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Buson remained quiet, gaze sharpened and intense. He wasn't buying it, was he? This guy's a worse liar than he is. The cover-up was pretty good, Buson might be inclined to helieve it, but all that nervous laughter and delaying preceding it killed any believability...
Eventually, he laughed, and clapped a hand on Will's shoulders.
"I was gonna say, if you're a crook, you'd have t'be a pretty stupid one, if you're gonna give away a trick that great to anyone who'll listen! In life as in gamblin', never show your hand," Buson advised, with a grin and a wink. "'Course, that's only if you were gonna go down that path... looks like you're doin' alright as you are."
Oh, it was a failure, and Will got extremely tense, almost shifting back, his eyes darting to his surroundings to see what his path out would be- -and then his new friend laughed, put a hand on his shoulder. Maybe... maybe.. still, if this guy was some off duty officer and he'd just been caught- but there was something there, surely. "Yeah, I'd make for a terrible crook, right? Who would believe somebody like me would do that, I'm actually really comfortable in my job too... Say, speaking of, are you familiar with team rocket? I heard that a batch of Pokémon were recently stolen from my work and delivered to them, and a whole patch of data went missing at the same time. Crazy right?" If that's where he recognized this man from, he hoped this was enough signal, but a part of him wasn't sure he even wanted that. The only people he regularly tried to remember from rocket were people to avoid, people with more degrees of power or influence.
Buson's eyes widened as he listened to Will praise Magneton's ability to scramble security systems. Hold on, hold on, was this guy just casually bragging about commiting crimes? But he didn't know who he was, that's why he asked, right...?
Buson glanced down at himself, suddenly feeling self-conscious and doubting he wasn't in uniform... nothing to give him away, so... either this guy had a more candid nature and looser lips than he did, or...
A scowl as he scrutinized Will. Did he catch Buson in a lie? Was he taunting him? No way this guy's really that naive, is he...? Maybe he worked in cybersecurity for some company, but...
"Your job, maybe...? What'd you say you do again?"
Not that Will said it, but maybe Buson could trick him into thinking he had.
Will noticed something change, but what? 'Kei' was giving him such a funny look, and he had to run it back in his mind. Recalling the skitty, talking about his magneton- right answer the question "Oh, I just do some janitorial work for a lab, and a side job uh... in delivery work it's something my sister really enjoys and sort of, ya know, pulled me along." delivery work, close enough to the truth, but what was that scowl- and then it hit him. "Oh! sorry, that must have sounded really weird! yeah haha who would say that.. without.. context. We, there was a... " think up a plausible cover, faster.
"There was a malfunction, at work, we got locked in and magneton's electrical interference got us out of the room!" He laughed, but it didn't reach his eyes as he watched to read if this guy bought it. Will couldn't have this guy he just met realizing he was a criminal, in team rocket no less! What if it caused a scene, a fight, was he faster than Will, would they battle?
"Kei" Will repeated, taking a second to look over his new birthday celebrant with a small nod, something was ticking at the back of his mind, but he couldn't place what. He'd have to ask his new friend where he worked, or if he was from around here. "Well.." he recalled kit back to his pokeball, as if he didn't want to say it in front of him, that he knew the Pokémon wasn't the most objectively strong. "Kit's stronger than he looks, really, actually it's sort of funny because people expect him to be more... tame, than he is, but he's not really who i train the most. Lately it's my magneton I'm working with when i come out to train. He's pretty good at what he does, he's great in a battle and he can scramble an unshielded security system in a snap, but I just don't feel like we're working together as well as we could?" a long sigh as he leans back, not even thinking about how reckless the comment could be. "It feels like with my other Pokémon, I understand what they like and want, but we don't have that, you know?" a pause, then he looked back over to Busan "By the way, are you from around here? I feel like I've seen you around, but I can't quite place it..."
"You think?"
Funny way of putting it and not very convincing...
Buson squatted, resting his arms on his thighs.
There weren't any holidays, so...
"Mind if I join you... birthday, right..?"
"Well... yeah." a smile as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly with his cake free hand. "I probably should be at home but, you know, it's such a nice day out."
