dcbito

[dcbito]

[i gotta find some good playlist for this garbage blog]

[dcbito]

humerus-binaries:

                             “ I’m not here to play games, Toby. ”

He simply cut him at the end of his sentence, dismissively waiving a firm hand. Negotiations, with Dosh’Te, at least, were out of the question.

“ With all that you’ve said - and with how seriously you seem to take us, I am then deeply sorry to tell you that the boss will give the order to hunt down every single one of you without any hesitation. 

This happened before, and I don’t really wanna see it again. And I’m not here for this. Man, I just wanted a break, god damn it … ”

He turns around, back facing the Umbra leader - but he still doesn’t walk away, tilting his head slightly towards the man. 

“ And for your … Plan, of a greater world I imagine, like the dumb fucks that’ve tried before you, well … It seems that we’ll give you some problems with that. There’s lot of legendaries roaming around, so go somewhere else if you wanna bother people that much. Fuckin’ terrorists in Alola, I swear to fuck … ”

He finally walks away, shrugging and sighing as he does so - man, this time he deserved that break - and without a word, he opened the mansion’s doors. 

“ Ah, and before I forget … The hunt starts now. ”

And the echo of the closing doors resonated in the whole town, like a solemn call.

And a second eyebrow rose, but the smile didn’t seem ready to fade anytime soon. On the contrary, he knew well how menacing all of that sounded - and despite being nothing but a bunch of good at nothing criminals, he heard stories about their leader. The ‘Destruction in human form’, so to say. As far as he knew, one of the quite few Skulls the region took seriously.

A though guy. Someone who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.

And he knew well how that shouldn’t be the right reaction to such threats, but after all of that his smile widened, taken by a sudden rush of adrenaline.

“...suite yourself.” he simply replied in a hiss, waiting for the doors to close before turning towards his Pokèmon once more. Yet another movement of his hands, and they walked back to the base.

They had to prepare for the incoming war.

[dcbito]

humerus-binaries:

“ There’s literally nothin’ I can do to make ya spill the beans, is it. ”

                                                  “ Hold up! ”

As if he wasn’t exasperated enough.  The admin lets out a single - but very long - grunt, murmuring probably some insults when he stood up - with some difficulties, it seemed, at his body could do this much. 

“ … Ah yeah, Team Umbra, huh ? ” a quick glance to the leader explained it all. But … The other degenerate wasn’t wearing the uniform, was he ?

“ Now mister, that’s our territory, we do the orders ‘round here. Your grunt trespassed out grounds, and tried to roast us to death. ” as he marked his words, he didn’t hesitate to pull the other by the arm, painfully throwing him in front of his boss.

… Well, at least he doesn’t weight much. Fuck, my arm …

“ You don’t see us drawin’ dicks on your boath. Does Team Umbra even have some fucking dicipline ?! ”

He was at the point of yelling - if it wasn’t already the case. Calm down, Dosh’Te, calm. Down. 

“ As admin of Team Skull, ” he takes a breath, “ I demand that you and your grunt get out of the gates, and the whole region.

If we do find you lot here in Alola, we will not take your visit kindly. ”

                                                      “ Now, get out. ”

And for the most part, Toby stood there. Inflexible, only giving a quick look at Firetruck as soon as he was tossed at him, as if he was an old sack of garbage.

Which, considering the glare he recieved by his leader, was exactly how he was considered by the Umbra himself. An angered look full of disappointment - a silent promise that he won’t see the light of day anytime soon, let alone anything outside his room. 

Again, as the Skull spoke, he simply moved lightly his hand, allowing the Zoroark to pick up the grunt before giving the object head his full attention, arms crossed and eyes semi-closed, nodding just every once in a while with, surprisingly enough, genuine displeasure for the inconvenience.  He was even ready to accept to simply leave that whole, overly dramatic thing as a true gentleman, not even daring to talk back even as his leadership was taken in question - if not by grabbing for his own jacket, holding it in a quite offended grip before counting to ten, relaxing once more - and ask if, pheraphs, there was anything he could to in return to everything that could happen...

That is, until the Skull ordered him to get out of the islands.

At that point, Debito lifted one of his eyebrows, before being unable to refrain a tiny chuckle.

