Ji-Hoon Ki
they/he
twenty seven
june fifteenth
solaceon, sinnoh
queer
intel
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words drip like honey dear how sweet it is to hear
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Chu-e Choi
"Well, I guess I'm still technically married to one." That probably wouldn't be an issue to clear up, though. "Other than that.... No, I guess? I mean, there's a good chance some of my old 'coworkers' are still kicking but they would all think I'm dead. They also probably all scattered like roaches, so I don't know if they're alive, too." He wrinkled his nose like he smelled something nasty just talking about it. "Blackwell mostly just didn't like me. If he knew I was a double agent, who's to say he even told anyone? Like... imagine the shit storm if you found out, say, one of the Elite Four, or the Champion, or, hell, one of the Council was a Rocket all along. Especially if the public found out."
It would be a media circus. One wrong word and the whole region would be at the League's throats. Something like that would have killed moral in Rocket, too. Not that it had mattered in the end, he guessed.
"The ones In Kanto wouldn't give a shit unless I was there. The ones here," And he had no doubt that Rocket was still slithering in the dark like snakes, their leader being dead or not, "well, I can handle myself." He sighed and frowned. "I might have been doing it for a good cause, but don't forget I've done really fucked up shit." Ah, this was effecting his high.
"You know, I met a kid on my way to Fortree." A sigh, softly, and Chu-e glanced up at the ceiling, eyes far away. His finger found it's way to one of his longer strands of hair, twirling it lightly. "Name was... Hideo? He was, like, nine or ten, I think. Blind. I fed him lunch. We talked a lot."
"And, like... I think I would go back. To Rocket. As a spy. Reyes doesn't think I could handle it, like, mentally. But that kid only wanted to be able to have a nice life growing up. And I think about him, and other kids like him, and what happened in Kanto... I want to keep pushing. Then you talk about settling down and I know I'm not as good as I used to be, too. Is it wrong I still wanna push? Do you think?"
This was getting heavier than he had anticipated.
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