It wasn't exactly a lie, but also wasn't exactly meant to be convincing, and he broke off another chunk of the cupcake, holding it out to the stranger this time instead of the skitty, earning himself a little headbutt from the Pokémon. "The names William, Will for short. I live nearby with my sister. Usually I'd come out this way to try and train but... " He gestured with the now half gone sweet. "Sometimes life give you cake."
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"... hey, buddy, contemplating icing?" Buson asked, with a teasing grin, as he leaned over William after quietly approaching.
He didn't know why he was looking forlorn with cake! But, if he was lonely, Buson would like to keep him company!
Will was so lost in his own thought he jumped nearly out of his skin, barely stopping himself from squeezing the life out of the little cake as he looked up at the man who had walked over to him.
Embarrassing.
He gave a shaky, somewhat unconfident smile and a soft laugh.
"Oh uh, it's uh." he gestured with the little sweet. "It's a celebration, I think? I think I'm celebrating." He gave a small nod as if he had just come to convince himself of it.
. A quiet day, a gentle breeze, Willam sat out in the grass under a tree outside of town. He had out with him Kit, his skitty, and a large muffin he was occasionally tearing pieces off of to share.
. It wasn't something he would have gone out to buy for himself, it was given to him at work on his break, with a little happy birthday card. He threw the card away, and he'd eat this before returning home. He told himself it was all the celebration he needed. . He was out here because he liked nature, it wasn't any kind of running away or avoidance.
. No one should look so pensive over a colorfully frosted cupcake.
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Your Final Act as a Villain
you decide to join the hero
fire surrounds you-- taller than the highest peaks of the jagged cliffs. you're on your knees, there are tear tracks down the grime on your face. you're not above pleading. you have to fix this-- you have to stop. you clutch at the hero's cape and beg them to save everything. you beg them to let you try to save everything too.
the hero refuses to kill you
you keeping screaming at them to kill you, but your hero just stands there weeping like some kind of fool. you grab onto their collar and scream, and you're probably spitting on them. how many times do you have to shake them for the sense to come flooding back? you both were so close to finally ending this a few minutes ago! now they're just crying and shaking their head and trying to hold your wrists. you're powerless! this is their chance! you collapse to your knees and sob.
“Tits are nice. Big or small. on boys or girls. soft or muscle.”
// Always remember.
Fiction is fiction is fucking fiction. RP is fiction. RP doesn’t have to reflect on someone’s mental state nor enjoyments or even desires IRL. Sure, you can gain desire through RP and even help*, but just because someone RPs something doesn’t mean they support it or even like it. RP is fiction. People write fiction. People enjoy fiction. Don’t ever think mun=muse, that the mun supports the muse’s bad sides and actions, etc, unless you know the person damn well and can honestly, truthfully say ‘Hey you must enjoy X’. In fact don’t even do that. Shut up. This is still fiction. Write whatever the hell you want** and just be respectful about it.
The most annoying thing I find is that writing murder? Everybody is fine with it. But as soon as you start writing something else, say, hard manipulation or whatever, people start freaking the fuck out (just an example idk). Murder is bad and nobody here supports it. So why would somebody support manipulation?
Yes, there are people out there that ARE bad. But never ever EVER jump to conclusions and assume somebody supports or enjoys X topic because they write it. Go out to a fucking bookshop and read the adult novels there. They’re full of all sorts of horrible things. But that’s fine, right? They’re authors or something. Which we all are too, actually! So why is it bad when we write subject X and not an author?
Mun =/= muse.
Writing is fiction.
Nobody is a bad person for writing and making stories and characters no matter how horrid the topic.
You’re an asshole if you assume somebody supports something because they write it.
* It is fine to write something to come to terms with an issue. It is also fine to use your writing as a way of helping yourself such as with anxiety.
** If you’re gonna write something controversial then be respectful about it. Tag it. Slam a big fat warning. Do what is necessary. In the end write whatever but obviously don’t expect everybody to like it, hence why you tag your shit.
Keep writing, guys, enjoy it all you want and never let somebody judge you because of fucking role play.
“It’s almost like if you go around bragging about being a certain type of criminal all the time you might.. I don’t know... encounter a consequence once in a while.” William has definitely had this fight with Elianna a dozen times before and yet she continues to just be that way.