“...I will get out of this place, and I assure you - no Umbra will ever get in your territory anytime soon, and if they do” another quick glare is given to Firetruck, before returning to the monitor “I assure you, it won’t go unpunished. I am willing to give up some of our.. treasures, so to say, for this unforgivable inconvenience. “

Money aren’t a problem, anyway.

“...however.” he continues after some seconds, a tiny grin finally appearing on his face “I fear we can’t leave Alola anytime soon. We have a mission to accomplish, and we won’t return to our homelands before that’s over. We’ll do all we can to not interfere with your little...” he hesitates, once again unable to refrain a teasing, low laugh, barely covered by one of his hands “acts, so to say, but if by any chance you’ll attack us we won’t stay there and just take it.

And, with all due respect - if you have a problem with that, you can tell your ‘boss’ I’ll be more than open to speak directly to him about it.”

[dcbito]

“Hold up!”

And finally, the boss Firetruck was calling for so desperately finally reached for them, quickly followed by his own Pokèmon team - all of them, thrown out their Pokèballs as soon as he noticed the team surrounding the Skull Admin and his fire-type Grunt.

Of course he’s in this whole situation. He can’t even take a second for himself, and Firetruck sneaks out to burn down any big building he could find.

Toby took just a second to regain breathe, stopping a few feet away from the others and moving up a hand, stopping his own Team before they could do something stupid as swell and jump on the enemy - more precisely, stopping Amelie, the Absol, before she could do something risky to save the grunt’s life - before speaking firmly, with a loud yet calm tone despite the situation.

“Let go of my grunt.” Ah, yes, an order. The best way to make someone from another Team listen to you, that’s for sure “I’ll personally deal with him, but if you dare to lie another finger on him I will take drastic measures.”

It takes just a rapid glance to the syringe to go in an even worse panic - enough for his tears to begin to flow, and for his screams to become a broken beg as his body freezes for a long moment. « N-no no NO, pl-plea–se, I’ll b-be–!! » he begins, just to be interrupted by the feeling of the syringe piercing in his flesh.

He lets out just one last scream of terror, his mind rejecting the possibility of everything happening again. He pants, making last sorry attempts to escape, that don’t last long as dizziness hits him fastly. And with that, the panic fades, but can’t stop the intense fear he’s still feeling.

His mind somehow… blacks out. Almost as the real last attempt to save himself, his hands nervously press on the lips, and the world becomes just a fade sensation, distant from him.

« He-lp, h-help, bo-oss, he-elp, hel-lp… » he begins to repeat, over and over again, as Dosh’Te’s words pass completely unheard from him.

[dcbito]

“Fucking hell--”

The leader is quickly grabbing his Pokèmon, before rushing outside.

Fucking hell indeed.  Just a second of distraction, and Firetruck was outside.

He’ll have to do something about it.

[dcbito]

rxdioxctiv:

“ You’re just no fun, are you ? ”

“ You think this is gonna make our grunts safe ? How many times did this dude threaten to burn the base, or some grunts now that we’re at it ? 

How many grunts wanna rebell since, y’know, this fucker doesn’t follow any of our rules ? ”

    There’s a short laught, before the girl proceeds, simply shrugging at his remarks. 

“ For once, that ain’t ‘bout what I want; I’m just doin’ my work. Makin’ sure everybody listen, behaves. 

An’ now ‘s time for him to sit down, be humble. ”

     Radio finally shakes her head, her smile not leaving her face - this time around, it didn’t seem like he would have been able to reason her. 

She turns her back, as to leave - before looking behind her shoulder, one last time.

“ Don’t you forget - everything I’m doing, it’s for you.

Because after I’ll be done with him - everyone’s gonna follow you, without darin’ to say a god damn word. 

Just wait an’ see honey. ”

Toby hated to admit it, but... she was right. There had been various moments in which Firetruck had been an actual danger, and if it wasn’t for his intervention Arceus knows what he would’ve ended up doing to the base, the grunts - to himself, even.

However, despite how right Radio could’ve been, he couldn’t refrain a laugh.

A seemingly sincere and amazed laugh, enough to even leave a tiny, forced smile on his lips as he opens his arms, each movement showing how tired he was of all that bullshit.

“You’re incredible.” he replied, just in time to stop her from leaving the room “Bringin the grunt’s safety in this discussion, when... let’s face it. You couldn’t care about this whole situation until you got personally involved into it.”

