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[twelfth bullet] [Action -- Goldenrod]
Dec. 8th, 2010 10:48 am[No one here in the Pokemon world had ever seen Liquid like this.]
[There was something different in the way he walked, the tenseness in his shoulders, the fists balled at his sides. His face was cold with fury and hate; he moved with sharp snaps of his limbs. He was, quite literally, a ticking time-bomb, and he was headed out of Goldenrod and back toward the forest. He wasn't going to stay here.]
[Not since he arrived.]
[His father.]
[The man he had loved and hated all his life. The man who had told him, day in and day out, that he was inferior, that he was worthless trash that was fit only be thrown away. The man that he had tried to emulate since he was a child; the perfection that was forever out of his reach.]
[And Liquid was going to destroy him.]
[It was the only way to prove his worth. If he could kill his father, then he would prove for once and for all that he was worthy of being his father's son. It would prove that he was more than just the leftovers of a science experiment, that he had value beyond his flawed genetics. He strove for the throne of the Father like Lucifer, and he would either seize it or be cast from Heaven in the trying.]
[When he reached the edge of the city, he released Jörmungandr; the Gyarados reared up to its full length, stretching its long body in the cold air. Then it brought its head back down to be level with Liquid, and he gave the Pokemon a brisk rub underneath the chin.]
I need to travel back to New Bark, Jörmungandr. There's a fight waiting for me there.
[The Pokemon seemed to understand, and lowered his head further until it was resting on the snowy ground; Liquid climbed up onto it.]
[There was something different in the way he walked, the tenseness in his shoulders, the fists balled at his sides. His face was cold with fury and hate; he moved with sharp snaps of his limbs. He was, quite literally, a ticking time-bomb, and he was headed out of Goldenrod and back toward the forest. He wasn't going to stay here.]
[Not since he arrived.]
[His father.]
[The man he had loved and hated all his life. The man who had told him, day in and day out, that he was inferior, that he was worthless trash that was fit only be thrown away. The man that he had tried to emulate since he was a child; the perfection that was forever out of his reach.]
[And Liquid was going to destroy him.]
[It was the only way to prove his worth. If he could kill his father, then he would prove for once and for all that he was worthy of being his father's son. It would prove that he was more than just the leftovers of a science experiment, that he had value beyond his flawed genetics. He strove for the throne of the Father like Lucifer, and he would either seize it or be cast from Heaven in the trying.]
[When he reached the edge of the city, he released Jörmungandr; the Gyarados reared up to its full length, stretching its long body in the cold air. Then it brought its head back down to be level with Liquid, and he gave the Pokemon a brisk rub underneath the chin.]
I need to travel back to New Bark, Jörmungandr. There's a fight waiting for me there.
[The Pokemon seemed to understand, and lowered his head further until it was resting on the snowy ground; Liquid climbed up onto it.]
