计时炸弹 [steven]

[lunefeng]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;][style=font-size:25px; text-align:left; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-1px; font-weight:80; margin-bottom: -15px] THIS IS THE LIFE YOU LEAD ◊[/style] [style=width:400px; background-color:ccccbb; font-size:5px; font-weight: 80;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;float:center; border-top: 5px solid #664400; border-bottom: 5px solid #664400; color:664400][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:tahoma; padding:10px]This wasn't Cynthia's ideal day. She's gotten up at about eight this morning to fly to Hoenn and bang on Steven's front door. Her hand had just barely knocked three times before she heard the noise. "Cynthia!" Cynthia's face paled as she watched a large mob of people turn to stare at her with wide eyes. Everything was frozen for a moment except the door openning, before the fan horde descended upon the small apartment. "Damn." Cynthia cursed, looking for a way out. Her only apparent route of escape so far would to be to head away from Steven's apartment, unless he liked his apartment to be invaded by complete and total strangers. She decided to go with the former. Cynthia jumped down from the porch, making a run for a route leaving Rustburo. Yes, she really needed to see Steven, but this giant crowd wasn't particularly helping. [/style] [style=font-size:10px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:center]TAGS steven COUNT 150 lol NOTES hurr [/style][/style]

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[daigo]

he was going to get the door already. his precious johto everstone had arrived in the mail. one copy, with the second arriving later due to shipment issues with olivine city. he had expected that, but hadn't expected his orders to not be approved yet. he was nox, and a former champion - did that not say anything to the importance of the package? (apparently not.). the door banging got louder and louder before he got up from his seat, replied the goddamn voice message and nearly claived his head with the corner of the table.

damn you, cynthia, flashed through his mind as wing was roused from his sleep. the skarmory extended itself to its full wingspan, a talon clamping down on steven. the former champion couldn't even get up. the skarmory was stronger than he was; the talons held a strong grip on his chest. if he moved, he was certain that one of the claws was going to pierce his heart. and then he'd die at the hands (or was it claws) of his own pokémon.

he finally opened the door.

and when he did, boy there was a whole lot of people. did cynthia really see the need to bring an entire army to get him out of his home? ... he appreciated the thought, but really, it was a little overdone. he opened his mouth to chide her - then realized the absurdity of the situation. sinnoh's champion leaving sinnoh had apparently incurred the wrath of her fanclub. and they had trailed her to hoenn. what a wonderful turn of events, the stone thought. it reminded him of wallace's, especially the way they went crazy.

"......... skaar?" wing poked its head out from behind steven's shoulder. he glanced at his pokémon. "shaaaa," wing commented, blinking once or twice. steven slapped wing's beak lightly, voice serious.

"stay here. i'm going after her."

and he was gone.

[lunefeng]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;][style=font-size:25px; text-align:left; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-1px; font-weight:80; margin-bottom: -15px] THIS IS THE LIFE YOU LEAD ◊[/style] [style=width:400px; background-color:ccccbb; font-size:5px; font-weight: 80;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;float:center; border-top: 5px solid #664400; border-bottom: 5px solid #664400; color:664400][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:tahoma; padding:10px]Cynthia didn't realize that, when she came to Rustburo, she wasn't exactly familiar with the entire layout of the city. She ran through streets, gaining many strange looks from just about everyone she passed, infinitly glad she had taken up track in school. She was a good ten feet in front of the crowd, however the more athletic fans were soon gaining on her. In a moment of panic, she swerved into an alleyway, relieved when she saw another thin path, barely in view. She squeezed herself into the thinner path, watching the fan horde run past her, before peeking around the corner. Cynthia noticed that they were already almost on the outskirts of the city, seeing tall grass at the end of the path. The horde had stopped in their confusion, and turned down another alley. Stepping out of the small path, she continued down the alleyway, walking to the large grassy field. It was the one that led to Rusturf tunnel, to Verdanturf town. Her eyes noted that there was a lot of yellow tape closing the entrance off, and sighed a bit. The field didn't much interest her. She walked around a little, before making her way back into the labyrinth of streets. The warm sunshine was nice in the cold weather, she supposed, but it had reflected off something, and as Cynthia made her way to that something, she had a bad feeling. Indeed, it was several small parcels taped together, wrapped in many, many wires, and to top it all of, had a timer on the top, strapped down by all the wires. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was a bomb. She'd always watched a crime show or two, and remembered what they always seemed to do, which wire to cut. However, Cynthia had just one problem with that, not being able to see which was which. [/style] [style=font-size:10px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:center]TAGS you COUNT 324 NOTES .. hope i didn't screw up[/style][/style]

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[daigo]

He roamed the streets quietly, eyes searching for Cynthia's familiar frame. However, he saw no one like her - he towered over most people, and he was sure that the Sinnoh champion towered over most other females too. Despite the height difference, he saw no one like her. He was undeterred in his search as he quickened his step before finally stopping - a skarmory stood in his path. Wing, he thought with a relieved smile; he had felt rather foolish at leaving the pokémon at home. Its ability to fly would be an asset - and indeed, it was.

