tiny was starting to get impatient. The jealousy inside him was taking over bit by bit as time passes. And to think, he was the one who asked Undead to calm down. He started shivering in rage.

tiny started as CF came from behind, he stopped shivering immediately. "Hey...nothing, nothing at all." he shrugged. "You should be up there taking cover, why are you doing down here?!" he tried ushering her back up.

Undead leveled the rocket launcher again and fired it over Tiny's shoulder. "You're angry," Undead said, "and angry people kill people. Settle down or I'll kill you. Or go and fix the problem, it's not hard." He handed over a record meaningfully, then ran a finger down the edge. A thin trail of blood appeared on his digit. "You understand."

Undead took the record out of CF's hand, then threw it at her. It sliced her across her middle with a very shallow cut. It was a warning shot. Undead waggled a finger. "No snatching," he said, taking out another record. He passed this one to Tiny, and then pickep up his cricket bat.

Undead looked at CF very seriously. "And if you try anything again, it could get much worse." He rested the bat on his shoulder and took out another record. "Go back inside to your boyfriend," Undead said the word maliciously, hoping it would incite a reaction from the guy next to him, "me and Tiny have to talk."

"Not yet," Undead said, looking out of his peripheral vision at Tiny, "but when he's out of the way you'll be able to do anything you like. That's what that glance was about, you want to get back to whoever-he-is so you can organise how to get rid of my friend here." Undead patted Tiny on the back, then looked at CF with a triumphant grin on his face.

Undead ignored her, until he heard her comment on why she would hurt him. "Why? Hmm... I don't know. I guess you'd want to keep him alive for his kisses. But that's it, am I right? Tiny, she doesn't love you. She doesn't even like you. She just wants you to kiss her because no one else will. Except for maybe this Gardevoir fellow..." He grinned, CF had slipped up. He was sure this was getting Tiny irritated.

"Yeah, in an RP," Undead replied slowly, calculating, "that's fine for storyline purposes. But nobody would do it in real life."

Game, set, and match, Undead thought, trying to keep his grin from getting wider.

Undead smiled visciously. "And?" He asked, turning to Tiny with an incredulous look on his face, "and? Something more? Is there something I don't know here? Exactly how much did you do? But I suppose he's just a tool to you, as is everyone. Max, Tiny, Lippie, Mod, Gardevoir..."

Undead smiled and ticked off the names on his finger. "Hold on a sec. What about my friend Tiny here? You completely failed to mention him at all! What is he, not a friend? And more importantly, at least to you, what was it you were about to say about Gardevoir when you so conveniently trailed off? How long have you been in Mossdeep anyway? Long enough, I should think..."

"You know what I mean..." Undead's grin extended vastly, and the glint in his eye became strangely evil, "long enough for..." He trailed off and let everyone's imaginations fill the blanks. Just for a little inspiriation he said, "aren't you an Admin for Psyche? That's a rather high postion for one so young." The tone of his voice completely gave away his meaning, and his grin had reached grinch-like proportions.

Undead, his grin still gleaming, put on a mock-pondering look. He had the perfect insult, the prefect thing to send CF's temper through the roof. It was surprisingly simple. "Hey, isn't Gardevoir a bit of a girly pokemon?"

He was on the home stretch. CF was angry and he could tell. "I don't know why the guy even likes you... frankly, he probably doesn't. He's just playing your game, he's going to use you then throw you out, just like so many before." Undead had won, and he knew it. CF was going to crack, and even though he didn't know why he was doing it it still pleased him. He had manipulated her to anger, and he liked that power.