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@goodeveningjasper

Drakken nearly tripped over himself when the guy stopped and quickly turned back around. His arms shot out to catch himself, but even his brain knew better than to try using the guy as a break. Instead, he merely wobbled and righted himself, just in time for the guy to get right up in his face. He tried to step back, but was caught by the crowds on the street trying to get around the pair of them causing a road block. The man only came closer, volume and anger growing.

It was rare that anyone ever matched Drakken's level. Usually people were quick to placate him in an effort to save themselves. If they had done as this man had, extract themselves from the situation, they would have continued on with this decision and kept walking, ignoring him completely until they could lose him. Or he let them go.

This man did not back down. He had not continue to run away. Instead, he chose to stay and fight back.

It was, honestly, a tad refreshing.

Though he did take a step back, recoiling from being so close to the other guy.

"We already have a big problem," Drakken said. "And you did litter, money or not! If this was blown by the wind into the forest or lake you think a deer was going to pick it up to go get chips at the market? Or a fish would need to it to pay rent? No! It would be worth the same amount as any other piece of paper out there! I don't understand why you think threatening me will do anything for you here. You littered! Admit it and maybe I'll think about giving it back to you!"

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@aquata-the-champ

Drakken shook his head, sighing with heavy disappointment.

Somehow Aquata Triton had taken it upon herself to fall further down the line in Drakken's long list of people he did not like. Which was a feat, considering he hated so many. But he felt she had made this personal, making him feel like he was back in high school and no one chose him to be their project partner or for their team in whatever idiotic game they were playing in gym class.

"Then you're not working with me. You're working with yourself," he said, fixing her with a glare before turning on his heel to walk back toward the exit of the office. "Very well, Triton! Good luck getting anything done all on your own this year. We'll see how fast you hold to your principals in these coming months when you've nothing to show for yourself come re-election."

Professional Courtesy || Blues

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@mamabear-elinor

Now that Drakken was elected and was coming to terms with the fact that he was actually going to have to fully commit to the consequences of his actions, he was deeply regretting it. But that mattered not! No amount of paperwork would deture him! Nor would being given the corner desk away from everyone else.

He still had a mission, and that was to make Triton and Morey's lives considerably worse.

In order to do this, he would need everyone else on the Board on his side! Though he knew getting McWiggin would be a pipe dream since he had Chakraborty as a friend. For some reason Drakken didn't even understand when he had thought well of her.

This left the owl, the singer, and the museum obsessed one! Easy.

"Why is there no such thing as a working printer?" he asked aloud to the Board office, that was only occupied at the moment by himself and the museum woman. He gave the printer in question a little kick. "Have you used this thing today?"

The Rookies || Blue Bear

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@vixey-chakraborty

Set: right after Drakken helped the cows

By the time Drakken made it back to Swynlake the notion that he could get home and deal with the wounds had been left behind somewhere on the road from Besydus. Along with a lot of blood and his patience. It felt like he had only just gotten over his broken arm and now he was having to deal with this? When would his suffering ever end!

He stumbled down the road, the storefronts darkened and street quiet in the middle of the night. His boots scraped along the sidewalk, only willing and able to pick up his feet enough to move them forward but not enough to really lift off the ground all the way. The shirt and jacket he wore were soaked through with blood, his hands holding fast to the wound in an attempt to help keep everything together.

Finally, finally, he made it to the end of Main Street where the hospital lay and walked inside, blood smearing the automatic door a little as he brushed against it in his haste to get in. He fell forward into the desk there, chest catching him for a moment to warble out a lame, "I was attacked. I need help," before he was sliding down to the floor.

Look What The Cat Dragged In || Vixxen

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@aquata-the-champ

"And what is it you're fighting for right now? Because if feels like you're just fighting to fight," Drakken sighed, having to turn away in an effort to get a handle on his aggravation. At this point it didn't even seem worth it to get her into this alliance he had planned. It was useless when the easy play was no longer to blindside her with a backstabbing, as he felt she had done to him. It was obvious that she was well on her way to her own doom out of self sabotage that could be easily avoided.

He would give her one last shot.

After this, she was on her own.

He didn't really think there was any other way she'd rather have it, though.

