Post by daigo on Feb 13, 2012 9:00:02 GMT -5
"even when every single person you ever loved and cared for dies, you'll only cry some?" his tone teased her, seemed to mock her initial slip in stating that she did not cry, and the following statement as well. "and not for all of them? i am appalled, cynthia, you didn’t strike me as cold-hearted -" he raised both his hands, seemingly in defense of himself, and shrugged.
"just something to think about. it's not good to lie to yourself."
hypocrite, he reprimanded himself, big fucking hypocrite. the former champion walked alongside his ex-colleague, steps slower than usual - even though rustboro was at stake, his own words had managed to shake him enough to slow down and take a good look. his casual stroll soon morphed into something more sinister when cynthia's exclamation roused his senses.
he had to restrain himself more than once or thrice to keep himself from losing it expletive-wise. the bomb was gone, it was gone. no longer there, and just a nice clearing that stared at the two champions rather annoyingly. steven's gaze hardened into a glare.
"the fuck it went?"
"aaaHAHAHAahahaHAHA!"
maniacal laughter rang through the clearing as a man jumped down wildly from the trees, hands waving like a chicken on steroids. he jumped in front of the duo - steven was ready to negate the distance between them and strangle him from limb to limb - and opened the coat he had on, with a flourish to boot.
lo and behold, there was the bomb.
"shit."
it was strapped on the fanboy's chest, and it was counting down to imminent doom.
((100th ic post right here))