I got Magma in your Rocket.

Plant the mustard seed deep inside of me, and I'll uproot a sycamore tree. My pride is a beast, and it's coming here to feast on these limitations I put out on myself. --closed rp blog for RHQTales--

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Magma Heart || Damian & Tabitha || Flashback

[rejectedrevenge]

Damian grins a feral grin at Tabitha as he hoists the girl closer, thrilled at her soft curves, her soon to be terror. “She is good, and your catch looks downright fun too. Lemme check the girl for anything she could use to fight back and then I’ll have Zion cover our escape. She can make people ignore us, so we can get out to the forest. Wait till you see the spot I found, it’s perfect.” 

Damian groped around on the girl, found two pokemon who were so terribly upset in their pokeballs, and brought out his paste to cover the seal. They wouldn’t be getting out from that anytime soon, it was something he had concocted himself.

He might have done a little extra groping, but hey, it was his prey, he was allowed to have his fun. It was more fun when they were squirming away in terror though. He hoisted her up onto his shoulder and looked over to Tabitha, gesturing with his hand to Zion to take point.

“Ready to head out?”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

That was the best bit about their little hunting trips; they came back with more than just some relaxation, they got things, things they could turn in to Boss for the glory of Team Magma. No one knew, exactly, just what the two got up to, but Tabitha was certain as long as they spent their spare time doing something at least mildly beneficial to Magma, no one would expressly care.

Of course, that was all completely besides the point that it was just way too fun. He borrowed some of Damian’s special paste to jam the boy’s pokeball’s, too, and then turned fully to his friend—if his hands were free, he would have given him a mock salute, but as it were, Tabitha merely gave his mightyena-like laugh. “Lead the way, mate,” he said, “I’d love te see what this perfect spot looks like. Warnin’ ye now, there ain’t enough mud an’ I’m gonna be disappointed.”

The longer they took the hungrier he got, and he licked his lips as they set off into the woods, just imagining his teeth tearing into soft, warm, bloody flesh, gnawing on bone.... A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. “We got lucky we found some so quickly,” he mused, “it seems like it takes ferever usually.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Magma Heart || Damian & Tabitha || Flashback

[rejectedrevenge]

Damian leads them down twisting alley after alley, leading the unsuspecting twins further away from the crowds and witnesses of the street fair. Zion keeps up the illusion of the small girl peeking around corners and giggling and when they reach a street near the opposite side of town, near the woods Damian stops. 

He turns to Tabitha with a devilish grin, the two trapped between the two young Magma members. “Tabitha~ time for fun!” He whips himself over to the unsuspecting girl who lets out a screech as Damian descends on her, grabbing her around the waist and holding her flush to him. He leaves the young man to Tabitha’s whims, more focused on the nice smell, the soft flesh of the flailing girl he holds captive.

“Night, night sweetheart~” He pulls the syringe from his pocket and slips it into the exposed skin of her hip, her shirt pulled up slightly from her struggle. She lets out a soft wheeze of air before slumping in his arms, and Damian has time to admire his catch. Decent sized chest, nice hips, sweet smell– he’d grabbed a good one today. She’d be a nice fuck, probably even more fun to torture with her brother in tow.

He turned then, back to his brother to see how he’d fared. Hopefully he’d already knocked his unconscious. “Tabitha! How is your prey?”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

It takes forever. Tabitha is not the sort to be patient in any sense of the word, and he’s getting fidgety and twitchy as they go; occasionally the prey looks at him, like he knows something’s strange, but he never says anything or does anything. Maybe he doesn’t know? Or maybe he believes too much in the story of Damian’s “sister” to do anything right now.

Either way, it’s his mistake. They stop near the woods, and Damian turns and smiles and gives the okay. Tabitha’s eyes brighten immediately, and the prey’s face—oh, his face—it splits into a grim shade of regret and then quickly into terror as he sees Damian going for his actual real sister. He tries to lunge, but Tabitha is quicker, and tackles into his midsection, taking both of them to the ground.