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❝I don’t slip when it comes to knives. Drunk or not, still an expert.~❞
He was once again bragging about it. Why shouldn’t he? He was proud of his skills. He then rolled his eyes, ❝Shovin’ a safety pin in your ear you be high on my list of dumb things I’ve done. Can’t I just take you to my piercer?❞ He again didn’t want to be responsible for any kind of infections she may or may not get from that stupid idea. ❝Suppose that is a good idea, but I wouldn’t rely on your Pokemon for everythin’. There may be a point where they can’t bail you out.❞
❝Sure am.~ One of my many talents is just pure dumb luck. Though… Like I probably wouldn’t have lived through that if my Sneasel didn’t flag someone down to help me.❞ Wish he could say he remembered that event but didn’t. One minute on the ground, next in a hospital bed.
❝First one to say they are cool, so I suppose I can let you keep that.❞ He shrugged, taking another sip from the bottle. He was feeling pleasantly warm, a bit dizzy, his chattiness was only another sign of how the alcohol was affecting him. ❝Don’t want nosey people askin’ questions is all. I’m really not sure what to tell people ‘bout them. Got caught up in the wrong crowd and nearly got beat to death? What a story. Preettyy sure Houndoom was involved. Back still hurts ya know. Like fresh burns, I just learned to live with it.❞
He let out a small laugh, ❝I wouldn’t call them lame. Justa’ lost souls like me. Had nowhere to go, and so they decided to be there for each other. I don’t know, I think it’s somethin’ to admire. Still a buncha’ dumbasses.❞ He wasn’t about to just lay in the sand and get it all in his long hair, instead, he curled a leg under himself. His knife still always in reach like he was paranoid of something, ❝Annddd that’s what my other group is for~ A little order mixed into the chaos. Nice balance.❞
❝ Sometimes I wish I had your chance of a quiet life. No worries. No one comin’ after ya. Thought ‘bout openin’ a little flower shop or somethin’.” He shook his head, sloshing the bottle around just to check how much was left,
❝As the sayin’ goes; once a criminal, always a criminal.❞
He was a bit surprised at how forward she was being about her life story. He was a total stranger and she was telling him everything. Alcohol really seemed to give you loose lips.
❝That ah-❞ He stopped right there, eyes wide in shock like he had just been shot in the chest. Just hearing that group’s name made his ears ring uncomfortably. Deep breath… Don’t lose your temper. She was only a little girl. Even still his hand was ever so subtly over his knife. He didn’t make any sudden moves to alert her to that. ❝Ahaha, that’s not somethin’ to joke ‘bout there, Missy.❞ A joke. Had to be a joke. Some rebel that didn’t know what she was saying. Just the alcohol… He swallowed a bit, mouth suddenly very dry,
❝Cuz’ if you aren’t jokin’ we’re about to have a problem… See Team Rocket mighta’ been involved in nearly killin’ me, and I’m not a forgiven’ person.❞Oh how the tone changed. It was thick, and worse than when he had the knife on her. This wasn’t playful seriousness.
He wasn’t playing.
His eyes remained locked on her, the bottle now forgotten and dug into the sand to stay up right.
