#and adam (kalosinflames) on the other

[shadesandrollerblades]

Why is there so much Team Flare on offshoot branches of the royal family?

[vindictes]

"I see the rumours of your immortality were not exaggerations, then."

Its Adam. He has wine. Hello, Giovanni. Can you still drink?

          “  you do seem like the type to pay attention to such rumors,  ”  the kalosians seem to be flocking at his door this week.  what a nuisance.  his gaze shifts over the other, remaining still for a few moments. measuring, scanning him over for any possible threats. the standard procedure.  “  i suppose it would be rude of me to throw you out,  ”  he leisurely slides two glasses across the table.  “  but don't expect me to have forgotten your little scheme,  ”  did it matter that it had happened decades ago? no.

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[daurkara]

:) - Adam

[ Y O U. ]

The anger is palpable, heat gathering in their gullet as he stands, smirking. Confident, even, smug. It makes their entire being sing with fury, a screech of hatred and anger accompanied by a blast of light. Not aimed at them, though in the air as they arced their neck, needing to get rid of the energy some how.

[ YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME AFTER WHAT YOU HATH DONE, WHAT SORROWS YOU HATH WROUGHT IN YOUR HOME AND OTHERS? YOU DARE BREATHE THE SAME AIR, YOU DARE INHABIT THE SAME DIRT? YOU ARE UGLY AND DISRESPECTFUL. ]

Upon him in an instant, pinning the Flare down with one single claw. Eyes radiating into his, staring. Wanting. To know his evil, his goal, his very soul to answer the question. WHY.

[ LET ME SEE YOUR MADNESS. SPEAK! EXPLAIN TO ME YOUR PUTRID REASONING. ]

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[sereina-archive]

“...” (I gently place down Adam-)

send me a “...” and one of my muse’s pokemon will talk to you. | accepting

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"You are not of this world." Yveltal states plainly. "The possibility of other universes and dimensions beyond this one has always been a possibility in my mind, worlds where the outcome is either just a tad different, or the stark opposite entirely." He holds no fear, nor does he hold any visible animosity.

"I wonder what outcome befell your own dimension. I get the impression you feel little guilt over what transpired." Yveltal didn't pry into the other's soul itself, feeling that it wasn't his place to do so, but one's aura was always telling on the surface. Death stares upon the Flare Admin, crimson eyes impossible to read.

In truth, Yveltal was unsure of how to feel. Flare was a sore spot in his side, a cruel reminder that he and his powers could be exploited and potentially bring about the end of all. "I am uncertain how to feel. You are part of that team, yet you come from a place entirely different from my own." As curious as he may be about another world, he was cautious. Despite the idle conversation, he couldn't bring himself to trust someone from Flare, nor let them run freely.

"It would be wise to hope that the god of space looks the other way as far as your trespassing goes, and it would be wiser to return from where you came. I would like to avoid dirtying my hands if necessary."