Tabitha’s hand quickly wraps around the prey’s neck, and with his other, he whips the shillelagh off his back and whacks the other boy upside the head with it, just so—a move he’s done many times in the field, perfected even, and the prey is without doubt incapacitated. Tabitha takes his time to search his person, to remove pokemon and anything of value he can find, and to grope experimentally at the boy’s flesh. Not as much meat as he would want, but not bad.

He hears Damian call his name and his head whips around, grin broad on his face, and he replies. “Lookin’ good, Dam,” he says, “so soft, like he ain’t spent a day in the field.... How bout’che? She errythin’ ye were hopin’ fer?” Returning the staff to his back, Tabitha stands and hoists the other boy over his shoulder with a grunt. “Shall we?”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Brotherhood || Damian & Tabitha

[rejectedrevenge]

No.

Damian stopped cold. He stayed still a second, taking in Tabitha’s words before gesturing for Zion to come out and teleport them. After the rush of ozone and bit of initial dizziness from the move, Damian looked around the confines of his secret base and moved over to a soft spot of ground to sit Tabitha up against.

He sat across from Tabitha, still thinking for a minute before speaking. “Tainted. You say she’s tainted. With the essence of the trickster.” Damian’s voice was hard, unbelieving. But it made a horrible kind of sense. “The quick healing, the halting when she would get so mad, nothing I did would kill her– it makes sense–” Damian brought a hand up to fidget with his hair as she spoke, agitation making his manbun come undone.

“Shit, well this certainly makes things interesting. Do you think your bastard of a cousin knows?” Damian was going to have to do damage control, if Archer knew anything of this, if it was even true, then he would fight twice as hard to keep Sapphire from him. Leaving her there now was seeming like a very big miscalculation. “Tell me more. Tell me everything that happened.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Damian stops and is quiet and Tabitha is scared. The only thing that keeps him from going into a full-on panic attack is knowing that Damian knows he’s more than willing to tell him anything he wants. Zion teleports them outside, and Tabitha smells the ozone and feels the nausea in his gut, and he makes no move to, well, move, even after Damian has sat him down in the secret base.

Damian starts to reiterate what Tabitha has told him, starts to muse on what it meant and the signs he should have seen, and that’s when Tabitha knows he’s in trouble, that his punishment is coming. The manbun. Damian lets his hair down, and inwardly, Tabitha weeps for the future of the world. ....Actually, it looks fine down, too. How was Damian always so goddamn pretty???

“He knows,” Tab deadpans, a grim expression taking over his features, “he damn well knows.” Denied it like a blasphemer, he thought, but definitely knew. He doesn’t need telling twice when Damian asks for the details, because he’s been sitting on this for weeks, waiting to tell him.

“I went te Archer’s dorm te bum food off ‘im,” he says, “and she were there, so I thought I’d give ‘er a reminder who owned her, got me teeth inte her, an’ Archer comes back, forces me down, takes us both te the infirm so Lambda could patch ‘er up. An’ she glows and the Trickster—” Tabitha swallows heavily. “The Trickster spoke through her. Said... somethin’ about shards, an’ that’s why she ain’t been able te do shit ‘bout ye.” He’s had a lot of time to think about the encounter, a lot of time to wonder what it meant. He’d never learned anything about shards at the temple. “Her blood made me sick. She’s tainted.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Magma Heart || Damian & Tabitha || Flashback

[rejectedrevenge]

Damian couldn’t help but laugh as Tabitha agreed, the boy was nothing if not eager. He had been on squads where Tabitha’s overconfidence had caused more than one issue. He preferred his new position in the base anyway, thrilled that Maxie had given him the whole T&I unit to run. 

The walk in the city is nice, lights and smells and people all converged in one place, the perfect setting for a grab– so many unsuspecting victims, so many possibilities. He keeps an eye on Tabitha, gesturing for him to follow as he sees a street performer and a small crowd.

Perfect.

