. Not even Lance could fight against their technology. This time he had been utterly and completely defeated.
Hollow gold eyes continued to watch Faleen with that vacant expression. Even as she stood, they followed her, as if waiting some sort of order or another question. Which eventually came, and there was momentary pause until he finally said, "No."
It was pointless for him to add anything. There was nothing to be said, and nothing for him to do. He had no opinion on anything anymore, he simply did as he was told. Perhaps this would be his life from then on, living as an emotionless husk of a man. If you could even call that living.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:16 pm
She remained standing for another few second, waiting for his reply. And when it came, her expression didn't change, seeing as she wasn't at all surprised with his answer.
"I didn't think so."
She added in an undertone. setting her tablet down on the table to her side, and looking over to the two other Rockets in the room.
"I will begin wrapping this up now," She told them, looking back over to her gear to stars getting it ready to pack away.
Some of it was shut down, before she turned, and walked over to Lance. not wanting to get close to him, but she had to remove the patches she had placed over the chip.
For the first part, she didn't look at him, didn't even acknowledge him sitting there, he was just another thing, another project, and not even one she was particularly fond of.
But the red tint in her face would tell a different story, proving that she wasn't at all happy right now.
"I could help you." She said, in a low voice, low enough to where only he would be able to hear, still not looking at him as she continued to remove the readers from him. "If you defected, joined Rocket, I could... and I would, you know I would. You would just need to go back to being a Rocket, and stay that way."
All of this could very well just be another one of her tests, it seemed to fit the formula, through most of this she had been acting genuine.
Who knew if it was truly an act or not.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:28 pm
The others murmured their acknowledgement as they too started to shut things down. Dr. Reyard was the first to pack things up and leave, and was soon followed by the scientist now that the everything was done. However, the doctor did linger for a moment. "I assume you'll be escorting him back?" Someone had to make sure that Lance didn't just sit there all day.
As Faleen came near and started to remove the patches, he just sat unblinkingly ahead of him. Although unseen to her, his eyes did shift slightly in her direction as she spoke lowly to him. He heard her but his response was again delayed. "Why?" he asked first of all, before turning his gaze forward again. A question that could hold several meanings. "I'm already here."
Her offer was meant for someone who could actually feel and make decisions based on those feelings. But since he was lacking, Lance only had logic to work with. He was already serving Team Rocket, although against his will. A will that had been suppressed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:04 pm
"... I can." She replied, noting when the doctor spoke, that everyone was already leaving the room.
She hadn't expected to be the one in charge of Lance for the shirt time it would be to bring him back to whatever room they keep him in. but she didn't argue, just do her job and get back to the labs.
"I'll handle it." she gave a more concrete answer to the doctor.
She wasn't at all disillusioned to what this device was doing to him, Knowing that what she was saying wasn't going to help at all.
Even if he wasn't completely void of anything that made him, him at this point, she knew her bargaining would never work, not on him.
The real question was why was she even bothering?
There was a soft hum from Faleen, in a way of acknowledgment to the emotionless man, though not a very enthusiastic one.
With the last of the readers plucked carefully off of him, The Agent straightened up, the wires draping them limply in one of her hands, as hazel eyes glanced momentarily over the once dragon master.
“True… whatever scraps we permit of you anyway.”
Take that amazing device out of his head, and he would fight them, the entire way.
“Hn. I couldn’t imagine you would take me up on my offer without your special upgrade, it is, after all, only for a Rocket. ”
There had been an edge of disappointment in her voice.
Faleen could be considered a rather level headed individual, who didn't go off on bout of "what ifs" or hopeful thinking.
But for whatever reason, either deceiving or honest, she found opportunity to say things she would never normally say.
"Stand up." She told him, as she turned and walked back over to her table, to get things packed away.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:21 pm
There was little to say to that. Lance sat there as the devices were removed, not once giving a complaint. Instead he spoke rather matter-of-factly. "It is difficult to answer without complete understanding." Now he was starting to sound like a computer.
When he was told to stand, he stood. And remained standing there as he waited for Faleen to finish whatever it was she was doing. There was a single facial twitch as his blank stare followed her. And several moments of silence.
"Faleen." He then said softly. "Faleen." This time stated more loudly. "Fa-fa Leen een."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:40 pm
Uncertain of what that response really meant, she chose not to respond to it, or elaborate.
falling quiet, her back turned to him as she worked.