Another chuckle, and his hand went for his eyes, rubbing them as he got closer to the girl, until he managed to grab her arm.

“He’s loyal to me - and for what I care, I’d rather have a loyal grunt than one who’s scared of his own shadow because someone didn’t want to stay in her place.  The grunts know well how to deal with him, and they know they have to call me if anything bad happens. They’ve been trained to deal with the worst of the worst, after all - and you shouldn’t be an exception just because of your rank.  What is it, you think I’m too soft with the boy? Maybe I am, but don’t forget that if you’re still here it’s because I’ve probably been way too soft with you as well.”

“If someone need to learn to be humble, that one is you.”

[dcbito]

Toby simply nods, taking the Pokèball of the Pokèmon the other mentioned and releasing it, giving it a quick look before looking down at his pockets and pull out an antidote, making the Magmortar drink it before returning it. He was going to bring it to a Center later, for the moment he was sure the creature could’ve survived only with that potion.

For the moment, he had more important things to deal with.

He has to remain silent for some more seconds, taking the time to pull out a cigarette and a lighter and take a deep breathe of smoke. At least, with that faint light, he was sure Firetruck was going to pay attention to him,

“Explain what happened.” he simply orders, his voice firm and direct even if his eyes still wander around the room, silently judging the mess “I want to hear it from you.”

( firetruck ;; )           Firetruck simply obeys to any movement imposed, as a lifeless marionette guided by its owner. As he sits on the chair, his hands meet above the legs and his gaze drifts away, still unable to look at the leader directly in the eyes.                  He can’t but think that he would just see him as useless trash.                                                                               Why can’t he just disappear…?

The other’s words are barely heard above his thoughs, and despite trying to look at him, the pyromaniac simply… can’t. His gaze falls beside him, in a painful void, as he uses all his strenght to talk without bursting into tears.

« I… I th-think m-my Magmort-tar h-has been poison-ned… » he murmurs, his voice shaky as he slowly realizes, the more he thinks about the situation, that he doesn’t know exactly what happened.         He blacked out. Again… « An… and I’m… »                            not                                 « … f-fine… »

[dcbito]

“I’m not joking around this time, Radio.”

His eyes stare back at her, trying to make her understand he is serious about the situation. Even as he speaks, his voice came out way too similar to a growl.

“I don’t give a crap about what you want.  You wish for people to act properly when you’re around? Make them understand you’re above them?  Then start with giving the right example, and for once follow my goddamned orders without talking back.

Have. I. Been. Clear?”

@dcbito from ( x )

“ Oh Cap’tain, that’s where you’re wrong … ”

“ He may be a Umbra … 

                     He has to FEEL like one, now.

                                                            In his bones, his flesh, his mind. 

And I’ll make him FEEL it and WANT it; CRAVE it. ”

So much he’s never going to be able to contest their autority, ever again.

[dcbito]

" Hey boss, I think 's time to begin Firetruck's rite of passage... Y'know, since he's been with us since a bit. And as usual, I'm gonna take care o' it. Dontcha worry if we's out fo' a bit, hon. "

“He already had a ‘rite of passage’, I ordered you two to stay away from eachother, and if you try to go and ignore my orders I’ll personally show you a piece of my mind.”

“Have I been clear?”

He’s still incredibly pissed, apparently.

[dcbito]

//Ah well I gotta make a new appearance pic for the new verse + some icons… While I do that why don’t you guys like/reblog this for a starter from Lilli’s pokemon verse?

[dcbito]

rxdioxctiv:

The moment he whispers those last words, Radio’s smile whidens so much her teeth can be seen. 

Passing her hand behind his head, taking a handfull of his hair, she pulls him closer and dives further into the kiss, smiling against his lips. 

Finally biting his lower lip, she draws back with a content smile, satisfied.

“ Doesn’t take much, does it ? ” 

The kiss didn’t last for long, but it was-

...nice. All right, let’s say it. It was nice. Enough to make the hand previously on her jaw to slide behind her head as well as soon as she pulled him close, even showing a tiny grin once she moved away, resting his forehead on hers.

Rising just one eyebrow.  Satisfied, maybe - but not enough.

Not after all that damned teasing.