"What I want is to be able to do something with this job. It's a numbers game, if you haven't noticed. If you have the numbers, you have the vote. I can recognize I can't do it alone," he said. "So I'm asking you to work with me and I'm asking to work with you. What's so hard to understand about that?"

Professional Courtesy || Blues

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@goodeveningjasper

Drakken stumbled, his free hand coming up to clutch at the place on his chest where the shoulder had hit. His scar didn't really bother him anymore but that sure did something. Though it was namely a blow to his pride, to be dismissed in such a way.

It cemented that he was not going to just let this offender go back to his fancy shmancy car to drive away, scott free! It took a few seconds for his brain to come back from this, rubbings at his chest, before he was moving again. Picking up his pace, but he remained behind the other man, the people walking in the opposite direction making it impossible for Drakken to step up and walk beside him. That didn't stop him from continuing to complain to the back of the guy's head.

"Of course, I'm going to make a scene! That's what makes things visible. Publicly shaming a litterer is what the punishment should be! Not just slapping them with a fine so they can pay it and brush it under the rug. No! They should have their face shown around town so people know to watch them when they walk outside," he ranted.

"So, you're just running away from your problems? Does this mean you just don't care about the environment? In this day and age?"

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Back At The Barn Yard || Self Para

Drakken learns about Vixey's Insta post and intends to do something about it.

Set: After the debate but before the election!

Trigger Warnings: mild violence and vomiting

Read below or here.

“What do you mean everyone can see this?” Drakken asked, pacing the living room of his house. 

It was well after the debate. The twins had decided to try and keep a lid on the major PR disaster that had been posted just hours before it, not wanting it to get in Drakken’s head. But now that the debate was over, they knew they shouldn’t keep him in ignorant bliss anymore. 

“Anyone that follows her can see it,” Wendall explained. 

“Which means everyone,” Wyatt continued. “It’s on the internet. It’s there forever!” 

“What do you want to do?” they both asked Drakken, voices falling in sync with one another.

“I’m going to go get her, of course!” Drakken said, turning on his heel to get to the front door. He kicked off the slippers he had been wearing in favor of shoving his feet back into his shoes. 

“What!” 

“You can’t-! 

“That will just prove she’s right-!” 

“-if you try to hurt her!” 

“I don’t care,” Drakken shouted. “She’s being used against me! That woman has no care for that poor creature. Your sister isn’t here anymore to kick her out, she can stay in the backyard for as long as I say so!” 

“...wait-”

“What?” 

The twins turned to one another, then looked back to Drakken, who was grumbling loudly as he tried to get his watch untangled from the coat that was hanging on the wall. 

“You meant the cow?” they asked.

“Of course I meant the cow!” Drakken wrenched his arm back, getting free. “Who else?” 

“Well- you can’t go tonight!” Wendall protested.

“Why not?” 

“You….uh…”

“We should get supplies!” Wyatt piped up. “So that she has stuff to eat and a place to sleep when she gets here. You don’t want her to suffer here, too, right?” 

Drakken had his hand around the door’s handle, fingers squeezing it tight as he deliberated. It was a good point, and when the thought of Vera’s comfort won out over the inherent anger, he sighed. “Fine. Fine! But I am bringing her here. No one is going to stop me, not even you two, understand?” 

“Absolutely.”

“Positively.” 

Drakken eyed them, then nodded. “Good.” 

He stepped away from the door, taking off his shoes and adorning his slippers once more. 

“But you aren’t coming with me.”

“What!” the boys protested, flanking Drakken on either side as he started walking back toward his bedroom. “But we can help!” 

“Yeah! We have as many hands on deck as you need!” 

“You also have a pesky moral code,” Drakken pointed out. “Which I don’t want getting in the way. If that woman shows up and starts crying because I’m stealing her precious mascot, what would you do? Because in the eyes of the law, she does belong to her family.” 

The twins frowned, finding one another’s eyes behind Drakken’s back. They shrugged to one another. “We’d probably have to stop you.” 

“And I wouldn’t let you. So, you two can stay home and get it ready for us to return. Keep our nosy neighbor from looking over the fence and calling the police or something. And make sure Commodore Puddles goes outside before she gets here.” 

They agreed and bid goodnight, parting ways as the entrance to their bedroom came before Drakken’s. 