The silence, and clunking of her gear was broken though, with his voice.
She didn't catch what he had said at first, but it caused her to stop, back still to him, she listened.
"...." eyes narrowed softly as her head tilted to the side, hearing him say her name. Now... why would he be doing that?
Brow furrowing slightly, still listening to figure out what he was doing. When his voice started to break, something she gathered quickly as a glitch.
Head jerked around, Faleen turned to Lance, eyes wide in surprise. "Wh-"
What was going on now? Her first impulse was thinking that there was something wrong with the device.
Her tablet was snatched up from the table in a smooth movement as the blond agent rushed over to Lance. "Porygon, relay the feed at a high sensitivity for display and keep it stored!" She said in a voice that implied urgency.
Snapping the end of a USB cord into one of the pad's ports, that in turn clicked into the underside of her glove.
"Lance." She said, while reaching back to press two of her fingers to the back of his head where the device was.
"Keep talking, do you noting anything different?"
They couldn't take the chance that this project was going to have a setback, she hoped not.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:55 pm
When Faleen reached him, his hands were already clutching his head. His eyes wrenched shut and his teeth clenched.
"Fa.... LEEN! Can't... brg... gah... you... help me!"
His eyes flew open wide again when her fingers touched the back of his head, accessing the chip that was embedded there. "Drag... put... vet... erg... RARG!"
The dragon master then suddenly turned around, eyes wild with rage as he lashed out to strike Faleen with his fist. "GET A WAK ROM ME!" He then started yelling a string of words that made absolutely no sense as he kicked over the chair he'd just been sitting in.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 7:26 pm
Her focus turned to the screen, eyes darting quickly over the readings there, but before she could come to any sort of conclusion, Lance speaking again, only able to speak a few words that made any sense.
"Something's wrong." She concluded, yes, there was something definitely wrong, and it needed to be dealt with quickly.
The blond Agent had every intention of getting her dex and calling for the team to return and get Lance hooked up again, when the man next to her took on a stance and an air that was in complete contrast to the somber stillness of his emotional death.
"Lance-" She barely had time to jerk her head back and take half a stagger away from him when she felt something slam into her chest.
"hur-" A choked yelp was all she was able to utter as all of her breath suddenly forced out of her.
The tablet clattered across the floor when it feel from her grasp, gray boots staggering the agent backwards, hands catching herself on the table with a growl, features wincing in pain, gasping for breath that wasn't coming easy.
s**t, this wasn't good, where were these rage symptoms coming from!?
hair falling into most of her face, she stared with wide eyes as the dragon champion kicked over the chair.
"Porygon!" She forced herself to speak, calling to the tablet laying where she had dropped it "O open channel of distr-"
The tablet screen was dark, and cracked, Porygon gave no reply other than static wavering from its small speakers.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 7:37 pm
The man practically roared, seeing nothing but red as he went on a blind rampage through the room. Whatever he could get a hold of was thrown or ripped or smashed. There was the shattering of glass as he cleared a table of its contents, and a loud bang as equipment was pushed over. Sparks flew as cords were ripped from their sockets. His hands starting to bleed as shards and sharp objects cut at his skin. But he didn't seem to care, he just kept going, unable to stop himself. The intense rage giving him a greater than normal strength as he plowed through the lab.
"BEET YOUR WHAT DRG EERK GAH HATE!" His yelling and screaming continuing on without ceasing.
Eventually he caught sight of Faleen again. He made some sort of snarling sound and started barreling in her direction once again. Looking as if he might rip her apart.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:00 pm
He seemed to be distracted enough with tearing apart the room, Faleen was able to find her dex from in the box of tech she had brought, sending out a signal for security to get there RIGHT NOW!
No sooner had she finished this though, did she look up to see Lance turn toward her.
It was a terrifying sight, she knew he had every intention of kill her right now.
Hazel eyes wide, she didn't just sit there scared, she had to react, and she had to react now.
Thank goodness for training.
Using the table to her advantage, Faleen rolled over it, hand grabbing down to yank something from her boot.
teeth gritted together, She pushed herself from the other side of the table and turned to face Lance as she took long strides back, taser in hand now.
"Lance! Stop!"