“...did I say you could stop?”

[dcbito]

rxdioxctiv:

“ I can’t feel pain, but maybe good ol’ I will make some efforts for ya. ”

While he decided to get tactile, Radio decided to keep her hands to herself - was that to restrain herself or to simply tease him more ?  Her grin only widens as she speaks, her eyes locked on his, her usually tired look slightly lit as she finally speaks again, her voice low.

“ Maybe ‘s time to be a lil’ bit more honest with yaself, eh, Toby ? ”

Fucking hell.

Of course she had to use a low tone like that. Of course she would keep on teasing like there was no problem at all about the whole thing. And, as much as he hated to accept it, she was succeeding with...

...w-with whatever she meant to do, to be fair.

Be a lil’ more honest. Yeah, right. As if that would’ve been a good option to follow.  He was supposed to be her leader - she was nothing but the annoying admin who blatantly ignored his orders to do whatever she wanted!

Then why is he attracted to her...!?

“...oh, fuck this.” 

Toby rolled his eyes, breathing out those last three words before firmly, yet incredibly tenderly grabbing her jaw, keeping her on the spot before leaning a little closer, pressing his lips against hers.

Better stop thinking about it. He wasn’t going anywhere with all those stupid thoughts.

[dcbito]

Toby took a long, deep breathe, pulling up Firetruck without much problems, just to let him sit in the first chair he found. He wasn’t going to let him lie down like a sack of trash left there to be eaten by Grimers, but apparently he didn’t want him to stand on his same level, either.

The leader was still boiling with anger - and yet, he wasn’t quite sure if that emotion was only due those two imbeciles, or towards himself as well.. He knew Firetruck was quite an hard grunt to deal with, or how Radio could act like a total bitch if she felt like it - he could’ve found a way to keep them separated.

For that, he felt like it was just right to at least see how badly the pyromaniac is feeling.

This, however, didn’t change the fact that they were the ones in the wrong, here, but he’ll have plenty of time to think about a punishment.

“...where are you hurt?” he asked, his voice still quite distant despite the fact that he wanted to be sure one of his grunts wasn’t dying on the spot before recieving a good yell “Either you and your Pokèmon. Radio’s Poison-types can be quite a mess to handle, so you better speak up, and fast.”

( firetruck ;; )           I hope you rot. … damn. How many times did he hear that sentence? Always from different voices, said in different ways, but with the same basic meaning. Listening to his door slamming should have been a pleasure, but it only brings dread in Firetruck’s mind. His gaze slowly drifts into the void for long, long seconds, as everything seems to lose tangibility.                       To lose importance.

Only Debito’s voice finds a way to reach him. He slowly focuses his hand reached towards him.                       I’m not done with you yet. He swallows with difficulty, slowly closing one hand around the other’s with a weak grip, while the other keeps on the lips, as he’s trying to hide their trembling.

         He wants to say sorry.                But he can’t pronounce even the littlest of sounds…

[dcbito]

rxdioxctiv:

Playing with fire was her speciality.

And this is probably what she was doing right now.  The girl smirks again, seeming now more interested in the whole situation than before, then lets a small chuckle escape. 

This man was really something else.

“ I’m waitin’ for somethin’ you haven’t done yet. ”

Let’s see if she could get past that weird barrier of his.

And for how things are going, that might happen way sooner than she might think. It’s getting harder to keep himself from throwing away his reasoning and let his emotions take full control.

Once again - this goddamn woman.  She’ll be the end of him.

"You know you shouldn’t continue this little game of yours.” he replied after a few seconds, one of his hands reaching for her chin to lift her head.  “If you continue to play with me, you’d end up getting hurt.”

[dcbito]

rxdioxctiv:

“ Dun’ tell me y’ain’t enjoyin’ the situation Meatball, you wouldn’t keep me here if ya weren’t. ”

Knowing Toby, it was still surprising that he didn’t push her away when she decided to get so intimate with him by sitting on his lap.  Sure, he could maintain that cold attitude, that tired expression of his, but she knew him so damn well. 

“ ‘S when it’s gettin’ awkward that ‘s the best anyways, means I’m doin’ great at extractin’ some reaction outta ya. ”

This woman. This goddamned woman.

