selective rp blog for the International Police OC “Nobhdy” in Pokemon | follows from “ picavecalyx ”

Flat tone. The way they spoke at him rather than to him; this wasn’t a conversation to be shared between two individuals, this was a confrontation and they were in control. That sinking feeling in his chest soon turned to his heart dropping deep into the pits of his stomach when they finally asked their question. 

They didn’t want a little favour of him— no request to see if there was time in their schedules to spend time together nor an offer to share goods in fine company. This wasn’t going to be a little problem they could resolve and come to an understanding with a quick comment or light-hearted remark: he was being interogated.

Him alone. Emmet was not hear to take charge of the situation and vehemently protest the intrusion of their privacy. John was not here to at least give him a sense of ease even if he could not intervene. The only two people he had for support were not present; and for as much as he liked a particular third detective ( given his luck of befriending those he should avoid ) this was not a conversation he wished for him to witness. It had been a struggle to explain himself to the other without him reporting back to interpol Ingo had been found, ensuring he was given the benefit of the doubt. 

One wrong word; one contradicting statement and everything would all come crumbling down.

Blood drained from already pasty skin, the light glow disappearing from his cheek. Ingo was almost certain his heart had ceased pumping as typical warmth that exuded from his body had left, leaving his fingertips like icicles. Many things had terrified him in the last year of his life, experiencing an array of events that had left him sick to his stomach, but this was where his true fear lay: confrontation with no escape.

Piercing silver eyes finally blinked and then he shook his head, hand reaching as if to grab the brim of a hat that was not there before returning to his side as he realised his small blunder.

‘ I’m unfamiliar with this missing man. I doubt I can be of much help, but I will answer to the best of my ability, ’ he replied, managing to keep a steady voice yet it lacked a certain warm intonation it usually carried.

      Nobhdy remained quiet as they waited for some sort of reply. Even if their voice remained silent--their body still--their gaze bore into them. Every feature entering their mind, being analyzed by the moment. Each paling of the cheek, each eye movement, each blink, each breath; all taken in to decide their next move.

      People never did make the correct decision when confronted on matters they wished to keep secrets. In a way, the operative hardly saw Ingo as a person anymore, he was an asset, an asset of an organization, a liability to the public.

      A threat. An inconvenience.

      If Ingo was an actual threat, they would have called for others--even if they knew someone was always listening, at least that was the impression. The panopticon of their collar a reminder of who--or rather what--they were. Of who they belonged to, of their purpose. A machine didn’t lose. If a machine failed--it had two choices. To be upgraded or to be scrapped and replaced.

      Sadly, their steel heart could not afford to be replaced.

      A gloved hand moved from their side to a pocket of their coat, removing a folded picture, within it was but an imagine of the two subway bosses--both whom were placed under suspicion, even if one was supposed to be dead. Seemed ghosts were far more physical than they would prefer to be. 

      “ i don’t care to be lied to. i am already aware of who you are, i need only for you to confirm it. ”

      The operative had yet to unfold the picture, as if implication alone was enough to pull out some sort of reaction. The pokeballs at their side seemed to vibrate--specifically Magearna’s. She, connected to their steel heart, felt the internal turmoil of the duality. Seeking only to quell it.

      They carried to cigar, no cigarette, no friendly bottle or dish to share. Their physic was straight-backed and unbreaking. Blinks seemed calculated and gaze as piercing as an arrow through one’s throw. It really was a shame in their eyes, though a shame that they had no choice but to commit to. Enjoyment was secondhand, it was less important--the priority would always be the command placed over their eyes. 

      The blind talonflame had no choice but to follow the commands of their trainer, for it may feed them, it might make them. There was no leniency for extras, especially not ones so attempting to hide beneath an identity that may not even exist.

      Not anymore.

      “ ingo. ”

      The name came almost robotic, as if they were a record, playing back the word, indifferent and without a single fluctuation of tone. Lies, lies were something that Ouutis found them-self privy to, of course they were required at times, it was simply apart of the job. Their identity had become nothing more than what their higher ups wished them to be.

      Sadly, they could not be Ouutis today, they couldn’t be anybody. Nobhdy looked off briefly, purple irises nothing but deathly as they began to speak.

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