–

True to his word, Drakken was standing on the grounds of Twin Pine Farm fully prepared to walk a cow home with him back to Swynlake. 

It was repulsive! Using the very cow Drakken had helped bring into this world against him. As if Vera was some sort of puppet or toy! Ridiculous. Chakraborty was no doubt just jealous that Vera liked him far more than her, since he actually spent time with her. Even now, he still made regular visits to the farm to see her.

Which was why none of the cows were particularly surprised when he showed up that night, darkening the door of the barn. Vera wiggled her way to the front, leaning her head over as Drakken approached. 

“Mi amor!” he greeted, reaching up to give her head pets. She lifted her chin to reach his face, her giant tongue coming out to lick at his ear and hair. It made him laugh, both in delight from her affection and because he was ticklish. “Come on. I’m getting you out of here.” 

Vera, of course, didn’t know what he was saying and just stared at him the way she always did, curious and interested to see what he would do next. He urged her to follow and she did. But then so did some of the other cows, wanting to get back out of the barn. 

“Hey! Daphne, stop it, you have to stay here,” he said, wondering where the heck this attitude was the last time he had tried to get all of them to follow him when he had been trying to steal them. 

Back when- …

…

Anyway. 

Just as Drakken was trying to get Nellie and Eloise to move so Vera could get past them, a very odd sound came from outside. 

Everyone in the barn froze. 

Waiting…waiting…

And there it came again, only closer that time. It didn’t sound like anything Drakken had ever heard before, stuck somewhere between a howl and a yell. It made his stomach clench and start feeling sick, thinking something was out there and hurt by the way it was carrying on. 

“What the-?” Drakken said aloud, the second one having jostled him from his opossum like state. But so did the cows. They started getting antsy, movements quick and erratic and Drakken knew it wasn’t a good spot to be in, surrounded by hundreds of pounds of beings that were getting spooked. “Hey, hey! It’s okay! It’s okay, I’ll- I’m going to check it out.” 

Drakken shooed the cows back, away from the door, so that he could slip through it and back out into the night. He made sure to put the locking mechanism back into place, but didn’t click it back, he just wanted to keep the cows from nudging open the door if they decided to stage a great escape to see what was going on out there, too. 

He frowned at the open expanse of the farmland, having to squint to make out anything in the dark. His eyes had long since adjusted but they weren’t great. After all, he was supposed to be wearing corrective lenses but didn’t since he associated them with who he had been before the lab accident. And he had never cared to stick his fingers in his eyes, so hadn’t wanted contacts. 

All this to say, he couldn’t see very well standing there. 

But he didn’t have to have 20/20 vision to see the giant pair of glowing eyes that caught his attention. Drakken froze, trying to make out if they were eyes or just some sort of reflective surface. 

They blinked and glinted, getting closer. 

A growl emanated from where they were, deep and throaty. 

Slowly, Drakken reached into his pocket for the flashlight he had brought with him. He drew it out and clicked it on. 

The beam shot forward, illuminating the area where the eyes were. A figure appeared within the dark. A large catlike creature stood out in the pasture, but it wasn’t like any natural creature Drakken had read about. Magical or otherwise. It was too long, mouth too wide for its head, eyes too far apart to be for any predator. Its claws were huge, just like the teeth that were bared to him within that too big mouth, as if it had been made to fit them all instead of being formed from a practical evolutionary standpoint. Its fur was stringy, coated in mud and something else that made it clump together oddly, dark in color but not completely black now that the light was shining on it. 

They stared at one another for a good while, Drakken and that…thing. 

They probably would have continued had it not been for the moo’s that sounded out behind him from the barn. 

He watched those big eyes dart to it, the sound of its breathing getting drawn out like a sigh. A stretch of pink and black tongue reached around the rows of teeth to wet its lips before letting it hang out as it panted. 

It took a step forward. 

“Hey!” Drakken shouted, making it stop. He swallowed down the fear that had been building inside him ever since he heard that eerie sound and clutched his flashlight. “Get out of here!” 

The thing answered back with a low grunt. 

“You heard me!” he yelled, lifting up his other arm to wave it away. “I don’t care how scary looking you are! You aren’t getting these cows. So go look for dinner somewhere else!” 

 Oh, if only anyone listened to him. 

