{Animus}

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[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]


look out

and over there

you can never be _too c a r e f u l

we won't let you

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[... wait, what? His eyes widen slightly at the thought before he grits his teeth, even more furious than he was before.]

-- no! I refuse to be pushed around by some thing that is keeping my friends! Tell me what you did to them!

[But there's significant hesitation now. He's listening.]

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you snuck one out

we want them all

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You'll get my last dragonite over my dead body.

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that's not a good trade

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What would you find suitable for trade, then?

[Not that he'd consider it. He has to take care of Will and shit. But to know that it's possible... is tempting.]

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another sun
we're still cold

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[Hear that sharp intake of breath, Animus? That is Lance fighting the urge to utterly flip the fuck out. When he speaks, his voice is unusually cold and tight.]

Leave. My Charizard. Alone.

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we will now
the cloud bird won't sing for us either

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He is not useless because you have not harmed him!

[He is not even going to touch Altaria because omg his sweetheart.]

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we haven't
news to us
but we already paid for the burial

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[He is ten seconds from chucking his PCD at the wall and marching to the Inner City to kill a fucking spirit ghost thing.]

I will give you one last opportunity to give me back my pokemon. All of them. Every last one.

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or what
o r w h a t

it's not very effective...

LMAO okay that was hilarious.

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[Have an aggravated hiss before Lance tosses the PCD away from him, not turning off the feed, necessarily, just distancing himself from the object. It's time to go blow some shit up.]