Emovere

Turn 5: Through The Eyes We See What One Will Not Show

"V! HOLD ON A MINUTE!" Solid called out as he tried to calm down Tournament

"Do not try to stand in my way! I will NOT allow these MISCREANTS to defile my home any longer! They are just a part of the filth that continues to pile up in this wretched world! I'll send the entire family to Synkrousi if I have to as long as I know that disgusting, putrid family is no longer walking this earth!" Cursed Tournament as they pulled their hair. "Also, why haven't I got a report on Felichs yet? What could be taking so long?!"

"Well...we've run into a bit of an issue." Answered Solid as he handed Tournament a clipboard.

"And what would that be?" Grumbled Tournament as they read over the report. "This can't be...¦"

"I'm afraid so. They have no connection with any of our flowers. I haven't seen this in quite some time." Solid remarked as he scratched his head.

"This doesn't bode well for them, V. I mean, even someone like Watson was able to have a connection; albeit a piss poor one, but still...DAMN IT" griped Fox as he slammed his fist into a wall.

"BOOM! I heard my name! Which one of you idiots said it!" Watson exclaimed as he burst through the door.

"I knew I shouldn't have said it…" Grumbled Fox.

"Watson, leave our presence at once! This is a crisis and we won't have you of all people in here!" Ordered Solid.

"Oh? Is that so? Well, you old piece of shit how about I just leave and go blow up what remains of your kingdom! BLAHAHA!" Challenged Watson.

"YOU DARE SPEAK THAT WAY! THEY SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU A LONG TIME AGO!" Yelled an angered Solid as he readied his ax.

"Ohhh, so you even an old idiot like you can still move those bones? Well, don't worry because when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but ashes, old man!" Watson cackled as he reached into his pockets.

"Would you shut up...ALL OF YOU!" Commanded Tournament as they removed their gloves. "Clearly I'm not in the mood today and CLEARLY there's no fighting allowed here. Especially in this room!"

"I only came here to see what's going on with the kid and how quickly we'd retaliate. I've been itching for a fight and a bunch of family-loving freaks is a good start." Said Watson as looked over at Felichs and noticed all the bandages. "Ahhh, I see the kid's got ZERO potential, eh? BLAHAHA! He's worse than me!"

Tournament grabbed Watson by the neck and slammed him into the wall.

"Say one more word and we'll be looking for a new member. Do you understand?" Chastised Tournament as their grip on his neck got tighter and tighter.

"Kill me...and you...won't save...them..." Watson coughed prompting Tournament to slightly loosen their grip. "Thank you..."

"Don't thank me, speak now!" Commanded Tournament.

"In Tristis, you know that town you made a name in, there's a shop there that might be able to help us." Commented Watson.

"You mean the same one we had a few Rose and Aster sent there a few years ago?" Questioned Tournament as they completely loosened their grip.

"Yeah, that's the one. The only issue is the dude who runs it isn't really on speaking terms with me, but I know someone he'll never turn down." Snickered Watson.

"And why should I send Felichs along with you and I'm assuming your old friend? I barely trust you as is..." Responded Tournament.

"Ouch, that hurts to know that the one who brought me in doesn't trust...SIKE, I COULDN'T CARE LESS! BLAHAHA!" Cackled Watson before continuing, "You see, I'm bored. I've been held up in this house for too long and needa stretch my legs, plus, my old friend seems to have taken a liking to Felichs. So, they won't let me harm 'em anyways and with those eyes and my brains we'll be in and out within no time."