Snippet #2734963

Utterly pathetic. Sickeningly so, even. An askew, disgustingly unsure, smile settled on her face; it brought him a need to vomit. Perhaps she’d been psychologically tortured to the brink already. If so, she’d a rather weak mental constitution. Perhaps even unfitting to be naught but his slave-pet; or whatever it was she’d been meant to become. He’d been a fool to suggest such an obscure option. And yet, while a cruel, twisted, and deceitful individual; he’d keep his word. For now, at least.

“Don’t speak. Follow, you pathetic, lowly, and worthless wretch.” He grunted. He could only shake his head. She already managed to grate his nerves. Having her along would be nothing but punishment, punishment for allowing such an option to exist. He could still save face and wipe her from her spot like a stain, and still it felt unjust, even for him. He could only hope some unfortunate fate would befall her, considering his plethora of dangerous situations he regularly dabbled in.

Turning on heel, his every footfall echoed as he proceeded toward the shattered door, shoving it open with a heavy palm; enough force to embed the outer handle into the concrete wall outside. He almost seemed to seethe now at the idea of having to drag her around. Sure, she may have had potential, but if he’d condemned himself to having to keep her about him at all times, as if shackled to her by imaginary chains, he’d sooner snap her neck than resign himself to such a cruel fate.

An air of sinister, hellish, infuriation seemed to fester around him as the more he thought about it, the more intense his irritation became. His fury became so profound that it threatened to boil over.

In which it finally did, amassing as a fiery, oozing, manifestation of energy licking up around his figure like languid flames. A passing patrol cruiser seemed to slow upon the officer’s recognition of him. As it began to turn about, its lights flickering to life, a swift gesture of his hand uprooted the nose, and front tires, of the vehicle, swiftly upending it onto its roof, unto which another gesture of his hand downward flattened the entirety of the cruiser as if it were not but putty.

“Nuisances. I hate them.” He murmured, casually drifting across the pavement, meandering toward the outskirts. A sudden gaze back toward the furred creature that followed him so appeared to be high-strung, and unforgiving. “I deal with them. Do not be a nuisance.”

And at that point, he began to fade into obscurity; the Anklets of the Planeswalker activated. A gesture of his hand ushered forth the Bangles’ power, yet again, and subsequently would manifest as a vicious tug upon Jo-Jo; drawing her into the clutch of a merciless hand by her collar.

From there, they’d no longer be within Flora, nor upon Terra; transported instead to his office a myriad distance away.