the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
deep blue [m]
POSTED ON Apr 1, 2021 22:46:16 GMT
Gavin only smiles wider at Rowan Wrynn's indignant expression. He'd stepped into a trap, and now he was well aware of it.
"You're of more use to me alive than dead," he elaborates, as casually as if they were chatting about the weather. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely could kill you if I wanted to, but where's the fun in that?"
The smile turns almost sad, wistful, as Rowan admits Hoenn to be his only, desperate chance. Now that was a shame.
"See, the League's in talks with Galar. Got their help during the war, and all that. Galar wants you, the League'll hand you over on a silver platter if they think it'll be to their political benefit." Whether or not that was true mattered little to Gavin in that moment; it was believable enough to run with, knowing the history between the regions. "I'm afraid I can't help you," and he pauses, deliberately, savoring the drama of it all, "but I have friends who can. For a price."
Given the conversation thus far, Gavin's price is fairly clear.
"You've got to really want it, though. This is, ah... let's call it a one-way street." He wonders, then, how much Rowan has heard about Team Rocket since arriving in Hoenn. "Don't get me wrong: this isn't blackmail. Not our style. You want to leave, be my guest." He steps aside, then, reveals the yawning darkness from whence they'd come. "But if you breathe a word to the League, well... it wouldn't be personal, but..."
His smile is sharp, deadly.
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