The giant cat came forward in a fast rush of limbs and Drakken only had time to think to get out of the way! He threw himself to the side, hitting the ground just as the beast ran head first into the barn doors. Its claws dragged down the wood as it flopped onto the ground, too, the hit having been a hard one as it had been running at full force. 

Drakken didn’t waste any time then, scrambling up to his feet. Inside the cows were going a bit crazy, he could hear their noises of terror and shuffling hooves as they no doubt felt like they were trapped in that barn. If only they knew how much worse it was out there. He started to make a break for it before he caught the beast sitting up, shaking its head to re-orientate itself. The cow’s noises had caught its attention again and it started to paw at the doors, trying to get it open. 

“What did I just say?” Drakken shouted. “Stay away from them!” 

The thing turned its head sharply to the side so that its eye was right on him. He watched the pupil dilate and retract in the beam of his flashlight. 

“Come on,” he said, waving his hands at it now in a way to entice it toward him rather than away. Drakken took a few steps backward, preparing for what was to come. “Come on!” 

And the chase began. 

Drakken led the creature away from the barn and only had a moment of relief for that before realizing that he was no doubt going to get torn to little pieces now. He could feel it gaining on him and dared to look over his shoulder to watch. It didn’t run right, its legs too long and gangly, looking like it had no idea how to use them as it tilted from side to side. At least it wasn’t a very confident predator. If this was just some regular wildcat or something like a Wampus he would have probably been dead already. 

He headed back toward the road, hopping over the fence, but his foot got stuck, tripping him on the way down. Drakken hit the ground again and it gave time for the creature to get to him, crawling up and after him. Its large paw swiped down, claws cutting into the fabric of his jacket and shirt. He had attempted to roll out of the way so they caught him in the side, dragging across the skin of his stomach, following the arch of his ribs. 

He yelled out in pain, which seemed to startle the creature. It walked over him, turning its neck unnaturally so that it could peer down at him. It leaned forward, sniffing, before pulling back and letting out that growling noise again before looking like it was going to lean down again. 

Only this time, its mouth was open, sharp teeth on display once more. It tried to snap at him, but Drakken put his hands up, digging his hands into its neck and keeping it at arms length away from his face. Its paws came up to try swiping his arms away, claws digging into the skin there, too. 

Drakken, who most certainly did not want to be dead and definitely didn’t want to die like this, mustered up the strength to draw his knees up, getting his legs back and feet under the creature, and pushed, kicking up into the underbelly of it. 

It drew back, howling in pain, but didn’t move off of him, so he did it again. 

Then the thing stopped altogether, standing up at attention and stock still before it started making another awful sound. This time it was a hacking. 

Its back arched, the fur there puffing up along its spine. Drakken could feel it convulse under his hands and only realized too late what was about to happen next. 

The thing’s mouth opened over him and vomited next to him, the splatter of it hitting his face and hair, his clothes. 

“Ulgah!” Drakken said, turning his head to see a pile of black gunk that looked close to tar. In the middle, slowly being revealed as the liquid-y substance slid off, was a shiny purple stone, light from within looking more like shadow than it did actual light. 

He flinched when he felt something wet against his hand and turned back to find a cat sitting on top of him, head in his hands. Its rough tongue was lapping at his skin. 

It was a cat. 

An ordinary house cat. 

He pulled his hands back and caught another glint in the dark, something metallic lightly clinking. Drakken reached to the side of him, wincing at the protest his wounds gave, to get ahold of his flashlight. 

On the cat was a collar. On the collar was a tag.

“Grover,” he read. The cat blinked slowly at him before jumping off his chest and walking off down the road, seemingly unbothered by the whole thing. Drakken struggled to turn over onto his stomach, hand clutching at the wounds in an effort to keep the skin from parting from itself anymore than it already was. He got a knee under him and pushed up to his feet. 

“You…! You look nothing like Grover!” he called after the cat. “He’s blue!” 

He got a low meerow in reply. 

“Pah.” Drakken waved a hand at the cat that he could barely make out now. The glint of the stone below caught his eye and he frowned, looking down at it. Jeez. That thing had turned a harmless cat into a cow craving beast? 

There was a whisper in the dark as Drakken watched it. A low voice in his ear. 