Wing stormed off in a heavy rustling of steel feathers, and Steven headed in the other direction. The more grounds they covered, the faster they would find the female. Rustboro wasn't a safe haven anymore. Not even Devon's influence could keep the bombs away from it - and judging from this morning's newspaper, he wasn't exactly Mr Popular either. Steven Stone, (implied to be) blackmailing the heir to Devon Corp. Complete and utter bullshit, but the press didn't know better.

His steps quickened again.

---

"... so you're here. What are you doing, hiding?"

His voice seemed cold, determined to drive her out of Rustboro. He was going to handle this himself. Help was not in the least needed. Regardless of his tarnished reputations, he still had his values - he was going to protect what was his. Ensure they weren't harmed or damaged. Rustboro was one of them.

"Go back to Sinnoh. I'll send Wing to see you home."

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[lunefeng]

Cynthia turned around as she heard a voice, frowning a bit at the tone. "Well that's certainly a nice hello." She said indignantly, straightening. While she could usually glare down at the person she was mad at, it didn't seem to go over so well with Steven. She waved off his suggestion, shrugging. "I'm already here, I might as well make use of my time. What the hell, Steven." Cynthia took a few steps forward, a section of her mind concentrating on the time of the object behind her. "I would love to ask that question, however... I do seem to be in bit of some help."

Taking a step to the side to reveal the object, she realized a little too late that the other might be furious again. However, too late was too late, and she carried on with her original plan. "Getting rid of the bomb will clear your name as well as saving thousands of lives." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I would take care of it myself, but lack the ability to." She took several steps until she was right in front of Steven, silver eyes meeting steel blue. "Like it or not, I'm staying in Hoenn."

The Skarmory did indeed intimidate her a bit, but Tender would be quite the match up. The Skarmory would suffer against a fire type, which Tender just so happened to be, and have a powerful fire type attack as well. However, she wasn't particularly keen on attracting attention for obvious reasons. "Just let me help. It doesn't matter who does it if it gets done, does it?"

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[daigo]

What the hell indeed - Steven had half a mind to tell her what he thought of the word. He'd be stupid to even think of retorting to her question when she'd clearly found the very object he was looking for. A frown cut across his face. "You found a bomb, and you're telling me 'what the hell'?" his tone was questioning, slightly furious - his emotions were starting to get the better of him, "I might as well as you the same question again. What the hell, Cynthia?" Steel blue eyes hardened.

"I don't need my name cleared," Steven's voice sounded strained, as if he was placed under some pressure. It was clear that the event had taken its toll on him. Even though he tried to put up a facade which saying he didn't care, it wasn't working. Just the mention of it was sufficient to hit a nerve. All because I had tea with you was a sentence he was sorely tempted to add. If he hadn't chanced upon her and eventually started up a conversation with her, the entire conspiracy wouldn't be blamed on him.

"Like it or not, I want you out of Hoenn."

It really was childish, arguing like this. But Steven had no other ideas of how to take control of the conversation. He was no charismatic leader, neither was he a calm conversationalist. Wing landed next to him, having found both champions together. "It matters," his tone was grim, but instead of having Wing chase her off, he relented and returned the skarmory to his pokéball. "It matters a lot."

His hands were clenched into fists. The more time passed, the more the situation weighed on his mind. Steven Stone was not pulling strings in Devon. The Tsuwabuki family was never under any threat. Tsuwabuki Daigo and Steven Stone were one and the same.

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[lunefeng]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: BCBFBC][style=height: 200px; width: 200px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2088/2088896.png); background-repeat: no-repeat;][/style][style=float: right; background-color:BCBFBC][style= float: right;text-align: right; margin-right: 70px; margin-top: -170px; text-shadow: #CACACA 3px 3px 1px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: 000000; padding: 10px;]you said i was [style=margin-right: -30px]beautiful[/style][/style][style= float: right;text-align: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -120px; text-shadow: #CACACA 3px 3px 1px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: 000000; padding: 20px;]and i believed you[/style][style=float:right; width: 170px; text-align: left; margin-right: 30px; margin-top: -60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 420B0B]music you belong here - anberlin tag baobei as steven notes uh. tell me if i fucked up lol[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10 20 30 20; text-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 420B0B; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia]So, Cynthia had to admit, the bomb certainly threw the whole situation for a loop. It seemed like whenever she was with Steven, there was a bomb involved. Hopefully, this wouldn't become a trend. She raised her eyebrows as he said that he didn't need his name cleared. She could practically hear the lie, dripping off those words in thick droplets. "You can't make me leave Hoenn, you know." She fixed him with a glare, eyes narrowed. She had come to Rustburo to see if he was okay, and he was being incredibly cold. Cynthia thought that Steven was being incredibly stubborn, but maybe that was just who he was. "I'm staying. My final decision." She was tempted to throw her arms into the air, she was so frustrated. "Steven Stone, would you just let me help?" She sighed, before realizing that there was something more important than standing here and arguing with Steven. Still sitting on the ground behind her, the bomb ticked ominously. Cynthia glanced behind her to see what the time was on the mechanism, seeing that they had just over half an hour left. She didn't dare pick it up in case it exploded upon motion contact as well, frowning at all the wires. "I don't suppose you know how to disarm a bomb, Steven." She considered, crouching down to examine the bomb a little more closely. They were running fairly short on time, and if the horde of screaming people came back, they were, to put it quite bluntly, screwed. [/style][/style]

