"I'll make a deal with you."
Oh fuck, here we go. This snake of a snake finally realized his doom was sealed with a god damn wax stamp if he even tried to come at them. Harley's lip lopsidedly pulled to show his top teeth as his eyes rolled in their sockets. His hands settled even tighter into the folds of his arms.
"I'll help you kill Heatran in exchange I'll leave without any harm to come."
"D'yer think I'm stupid? Lettin' a cannibalistic monster like yerself just stroll along wi' us?" Well as expected, the mob wasn't gonna put their pitchforks down in front of this Frankenstein monster, as the flesh-eater hoped. But he paused, wild-eyed and his face unwavering with his lack of emotion. It was disgustingly upsetting. Several moments passed.
"How about it Aggron, do we have a deal?" his voice boomed through the nearly completely quiet room. Minus the angry thrashing of the suspected Heatran within the cave.... Maybe it'd come back to bite them on their ass if they moved slow enough.
"I will keep my word that you all will be left alone."
The silence was enough to confirm it. Harley huffed, unfolding his arms and his face dropped all it's tension. He walked away with a lanky, loose gait to his step - as if all care had been washed from him. The only grudge he had was with the Charizard - the others he could honestly not care so much about.
“You're not considering letting this... undead dick parade around like some kind of hero with us?”
As if they were heroes to begin with? What did she think this is, a pilgrimage to enlightenment? The good path? A path of bloodied bodies and struggling to find food, fighting off anything that wanted to sink it's teeth into you and turn you into it's companion.... Truly, they were heroes in this lawless world. The scoff uncontrollably left his nose with heat.
"Fine," And there it was, the inevitable. He supposed there was no time to even begin fighting this insufferable piss-stain with the growing noise in the background like damn ceremonial drums to their own funeral. "Come along, but if yer do anythin' - anythin' - that I don't like ... You lay a finger on anyone here, an' I swear I will break every bone in yer body."
On cue, the Arcanine indignantly sighed and raised her paw in a lackadaisical fashion, like some angstful teenager being forced to raise her hand in the middle of a Physics lecture.
“Where the hell do we come in this operation? This affects us all, not a single party.”
Just the dripping irritation from it was enough to hackle the back of Harley's neck as he turned around to lounge - relatively near Jude. How did she have the gall to believe she was in any more danger than she previously was with that other little Growlithe bouncing around. How was she different than that arrogant dickhole? Next, the prevolution to the tiger-dog felt supported enough to throw his tiny weight around.
"You can not be serious. IT just said it was going to 'bring pain' to us and you're just gonna let it hang out cause it changed its dead mind? It'll do what all of these just did."
Gee, for Pokemon that believed in their power, they sure bitched when someone they can supposedly handle tagged along with them. What was that about being able to take him down? It suddenly seemed these undead that they just killed were so difficult to deal with - except the fact there was a bunch of them. There's only one of him. ... Did they even realize that one of their own was just as blood-thirsty as the dragon was?
"Is everyone a'right?"
Harley's mouth corner tugged back enough to raise the chub on his cheeks.
"I'm good, big guy." Jude pipped up finally. Hell, out of all of their voices, his was the one he was least familiar with by now.
"I'm fine.... ...Smith, you're bleeding--"
"It's nothin'. Nobody hurt?"
For the first time, the other little female Growlithe perked up and spoke in a... surprisingly coherent voice. "Jus' a couple a scratches." The other Growlithe that belonged to the Sovereign Savior duo finally started to shed some civility even through his impenetrable fog layer of exasperation.
"Yeah, just some scratches."
... "George?" He broodingly swirled around to avoid her touch, threatening the Aggron again.
"You want that sack of death with us? Fine. Just don't except any help when it tries to kill us."
Out of everyone, how could he be talking about this in such a stand-off when his own opposite was in fact a 'sack of death' herself. Surprisingly for once in his existence in this fucked-up trash heap of a world, he could not judge the undead female more than he could this stubborn-headed twit of a male.
There was a long, significant gap in conversation.
"Well.... I don't mean to sound like that guy," Harley leaned against the clammy, towering boulder he and the Zoroark were hanging by with his arms crossed. The rock snuggled really comfortably into the ridge of his spine - oh yeah, felt like a masseuse privileging him with the most sharp massage in his life. Immediately he stared at the Charizard with fiery-hot eyes directing his next seething reprimand at him. "And don't think for a second I'm defending your rotting, putrid anus of an existence," The Simisear's gaze was sharpened to dagger-like points in analytical but genuine curiosity as he inspected the Arcanine and Growlithe wallowing in their bitching and protesting. "But don't you already have an undead buddy in your group to begin with?" That one was going to get him looks. Oh yes, the elephant in the room has been pointed out, fellas. Like he cared, though; really, he was fresh meat to the group and he was already acting like he wanted to talk to the manager. Yeah, a room full of fire-types was great for teamwork - all a bunch of hot-headed, strong-willed idiots; but he was hardly any level near an exception. Who was he to barge into their group and tell them how to live? "The situation is different between them but... the virus taints everyone equally." His half-lidded gaze tagged everyone in the room except Jude - timid thing didn't seem to even have a voice to give.
It was obvious that the two Growlithe had known each other for a long time. Their companionship and closeness wasn't any sort of secret. Honestly, if the Growlithe and Arcanine weren't being such dickheads he'd feel sad for their obvious disbelief in what was directly in front of them. It was the only thing keeping him from exploding on their incredibly stupidity and hypocritically dumb attitudes. His voice flat-lines on his next words.
"What makes her different from him?"
[OoC: WOAH, Harley just exploded out of my control I am so sorry, lol.... Disclaimer, in no way is this personal attacking - just making sure people knew this since this post is pretty emotionally charged. Harley is just a fucking dick. |D ]