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1) She’s good. She’s very good. Very few of his criminal rivals ever actually earn Giovanni’s genuine respect, but she has without question. In terms of what the Rocket Boss sees as a portrait of a true leader and criminal, Lusamine very much colors inside the lines. Thus, he speaks to her with reservation and caution. If he sees himself as a King, she carries himself as a Queen would. Thus, she demands a real audience from the Capo himself. 

2) Lusamine does something that throws Giovanni slightly off guard when they meet–Giovanni tends to keep a grounded, strong stance, but Lusamine strides through the room with a smile on her face and with a graceful pattern of steps. The way she moves seems choreographed and meticulous, and while it’s pretty sight, it bothers Giovanni. He’s accustomed to meeting Yakuza and brutish gangsters who you have to keep your eyes trained on and your body ready to counter attack a moment’s notice. But Lusamine’s dance-like movements has Giovanni’s feet constantly shifting to keep his stance forward to her instinctively. The trained nervousness buzzes in the back of Giovanni’s mind that he might be found without a strong stance when he shifts. It puts him on edge. Lusamine has noticed. She doesn’t stop. 

3) When he brings company, they almost always hate Lusamine, especially @rebelracket . Clarissa can’t shake her distrust and hatred of ‘aristocratic’ types, and she’s almost always sweating and gritting her teeth whenever Lusamine speaks. Archer doesn’t play her game, and Lusamine hates him for it. Ariana would fight her at the drop of a hat, because Lusamine will be a tad bit more charming toward Giovanni to make Ariana increasingly uncomfortable. Proton finds Aether’s stuffy atmosphere claustrophobic. Only Petrel seems content enough around Aether and Lusamine, perhaps because he actually appreciates a good facade. 

this world is a cold one, but it takes one to know one.

“field work is a bitch, isn’t it.”

it doesn’t really matter how good you get - sometimes what it takes is the slip of a finger to blow you and all your parts sky high. they both had this built into their bones, because they knew guys who didn’t, and what happened to them. someone loses a hand or part of a foot or worse, fucking around with arbok acid and proton catches clarissa’s eye over the carnage. field work is a bitch, isn’t it. they’re not in rocket anymore, but some things just don’t shake loose.

this explosion rips through the pokemart and into the ground floor of the next building, sending the windows and shelves of mangled products shattering outwards into the street. proton’s not at the center of the blast, but still well within the radius when it goes off two minutes ahead of schedule. they’re like clock work together now, so as he throws himself low and pulls the back of his jacket up to shield himself, he knows that clarissa’s dead. her finger slipped. or maybe, she just got tired of running wild on the wire, and she saw a way out, and took it. 

when proton straightens up, shards of glass slip off his back. a few are embedded into the exposed back of his hands, and there’s cement dust coating his skin and hair. he glances toward the wreckage of the pokemart, dips his head to one side and gives it a little shake, as if to dislodge the ringing in his ears. it’ll pass, and in its place, there will be quiet. 

he turns on his heel, shakes out his limbs, buzzing with adrenaline, and walks away, slowly, even as sirens begin to converge to the site of the explosion. he keeps replaying that split second before the accelerant went up, trying to imagine it through clarissa’s eyes. if she made a mistake, or a choice, and had just enough time to recognize it for what it was. 

Get a load of that boy!

Nothing drew Barry’s attention like a drippy, goopy slimeball of a Pokemon. Wooper? Quagsire? Ditto? All great. Goomy, though. Goomy were something else.

☼ Unpopular opinion meme – ACCEPTING

“You are lucky i’m put in this position. I never show all my cards, especially not to Clarissa. It is necessary she believes what I design for her to believe.

“She is volatile, broken beyond repair, hedonistic, violent, and arrogant. Clarissa Rennard is, by many definitions, grunt material, with all the negative context of expend-ability and unreliability. The Executives refused to train her because she is, by all traditional definitions, a lost cause.

“That said…Clarissa Rennard has something in her eyes that has waned in my soul, the very thing that I have molded and adapted into the ignition of rabble into Rocket. In her is a spirit of rebellion. Anger. Rage. The inability to compromise. The only ultimatum she will accept is freedom or death. And left to her own devices that choice has been made very clear in the form of unrelenting self destruction, which is useless to me. But with my help…

“I see in that girl strength. Real strength, the kind that is only made by survival. And conflict. And sorrow. And loss. 

“By hunger. 

“Yet she lacks any ambition to lead. She does not desire to usurp me, nor does she does she want to be an Executive. Her second trait, loyalty, can also not be found or made. Despite all the things I just said, Clarissa Rennard would fight a Tyrantrum with her bare hands and a mouth full of venom if she thought I was in danger. Because despite all these traits, which can be found in others, she still desires a family. My family. A…

“…A father. 

“…And much to my chagrin, I find myself playing my part more with her than with anyone else. I lost my son. He hates me. Clarissa looks at me through small tears and pained looks of betrayal when I hurt her even worse, and she looks at me with love. I cannot break her of it. God knows I have tried. But God does not lend an ear to people like us. God did not listen to Clarissa, in her youth, between her abuses. God did not listen to me. 

you’re not around to witness rennard get beaten into shape – just what comes after. (companion to this.)

examine.

once the radio tower goes to shit, you’re beyond livid; you’ve got a rage that turns outward into a physical force that almost makes you tremble, almost makes you laugh. so you spit on them all, and explode through the interpol cordon and away into the night. 

what happens in between isn’t what’s important; what’s important is the boss, well, he’s always had a particular way with words, and a particular way with finding people who don’t want to be found, even someone as good in the field as you are. and he brings you back; it takes some time and some blood, but he doesn’t put a bullet in your head, the way you thought he would. 

you haven’t decided if you hate him for that, but whatever the case, it catches you off guard, and both you and he know that’s enough to hook you. for the time being.

you don’t see rennard again until a month into your uh, ‘reeducation.’ the base you’ve been sent to is unfamiliar, out on one of the less populated islands along kanto’s coast, and that alone has your teeth on edge. some privileged little agent favorite is to babysit you for this stretch. you’re not looking forward to it. 

she meets you just outside. and there’s a moment when you almost recognize her. and then you don’t. 

see, you’ve always had a keen eye for discrepancies. it’s part of what makes you so goddamn good. not that you really need it now, because this? this ekans already jumped up and bit you.

so sure, she’s wearing the same bones, the same skin, the same nose and the same mouth. but everything’s been shifted a little to the left. the cut of her uniform’s changed; it’s cleaner, nicer fabric. her hair’s been pulled back, opening up her face and neck. the hat’s gone. her head sits more straight, her spine is stacked all nice and neat. and the more you look, the deeper it goes. the flat line of her lips. the equally flat line of her brows. and her eyes. those aren’t the same at all. not even close. 

for a minute, the pair of you stare into each other. and as you do, you notice that she notices you, notices you seeing her. whoever the fuck she is. 

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