❝A joke, right?❞
“Alcohol takes most of what skills I have, ‘cept being charming. You’re really something.” It was half a joke to her personality, she knew she had a tendency to be a bit prickly. Still, it felt easier to actually enjoy people and strangers with a few drinks in her, she could almost just actually like people. “Houndoom really are awesome, Can’t wait for mine to evolve... you can get a real enemy for life, make people remember you.” A thought that should have stayed in, she didn’t catch that it was insensitive. “That type of luck of yours is better than anything, ‘cause you got to live, yeah? that and a close relationship with your Pokémon, better than any skill you got ‘cause it kept you in the fight.” She had no problem continuing from her flask. She was reaching her limit on alcohol, and her guard was completely down as she listened to him talk about team skull. “Just a rag tag group of morons supporting each other, huh?” They probably formed for the same type of reason she actually joined Team Rocket, despite how different the groups were. She didn’t catch the reason right away for why he seemed startled by her admission and history. Her guard was down, she had been one step too trusting. Why would she be joking about it? and then it clicked Should she prepare to defend herself? Could she get out of this? would her houndour be the right choice, or would that make it worse? Could she win a fight without having the upper hand, without surprising him? Her normal reaction would be to run, but could she outrun him in the state she was in? Despite her talk of bashing in the head of someone who deserved it, she had accidentally made herself that person, hadn’t she? “If it wasn’t a joke... It’s not like I was part of it...” if he was an enemy of team rocket, he was her enemy, right? The night probably had to end, didn’t it? Even if he decided he was fine with her, was she allowed to be okay with him? “a joke...” She didn’t think he would believe her, she didn’t know how to escape or deescalate the situation. “I’ll tell you it’s a joke if it’s the only thing that lets me not ckoke on my own blood and bleed out in the sand...Don’t think I can outrun you, or beat you in a fight. I don’t have your kind of dumb luck, so, if you leave me for dead i’ll probably stay that way and... “ Actually denouncing Team Rocket wasn’t on the table, she couldn’t sincerely pretend that, if push came to shove she’d get more bold about it, not back off. “I’ve lived my life, you’ve lived yours... what happened to you... ‘s not my fault.” She was afraid the curiosity and excitement of how he’d deployed his skills before now filled her with anxiety, her whole posture was tense. The fear and alcohol would make her lash out if pushed, be bold and stupid, declare herself for rocket and blame him for his own maiming, it wouldn’t be pretty.
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“Gonna play DDR or start a fight and no one’s gonna stop me.” Maybe that last espresso was too much.
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An idle clicking of the mouse was the only sound in the room. Repeatedly, loudly…
Totally immersed in her thoughts and eyes focused on the display, the Executive didn’t even notice the dim light from the hallway entering her office as the person on the other side opened the door Until they spoke.
An unfamiliar soft voice finally caught her attention when it was almost finishing talking, making Melinoë to look away from the computer and blink a couple of times to get used to the lighting and focus on the grunt. Weird; grunts usually don’t come to her with paperwork unless told and sent by the rest of the executives -and even so, she rarely sees them anyways-, so an eyebrow rose in suspicion of the guy’s intentions.
Although there was something she’s recognized before in another member. Could it be his posture and attitude? Ah, well known as she being someone who uses to behave like that most of the time.
And the fact that he seemed to have been sent by someone else…
❝Who was lazy enough to send you here?❞ Melinoë asked as she stood up, flattened her uniform and walked towards him. Standing in front of the tall -and ironically, intimidating- figure as they remained silent, she eyed his features for a moment, studying his familiarity with someone else before snatching the bunch of papers he was anxiously holding – not to be seen as rude, but to reaffirm her authority despite the physical differences between both. Then, giving it a quick glance she could notice a few finger marks on the back, and a couple of pages a bit folded. Maybe too much.
❝Lucky you these aren’t important, you know?❞ Mel joked a bit, walking back to her desk and tossing the reports. ❝It would have been a shame if you knew things you really wouldn’t want to, right?❞
“I was sent here by uh... the agent I usually report to, ma’am. I hope I’m not intruding or wasting your time.” He wanted to answer right away, wanted to be respectful and clear about his purpose. He looked the executive over when she stood. She was much shorter than him, but he still found himself intimidated. The place was unfamiliar to him, he had intruded on her in her office, she held huge amounts of power within rocket, and obviously had much more knowledge and experience than him to have her position. It didn’t help that she was quite attractive either.
The way she took the reports from him kept him quiet. What was right to say here? he wanted to know, he needed answers, but the question caught in his throat for a moment. “I don’t want to know anything that would get me in trouble, but... Is what I’ve been doing useful? Is this worth anything? Should I be focused on... something else?” He took a step back toward the door, now with nothing to hold on to he held his own hand behind his back, still trying to stand tall and confident, as if the feeling of being in Rocket wasn’t like the building was pushing down on his soul. “I think my sister might say as long as I want to be useful to rocket and put in the effort, that’s what’s important but... I don’t want to be doing something unless it’s worth the risk, Ma’am”
