Saphira

It's funny because of his silly little "Pulse" badge. Although not entirely accurate- "The good doctor" isn't dead, but there won't be anymore Pulse Badges around here for a while even after the little hiatus. Wanna know why? I hope so, because I want to tell you. I would love to just write out a list of his countless little offenses- and trust me, one of them in particular is very little (and very offensive), however I am, regrettably, under a vow of tacit silence as a witness in the legal system (because politicians are sympathetic to creeps- I wonder why?) and therefore cannot list with any due certainty specifics regarding the case. What I can say is what has already been made known- You will all be needing a new Electric leader. The old one's broken. Not nearly as broken as I would like but- again, legal issues. Details. The older challengers may remember the vow I made when I first joined this league. I had intended to be very vocal about it, but that quickly backfired in a number of ways. I resigned to a temporarily compliant status as I watched over my sisters from here and continued working to pin him down. If there is one thing I can say for Sigmund, he's good at loopholes. I'll have to hope that this strength fails him when it comes to trial, but I believe that the truth will prevail- and if it does not, I will tear the lies straight off of his face, skin and all. That said, the aforementioned court date is almost a year away- because God forbid the American legal system do anything in a practical frame of time. I am content, however, with them finally having agreed to arrest his custody of the orphanage while the details are sorted out. I trust that the combined testimonies of myself, my sisters, and the twins- not to mention the other children- will be enough to incriminate him if the judge is not so deaf to hear it. However, nothing is set in stone yet, so I dare not count my chickens slaughtered. Our Gardevoir asked that I relate this to the public eye, and since there is no longer any dissenting voice I have to fear prying about my communications needlessly, I am all too happy to accept. Better that all his acquaintances know the filth in how the "Doctor" conducts himself. Though I cannot describe it kindly enough for the rules of even this community to allow. That is a blank that I'll allow your own imaginations to fill in. Gardevoir also asks me to report the status of our other leaders. Charlotte will be living with me, if anyone in the legal system has an ounce of sense. Paperwork and tired, bald-headed paralegals stand in the way so far, so until all is cleared, she will be remaining at the orphanage with Anna and Noel. The orphanage, however, will be granted a new caretaker. I don't think he's been selected yet; Charlotte tells me of the brutish police chief who's managed them for the past week while that's being worked out. He sounds like a pig, and slightly abusive- but it's hard to get any worse than a Doctor who cares more about scientific journals than if the wires he's got wrapped around a child's neck are going to cause her brain damage or not (See, I'm legally allowed to say that because it is only a rhetorical example. Any connections you may draw from that sentence to an individual this community is well acquainted with are purely imagined- and accurate.) Although I can attribute no particular utility to any members of the community in the scourge of this white-coated vermin, I will appreciate any sympathy you have for my sisters and the twins. Though the worst of it is over, we are not, so to speak, out of the woods yet. And I will see him executed.