Admin Fox
He/Him
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May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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POSTED ON Nov 1, 2023 10:35:41 GMT
"What's more important? OVERDRAFT FEES!" Howard shouted as he mashed at the RotoTV remote with a passion never seen in Sootopolis before. "The Rustboro Credit Union's overdraft fees are RIDICULOUS! I was already in the single digits when I stepped through the door! What do you th-"
Howard turned.
He saw Cillian.
His soul died.
Sorry. I'm very sorry, uh, Mr. Quinn. Sir. I'mgonnagonowBYEEEEEEEE!"
Howard Slayte was gone remarkably fast. It was incredibly impressive to see someone apologize ten times in three seconds. It was an art form that only appeared in the most gruesome of Team Rocket torture methods: being locked in a room with Cillian Quinn. It was comical, watching the man's expression as he turned to see the legendary Cillian staring at him with the same expression that one had when getting the wrong dish from a restaurant.
When faced with such an expression, Howard did the smartest move. He bolted like a Raikou huffing shoe polish.
As Howard scrambled across the living room towards the exit, he dodged everything that came in his way. Dogs, carpets, feral Eeveelutions. His Aerodactyl returned to her ball instantly as he booked it. Howard reached the door. Relaxing, Howard opened the door.
It was locked.
About fourteen times.
"Arceus, I swear..." Howard breathed as he started with the first bolt. His hands were slick with sweat as he attempted to dislodge Cillian's security. Howard was an experienced ruin hunter, he had broken into ruins with nothing but a napkin and a packet of sweetener, but this was something else entirely. This wasn't a ruin. This was his boss's house.
The boss with the Lugia. The boss who could cut his pay. Howard didn't know which was more terrifying.
"C'mon, c'mon... What sort of paranoid mobster has FOUR hatch locks?" Howard muttered to himself as he fumbled with a twelve-digit combination lock, which he began to pick with the tip of a pen he kept in his pocket. Watching the archaeologist work was a marvel, given he broke the lock in three seconds. Howard turned back to watch Cillian glare at him. His blood froze. No, that wasn't Cillian's face staring back at him.
It was Zev Harcourt 's. He remembered the night with the black crystals and murder.
His hands worked faster. Finally, he was left with the final lock: a knob.
Howard turned it, opened the door, and ran down the road, screaming into the distance. Hopefully he would be okay.
Meanwhile, the RotoTV blared at Temp and Cillian. FAILURE TO PROCESS TRANSACTION. A 100 PD OVERCHARGE FEE WILL BE SENT TO THE ATTACHED BILLING ADDRESS. OVERCHARGE FEE CANNOT BE PAID IN TWELVE INSTALLMENTS DUE TO LACK OF FUNDS. ANOTHER OVERCHARGE FEE WILL BE CHARGED.
Cillian Quinn Tempest Quinn
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