#toxictechnique

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. 

“…………….” Why was Morty giving Kyo that look? Was it because he was in the Bell Tower? Surely, Morty could not determine who couldn’t belong where, since the Tower was a museum of sorts. In fact, visiting the tower was encouraged! Unfortunately, the ninja’s schedule did not allow for him to visit during normal operating hours. He simply took it upon himself to visit on a time that no one else was around, that’s all~ And, well, pick the locks…and practically break in. Maybe that was why he looked angry! 

“Mind explaining how you got past the monks? Very select few are allowed in this tower.”

Morty asked, as he kept tapping his foot on the floor- his arms were crossed over as well. Despite being a fellow League colleague- it was easy to tell how displeased he was for fidning Kyo in there.

{Oh without a doubt.  Archer’s biological mother is almost completely 180 degrees in the other direction in terms of personality and mannerisms from the Mrs. Apollo.  Arisa-- the woman who gave birth to him-- was very weak-willed and impulsive, allowing her addictions and abusive boyfriends to rule her life.  I think if she had made the decision to keep her son, however, she would have eventually moved on from the darker aspects of her life and try to raise her baby to the best of her ability.

{When she was reunited with Archer some ten or twelve years after giving him up, she was eager to be part of his life and dote on him in her own way.  She was proud of who he had thus-far grown up to be and although she regretted giving him up, she knew he wouldn’t have had the kind of life he’d lead so far if she’d kept him.  Archer would have grown up in a dirty, dingy, likely only one-room flat with his biological mother, with nothing to his name but an unknown father and his mother’s shame, but he’d have been very fiercely loved and supported.

{Public school would have been a nightmare for him, even if his misanthropic nature hadn’t developed despite the change in home life.  He likely would have felt bored and unchallenged and either blown school off entirely or never realized his full potential.  I think a lot of his direction would depend on whether his arrogance and sadistic side are an inherent part of him or a product of his upbringing in the Apollo house.

Currently, Rocket has become so big that most of its errands are self contained. It’s too easy to intercept something he gets from an outside source so for safety’s sake, it’s better to brew his coffee and have his food made for him on site. Likewise, Giovanni has special tailors for his clothing. Giovanni and his executives don’t just wear finery, they’re very special in every way. I went over this in an inventory check meme about the intricacies of his handkerchief alone. Being the most powerful criminal lord in the world has its risks.

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