He quirks his head as signal to Tabitha, and sweeps his eyes over the crowd. No, no, no, wait– there. Two people near the edge of the crowd. Both brunette, blue eyed, one young man, one young woman. About the same age as him and Tabitha, and if Damian’s intuition is right (he usually is about these things) then they have stumbled across a pair of twins. Perfect– siblings are always fun to torture, always willing to try and protect the other. 

He walks over, a panicked expression on his face, the game about to begin. “Excuse me, hey man, have you seen a little girl around here– I can’t find my little sister, my friend and I have been looking but I can’t find her. She was right around here, any chance you tow could help us look?” He shot a panicked look back at Tabitha, the signal that the game was afoot. Zion had been released earlier, her illusions ready to help draw the pair off. The pair immediately looked concerned, the young woman already scanning the crowd. The image of a little girl, no more than seven years old, flashed around a nearby corner catching her eye. 

“Was that her?” Concerned blue eyes peered at Damian as he gave a sharp nod, fake concern coloring his voice. “She loves to run and play games, could you tag along? She might come to you easier, she just wants to keep me and Nate here,” he gestured at Tabs, “–running all night.” the girl and her brother nodded, and Damian could hardly believe how lucky they were getting with these two. They started after her, and Damian slipped the syringe into his hand, with a nod to Tabitha.

The hunt was on.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Tabitha’s practically vibrating with excitement as they head further into town. He’s never done drugs before, but he imagines this is what it would feel like, shaky and fueled with adrenaline and eager to jump at anything that came near them but just barely able to contain himself. Damian spots a crowd at a street performer and leads him over, and like a good boy, Tabitha follows.

He tries to do what Damian does, tries to eye the people around them and stake out a mark (it’s hard when no one’s wearing Aqua-blue) but he doesn’t need to pretend to bother for long, because Damian finds a couple of people—Tabitha has to hop to see over the crowd, unfortunately he hasn’t hit any drastic sort of growth spurt yet—and he can see they look incredibly alike. Related? Maybe?

Damian approaches them and Tabitha follows closely behind, ears perked as he maybe stares a bit too obviously at the boy of the pair. He looks nice. He looks... tender. But he keeps his mouth shut while Damian spins his tale about his “missing sister,” and though Tabitha doesn’t see anything, when the girl asks if that was her, he’s confident his brother must have had Zion standing by somewhere.

“Probably better to find her quickly,” the young man said as they went, “this is the way out of town, if she gets too far....” His brows knit in concern over his big, blue eyes as he leaves the sentence hanging. Tabitha says nothing during the entire goose chase, his eyes wide and flitting quickly from their prey to Damian, waiting for his signal to do the thing, the entire time his mind racing—were they far enough away, were they safe from prying eyes, how much further, how much further?? He’s not sure how long he can keep being good. Hopefully Damian gives the okay soon.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Brotherhood || Damian & Tabitha

[rejectedrevenge]

Damian let a soft snarl escape through his teeth, he hadn’t planned for Archer to fucking take her in like a stray. He had to brush the hair from his face, tucking the longer strands that had escaped the confines of the quick bun he had pulled it up it before coming in. He had been busy recently, hadn’t had time to cut it. It was getting kind of annoying really. 

“Trust me, him takin Sapphire was not in my plan, I don’t blame you for jumping her when you got the chance.” He looked down at Tabs, a dark grin on his face. “Sure as hell know I enjoy doing that.” He jostled Tabitha on to his shoulder, pulling the man firmly onto his back as he thought of a way to get them out of there. If he could just get three rooms down to where Zion laid in wait, they would be golden.

With Tabs settling onto his back, he started off, half listening to what the other man was mumbling into his shoulder until the mutterings turn more coherent. More scared. Damian made it the three doors down, and right before he gestured for Zion to teleport them out of the base he stopped. There was no one else around so he tilted his head back and whispered harshly, “What do you mean, careful around her? Tabitha, what the hell happened?”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Tabitha watches idly as Damian fixes his hair—Groudon’s grace, it had gotten long, where had Damian been that he hadn’t been able to get a haircut and instead gotten an extremely sexy and glorious manbun? Tabitha wants to touch it. Tabitha wants to touch his hair. He frees one of his hands and reaches up to touch the manbun. Glorious.

