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Bad ending #2
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((I forgot the gold gun but whatever))
"I don't want any of this... I'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm really sorry."
This is Skyla Suave (Terrence's niece) when she works with him and her father Boron shot and murder all the Toppats. She had lost control as her eyes turn red. She felt like a monster inside but she can't change her past so she has to do what Boron and Terrence told her to do. She is the most wanted assassin Toppat clan on earth.
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kireon · 7 years
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Competition
Voices raised in heated confrontation roused the passed out Champion from her uncomfortable looking sprawl across Bel's bedroom floor. Bleary eyed and unaware of the drool glistening against her chin, the brunette stumbled her way downstairs to find the source of the yelling. Bel stood there, leaning against the entry to the kitchen with, of all things, one of the wine coolers Skyla had left behind during her brief stay over in her hand. Half emptied at that. "Bel? Whas goin'-" Touko managed, rubbing at her eyes. Heavy lidded as they were, the Champion of Unova had just passed out when the fight started. Bel reached up and gently thumbed away the drool still on her girlfriend's face. "They're fighting." She paused, took a swift pull from the bottle. "Again." "'vee what now? Who gets t'be on top? 'Cause it's gonna be me n' you if-" Bel giggled, leaned up and kissed the grouchy blue eyed woman to shut her up. Relished the feel of her strong hands settling against her hips and leaned into her. A small protest, wordless, as the blonde pulled away with a not so gentle nip of the other woman's lip. "About video game physics." Blank expression was Touko's response. "What." Flat tone. Much more awake than she'd initally been-- especially thanks to the aftertaste of the fruit punch Bel'd been drinking in her mouth. Sweet, almost sickeningly so, but still left her wanting more. "Uh-huh," Bel offered Touko the bottle in her hand. "video game physics." "Seriously?" Disbelief as the words 'I'm the mathematics prodigy, fight me!' bellowed forth with the counter of, 'predict the trajectory of my foot in your ass!' following hot on the heels. Bel just lifted an eyebrow, ever patient, at Touko with an 'and now you understand' look on her face. Blue eyes went from the direction of the nerds fighting over stupid shit to Bel and back again. She should interfere. Knock their heads together or something. It was expected, after all, she'd been the one to rope them all into this relationship. She assumed that meant she was responsible for making sure it all worked. "Gimme that." She swiped the bottle and drained it, set it down on the floor and pulled Bel in for a rather wet kiss. Sharing some of the liquor with her in response. "I have a better idea," Touko murmured against Bel's neck, fingers already skimming beneath the white blouse of her chubby friend. "let's see who fights louder; them or us." "You're so bad." She giggled and unbuttoned Touko's shorts. "How long you think?" "Depends on who screams first; you or me." The brunette retorted with a grin. "You then." Bel informed her, quite smugly, and slipped her hand beneath the woman's underwear to go about setting her prediction into truth.
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