This was the 31st millennium in a world that only knew war. I'm not entirely sure what the hell my Benefactor was thinking by sending me here. All was well… Except, The Chief of Police in Saffron City had some trouble believing the reports according to which there were now several crowded police stations wherein the criminals were refusing to come out from what they considered the safe side of the bars. And a very concerned father had more strength in him than the entire police force of Saffron City.Īs he was promised, one Mister Greene Something-Something-Something MuchMoney found his daughter unharmed, playing tug-o-war with her growlithe. But this was Saffron City, where a certain Sabrina made her home. Officers Jenny, Jenny and Jenny did their best to cordon off the crash site. It didn't quite explode but the city nearby did register some rather substantial quaking of the ground. That is to say, a large airship crashed to the ground at high speeds. Now, yes, there had been a couple of people who thought that it was theirs but that was nothing that some further violence couldn't solve.Ī little later, not too far from Saffron City, there was a crash. And then, the absolute best part: Vincen Daagr alias Violet Something-Something-Something MuchMoney had become the happy owner of a big airship that could apparently turn invisible. Throwing down with beasties that varied wildly in power, elements and appearances had been almost as fun. And if not, he had a delightful amount of cold drink ever on hand, much thanks to Ursine The Mad Bearīreaking out of containment had been fun. There was probably a bottle of something expensive and bubbly to be found if he looked hard enough. Turning from the suit monkey, the tiefling-presently-shaped-like-a-human eyed the interior of the airship. You don't see anybody else up here that's awake and walking, do you? So get over here and tell my dad how you're all so very sorry and I won't break your kneecaps again. Getting handed a phone all of a sudden seemed to snap him out of whatever daydream he was enjoying.
"Me?" The poor man had already drenched his suit with his sweat. And yes, that was very literally so because most containers designed to keep psychic powers nullified don't work too well on spontaneously appearing titan hydras that breathe acid. It turned out that you could in fact prevent a ten-year-old from escaping captivity easily enough but a tiefling who had been through life different lives – six lives if you counted his first one before he had received an offer he couldn't refuse – was a touch larger. The problems in this plan began more or less when Vincent stepped into the boots of Violet Something-Something-Something MuchMoney. I didn't throw anybody overboard, either. Legitimately donated by concerned people who feel very sorry for troubling us. I sto- err it was *donated* to me just now, yes. It's real posh looking- what? Of course I have an airship. I'm presently on the bridge of my new airship. But then, he wasn't in the business of kidnapping ten-year-olds so he might be wrong. Since Mister MuchMoney loved all of his daughters immensely, he would have crumpled to the demands in a near-instant.Īt least that was Vincen's opinion. All in all, if not for Vincent the local punks would have had youngest daughter of a substantially rich person to make demands with. It wasn't a lie to say it had been a good plan with multiple contingencies. And it had all worked out so perfectly well, too. Violet, being a psychically capable person of somewhat dubious intellect and a large number of similar talents, all wrapped up in a very small package of about ten years of age, had been selected as the target for a fairly well concocted plan to first kidnap her and then hold the young lady for ransom or worse. Then we had a little talk – you know, these people who invited me over – and we concluded that they wanted to reconsider their career choices." It just needed a little nudge, so I did just that and walked out. Turns out they forgot to lock the door to my cell. There had been a kidnapping plot that Vincen– pardon, Violet Something-Something-Something MuchMoney, and that was no joke because Violet's surname meant money in one of the local languages – had been at the business end of. Well actually he did but it was more of a set of dots he connected with a little help. Vincen didn't really know how he got here.
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