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[daigo]

"but i can make you leave rustboro," steven said a little too calmly, steel blue eyes flicking towards cynthia. he watched her. "fine. stay in hoenn, get out of this city." my city, he added mentally, not wanting to put a former fellow champion in danger. his reputation wasn't the only thing at stake. whether his head remained on his neck was another thing at risk as well. the more he thought about it, the more he thought cynthia should get out of the area. it was far too dangerous; cynthia's words further convinced him.

"no."

that was his final answer, staring at her. if she doubted his ability to handle a bomb, it was justified - steven stone was just widely known as a rock maniac, but not a technology expert. daigo however, was rightful (though not current) heir to devon corp. it was only natural that he had some sort of idea about wires and circuits; a bomb wasn't of too much trouble. the last time he encountered something like this, sure, it exploded, but no lives were harmed. he figured it was a good thing.

"i might. worse case scenario, it explodes, but if you're - and most people - are out of the way, there won't be deaths. the only one at risk would be me," he said, the fact that he actually sounded selfless coming back to hit him just a second later. "your fanbase is coming."

without a second word, he reached out and tried to grab the bomb and make a run for it.

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[lunefeng]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: BCBFBC][style=height: 200px; width: 200px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2088/2088896.png); background-repeat: no-repeat;][/style][style=float: right; background-color:BCBFBC][style= float: right;text-align: right; margin-right: 70px; margin-top: -170px; text-shadow: #CACACA 3px 3px 1px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: 000000; padding: 10px;]you said i was [style=margin-right: -30px]beautiful[/style][/style][style= float: right;text-align: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -120px; text-shadow: #CACACA 3px 3px 1px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: 000000; padding: 20px;]and i believed you[/style][style=float:right; width: 170px; text-align: left; margin-right: 30px; margin-top: -60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 420B0B]music an anberlin song tag baobei as steven notes orz[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10 20 30 20; text-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 420B0B; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia]Steven seemed to be pressing every one of her buttons today. "Playing the hero like that isn't going to help some people!" She shouted, before her eyes widened. Did he just-- "Steven!" She screamed, before turning around. Indeed, there was a mob standing several metres back, the leader spotting her and screaming. Cynthia broke into a run after Steven. She wasn't as tall as him, that was for sure, but her legs were about the same length, taking a bit of pride in that. Her strides were about equal in length to his, but being female, her physical capability was just slightly below his. She could keep pace relatively well with Steven. The gigantic mob of people behind her was another story. "Steven, come on!" Cynthia cried, chasing after him. When they started to approach the edges of the city, she vaguely remembered that there was a route leading up north out of Rustburo. It was a fairly short route, but a route nonetheless. Was Steven planning on detonating the bomb there? A frown crossed her face as she continued running, worry beginning to course through her veins. Indeed, the destination did seem to be for the route above Rustburo as she quickly approached the outskirts of the city. Upon exit from the city limits, she took a deep breath, surging forward. Running track as a teenager was certainly paying off. Cynthia raced forward, an arm reaching out to grab onto Steven's arm to yank him back. [/style][/style]

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[daigo]

he was lucky he didn't have long hair. if he did, he was fairly certain that cynthia would try to grab it and yank him back. and so, he broke into a sprint, suit not in the least limiting his movements. the former champion quite lithely hurdled over a gate separating the pedestrians from the traffic on the roads, crossed to the other side's pavement and continued running towards the northern part of the city. he had no idea how long he had left on the bomb. he did not have equipment suitable to disarm the explosive either. the best course of action would be to detonate it in the sea, which of course, judging by cynthia's reaction towards him, was most probably a very logical course of action.

steven ignored the champion's cries towards him. the outer edge of the city loomed near, and he felt his breath quicken. he was unlike his trainer self. too many years out of the job had taken away most of his previous stamina, but it was apparent that he still stood a fair mark away from the average person; he had, after all, eluded capture from the golden-haired female so far. the man paused for a split second, then started towards an alleyway to the right; it was a shortcut to the cliffside.

he glanced over his shoulder, seeing cynthia run past the tiny path he had ducked into. steven sighed a breath of relief, and turned to the bomb - and then a hand appeared next to him.

