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route_10652012-08-24 05:47 am
artfuldestruction) wrote in route_10652012-08-24 05:47 am
It's been a while.
Who: Dr Kato (artfuldestruction), Luke (bellyshirt) and YOU!
Where: Olivine City and the feed!
When: Now~
Summary: Dr Kato proves how well-adjusted he is by tricking a teenager into blowing up a lighthouse. For science. Or something.
Rating: PG-13 at most. Warning for a bit of sadism on Kato's part, including thoughts about murder.
Log:
[VIDEO]
[[The video appearing on the Gear is dark, and grainy. Whomever is filming it has the zoom amped up to maximum, their hand trembling slightly. But what can be made out is the entrance to the Olivine Lighthouse, and a red-headed figure making his way inside, a strange device underneath his arm.
For those who know him, Luke fon Fabre probably looks as he always does. Really, nothing seems to be all that out of the ordinary apart from the questionable quality of the feed. Once Luke exits the Lighthouse, the person filming zooms out, so the entire structure can be seen. Everything is as it should be.
That is, until the Lighthouse explodes.
The blast produces a prelude of brilliant flashes of light, almost as if someone had powered it up exponentially. A brief glimmer of hope. But then the entire top of it is disintegrated as a furious ball of fire erupts from inside it, sending debris crashing into the nearby houses and all around the general vicinity of what used to be Olivine Lighthouse.
It's now that someone can be heard on the Gear; violent, ecstatic laughter, and the feed is suddenly at a sharp angle, as if the person filming had dropped it.]]
Witness how powerful I am, Johto!! See a true sample of art most pure, most majestic!
[[The laughter continues as the Lighthouse crumples, leaving a smoking, burning stump where it once stood so proudly. Whoever is responsible for that laughter is obviously having quite a conniption, as the camera of the Gear is soon covered with sand.
However, the deranged cackling continues, before the feed is finally, mercifully, shut off.]]
[ACTION]
It's a fairly quiet night in Olivine City. Beautiful, really. For Kato, it's the perfect canvas.
He's chosen a good vantage point and he knows it; the beach offers an ideal view of his target. Unobscured. He doesn't want to miss a second of the action.
And what action there will be.
It was a wise choice, really, having Luke be the one to plant the bomb in the Lighthouse. That red hair stood out a mile away, even in the night. He made such an adorable figure on the Pokeger, entering the Lighthouse with the bomb under his arm. Oh, the poor thing......how guilty this made him look. For a moment, Kato thinks back to that message the boy gave out to his friends.
He hopes some are tuning in.
Kato waited until he saw the boy exiting the way he came, ensuring every second was filmed on his Gear. It wouldn't do to kill Luke now; he'd gone too far to miss seeing the look of pain on his face as he realised just what he had been responsible for, that biting moment of realisation, and the way the colour would fade from his skin.
He'd done it to someone before. The way Katari had pleaded with him to be spared from his explosive fate....oh, it had been the perfect finishing flair for his masterpiece! He often wondered how the man's final moments had been, knowing what was going to happen to him. Really, he should have been honoured to be a part of one of his most magnificent pieces of art! Was there no greater way to exit this world?
Luke would experience that one day. But for now, Kato had more games to play.
Raising the detonator into the sky, he closed his eyes, a tranquil smile making its way onto his face as the wind caressed his hair and clothes, making them flutter. Now for the ideal moment....
...as Kato's finger delicately slid over the button on top of the detonator, a brilliant flash lit up the sky as the bomb powered up.
And then....then....!!
Oh, how magnificent! How perfect, how beautiful, the way the building shattered and splayed outward with the force of the explosion, the debris crashing down to the ground....!!
Kato dropped the detonator into the sand, not even noticing his grip on the little device had failed; his glasses soon followed it down, his fingers buried deep into his hair as he started to laugh hysterically, eyes wide with glee.
"Witness how powerful I am, Johto!! See a true sample of art most pure, most majestic!"
Any words after that are lost in the loud, overjoyed mess of laughter that explodes from Kato's mouth after that, the remaining half of the Lighthouse lighting up the sky with the flames smouldering on its jagged edges.
He drops to his knees on the sand, clawing at the beach and accidently covering the camera of his Gear. Not that he notices; the rush of adrenaline flooding through his body is rendering him half-mad, and it's only when his Lunatone interferes that he finally remembers to switch off the feed.
[[Tags will be a bit slow on my end but I will backtag forever!]
artfuldestruction), Luke (bellyshirt) and YOU!Where: Olivine City and the feed!
When: Now~
Summary: Dr Kato proves how well-adjusted he is by tricking a teenager into blowing up a lighthouse. For science. Or something.
Rating: PG-13 at most. Warning for a bit of sadism on Kato's part, including thoughts about murder.
Log:
[VIDEO]
[[The video appearing on the Gear is dark, and grainy. Whomever is filming it has the zoom amped up to maximum, their hand trembling slightly. But what can be made out is the entrance to the Olivine Lighthouse, and a red-headed figure making his way inside, a strange device underneath his arm.
For those who know him, Luke fon Fabre probably looks as he always does. Really, nothing seems to be all that out of the ordinary apart from the questionable quality of the feed. Once Luke exits the Lighthouse, the person filming zooms out, so the entire structure can be seen. Everything is as it should be.
That is, until the Lighthouse explodes.
The blast produces a prelude of brilliant flashes of light, almost as if someone had powered it up exponentially. A brief glimmer of hope. But then the entire top of it is disintegrated as a furious ball of fire erupts from inside it, sending debris crashing into the nearby houses and all around the general vicinity of what used to be Olivine Lighthouse.
