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[ This is a Indie Semi-Selective Lysandre Fleur-de-Lis from Pokemon RP blog penned by Blazey. See the Rules and Bio before interacting ]
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((I’ve thought about it long and hard and I’ve finally came to a decision:
This character is going to be redone and updated
I feel like I’ve ran Lysandre into a rut, I feel like he’s not growing or becoming worse, he’s just...sitting there. I’ve decided to redo him due to the lack of any progress and the lack of interaction which may be my own fault because of how I write him. I love this muse, I really do, but I think I’ve messed up on him somewhere and it shows.
I plan to make changes to him ICly in his past, his personality, his team, and the like and I plan to make changes OCCly such as drawing icons for him/the use of icons in general, perhaps some sort of formatting for replies, and other things. I hope to do such within a reasonable time frame, but I’m not making any promises due to how my Depression, energy levels, and life can be sometimes.
Sorry for the suddenness, but I feel like this is necessary. You can still catch me however on @pokemonxtales))
@legendsbehold replied to your post: ((I swear I haven’t forgotten about this blog, in...
MERGE. MERGE. MERGE.
((Honestly I would rather not do that with this/canon Lysandre. He was my first muse coming into the Pokemon RPC and he holds a special place in my heart. It would make things easier yes, perhaps even kick his muse back into gear, but I just can’t bring myself to do it))
((I swear I haven’t forgotten about this blog, in fact I’ve been thinking about it a lot in terms of rehauling it, but I’ve been more active on my Multi-Muse blog @pokemonxtales ))
Whoever first declared that murder was evil clearly had not done it themselves. It was natural, it was necessary....
It was intoxicating.
A would-be assassin groaned from her place on the floor, tied and bloodied, when Lysandre finally stepped into the room. Agent stood behind her where they had been trying to extract information from her, black metal knuckles with faint traces of blood, and they looked toward their king.
“Did you get anything of use to us? Or of who sent her?” Lysandre asked, already unbuttoning his jacket to take it off.
“ᑎEGᗩTIᐯE Oᑎ ᖇETᖇIEᐯᗩᒪ Oᖴ ᗯᕼO ᔕEᑎT TᕼE ᑭᖇIᔕOᑎEᖇ. ᗩᖴᖴIᖇᗰᗩTIᐯE Oᑎ GᗩIᑎIᑎG IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ TᕼᗩT Iᔕ ᑌᔕᗩᗷᒪE TO Oᑌᖇ ᑕᗩᑌᔕE, ᗰY KIᑎG.” the cyborg responded, “ᑫᑌEᖇY: ᗪO YOᑌ ᗯIᔕᕼ ᖴOᖇ ᗰE TO ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌE TᕼE IᑎTEᖇᖇOGᗩTIOᑎ?” At the question there was another groan from below them, but it was ignored. By this time Lysandre had folded his coat up and placed it where it would remain clean and had rolled up his sleeves.
“No, I’ll deal with it from here. Stand outside the the door, let no one in.” the Team Flare Leader ordered. Agent nodded slightly before they were told what they were ordered, closing the door behind them quietly. The assassin looked up at him with a black eye that was swollen shut and a bloodied nose among other things, watching as he stepped closer.
It reminded her too much of a predator closing in on it’s prey.
He stopped right in front of her, “Tell me who sent you.” was all he said in a flat tone. There was silence before she weakly laughed.
“Why should I tell you when I’m going to die anyway?” the Unovan asked and then her face suddenly met the bottom of Lysandre’s boot when he stomped on it. He kept it there and pushed some of his weight on her, ignoring with quiet sickening crunch that came from underneath it.
“If you answer then I’ll make sure your death is quick. Otherwise I’ll make sure you suffer.” he shifted his foot slightly to see one of her eyes, “I can keep you alive for weeks in constant agony if I wanted to. I suggest you take my offer...” A noise escaped her, a sign of her trying to speak, and the bearded man moved his boot off of her face. A wet cough escaped the woman before she drew in a pained breath.
“Fine...fine...A man named Sevn Rikes paid me to kill the leader of Team Flare.” she coughed a bit more, “I didn’t think it would be a man who seemed so determined to help the world...” she finished answering, knowing there was no other way out. Lysandre stared at her for a few moments before he turned and moved toward the table and chair that was in the room. He didn’t say anything for a long time, instead examining each knife and dagger he picked up.
