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At the tone, Chu-e just chuckled, grinned wider. "Cute." And then he jerked his head, glanced over at Prince, the Gardevoir taking the hint and stepping forward as well. There wasn't any fun if he didn't get any action and playing dirty was just as interesting.

The old bird seemed almost confused at first, more agitated than anything before he realized that this wasn't just a punk wild pokemon or a foolish human looking to help him as many had before. This was a challenge, a battle, and it looked like he was outnumbered and outmaneuvered.

The pokemon was mostly focused on the Camerupt since it was in front of him. It carefully dropped reached into its sack and pulled out a nicely wrapped present, which was tossed at the camel pokemon.

The present had little more than left the Delibird's hands when it was lifted up, a Psychic used on the pokemon, only for it to be slammed back into the ground, hard, on the rubble and rocks.

"You're not squeamish, are you?" Chu-e knew very well that this one shouldn't be. While he didn't know a lot about him he knew he was one of the personal attack dogs of the boss. From his tone earlier, a spoiled mutt getting out of line.

"Then kill it. Not with your pokemon, either. We've got its number. Finish the job with your own two hands."

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Abner Armstrong
you can choose what's in the present and ofc control the delibird, too!

i'm sorry chu-e is like this

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Chu-e huffed, pouted, but walked over and picked up one of the wrapped presents for himself. Inside was one of those puzzle cubes, which he clicked his tongue at but idly started to twist and work in his hands.

"Lame. Did you really feel bad enough for it you had to put it to sleep first? I've heard shit about you. Wanted to see it in action. Guess those stories were exaggerated." Which Chu-e raised a brow at, shrugged. Baiting the other in his own way.

"These were probably for some little town along the way." Pausing, Chu-e started to grin again. He dropped the cube back into the box, solved now, and closed it back up. "I got some time to kill. Wanna deliver these and get in the good graces of a few people?" While keeping the money for themselves, of course. But, it never hurt to put in a little good publicity. They couldn't just say they were Rocket outright, but if these people saw him or Abner again on the news of something, tongues would wag. 'Those were the nice boys who gave our poor town presents, could they really be that bad?' It was simple, stupid shit like that that could get a whole town being Rocket-friendly if they played it right.

The more he thought about it, the more excited Chu-e got. Rummaging in the bag he pulled out a pair of Santa hats and pulled one on his head and offered the other to Abner.

"Prince, dispose of the body. Abner, let's be Santa."

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Abner Armstrong
if they have more threads together maybe he can be ugly more often >:u

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Something tickled at the back of his mind, a hunch about the other, but Chu-e couldn't really place it. So he was quiet as they walked, recognizing the threat but not particularly intimidated. It wasn't until they were in town that it clicked, a wicked grin snarling over his face when Abner 'saluted' him before they parted.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" But Chu-e provided no more answers than that, choosing to take his part of the presents and make his way to his side of the town. Divide and conquer and all that. Most Rockets didn't know him by his real name so he couldn't blame Abner, not really, but this was as irritating in it's own way as it was amusing. Maybe the other couldn't connect Rocket's 'Sluagh' to him; not that he blamed him on that, either. He was shorter and much less impressive in person than most expected. But that was also kind of the point. It was easier to plant bombs and blow up buildings if no one suspected you of it.

But, for now, he focused on the kids and parents who opened the doors. Chu-e would do his best to smile sweetly at them, give them saccharine words and honeyed promises before moving to the next home. It was kind of cute, in a way, to see how happy the smaller children were when opening their things. It brought up a few hazy memories of his own childhood, better ones, but soon enough his bag was empty and he moved back to the entrance of town to wait on his partner.

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Abner Armstrong
<3

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"Most people who get close enough to get a good look at me end up in a pool of their own blood. Count yourself lucky." Chu-e winked at the other, smirking again now that it seemed Abner had finally figured out which side his bread should be buttered on. He didn't mean it as a threat as much as it actually was one; he was teasing but the line had also been drawn for the time being.

Chu-e took out a phone, one of the cheap blacks one all Rockets were given to keep in contact with one another. He had the privilege of not having his line connected with the Grunts or other lower ranks so no one could bother him needlessly or try to do something stupid, like turn him in. He sent a message quick, one that Abner would receive eventually he was sure, before tucking it away. A way to contact Chu-e again if he desired.

"Today was fun. I'll be in contact if I need you again." Chu-e paused then, tilted his head, rolled his lip between his teeth before nodding to himself. "Something big's coming soon. You have talent, unlike most of the faceless fodder. Put it to good use."

And with that, Chu-e gave a half assed little salute and vanished, Teleported by his Gardevoir so he could move on to bigger pastures.

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Abner Armstrong
exit thread and then we can turn it in for cash >:u

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