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Gwyar Wledig
Agents [Dahlia/Closed]
POSTED ON Nov 17, 2021 15:08:03 GMT
Agents
Hopefully this does end as a gossip piece in HNN. [player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/850907874325823529/873390743643906138/Rainy_Day_Cafe.mp3[/player]
"Understood." He said, nodding sharply. "I appreciate your concern. I'll be sure to heed your words."
Regardless of his experience, Team Rocket was its own kind of beast. He couldn't let self confidence turn to reckless arrogance. His spirit might be broken, sure, but it was much more likely for his body to break before that.
"That is all I had on the Agenda." He said after a few moments of silence, prompting Raki to reach into the man's jacket and produce a notepad.
The puppy flipped through the contents while nodding to himself, before nodding one final, definitive time and letting them know that, indeed, the agenda was complete with a yip.
On cue, their maid appeared with their orders on a platter, setting them in front of them before bowing and making herself scarce.
Gwyar eyed the Pumpkin spice frappe thing he had randomly ordered with a tipped brow.
It looked... sugary.
"Looks like something my daughters might appreciate more than I." He said wryly, sighing at his random choice.
His diet did not allow for these kinds of carbs. He pushed the frappe to the side, were Raki promptly snatched it off the table and began to swallow down.
He turned his gaze away from the tempting display and towards the window once again, leaning his head atop his palm.
Despite the window granting them a view of the beauty outside, the same could not be said for the other side of the glass.
Several of his pokemon were tucked away in nearby corners, blending in as urban wilds and doing their best to keep this clandestine meeting, well, clandestine.
His Hypno was taking care of the image projected outwards through the window besides them. A clever mixture of Light Screen, Hypnosis and Nightmare serving to prompt any onlookers to unconsciously look away.
His Decidueye ghosted through the skies, utilizing its sharp eyes to serve as a lookout, gazing down from great heights.
His Kirlia passed herself off as a wild street performer, dancing about to the melodic chords of a homeless man who owned nothing except for a guitar underneath the shadow of a tree, keeping the web of spies connected through her telepathy as the rain fell upon the leaves.
Galatine was hidden within the shadows of the Cafe, guarding him, as ever, while keeping track of the staff.
Raki was being Raki.
And just in case- Gwyar had gone ahead and made use of some light make up and light touches to his hair. Subtleness often went farther in throwing people off than overt changes.
He liked to be prepared. If he was going to enter the force as a regular joe, he couldn't well be caught spending time with the Commissioner right before appearing before the public with a Councilman now, could he?
After a moment of silence, the man turned his gaze away from the window and regarded the commissioner.
A quirk of his lip preceded his question.
"Do I seem that unreliable?" He asked humorously, almost but not quite grinning. "I've been wondering recently."
Probably not unrelated to Eva Morales.
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