He finally spoke though, “I am helping the world, just not in the way most people believe....” the tall male picked up a rather large dagger with a golden and gem encrusted hilt, testing the weight.
“I plan to do it better.”
In a quick movement he threw the dagger at her and it was a split second later that she felt pain blossom in her rib cage. The prisoner looked down and saw that he managed to get the blade between her ribs and puncture a lung. Wait, why didn’t he aim for her heart if he had such good aim?!
“W-why? Why didn’t you...just kill me?! You said it would be a quick death!” A mix of pain, shock, and horror filled her as she watched his smirk grow a bit more.
“I lied of course. I don’t have to keep my word for filth such as yourself.” Lysandre answered in a tone dripping with cruel intentions, “Now, be a good girl and scream.” Another dagger was throw and pierced her thigh, making the woman scream in agony. The team leader let out a breath before sitting in the chair next to the table, grabbing a small knife this time, and took a few moments to listen to her wet wheezing and quiet sobs. So easily broken from her tough facade she had earlier, so euphoric to get her to this state, he needed more.
He threw the knife from where he was sitting and watched it embed itself to the hilt in her stomach, heard her let out another scream...
A heat blush started to form on his cheeks and his pants started to tighten as his arousal started to rise.
Ah, so it was going to be one of those times. One would think he would be disgusted with himself for feeling arousal in front of some dying, but he didn’t. Perhaps at first he did, but now he just embraced it though he still liked to do it alone. It might have just been him using his hand, never touching the dying victim, but it felt perhaps better than having sex with someone else.
The assassin was in too much pain and feeling her blood slowly draining out of her body and into her lungs to notice what her torturer was doing. Lysandre’s breathing became a bit harder as he undid his pants and pushed them down enough to pull out his hardening member out. The Flare leader started to stroke himself and looked back to the dying woman, catching every detail he could.
The blood leaking from her wounds and mouth, the wet wheezing as her lungs filled with her own blood, bruises blossoming on her paling skin. It was beautiful, erotic, and made him want to see it again and again. Surely there was something wrong with him, but he didn’t give a damn right now. Let him enjoy his madness if only for these moments.
Lysandre could already feel the edge coming closer and he started to pump his cock more firmly. Even through the pleasure-filled haze he could also see that she was close to being dead, her breathing becoming harsh and more spaced out. Perhaps he’d be able to finish before she died, perhaps not, he was too far in his own pleasure to elongate her life.
The would-be assassin let out a single loud cough, blood coming up with it, before she let out one last breath and stilled, her eye closing. That was enough for the bearded man though. He moaned and arched his back slightly from the chair he sat in as he came, his member throbbing with each spurt of cum onto the floor in front of him. The large male kept pumping himself through his orgasm and only started to lazily stroke himself as he felt himself start coming down. His breathing turned deep as he started to recollect himself, closing his eyes and leaning his head back to enjoy his afterglow.
Yes...much better.
After a few minutes he finally moved to tuck himself back into his pants and straighten himself out, making sure to smear some of the blood over the streaks he had left behind. He might have embraced this strange quirk of his, but he wanted to keep it to himself. The Team Flare boss then went to the door and opened it after he grabbed his coat.
“Tell Xerosic that he can pick up the body when he wants to do whatever he wishes with it. I also want you to start a search for Sevn Rikes and I want his head displayed outside his family’s home when they wake up.” he ordered as he walked by the cyborg.
"You and the Aether Prez probably would get along."
He glanced at her briefly, staying silent for the moment. Should he tell her? He was rather curious of her reaction…
“….She was my childhood friend actually, a close one at that.” the only one that his father arranged and he liked, but Plumeria didn’t need to know that, “I even attended her wedding to Mohn.” Such a shame really, he himself would have made a better husband for her.
@laodhan replied to your post: shoves him back into the grave with a pointy hoof....
gives him nasty eyes. don’t think ur off the hook or she likes u lysandre she just doesn’t have the patience to deal with the REST of your bloodline >:I
Oh just you wait, you’ll be part of his collection soon soon enough...
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