#frigidlord

@kingsthunder & @frigidlord

@frigidlord​​  asked: "Ah, Detective Tsukauchi. I was hoping I'd run into you."

For all the time that Naomasa had spent in the region, he could say that he’d seen frightfully little of it. His visits to Unova were always so short-lived, carving out the time to come see his sister between her studies, only to rush right back off again. Her to her courses and obligations with friends, him to his missions and obligations with work.

As it were, strolling down the streets of Castelia with a latte in hand and a buzzing phone in the other, he had a tad more time to look around. Updated orders falling in line, reminders of who to talk to or what information to seek. A proposal that if he were going to be over here on leisure, then he may as well lend a helping hand to his fellow agents.

Truthfully, he didn’t mind the excuse to stick around for a few days longer. Though rounding the street corner, bumping into an unfamiliar man with an all-too familiar name on his tongue . . . the detective plastered on a smile, best as could be managed.

Best not to be rude (and especially not to an elder) no matter what the case may be. There were just as many innocuous explanations as concerning ones—an acquaintance of Makoto’s, perhaps, or a contact that the office forgot to let him know about.

It’d hardly be the first time that either had left him in the dark on an important issue.

ghetsis: rolls up on hoenn

steven:  hey nice to meet you who’s that behind you

ghetsis: that’s my undead army

"You know, I'd be happy to leave you with some shattered bones, but I have a feeling that won't deter you from being an insufferable nuisance. And unfortunately, your death would attract more attention than you're worth. Unlike your grunts who could simply disappear without anyone batting an eye. Aside from you, I suppose."

... ...hm. Okay.

“Lemme be serious for one second.

I don’t give a damn if ya mess with me. Insult me, break my bones, whatever. I can take it.

Glares at you... >:/