It’s good to know Damian isn’t mad at him for taking shots at the bitch, though. Primarily, that had been what Tabitha had been worried about—that Damian would be mad he bit a chunk out of his favorite toy, that Tabitha would be in trouble, but instead Damian backs him up, and it’s a good feeling. “Ye make it look like such fun, mate,” he chuckles, “an’ ye know? All those beatin’s made ‘er tender. Teeth went right through her like tissue paper.”

They make it to another room. Everything looks the same to Tab—he doesn’t care where they head through as long as they end up in the nice, shady bit of woods Damian promised him. A small smile plays across his lips as he catches sight of Zion skulking around, and he braces himself for the sensation of teleporting that he hates so much but suddenly they’re stopped and Damian turns his head to whisper harshly at him, so close to his ear. Tabitha shivered, suddenly regretting saying anything. He could only hope Damian wouldn’t be mad at him.

“I mean,” he stumbles over his words, “I mean, mate—she, er....” He finds comfort in fingering the manbun. He swallows hard. “She’s tainted,” he finally manages to spit out, mouth twisting into a snarl at just the thought. “She let the Trickster inte her soul, Dam. I saw it with me own eyes, I saw it. The unholy beast.... It’s inner.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Brotherhood || Damian & Tabitha

[rejectedrevenge]

Groudon, Tabs sounded bad, the whimper he let out causing Damian’s ire to rise in his chest once more. Archer had taken his pet, imprisoned his Magma brother- the man would pay. Oh, he would pay. Damian hurriedly pulled his lock picks from his pocket (he always kept them on his person, thank all that be) and began to work at the bindings on Tabitha’s hands.

“Of course I came, you dolt. I’m yer brother in arms, I’ve got to make sure you don’t get yerself into shit like this.” Damian shook his head and did some math in his head before responding. “It’s been at least a few weeks, I shoved Sapphire under Archer’s nose to keep him busy, piss him off– wasn’t expecting him to take her in of course, bit of a wrench in my plans but this–”

He listened as Tabitha rambled on, the look in his eyes making even Damian feel a sliver of pity for the man. This was no place for his brother-in-arms, certainly not. “It’s alright, of course I’m here to git you out, I’ve got a small secret base near out in the woods, you’ll like it there, none of these city brat Rockets’ll be able to find it.” The portion about Sapphire perked his interest, he’d have to hear more about this later.

“I’m sure she deserved whatever you dished out on her, the little bitch has quite the mouth on her, even when she knows its useless. Her bravado can be cute until it’s fuckin annoying.” He kept talking as he slipped the bindings off of Tabitha’s hands and maneuvered to lift the man onto his back. There was no was Tabitha could walk out of her on his own power and not get them caught.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Tabitha shifted as best he could to allow Damian access to the bindings, relaxing as he felt the pressure made by the motions and movements of the pick inside the lock. Damian says it had to have been a few weeks at least, and Tabitha believes it—now that he can see, his hair is longer than he thought it was, and he blows his bangs out of his face.

“Well, that explains it, then,” he says, “s’where I found her, all curled up on his couch. Thought she was tryin’ te git away from ye. Didn’t realize ye’d put ‘er there.” He sighs heavily and sits forward, shifting anxiously as he waits for his hands to be free, and when he finally felt the cuffs release he stretched his arms out and brought them around to his front for the first time in what seemed like forever. It ached, but it was a bit of a good ache, and he eyed the bruises and blisters on his wrists wearily, feeling the seeds of anger boil back up in him again.

