The man with 1000 faces

[/He’s been out of commission actually very long and has been moving from cave to cave and keeping himself out of sight after the incident that almost completely destroyed Hoenn. vvhatever details of dying and the like sshhhh.]

[ omg Maxie you gross old coot, get an apartment or something. 'Wallace' scoffs. ]

[ It's been a long while since Brodie saw Wallace, an even longer one since he tried to slip under his skin; but he assumes the same holds true for Maxie, which is why he's not worried. He crosses his arms and cocks his head, nose in the air, an expression of distaste on his powdered face. ]

[/Of course he was the child who took down Team Flare. He’s got a great team of Pokemon and a charming little smile too.] 

Heh. Thanks, I'm quite fond of it. [ That's why he picked it, after all. As it happens, Brodie is just the most convenient of his aliases; he's never told anyone his real name. He grins and pushes his hair back behind his ears. ] 

[/Oh. He’s a hero now? This is fantastic and he can’t help the huge smile on his face.]

[ Clearly the flattery is right on target; the boy grins like an idiot, and Brodie's own (friendly and unassuming) smile widens as well as he lets go of his hand. He'd heard plenty about the boy who was responsible for Team Flare's demise over in Kalos, but didn't expect this open book personality. It can't hurt to familiarise himself with the young trainer, though. ]

+2 new followers

With all things considered, there were many times that Mack had played with the thought of contacting Brodie as this plan that he had taken shape inside his head. He had heard about what he had decided to become after Magma had dissolved and even while it was still alive, he had proven himself useful enough to the team. However there was something about him that honestly kept Mack from trusting him completely. Realistically the only people he really trusted was Tabitha and Maxie, and Maxie was dead. It wasn’t that he did consider him a friend, it was just that if he was serious about everything that he had planned, he’d need someone that he could count on in order for it to really work. Mack didn’t really think that Brodie was the kind of person he could trust with that kind of responsibility especially after he disappeared once Magma dissolved. He saw Tabitha’s and Brodie’s relationship, he knew how Tabitha felt about him, or at least he assumed he knew. He knew that it would probably be a bad idea to bring them back together to work in the same group again. Even now when Mack saw what Tabitha had made of himself in Unova, his relationship with Cheren. It was as if his friend had gotten a chance to start over and Mack honestly asked himself if he really wanted to ruin that for him.

Accusations and expletives, Brodie'd been prepared for; shouting or icy rejection both would have been fine; he hadn't really expected joy or affection, even if somewhere deep down he'd been hoping for it. But even outright violence he would have had some inkling of how to deal with. It didn't look as though today would be a day for following expectations, though; at the door wasn't just one familiar face but two, with none other than Mack in Tabitha's tow. And what passed over Tabitha's face - before Brodie had time to so much as smile and get to his feet - was nothing less than absolute dread, and then he was gone.

[It was probably because Jon had recently met Tabitha, but he couldn’t help being reminded of the guy when Brodie scrutinized him. He started a little when Brodie took his hand. He wasn’t used to shaking hands, and… when was the last time he had, anyway?]

[ Jon opens his mouth to continue and Brodie waits, head cocked to the side, a friendly half-grin on his face; the grin only widens as he realises Jon has nothing else to say, and he looks down, shaking his head and chuckling slightly as he shoves his hands into his pockets. It looks like this one might need a little bit of help. ]

13 people started following you.

[Jon grins uneasily, trying to look friendly but remembering how meeting strangers had gone lately. He was still a little creeped out by Tabitha.]

[ Brodie looks the man up and down, the corner of his mouth quirked in an appraising and muted little smile; then, apparently coming to some sort of conclusion, he nods, grins more widely and reaches out to clasp Jon's hand in his own, shaking it firmly. ]