A Rocket Blackmails A Radio Star (Op: Child's Play) [F]

[Caramell 🍬]

Alexandria's father was well aware of the trouble his child was in. Even though he stopped getting updates early on, as the guards he left in charge of her care stopped responding, he knew something was amiss. Even with a flat tire, it shouldn't have taken this long for them to get to the meet up spot. And the message one of them sent about "problems" that arose during inspection of the car had him on edge.

When the phone call came in, Northington was already well prepared. He was hopeful that it would have been either Whitney, who met up with him earlier and promised to investigate the matter in more detail, or one of the guards calling him. "What have you done with my daughter?!" The fear in his voice was palpable. It choked him, causing Northington to cough excessively. "Please... just don't hurt her. Whatever you do, don't hurt her. I'll be there, I promise..." He sighed in defeat.

Northington raced to the Tunnels, easily informing everyone else that he just needed to take care of something at home. Some were apprehensive. Northington was definitely out of his usual self, but it wasn't enough to raise suspicions too high. So they carried on, as Northington walked into the Tunnels and approached Silas. "I'm here. Let me see my daughter." He insisted, arms crossed firmly over his chest. " Whatever you want...it's yours. But first... just prove to me that she's ok." Northington pleaded with Silas.

Mr. Northington Arrives

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When the radio star arrived, Silas knew that he had won.

He faced the man with that charming smile that helped him navigate the very streets of Goldenrod itself while he carried little Alexandria here. "Greetings, Mister Northington. I am glad to see that you were sensible and came without a guard. We might have had a bit of a disagreement otherwise. This way. I am not so much of a brute as to harm a child, good sir. In fact, she might even be able to walk away from this whole affair unaware that she ever was in any danger at all if you stay compliant."

Silas opened the closet, revealing the sleeping girl wrapped in a blanket that he wouldn't recognize. 

Unbeknownst to Mr. Northington, a mushroom followed him into the tunnel, having been posted outside to keep a watch. Said mushroom walked right behind him, looking towards Silas with curiosity. 

"Now that you see she is alive and unscathed, you may leave with her in oh...let's say an hour? Why don't you take a nap as well to pass the time, hm?" And he would signal for Parasect to Spore him. Once that old man was snoozing, he would catch him and bind him with zip ties. Those pockets were frisked for a very important Basement Key, that once obtained, the villain of this story smiled a genuine smile. "Perfect. Looks like my job here is done." he shut the supply closet and walked off with a whistle.

The raid of the Radio Tower could finally begin.

"Time to make my grand escape."

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Word Count: 000 | OOC:

Aight~ Maybe one more reply needed. xD 

Note to mod: Rewards have already been given,
just closing up the quest line.

[Caramell 🍬]

The man glared at Silas as he stood there, mentally fuming inside a bed of anxiety that ate away at his senses. Silas was an Ekans coiled up inside of a sleek business suit. The charming smile oozed with venom that dripped from every syllable. Those eyes watched through a slanted gaze that aimed to strike at the right moment, coiling around their prey in efforts to squeeze every ounce of use out of them. “How do you expect me to believe you?” Mr. Northington huffed, feet clacking against the paved floor of Goldenrod’s underground tunnel. “You’ll really let us both escape in a little bit? Like that?!” He scoffed in disbelief.

Still, as soon as Silas opened the closet door and revealed the young girl, tucked tightly in her blanket, Mr. Northington’s face relaxed. The anxiety that buzzed inside of his head at a deafening roar slowed, now churning into a depressive state of understanding. She was safe. She was sound! Though that was all the father could ask for, he couldn’t fathom an easy escape for them with Silas looming overhead. Why, the other man’s stinking hot breath was practically splashing against the back of Mr. Northington’s neck! “Listen…whatever you want. It’s yours. Just… let her go. Please? She’s my world. Even if that’s a foreign concept to someone like you.” Mr. Northington snapped, the glare seething from his gaze.

Complaint was something that Mr. Northington was more than grateful to be, so long as Alexandria was able to remain unharmed. It might cost him everything but… at least she would be alright. So, when Parasect came skittering up behind, Mr. Northington’s incredulous gaze would slowly transform into a disturbed and quiet understanding. “A nap?!” Then a gasp, eyes landing on Parasect just before the large bug’s spores took effect. “…oh no! Please…mi…ster…” And just like that, Mr. Northington drifted off into a deep sleep. Silas easily pickpocketed the man, pilfering the keys with ease. As soon as he reported his success, the admins would be wasting to congratulate him with a sickening sweet, “Well done. You’re proving to be very useful to us indeed…”

Silas received the Basement Key!

The Admins congratulate him on a job well done!