Quote:
Originally Posted by Arcran
"You're just no fun, are you? No money, no cash. Won't even be a good torture victim. Now how about this. I happen to know a woman, who, due to unfortunate events, had her Cubchoo recently killed. And, as coincidence would have it, she's a Gym Leader! Now, you will tell me who sent you, or I give her an obivous criminal who was out to steal a new trainer's Pokemon. I don't know how a fighter as pathetic as yourself managed to become so resistant to torture, but I'm sure a man such as yourself knows the exquisite ways of torturing that a trainer specializing in Water and Ice types could bring. Your choice. Tell me, or let her break you."
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As you deliver your soliloquy, the man's expression changes ever so slightly with each sentence. You can't quite place how or what it's changing toward, though. When you finish, he blinks a few times...
Then he starts
laughing--uncontrollably shaking with laughter. "
Kid, you really don't know anything, do you?" He breaks out of his laconic state completely.
"
Who killed that Cubchoo, I wonder? You want to bring me--freshly tortured--to Leia, a powerful gym leader with a legitimate reason to hate you and see what happens? You kept asking me who sent me, but you would more readily know that than I would. Who do you think sent me?"
"Just because you've killed a few times, you think you're a big deal. My being here will probably just inflate your ego even more. But there's your problem; that's what's will catch up to you in the end: cockiness. I'm not resistant to torture, kid. You just suck at it." He spits on the ground again.
Now his voice is entirely serious. "
It's not my choice at all. It's yours. Are you going to run away or take a stand? I suppose I'm the first, judging by your piss-poor reaction, but I won't be the last. Enjoy that, mother--.