Post by daigo on Dec 3, 2011 4:22:57 GMT -5
[/justify][/blockquote]Adrenaline was a very powerful thing indeed. It gave him a powerful charge, strong enough to remain standing despite having just shot himself. He crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat, grabbing his pokéballs from her. He knew by sight which ones they were - though he had a nagging suspicion that Alyssa might have had put up a resistance. Once again, he settled back into the mindset that he was protected because of his wound; she wouldn't try anything drastic, apparent from the tone of her voice. It was quiet, dotted with something that was unmistakably worry.
"I'll be fine," he muttered, feeling the blood gush from his wound once he grabbed all four of his pokéballs from her. He returned them to their respective positions on him, save for one. It was Wing's pokéball. He would know where to take him; the skarmory always knew where Steven wanted to go. In this case - a doctor where he could get his bullet removed. "The longer I wait, the more blood I lose," he said, almost irritably. He didn't have time to continue speaking to her. This time, the wound he sustained was a real injury. Not one protected by a ballistic vest, not one having its blow dampened.
The former champion, hoping the words would have an impact on the veteran trainer, walked slowly towards the windows at the end of the seventeenth floor. He kept his back straight, emotions relatively in check like he always did. Steven Stone never lost his composure. Daigo would have lashed out like a spoilt brat - but then again, he was too prideful to even think of shooting himself in the back. There were no pulling punches as Steven. As long as he completed his agenda ... as long as the days where he lived as someone else passed ... he narrowed his eyes, pressing the button to summon the elevator.
The lift soon arrived for some mysterious reason, doors sliding open. After his previous encounter with the president at the service elevator, he - despite not wishing to admit it even to himself - was hoping to not see the man. Thankfully, there was none. He glanced back at it, recognizing the now pallid faces of Seth and Raskel. Someone had been rather kind to transport them to the floor Alyssa and he was on. His - their - doings had not gone unnoticed. He glanced away.
A finger clicked the red-and-white device in his hands before the young man returned it to the depths of his coat. Wing stormed forth from his pokéball, cawing as he stomped his mark on the flooring. The skarmory was large, but not large enough to scrape the ceilings - this floor had a particularly tall roof to it. "I assume you have your own way out," he told the female. Which pokémon trainer did not? Even if they weren't keen on using firearms or weaponry other than their own pokémon, they would at the very least have an escape plan in case things went awry.
Now, things were more apt to go pear-shaped with the arrival of two dead bodies in the elevator. Then there was another in his office, Steven thought grimly. When he returned - if he returned, would Maine still be there, or would Tsuwabuki discover his actions? Steven shut his eyes, diverting his pain somewhere else mentally. "Wing," he murmured the steel bird's name; Wing turned to him, titling his head slightly. "Go." The skarmory nodded silently, soaring ahead towards the windows, the wind gusting behind his iron feathers.
[Air Cutter] slicing the air before him, the avian lowered his head and broke the windows. Glass shattered; Wing disappeared before coming back to Steven, half-kneeling to allow him on. The man glanced at Alyssa once last time, before retrieving his cellphone and dialling a rather familiar number. That one person would be able to help him remove the bullet within him; nox's doctors were few and he knew the one from his own region better than the others.
"........"