Silver [bitch be trippin' balls, yo] ... [wip]

[Dragon]

[This was starting to become a bit of a nuisance.

Shifting a few papers restlessly between your fingers, one hand reaches up to comfortably rest against a thin pair of glasses. Out of natural habit, you press the frames slowly up the bridge of your nose with a sigh. How dreadfully boring this particular session was. You were a capable interviewer - capable enough at dealing with the types of clients the good people at Wingless Corporation chose to harass and humiliate interview for their purposes. Of course, that was when the clients actually decided to show up...

A light sound, almost like static, suddenly breaks the silence of the conference room. It continues to buzz intermittently, the halogen lamps above flickering just enough to cause an array of hazy shadows to dance across the materials in your hands. How nice. The room was now against your being there as well. Perhaps it would be best to reschedule this entire appointment altogether...

Standing up slowly, paperwork is set aside momentarily in lieu of brushing off your jacket and, without saying anything aloud, discarding the room from your thoughts altogether. Eyes trail without much purpose towards the ceiling, curious to see what exactly was causing Raikou to taunt you with this little electrical prank of his...]

"!!!"

[You immediately regret making this choice. An unexpected amount of weight dropping onto your shoulders, there is little time to react before a surge of pain erupts behind your right ear, pressure building behind your eyes before everything fades to black, body lost to the throes of unconsciousness.]

- - - - -

"..."

[The soft rustling of paper is heard as your eyes slowly, hesitantly open, senses hazy and sluggishly reacting to their current environment. A dull pain echoes in the back of your skull, throbbing every now and again as a pleasant reminder of...whatever had happened. Raising a hand to tentatively explore the - wait. Your hand wasn't moving. Another pull reveals that your wrists are currently bound, complimented by a cord digging into your ankles and a gag around your mouth. What the hell?

Struggling against the restraints, your eyes anxiously wander in desperation, freezing on a half-shadowed figure no more than a few feet away. His back is turned, any distinguishing features marred in a wash of intermittent darkness from the expiring light above. Shit! How long had you been sitting there? Focus was immediately turned inward, mind racing painfully over recent memories and events.]

"...You're awake. Took you long enough."

OH SHIT SON, DRAGON DID SOME ARTS.

[The voice is smooth with a cold, natural inflection. An expression of pure ego. Looking up, you notice that the figure is staring right at you, though he hasn't bothered to turn around. One silver eye analyzes your struggle with an air of contempt, the other hidden behind several layers of long, red hair. His critical, serious demeanor does nothing to ease your tension - apparently your inability to survive a OHKO blow is unimpressive. In any event, you slowly avert your eyes out of something that feels like shame burning in your stomach. The reaction elicits a smirk from your captor.]

"Pathetic. I presume you were waiting for me."

[It's painfully obvious that he was not asking a question. As you nod, he flippantly turns around and ignores your muffled explanation, holding up a small handful of documents instead. Your interview questions! He recognizes the acknowledgment in your eyes and the smirk grows wider, a huff of pleasure given at your expense.]

"You and your questions are a waste of my time. I will only provide necessary information. Remember it."

[Your captor gives little time for reaction, opting instead to expand a poké ball in his free palm. Apparently this was not a request. Opening it wordlessly, a bright light flashes and dies away, revealing a dark, sleek looking figure with long, sharp claws.]

"Stand by."

[The sneasel immediately looks towards its trainer, alert and eyes flashing with intensity. The creature was quick to react - you get the feeling that it is incredibly well-trained. Glancing back towards your position, the redhead continues flatly after a moment of reflective silence.]

"...Ready or not."

SILVER

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[ M y P a r e n t s C a l l M e . . . ]
...No.

[He blinks for a moment before pressing the stack of papers against the top of a nearby table, crossing out the question and handing it to his sneasel, who promptly shreds the paper into tiny, unrecognizable bits. You pull forward a bit, yelling into the gag. What the?!-]

[ M y F r i e n d s C a l l M e . . . ]
...No.

[The process is identical, another smile pile of interview refuse hitting the floor as you struggle to break free. This was no way to conduct an interview! For Mew's sake, this was no way to conduct anything! The boy watches you intently for a moment before issuing a reply, voice low and twinged with reprimand.]

"My name is Silver...and my associations are none of your concern."

[How incredibly helpful. A name was better than nothing, however. Sitting back, you eyes narrow and watch the redhead as he continues to leaf through your materials one by one. Anyone who goes around binding the innocent and refusing to reveal their past is obviously not one to negotiate. Hopefully, he would reveal more as the 'interview' progressed.]

[ I ' m N o t A n I t ! I ' m A . . . ]
[ G e n d e r ]

I AM THE SEX. I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING CHOOSE.
[...]

[ I A m A . . . ]

YOUR FUCKING SEXY BADASS RIVAL.
[...]

[ I D o n ' t N e e d W r i n k l e C r e a m ! I ' m . . . ]
[ A g e ]

YOUNGER, BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER AND SMARTER THAN YOU. FUCKING DEAL.
[...]

[ D o Y o u T h i n k I N e e d A D i e t ? ]
[ P h y s i c a l C o n d i t i o n ]

I'M FUCKING GORGEOUS. DON'T TOUCH MY HAIR, BITCH.
[...]

[ M y E m o t i o n a l D i s p o s i t i o n ? ]

I EMO IN YOUR CORNER BECAUSE PEOPLE SUCK BALLS AND I'M ANTI-SOCIAL, BUT I'M STILL BETTER THAN YOU.
[...]

[ T h i n g s T h a t A r e G r o o v y : ]
[ A c c e p t a b l e ]

ME - ...
BLUE - ...
PUDDING - ...
OWNING BITCHES - ...

[ T h i n g s T h a t A r e n ' t S o G r o o v y : ]
[ N o t A c c e p t a b l e ]

GOLD - ...
DADDY - ...
OTHER BITCHES - ...
WEAKNESS - ...
PEOPLE WHO FROLIC. EVER. - ...

[ B u t . . . I ' m A f r a i d ! ]
...No.

GOLD'S GONNA BUTTRAPE ME BAWWWWW.
[...]

[ I L i k e T o . . . ]

OWN BITCHES
[...]

[ M y R e a s o n ? ]

IT'S WHAT I FUCKING DO.
[...]

[ M a n d a t o r y A n g s t : ]
...No.

DADDY BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
[...]

[ O h A n d B y T h e W a y . . . ]

MY PROTIPS BLOW YOUR MIND.
[...]

[ I ' m J u s t A P r o x y F o r . . . ]

Dragon: BITCH STOLE MY COLOR.
[...]

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