He lifted his foot and stomped down hard, the heel of his boot crushing the thing under it. The stone broke apart, light fizzling out with it. 

Maybe he would come to regret that later but the last time he’d messed with a glow-y rock he’d gotten shock therapy for, like, days! Weeks, even! No way was he going through that again. 

“Vera,” he said, and trudged back over to the fence. Up and over, across the farmland again, and back to the barn. He pulled open the doors, having to clutch one to stay standing as he looked inside. All the cows looked over at him and Vera came trotting over, pushing her head under his hand. He sighed, patting her as she wanted, letting his hand brush over her head. 

“Everyone okay in here?” 

No one replied, of course, but he hadn’t expected them to. They were cows, after all. 

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@aquata-the-champ

Drakken shook his head, doing his best to keep all the angry grumblings and noises from rising to the surface. She was so dense, it was an absolute mystery as to how she had ever been some sort of champion swimmer.

"I think you have things you care about and that you could actually spend time on those things if you stopped wasting your time refusing help from people and arguing with them! Which is useless. I'm asking to work with you and what are you doing? Being mean to me!"

And this was him being nice! Trying to do this the modest way!

Not that he could do it the easy way, which would have been blackmail or a flat out threat, and been done with it. But even then she probably would have looked at him flatly and said no, as if she was allergic to the concept of getting help.

"Listening ears, Triton! I'm saying you help me, I'll help you. What part of that is a blank check? I'm paying! We're not always going to agree, and I told you, we'd talk about it when we didn't. But- for the love of- I mean- do you not want help or do you just not want my help?"

Professional Courtesy || Blues

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@sonotthedrama

....alright, he had to admit, Kim Possible laughing at him hurt a little. After a well delivered evil scheme, too! Did she have no sense of manners? Or respect for their hero vs. criminal relationship that they had cultivated over these past years? He was the one that was supposed to be laughing evilly, not her!

"I-! You-! Nyah! Of course I'm serious," he finally managed to get out after tripping on his tongue over his own anger. "And what are you talking about? I am perfectly respectable! This town will see me, and compared to the cast of characters they've already got on the Board, they'll be happy to have someone else with a brain cell on there who can help the ones that do!"

He, of course, had no idea who was on the Board aside from Triton, Morey, and that one guy who he vaguely remembered from somewhere but who was going to be leaving anyway so it didn't matter. Yes, he had forgotten one of Chakraborty's friends was on there, and yes, he didn't remember that there was a familiar elected either. His sights were only on the ones he was running out of spite for.

Politically Motivated || Arch Nemesis

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@aquata-the-champ

"Why would you ever want to do that? You were there, you know those kids need all the help they can get," he shot back immediately. Drakken clenched his jaw, shaking his head at her.

"See? This is exactly what I'm trying to get around. You and your intentional self sabotage! All you want to do is fight about things that don't matter, as if that's supposed to set you up for victory for the things that do if you can beat everyone around you with this first. Well, I've got news for you Triton, you lost! Big time! Everyone in this room did and because of that so did the town. Maybe it's time to start thinking about fighting with someone instead of against them."

He breathed in deeply, recovering his temper from the outburst, and continued on.

"I'm going to trust that you're actually as smart as I know you are and know that you wouldn't bring me something horrible. And, for the sake of your devil's advocate shtick here, fine! If you do bring me something that's stupid, then we'll compromise until it's something tolerable. That's what this is supposed to be about, isn't it? Conversation! Compromise! Whatever!"

Professional Courtesy || Blues

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@goodeveningjasper

Drakken frowned as the guy's eyes pinned on him, making him feel uncomfortable in a way he had not felt in a long time. And he couldn't tell why.

Maybe it was because the guy had eyes like a husky. You know, the ones that were waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too blue to be real and just lanced through you. Like they knew something, or could see into a different realm altogether.

"Names are important!" came his admittedly poor counter argument. But Drakken was quite passionate about calling people what they wanted to be called, as he was always adamant about being called by his chosen name....as well as his chosen title that he had no credentials to back up other than the fake ones he had made for himself.

"I don't care if it is money! It could be the lottery ticket for nine million dollars and it would still be littering!" Drakken said, stepping back and holding his fist with the piece of trash in it back and above his head to keep out of the guy's reach. "The only one acting like a fool here is you. Just accept you did something wrong, it's not that hard. You got caught! Admit it, you dropped it on purpose, and now you're just mad that someone saw you and is calling you a litter bug."