It's now that someone can be heard on the Gear; violent, ecstatic laughter, and the feed is suddenly at a sharp angle, as if the person filming had dropped it.]]
Witness how powerful I am, Johto!! See a true sample of art most pure, most majestic!
[[The laughter continues as the Lighthouse crumples, leaving a smoking, burning stump where it once stood so proudly. Whoever is responsible for that laughter is obviously having quite a conniption, as the camera of the Gear is soon covered with sand.
However, the deranged cackling continues, before the feed is finally, mercifully, shut off.]]
[ACTION]
It's a fairly quiet night in Olivine City. Beautiful, really. For Kato, it's the perfect canvas.
He's chosen a good vantage point and he knows it; the beach offers an ideal view of his target. Unobscured. He doesn't want to miss a second of the action.
And what action there will be.
It was a wise choice, really, having Luke be the one to plant the bomb in the Lighthouse. That red hair stood out a mile away, even in the night. He made such an adorable figure on the Pokeger, entering the Lighthouse with the bomb under his arm. Oh, the poor thing......how guilty this made him look. For a moment, Kato thinks back to that message the boy gave out to his friends.
He hopes some are tuning in.
Kato waited until he saw the boy exiting the way he came, ensuring every second was filmed on his Gear. It wouldn't do to kill Luke now; he'd gone too far to miss seeing the look of pain on his face as he realised just what he had been responsible for, that biting moment of realisation, and the way the colour would fade from his skin.
He'd done it to someone before. The way Katari had pleaded with him to be spared from his explosive fate....oh, it had been the perfect finishing flair for his masterpiece! He often wondered how the man's final moments had been, knowing what was going to happen to him. Really, he should have been honoured to be a part of one of his most magnificent pieces of art! Was there no greater way to exit this world?
Luke would experience that one day. But for now, Kato had more games to play.
Raising the detonator into the sky, he closed his eyes, a tranquil smile making its way onto his face as the wind caressed his hair and clothes, making them flutter. Now for the ideal moment....
...as Kato's finger delicately slid over the button on top of the detonator, a brilliant flash lit up the sky as the bomb powered up.
And then....then....!!
Oh, how magnificent! How perfect, how beautiful, the way the building shattered and splayed outward with the force of the explosion, the debris crashing down to the ground....!!
Kato dropped the detonator into the sand, not even noticing his grip on the little device had failed; his glasses soon followed it down, his fingers buried deep into his hair as he started to laugh hysterically, eyes wide with glee.
"Witness how powerful I am, Johto!! See a true sample of art most pure, most majestic!"
Any words after that are lost in the loud, overjoyed mess of laughter that explodes from Kato's mouth after that, the remaining half of the Lighthouse lighting up the sky with the flames smouldering on its jagged edges.
He drops to his knees on the sand, clawing at the beach and accidently covering the camera of his Gear. Not that he notices; the rush of adrenaline flooding through his body is rendering him half-mad, and it's only when his Lunatone interferes that he finally remembers to switch off the feed.
[[Tags will be a bit slow on my end but I will backtag forever!]
audio;
It--it wasn't my fault!
audio;
I don't give a damn whose fault it was right now! Were there people inside that thing or not?
audio;
[Luke swallows thickly.]
There weren't any people.
audio;
[Except this one is different. He's too quick to insist he's not responsible, whereas Doctor Disaster was all too eager to claim the credit. Not exactly the picture of a model terrorist, here. He's too lacking in conviction.]
You were the one who went inside?
audio;
[Anything, anything to get away from the gaping, howling evidence.]
audio;
You were the one who went inside. Yes or no. If the answer is yes, are you hurt? Also yes or no.
audio;
[There is a pause, during which Luke breathes, as his brain catches up to his ears.]
--yes--I mean. He--no, I'm not hurt.
[More quietly:] It wasn't my fault.
audio;
audio;
[He doesn't know Albert. Doesn't want to admit his ignorance. Doesn't want to say he was wrong, that he got swindled through nothing but his own stupidity.]
Just leave me alone!
[Click.]
audio; | voicemail on luke's gear
Now you listen to me. You messed up. The building blew up. But the only person saying it's your fault right now is you, and the only way you're going to prove it wasn't is by telling someone what just happened. You want to wallow in self-pity and guilt, that's fine, you do it on your own time. But if you want to make up for whatever part you just played in this, you'll get a clue, pull yourself together, and put whatever it is you know to good use by helping the people who are going to stop this maniac from pulling something like this again.
You want to fix it? Wise up, make the right choice, and talk.
But if you don't, and he does it again, then it is your fault. You decide whether or not you want to live with that.
text;
he told me it was a battery
text;
To fix the lighthouse?
text;
[Just. Luke wasn't expecting it to be like this.]
text;
And you never suspected it could be something else?
text;
[And for Luke, that's the crux of it: that in his limited experience, he's never had any reason not to trust anything, from anyone. No one's ever let him down before. He's never let himself down before.]
text;
I don't know. I'm asking you.
[Bit interrogative? Sure. But at least in part because the tone he'd use is lost in text.]
text;
[He doesn't want to say 'the signs were there, I was just too dumb to see'.]
text;
text;
his names kato
[He could say more, but he doesn't want to incriminate himself.]
text;
Do you have any idea why he did this?
no subject
he likes this stuff he thinks its art
no subject
[Because there hadn't been anyone in the lighthouse and if he'd been out to harm people there would have been a lot of different places to put the explosives.]
no subject
he just likes the big boom part