[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Edge of Violet City/Evening
(G: 32 | B: 73)
Buck let his mind wander as the Doctor went on and on about the ruins, dancing around them like a loon. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and the reminder that it was his
fault he'd ended up with a pack of circus freaks didn't make him feel any better. The Abra suddenly stopped skipping and faced Latias, some kind of childish yet genuine excitement emanating from him. "We can go there, ya know. The Great Alph Ruins. I could show you the parts that they missed. We can see it together, after we take a rest in Violet City."Do we have to?!
Buck's mind howled, but he kept his tongue in check. He was in absolutely no mood to go gallivanting around some crumbly rocks after the day he'd had. Why couldn't they just find some house and let him curl up in a corner like he wanted to? Let him forget about Zack and Norma Jean; about everything that happened in Unova; let him erase the memory of that Vigoroth's arm twitching on the ground as the poor guy was literally hacked to death.That Grovyle is still out there...
Buck shivered at the thought of that demented reptile watching them right at that moment. He instinctively took nervous glances around him at the trees, but noticed that they were starting to thin out. Surely enough, rooftops began to appear in the distance. The sight of them calmed Buck's nerves somewhat; from what he knew, Grovyle were a lot more suited to forest and jungle environments; perhaps he would be discouraged from following them into the city and would move on. But he did seem pretty damn serious when he said he'd come back for Lalita-- wait...
Just where was that fox? Buck peeked over his shoulder, but neither the Ninetails, nor the human or Buizel, were there. For a second he almost stopped and alerted the other two that they were three bodies down, but Buck contently allowed his arms to swing back and forth as he decided that he just didn't give a shit. He hardly missed Lalita and her constant moaning, he'd barely said two words to Tails and the human ... the Weavile was glad to see the back of that snivelling excuse for a man. None of them meant a thing to him, so why should he waste time worrying about them when he had himself to take care of? If they were stupid enough to wander off when there was a mad Grovyle on the loose, they deserved whatever they got.You're a nasty son of a bitch, you know that?
Buck couldn't help but wonder whether Norma Jean would share the same opinion. True, the three of them had only ever been in it for themselves, but if she were in this situation with him ... Buck found himself unsure of what she would say. The person he had known all his life, his best friend, was slipping further away from him by the day. It was as though she was just a memory after all; not a part of him anymore. The thought made Buck want to fall to his knees and weep.
But he didn't - he kept his calm, aloof composure as he listened to Latias and the Doctor converse happily a few paces ahead of him. Maybe he had time to rebuild that detached part of him in some other way. You just need to stop being a dick ... on the outside, anyway."Can't say I've been to Violet City before,"
he said, figuring that maybe they needed reminding that he was even there. "Me and my friends never did come this far west - we mostly stuck to the Mt.Silver-Blackthorn kind of area. A bit of New Bark as well. Isn't this the place with that really big tower?"
he suddenly mused. "Got that funny name ... Sprout Tower, is it? Wonder if that's still there?"
Route 36“She’s unstable,”
Hannibal said briefly. Garth nodded, his gaze never leaving the hound's face for a second, his burning eyes watching, judging, calculating. “It wouldn’t surprise me if her own temper got her killed…”
He did nothing this time, deciding instead to further prompt the dog with silence. He had seen Latias's ferocity and unstability first hand, but wasn't sure whether to admit that. Not just yet, anyway.“I believe if you push her far enough – push the right buttons, say the right words – she could lose herself altogether. In a state like that, well, I doubt she’d be able to distinguish friend from foe…”
Garth nearly lost control; he had to literally bite his lip to stop himself from exploding into laughter. Yes ... this was perfect. If Hannibal was suggesting what he thought he was ... Lalita and the others were practically already dead. To have a legend on their side ... Garth almost giggled at the thought of that fox's face as her friend the legend began killing her ... all at his command.“I’ll speak with her, see if I can… warm her to our way of thinking.”
Garth's mouth tremoured as he desperately tried to hold back his growing excitement. "You, my friend, are a genius,"
he said, giving the dog an amicable pat on the shoulder. "Latias, thankfully, didn't come along until after my banishment, so she may not even know who I am. Lalita will twist it round, of course - make me look like the villain - so if we're gonna try and get her on our side, we need to be quick before Lalita ruins it."
Hannibal then took on a more distant expression, and Garth knew what was coming next. “I intend to kill it myself,”
he said after an agonisingly long pause. Like fuck that'll happen,
Garth almost scoffed.“Forget the muzzle – I don’t need anything in exchange other than the opportunity to rip out that creature’s throat.”
The Grovyle nodded, choosing his words carefully. "It seems I'm not the only one who was mistreated by those ... fiends. Justice is a strong motive, and I understand that. What does it matter whether that human has done either of us any wrong - sometimes the chance to get their blood on your claws is more than enough." “Perhaps we can make a meal out of him after this is all over? He’s slim, stringy, but their kind is so rare to find these days. The liver – now that’s something to die for.”"Yes."
Garth had to pretend that he'd stumbled so he could quickly wipe off the saliva that was oozing from his mouth. "I'm sure it is. I've never tasted human myself, but I'm sure that it is, indeed, worth dying for." "I can see that your thirst for human blood is great than mine,"
he went on, hastily changing the subject in case he got carried away. "I won't ask for personal details, but I will let you kill the human. On one condition: you allow me to do whatever I want with Lalita when the time comes. She is mine, and no one else's. Are you happy with this?"
He then looked at Hannibal, his face forming a genuinely concerned look. Well, he'll have to be ... or else he's dead in a few seconds.
((I kinda feel sorry for Garth - he's putting so much effort into this and his plans are already fucked. XDDD))