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@lou-bonfightme

"....right," he said, half distracted by plans on how he was going to prevent all of this while still keeping the painting in his lab. It couldn't be that hard to figure something out! Some sort of force field maybe?

He continued to examine the painting until his phone rang. Drakken didn't look at it, eyes locked in on the art, as he answered. "What?"

It was the twins. They were, supposedly, there. Drakken, without asking the artist, walked on over to the door and opened it. Sure enough, there they were, Wyatt with the phone to his ear as a mirror to Drakken.

"Hi," they both said, it echoing over the phone. Drakken frowned, hanging up on them.

"Took you long enough," he said, waving them in. They both shuffled inside, looking around with ooo's and aahh's before stopping at the sight of the artist.

"Hi! I'm Wyatt."

"And I'm Wendall. It's nice to meet you!"

Commission Complete || Loukken

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@aquata-the-champ

"I don't want to work just with you. I'd prefer if everyone on the Board was, for lack of a better term, on board. Together. That way we can all get what we want done instead of infighting, and getting nothing done," he said. "I'll be offering this to everyone, should they give me the time of day. You just happened to be the one here and now to hear it first."

And, as Triton herself was thinking, they had worked together in the past. They had been victorious, even! Getting those no good children a place in that...ugh, he didn't even remember. Something about court or whatever. And no one had died under their watch in the Camping Club...? Woodsman Watch? Whatever, he didn't care and it wasn't the point!

"Come on. You've been here for too long pushing the rock up the hill with your hands alone. It's time to try something else," Drakken insisted. "Let's actually do something while we've got the chance."

Professional Courtesy || Blues

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@goodeveningjasper

Now, Drakken was not a fighter. As much as he stirred up conflict and walked head first into situations that could lead to him getting hurt, as was the risk you took being a criminal, he wasn't very good at backing up his own words physically. It's why he hired people for that sort of thing. It's why Sarina had been such a key part in any of his schemes that had a shot at making his main goal becoming a reality.

But he was also far too stubborn, having been molded by his teenage years of getting bullied and having nothing to help him fight back but words. This was no different to him. Did he cower a little when the guy stood up? Absolutely! Was he going to let this guy get away with calling him a ninny? Absolutely not!

It was true that Drakken didn't really know if this guy had dropped the piece of, what he still presumed to be, garbage on the ground on purpose. He just thought the worst of people, since they usually turned out to be the worst.

Drakken took a step back to put some distance between them, eyeing the guy before clearing his throat to take his turn in this match once more.

"I'm not the one pulling out names and insults from a fifth grader's joke book. I have actual proof for my accusations," he scoffed. "Just apologize for littering and throw it in the trash where it belongs, and maybe I won't use my position on the Board to make sure you're out here every Saturday morning with a stick and trash bag."

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@lou-bonfightme

Self-sufficient! That was nice!

All the other stuff...eh, not so nice. He'd already forgotten the first time. High...what? No temperature changes?? Or light? But he had wanted to put this up in his lab! Stuff was changing in there all the time due to the various experiments he did.

"So then....say I wanted to put this somewhere that's never quite stable as far as the environment went," he ventured to ask. "What would happen to it?"

Commission Complete || Loukken

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@goodeveningjasper

"We're not mates!" Drakken was quick to dismiss, already hating the tone this guy was taking. As if Drakken was the one in the wrong here. "And you are the one littering! I saw you, don't try to deny it, you're not slick!"

He also wasn't going to listen to the guy trying to tell him it was money. HA! As if. This guy had deliberately dropped whatever it was that was in his hand and no one dropped money on purpose. Unless they were super duper rich and wanted to watch those they considered below them scramble around to pick it up. Or if they were in one of those old movies, wanting to create a distraction, and started throwing money to get the crowds in the way to their advantage.

This guy was neither of those things. Well, actually, he could have been the former but Drakken didn't believe it. Because he still wasn't looking at the bill crunched between his fingers that he had held up to the guy.

"If you wanted a lower volume then maybe you shouldn't be littering! People are going to yell at you when you do something like this! It's called consequences!"

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