"goddamn it, cynthia!" he roared, immediately turning tail and running - but the mob stopped him. they were slowly inching towards him, and as cynthia's hand latched onto his arm, he knew he was effectively cornered. he had not expected a horde of hormonally-charged men to be chasing him as well. he thought they were chasing cynthia.

but it seemed like he had been mistaken.

he whipped around, steel blue eyes clashing against concerned silver. "does stopping me make you more of a hero?" he questioned her, "do you even know what the bomb means to the city? do you even ... know how many lives are at stake? i can't let that happen. not here. not now. and you being in rustboro means that you're a life in my city." he ignored his slip of the tongue. "i can't let someone die under my watch."

"so for fuck's sake, cynthia, get out of here. and take your men with you."

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[lunefeng]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: BCBFBC][style=height: 200px; width: 200px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2088/2088896.png); background-repeat: no-repeat;][/style][style=float: right; background-color:BCBFBC][style= float: right;text-align: right; margin-right: 70px; margin-top: -170px; text-shadow: #CACACA 3px 3px 1px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: 000000; padding: 10px;]you said i was [style=margin-right: -30px]beautiful[/style][/style][style= float: right;text-align: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -120px; text-shadow: #CACACA 3px 3px 1px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: 000000; padding: 20px;]and i believed you[/style][style=float:right; width: 170px; text-align: left; margin-right: 30px; margin-top: -60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 420B0B]music prayer of the refugee - rise against tag baobei as steven notes this is so late ide ;;[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10 20 30 20; text-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 420B0B; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia]Cynthia refused to flinch as she let the harsh words slide off her skin. "I am well aware." She pointedly glanced at the large mob slowly advancing. "True as it may be that I'm in your territory at the moment, but I am the same." She glanced down at the ground for a moment, before looking back up, silver eyes growing hard, fierce. "I will not let you simply throw away your life. Not you." Cynthia's grip on Steven's arm slid down until she was grasping his wrist, eyes glancing around. A solution where no lives were lost would be the most desirable, but seeing as how neither of them knew how to diffuse a bomb, that was quickly abandoned. Cynthia's eyes focused on the water for a moment, before a lightbulb went off in her head. "Rustburo doesn't have to be lost today, Steven." She murmured. "And neither do you." Pulling on Steven's arm, Cynthia tugged him over to the bay, stepping on sand rather than grass after a moment. "Just send it into the water." True, many pokemon may be lost, but the explosion would surely be stifled a bit in there. The crowd behind them followed, a bit wary now. They had seen the bomb, and were concerned. "Cynthia!" One of them shouted, reaching out to grab her other arm. Cynthia pulled back quickly, standing beside Steven. Being dragged into a crowd of men many years older than her was not something she was particularly interested in. "I wouldn't mind if you had gotten this crowd out of my hair." She muttered under her breath. "Just throw the bomb into the water." [/style][/style]

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[daigo]

Steven had a nagging feeling that Cynthia wouldn't let him go that easily. In fact, his guess had been right on the money when the female retorted yet again, but this time, her voice was visibly softer, less harsh. He wasn't swayed, however - she might have been in the same boat as him, but the main difference was their hometown. Rustboro was undeniably his. This was no idyllic Celestic. This was a massive city, not an ancient town.

''My life is mine to abuse,'' he said, ''and only mine to throw away.'' The former champion's eyes were harsh, but his lightly squeezing her hand reassuringly indicated otherwise. He turned to the crowd, and threw the bomb at them - then glanced at the Sinnoh champ, smirking. ''Would it be me, or them?''

He did not wait for a response but instead, pulled her in the other direction and started to run.

[lunefeng]

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[daigo]

He felt stupid, but there was something he had to say anyway. ''I'd put it all on the line for Rustboro,'' he told her, serious, ''I don't care what it takes. You should have fucking realized by now. A little slow on the uptake, aren't we, Cynthia?'' His smirk was back, barely affected by the fact that he had been running some distance. The former champion, despite lack of training for some time, still managed to keep in fine shape due to his constant expeditions for rocks.

''Would you cry for me then?'' His smile was teasing, tone no different. ''Imagine my dead body across the front of the papers. Some people would be happy.'' The fact that she was honestly concerned for him was completely unnoticed, perhaps because he hadn't expected her to.

He glanced to the back, satisfied that the fanclub was mostly gone. Entirely gone, too. ''We should go back and retrieve the bomb. I wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.'' It went without saying that the cult would not have their plans thwarted time after time by two champions.

[lunefeng]

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