Toby moved a hand through his hair, looking away from her for a moment as she kept going on with the teasing, unable to find a way to answer back at first. Maybe he should simply push her off. That would make the message get across way more easily than he was already trying to by using only his voice.

“Mhhm. And what kind of reactions are you expecting?”

--and yet he keeps talking. At least, for the moment. Taste the ground and see how long she wanted to continue that little play of hers.

[dcbito]

rxdioxctiv:

“ Hah. ”

A short laugh comes out of her as she simply spins his chair toward her, finally sitting on his lap without any sort of trouble of course.  She smirks, undisturbed, her eyes not leaving the other’s face as she finally speaks again.

“ Honestly ? I ain’t here askin’ for a raise, nor nothin’ for once. ‘S just funny to bother ya, or if we can call it that now. ” a chuckle, again. “ Guess I like ya so damn much, Cap’tain. ”

Was she flirting ? Of fucking course.

...yep, that was absolutely flirting.

Toby tried all he could to avoid giving her any satisfaction, but at the end he couldn’t refrain a tiny chuckle as well. A way more tired one, granted, but a chuckle nonethless.

“...glad to know one of us is having fun, at least.” he shook his head a little, resting better his back against his seat before sighing lightly “This is getting awkward. Just saying.”

[dcbito]

Overly dramatic as always, huh.

Toby had to take a long, deep breathe when Radio had to talk back despite everything, having just enough time to yell back “I expect to see you by my room in half an hour! I’m not done with you yet!” before the door slammed behind her back. And again, he sighs loudly, looking down at Firetruck before offering him his hand.

“Get up.” he ordered, his voice still terribly cold “I’m not done with you yet.”

mcmentics:

( firetruck ;; )           All the voices echo so distant, and yet a word hits him like it was yelled in his ears instead of the other side of the room.                     Psychopath. Is… is that all he is, then…? Just a psychopath?         Would the team really be better off without him…?

                                                              Why did Debito even kept him…?

His hands slowly descend to the lips, covering the mouth as he still tries to keep the sobs in, and everything aches even more because of it. He’s not even sure why he’s trying to hold back - is it to show he’s better than a psychopath?           Everything fades. The voices, the sounds, the sensations, all under the weight of the thought that he shouldn’t even be there. He shouldn’t have even that room.            He should just be gone. Just a little heap of ashes, that can disappear with a simple puff.

Then, as he felt the eyes of the leader piercing through him, Firetruck starts and his gaze returns lucid enough to look at Debito. And he’s incapable of answering nor moving, he can only listen. Only when the other finishes, yelling - what the fuck where you even THINKING?! -, he dares to stop looking, his eye closing and one last tear rolling down his cheek.

What the fuck were you even thinking? He thought the right thing. He did, for once, think the right thing.           And he didn’t do it.

                  Idiot.                        Idiot, idiot, IDIOT…!

He doesn’t even dare to reply, even just to speak, as the order is given. One hand reaches for the belt and lets the Pokèball out of the holsters, making the roll away from him without even looking at them. The other hand keeps on the lips, and is soon reached again by the first, trying to choke the sobs. As an answer for Debito, he tries to speak - he really tries -, but nothing can get out of his throat if not a moan. He then nods, slowly but visible, shaking as his hands slowly lift to cover the rest of the face.

While Firetruck was lost in his despair, Radio was still letting her anger fester.

Debito knew how she acted with new grunts, and perfectly knew that, to her, Firetruck was nothing else than another rookie.

He was a danger to Umbra. He could have burned the whole place down just by throwing a childish tantrum, but here he was, protected by the leader. 

What was Debito even thinking ? 

There’s an angry sigh, and the girl finally looks up to her Drapion, Emperor, who’s for once staying put and calm - that was unusual. She reaches for her Pokéball, returning him in, and as soon as she feels the orb moving, she tuckles it away under her weight - because she knew he would try to get out.

Once the Zoroark finally lets go, she gets up, walking up to Debito, her eyes still burning with rage as she hands out seven of her nine Pokéballs, keeping the two others in hand. 

“ I will not give you Doc and Mimosa. ” she states, her voice full of poison as she finally walks away, stopping at the other end of the room.

“ I hope you rot, fucker. ”

That was her last sentence to Firetruck before she slams the door behind her, letting the sound rumble throught the entire base.