If he’d been in any shape to, he’d have run off right then, gone on a rampage through the base—unfortunately, he didn’t think he could even stand on his own, but it seemed Damian was aware of the fact, because the next thing Tabitha knew, his brother was lifting him onto his back. He sluggishly lifted his arms to wrap them securely, yet loosely, around his brother’s neck, and he leaned into him and allowed himself to be carried. “Woods sounds nice,” he croaks, “peace and quiet sounds nice. Thanks, mate. Looks like I owe ye again, eh?” He laughs pathetically and and buries his face into Damian’s shoulder. It was comforting and warm like Groudon’s deserts. And speaking of Groudon....

“....It may not be useless,” he says after a long moment. “Uhm, Dam, mate—somethin’.... happened. Somethin’ not good. I, I, I... I think... ye need te be careful. ‘Round the girl, I mean. Careful.” He didn’t know how to explain it, but it had been scary. Even now he could hear the Trickster speaking through her, remembered the fire in his shoulder when her hand had brushed his scar. Damian was in danger.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Magma Heart || Damian & Tabitha || Flashback

[rejectedrevenge]

“That’s the thing Tabs, we’re only gonna grab two to start so we can enjoy ourselves, we don’t want to get too overconfident. Might get ourselves caught that way.” He strolled along with Tabs, watching as the younger man expounded about the fun they were going to have.

“I feel ya man, it does feel we got him on our side today. And the drugs?” Damian let out a wicked grin as he pulled a syringe out of his shoulder bag, wagging it in front of Tabitha. “Once we find a crowded spot, we wait till our mark is distracted, and everyone else is too, then we just-” Damian let his mouth round and make a popping noise as he pretended to push the syringe. “It’s not chloroform, it’s a high dose of morphine, so we can wake them up when we get them to where we want them.”

The wicked grin was back as they made their way closer to the crowded town, the noise beginning to reach them. Damian let out a deep bellied laugh and tucked the syringe away so it would not be seen. “I say we take them deep into the near woods. Then we can have good fun with no distractions.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

“Oh... right,” Tabitha agreed, “yeah, overconfidence. That’s bad.” Or so he was told by pretty much anyone who he had taken on missions ever, especially after those few times his self-assuredness had gotten his squads into trouble with Aqua. He was sure even Boss had told him off for it once or twice. 

His eyes widened curiously as Damian explained how the drugs would work, as he showed him the needle and wagged it back and forth. Tabitha had never used a needle, before—though, he recalled once upon a time his father having to fly out to participate in an intervention for a cousin of his who, apparently, used needles to do drugs, himself. So they were really just going to get people high, he concluded in his head. “Morphine,” he repeated, “like they use in the infirm sometimes when they stitch people back up. Aight, I think I understand.”

When Damian decides they’re going to have their fun deep in the woods, Tabitha perks up even more, if that were remotely possible; the woods were his favorite. When he didn’t want to sleep on-base—which was often, he didn’t like the stuffy inside air—he would just go camping out in the woods with his pokemon, and he knew it like the back of his hand. “I second yer motion!” he agrees easily, “mark our prey, an’ we set off!” The town was just as hippinin’ and hoppinin’ as he’d expected it would be—he can hear the hustle and bustle of the night life starting to emerge, and once they get close enough to end up on a sidewalk, he eyes the people coming and going almost greedily and licks his lips. “Aight, mate,” he says, “we got our pick!”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Brotherhood || Damian & Tabitha

[rejectedrevenge]

This was unacceptable.

He had been searching for weeks, ever since his little pet had been taken into temporary custody of that asshole Archer. He had been searching for where Archer had hidden her, but after a few weeks, he had noticed Tabitha had gone missing as well. He had heard whispers in the catacombs, about someone having been taken down, but he had found no paperwork for it. He heard many things, whispers, that someone had attacked someone in Archer’s room. 

He had put the pieces together quickly. 

It had taken some time, but he had sneaked past a group of the T&I members and made his way down into the very depths of the chambers, had opened the door and found this. Tabitha, blindfolded, muzzled– Damian felt a hot rage bubble up in his chest, Archer had this done to him, and even if he didn’t understand familial connection– this was fucking unacceptable.

