RED ALERT [text]

[conniemaheswaran]

Guys, I hate to bring down the mood, but we have a HUGE problem. Riku—you know, one of the very first trainers to arrive here, Aurora Leaguer, exceptionally powerful—that Riku apparently knows all about our operations in the Radio Tower. He's been keeping quiet about it, but with our increased activity and the organization of the Pokémon Guardian Corps there's a serious possibility he'll be conducting a raid in the future. He even mentioned it in a conversation with me, here's the proof.

[A video file containing a private conversation between Riku and Connie is attached.]

Everybody there, please please please PLEASE be careful (looking at you, Tio Steven) and see if you can't persuade the admins to move house or at least set up some countermeasures. This is bad news.

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[conniemaheswaran]

i just woke up saw this post blew up and i am begging you (you know who you are) to either act like the old men thta you are and be fucking mature or take your catfight to your inboxes

[fingersandteeth]

Sorry about that, mija. Next time I'll ask Emet-Selch to take it to the inboxes.

[ Because as far as Steven's concerned, Hades had provoked the entire thing and kept it going long past when Steven had cared to. ]

... I'm not *old*. Early middle-age, surely.

[conniemaheswaran]

both you and dirk's boytoy are equally at fault here don't you try to shift the blame on him

and if you can somehow act crotchety and like a pissy teenage girl at the same time enough to irritate me i have every right to call you old

[At least the second part of that message was made in jest.]

[amaure]

I daresay I am far beyond the age to be referred to as a "boy" anything.

[conniemaheswaran]

Boytoy is an eternal title, Solus van Galvus. Wear it with the pride that it deserves.

Or if you prefer I can instead call you "Strider's manwhore."

[...how much has Connie been talking to Dirk, again?]

[amaure]

Solus zos Galvus, I am an Emperor, after all.

This would imply that he is paying me for my services, and I will assure you that he is indeed not. At least, not in any monetary fashion, nor would I stoop so low. Ours is a partnership forged in passion, my dear.

[Apparently a lot, but it's fine, because Solus doesn't mind it at all.]

[conniemaheswaran]

"Partnership forged in passion" my ass, you're just the only one that can keep up with exponentially rising levels of pretension and dive into his murky sea of mixed metaphors and deeply mediocre rap lyrics without getting the irresistible urge to shove him in a locker.

Anyways, I think I have found a suitable title for you, and so I'm about to make an impulsive decision that you'll bear the consequences of.

Get out of my thread.

[When Emet-Selch awakens from his week-long nap full of terrible memories, he will find a package on his doorstep from a tee-printing company. Inside is a single black shirt bearing bold, neon pink print on the front and back, which proclaims its bearer to be:

"BABY SLUT"]

[amaure]

Would you truly argue that it would not take aught short of passion in order to do just that? How little faith you hold in the unrelenting potential that passion can afford a man.

But very well, I shall leave you to your chiding of Steven, we both know he well needs it more than I.

[And...when he does wake up to that charming gift, it will actually give him a good laugh. Thanks Connie, for being one of the few mortals worth acknowledging as more than a test of his patience.]

u kno I had to

[wonderland_vogue]

I dare say I have to agree.

Slut is probably a more appropriate term for you, to be perfectly fair.

Whores at least have standards.

[amaure]

I do suppose out of all of us, you are the one uniquely qualified to find her own kind.

[wonderland_vogue]

How cute.

Am I supposed to be upset?

[amaure]

No more than I am at your own commentary, I suppose.

[wonderland_vogue]

At least I'm also making money off of my ventures.

I'm not entirely sure what the hell you're getting out of your whole... everything... with this manchild.

[amaure]

It does make sense that you know not what a stable relationship is, nor its worth, considering who you are. Merely something beyond your ken, one can safely wager.

[wonderland_vogue]

Oh, honey. Just because I don't make my relationship details public doesn't mean that I don't know what one is. Or that I don't know how to be in one.

I'm just not a loud mouthed gossipy old bitch that's fucking what's essentially the definition of a human teenager in mental capacity.

But please keep telling yourself that.

[amaure]

I see little where you have room to talk of mental capacity when you are so sorely lacking in your own. Regardless, if you are so ashamed of your relationship that you see the need to hide it, nary make mention of it, scant do I see that as stable.

But whatever helps you in your whoring, I suppose. Little am I one to judge when someone pursues the career best suited to their capabilities, or lack thereof, as it may very well be the case.

[wonderland_vogue]

So says the man who was just, no longer than a little while ago, arguing with the other loud mouthed gossipy bitch.

Honestly, it's impressive the hoops you're jumping through here to try and show me like this. When I've been very gracious in keeping my distance for such a long time.

What I do or don't do with my relationship is literally none of your business. There's no reason to run around yelling about it from the rooftops because some people prefer to be more private, it's not hiding.

You sound mad, darling. It's actually hilarious.

[amaure]

There are no hoops one must jump through to arrive at what is plainly before them, and certainly you will never find me doing such. Too much effort for one so worthless.

You do realize we have both kept our distance, and as such, by your ruling it would make me equally gracious, yes? I suppose not, seeing as you can view little beyond your own reflection. A pity, really.

I suppose if you find some pathetic measure of comfort in your inability to recognize emotions in others, take it. But it would be churlish of me to mislead you in believing that an insignificant mistake like you could ever affect me in such a manner. My apologies, but you must have at least the barest levels of importance to your existence for that to happen, and I am afraid you've never had any.

[wonderland_vogue]

And I see we're back to your continual bullshit insistence on my existence. God, do you ever get any new material or are you just perpetually so far up your own ass morally that it will never change?

Such a bore and that's quite possibly the worst crime one could commit.

Whatever. Enjoy your weird immature teenage boytoy since he's certainly the only one dull enough to find you remotely entertaining.

Bye~

[amaure]

And there she flees, once again when she has clearly recognized she has fallen dramatically short when faced with her better. Small surprise, truly. Often do the wretched scurry and scatter when confronted with that which frightens them.

How very predictable, and as you named it, boring. Oh, well, cannot say I have ever expected much from you. Till next you crawl from your foul hole in the vain attempt to vie for my attention, I suppose.

[fingersandteeth]

Connie. Mija. While I admit I'm at fault for continuing the argument, I'm *not* the one who picked the fight this time. It's more of a 40-60% division of blame.

[conniemaheswaran]

Durante. You are aware of how you sound like a second grader who has just discovered the wonderful world of percentages to try to shift the blame to Bobby for getting snot in the mixed colored pencil/marker bin after hocking a mad loogie into it themself, right?

[Who is Steven talking to again?]

[fingersandteeth]

You are aware that you sound exactly like a miniature version of Dirk Strider, right?

[conniemaheswaran]

...excuse me, I need to go shove myself into a locker real quick.