She wanted to be careful about using this, still not sure what kind of affect physical pain would have on the chip.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:13 pm
But he didn't stop, his murderous intent drove him forward, his sights fixed on Faleen. A fact that would truly horrify Lance if he was in his right mind, which he obviously was not. But then there was a table in his way, and with little effort, he flipped it over, and out of his way.
Turning toward her again, Lance moved quickly, making a lunge for Faleen with every intent to cause her harm. Yet again there were nonsensical words pouring from his mouth, yet carrying a rage that spoke volumes in any language.
It seemed that there was little that could stop him at this point.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:29 pm
Faleen didn't have much time to consider her options... tase him, get him out of commissions and risk compromising what data they have... or hope that the guards get there in time to stop him from killing her.
Her first impulse was to save herself, but as he finger tensed on the trigger for the charge, The Mechanic in her screamed that she couldn't take the risk. Even her pokemon would be a risk.
"DAMN IT!"
The taser was pulled away from him and he was once again closing, and FAST, with power and fury that even her Sharpedo never even displayed.
She tried to dodge away again, but he had caught up with her a lot faster than she had expected, barely giving her time to react properly.
Screaming sharply in alarm, crossing her elbow as hard as she could, aiming for his face.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:34 pm
Her elbow hit his cheek with a solid blow, snapping Lance's head to the side painfully. It certainly left a mark, and would quickly start swelling. However, he barely seemed to notice as it only took him a couple moments to recover and seemed to be only more enraged.
He reached out to grab Faleen's arm in a rough, tight hold and forcibly pushed her up against the wall. His hands going for her neck with intent to crush her windpipe.
"AUM KILL RRU FFRG UM!" He screamed in her face, blazing golden eyes filled with a bloodlust that had likely never been seen before. His expression akin to that of a wild animal seeking to devour whatever got in its way.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:40 pm
The moment's pause she reacted for herself wasn't nearly enough, she knew that hit was a good hit, but right now, enraged Lance seemed to be a lot stronger than she had been counting on.
She backed off, wanting to create much more distance from him so she could drop Sharpedo out, and create a protect to keep him at bay until the others could get there.
She didn't get two steps away though, before her arm was grabbed up, and her back collided with a wall,
Instinctual the teaser end was shoved into his chest, but she didn't trigger it, holding herself back.
"AH-!" Her yell was cut off when strong hands wrapped around her neck, and she suddenly lost her ability to breath.
First came panic,
The realization that he had her, he was stronger than her, and she couldn't breath, she knew she didn't have long before she would black out from lack of oxygen.
This really was life and death now. even so, she didn't pull the trigger, wide eyes stared back at Lance's rage.
Face red, mouth open, as if trying to gasp for breath that wasn't coming. She couldn't even call out, or talk, just feeble chokes of fear.
She couldn't risk the project, she couldn't risk what could happen to the chip is she volted him, she could save herself, yes, but she had her priorities.
The Agent had no intention on just standing here and let herself die however, and so long as she was still able to move, she was going to fight back.
The taser clattered to the ground, freeing both her hands that grabbed Lance's wrists, trying to pull them off of her so she could breath. Her knee swinging up as well to hit him, kicking at any of his body she could. fingers digging into his flesh, between bones and nerves.
Eyes never leaving his, glaring in defiance though things were starting to get a blurry, She couldn't hear anything anymore.
Not good... the man she once called a friend was going to kill her, and of all days... today.
She really didn't want to be here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:55 pm
Even as fingernails dug into his skin, and her kicking struck him, he seemed relentless. Completely driven mad by the malfunctioning chip in his brain. His grip didn't let up, and he stared her down with a predatory glare. It seemed like he would kill her then and there as she was fading quickly. It wouldn't take long with the strength of his hands wringing her small neck like a sponge.
However, with Faleen's strangled cry, a light seemed to suddenly come on. A shocked look crossing Lance's face momentarily as a spark of awareness flickered in his eyes. But they were wrenched shut again as a stab of pain shot through his head. "Agh... STOP!" he screamed, and as if on command, his fingers loosened and dropped away, releasing her.
In the next moment, Lance fell to his knees, clutching his head once again. But then something caught his eye. A large glittering shard of glass from one of the many objects he'd broken. A trembling, bloodied hand reached for it. He couldn't keep living like this.
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