He let out a sharp hiss as he rushed forward, knelt down and tugged the blindfold off with a muttered, “Fucking hell Tabs, what the fuck– how long have they had you here, holy shit–” he pulled out a knife and cut off the muzzle, the blindfold following it. He let out a muttered curse as he saw the padlocked mess over Tabitha’s hands. “Groudon, fuck, Tabs– I didn’ realize you were down here, I shoulda been here sooner, I’m so sorry–”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Tabitha felt his shoulders sag with relief as Damian’s familiar voice met his ears. Praise Groudon, he whispered in his head, someone he liked found him, praise Groudon. The blindfold was off, and thankfully, the light in his tiny cell dim; he blinked at him and whimpered around the muzzle, holding as still as he could as Damian took out a knife to free him.

“I dunno,” he croaked when he was finally free to speak once more, “I dunno, I been blinded this whole time—praise Groudon. Praise Groudon. Ye came. Praise Him.” It felt good to stretch his jaw and move his tongue, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Damian’s shoulder in a brief attempt to elicit comfort. “I didn’ think he had the balls, Dam. I don’—I don’ know how long I been here, I was scared nobody was gonna come—”

He yanked hard at the handcuffs, or as hard as he was able—it was clear his time spent restrained had taken a number on his leverage—and he sat back on his heels, peering ashamedly up at Damian as he tried not to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mate, she was there and ye hadn’t been ‘round fer a while so I thought I’d try an’ keep her in line, but.... I went too far. Too far, too far.” Vigorously, he shook his head. “Can... can ye git me out?”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Brotherhood || Damian & Tabitha

It had been days. Weeks, even. Maybe it had even been months. Tabitha wasn’t sure. It was hard to keep track of time down there, stripped of his sight, his mobility, his ability to even open his mouth and speak. Months of being starved out, beaten, treated like an animal, and all because Archer had caught him screwing with Damian’s toy. The only constant in his life besides the blindfold, the handcuffs, the muzzle, were the beatings, the waterboardings—and he was starting to wear down.

When they’d first taken him downstairs, he’d been certain he wouldn’t be down there for long. Someone would save him, whether it was someone he knew or someone he didn’t, and until then, he would need to bide his time and wait. It was a test, he would keep thinking, just a test. Groudon was testing his faith, pushing him to be a better worshiper, a better man, and so even when help didn’t come right away, he didn’t panic. He kept himself grounded, stoked the fiery faith in his heart and waited. Waited. Waited. He must have waited a while. He could feel his hair passing his ears again.

He continued to wait, kneeling on the hard concrete floor of wherever they were holding him with his hands cuffed securely behind his back and the muzzle and blindfold—well, they were one and the same, and with the odd wait at the back of his head, he had the feeling they were padlocked, an annoyance to consider on most days and downright maddening on the rest. He wanted it off—this was not a fun situation to be wearing it.

Suddenly a sound—a door opening. Tabitha froze, holding his breath as he strained to listen, to understand what was going on. It didn’t sound like anything of the usual. The men who came to beat him were usually much louder, much more obvious with their presence—this sound either meant something better or worse, and he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to know.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Shenanigans || Kay & Tabitha

[kay--savage-deactivated20181216]

Kay thought for a moment. “No…I don’t think it got any paperwork. I checked before running to get you.” They came to a shut door and Kay took a breath before opening the door slowly. Just in case anyone had come in before he could clean up. Once the coast was clear he opened the door all the way. The inside of the room looked like it was supposed to. Except for the fact that a pretty massive paint bomb had gone off. Everything from the floors, to the walls, and even the ceiling had paint on it. (Quite a feat. Kay had never gotten the ceiling before) and it was pink. A very obnoxious pink.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

As they entered the office, Tabitha let out a low whistle between his teeth and raised an eyebrow appreciatively. That was... a lot of pink. “Ye’d think the arse’d learn to keep his goddamn door locked,” he deadpans. He sets the can of paint thinner on the desk and whips two rags out from his hood, tossing one to Kay.

“I ain’t gettin paid fer this,” he says, “an’ if I get caught workin’ somewhere I ain’t supposed te be workin’ I ain’t gonna get paid fer a while, so yer helpin’ me. Git srcubbin’ scrublord.” He pops off the cap from the tin and tips some thinner onto his rag before turning to begin scrubbing.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Shenanigans || Kay & Tabitha

[kay--savage-deactivated20181216]

“Oh you’re absolutely a life saver!” He starts out the exit. “Thanks Tabitha! It’s just around the corner in the office…” He sighs as he walked. “I programmed the timer wrong and it went off while I was getting the rest of the supplies. When I came back paint was everywhere.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Tabitha follows him at a leisurely pace, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and listened vaguely as Kay goes on to tell him the details of what happened, which makes him start to wonder about the source of all of the paint explosions he’s cleaned since he first came to Rocket a few years ago.

“Don’ mention it,” he replies, “shan’t be too hard te scrub out, got plenty o’ practice.” He stops briefly at the supply closet and takes what he needs from it—the paint thinner is in a small, rectangular tin can with a blue child-proof life—and pops back out to lock it up and offer Kay a thin smile. “Hope it ain’t got on any o’ those papers he keeps, though, not sure if I can save ye from that.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Shenanigans || Kay & Tabitha

[kay--savage-deactivated20181216]

Kay looked around nervously. “I was working on a paint bomb and it went off too soon. Can you help me clean up really fast?” He hopped from one foot to the other like he was in a hurry. “If Archer finds out I did it again he’d kill me I just know it!”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Oh thank Groudon. Tabitha wasn’t sure what he would have done if Kay had been about to, like... drown him in paint or something. And he needed help escaping Archer’s wrath, something Tabitha could relate to on a spiritual level.

“Damn, mate,” he replies, “Archer’s a pain in the arse! There’s some paint thinner we can use te help, it’s in a closet not too far down the hall. Show me where, and we can git ye settled!”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Shenanigans || Kay & Tabitha

“Hey Tabby? Could you come help me for a sec?” Kay asked Tabitha trying to keep a grin off of his face. He’d been getting everyone lately but the Tabitha was the only one so far to not fall victim to his shenanigans.

Tabitha glanced up from his vacuuming of the break room to see Kay standing near him, and he eyed the other boy wearily. He’d heard stories about the infamous prankster of Team Rocket, and had thus far been successful in keeping paint off of the only clothes he owned, but something told him it may not stay that way for very long. Shutting off his vacuum, Tabitha shuffled over to him.

“What do ye need help with?” he asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

[thatguywiththemightyena]

How badly do you miss Brodie?

“….I…. need te be over him. It’s been years. Ain’t heard from no once since I finally woke up in the hospital. Ain’t like no one even came te try an’ find me. I thought… I thought Brodie’d be differ’nt. I know I ain’t never told ‘im nothin’ ‘bout how I felt, but…. I really thought he’d be differ’nt.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

How do you feel about Ruby?

“Hmm? Oh, red-gem boy? I dunno. He ain’t as big o’ a problem as Sapphire ever is. I guess I ain’t mindin’ ‘im too much. We had our differences in Hoenn, but, ye know, that ain’t matter too much. Long as he don’t ever try te track the girl down, I figure I’d be arright with him.”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Fave drinks when you go out on a booze-up?

“Go Mossdeep er go home, fuckers!! Big ol’ bottle of Mossdeep scotch, ain’t nothin’ even come close! Mossdeep label is Hoenn’s premiere fuckin’ booze, an’ when I had cash, erry night I’d get smashed on it!!”

[thatguywiththemightyena]

Fave things to do on a weekend? When you're not tied up in Rocket's basement ofc

“Iiiiiiiiiii’m just gonne ferget that last part. Weekends? Saturdays are put aside fer Groudon’s work. I got meself a li’l shrine I made outta shit I was able te find ‘round the mountain, an’ sometimes I do rituals outside. Sundays I get wasted. Er I try te, anyway. It’s hard when I ain’t got no cash, but somehow I make do.”