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slick back hair and a cross upon his forehead. a business suited gentleman entered the hotel, an alolan meowth at his side. a schadenfreude smile had been warn, complimented by hollowed eyes. a genuine greeting was given, "hello!" softly spoken, his words held joviality. but the aura he gave off was one of disgust. could one peer into the afterlife, they'd see a chain of skeletons piled around his very being.

as he sat, he'd lean back. propping himself comfortably within his chair. "the infamous mad dog..." silas did always have the most intriguing people in his circle. "tell me, have you been faring well?" with rocket's hidden status, he wondered how the male was making a living. "i was saddened by your disappearance. it took quite a bit to find you." head craned to the side, his knuckle acting as a support to uphold. "i hope i'm not intruding on your busy schedule or anything!" a bashful smile, followed by a soft chuckle, was given.

notes: hi. have a trash post. :NotLikeThis:

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Upon seeing the familiar face of Cadis in the room, Dorian found himself in a state of shock. He had not seen the man since assisting in dealing with a group of rebels in Kanto, the same group that kept him from joining Silas in the glorious takeover of Slateport. After picking his jaw up off the ground, Dorian finally found himself bowing to the man before him. Even with Rocket being disbanded, of so he thought, he still held the man in high regard.

"It's good to see you, Cadis, sir.", Dorian told him.

"To be honest, I've just been barely scraping by, if you could call it that. I've been on the run ever since Verdanturf.", he'd admit to him, clearly ashamed of what all was happening. Indeed, life without Rocket was hard. While money wasn't an issue for him, having had the good sense to save his gains over the years, it just wasn't the same. For the most part, he had just been laying low, camping out in the wilderness, looking for the quietest cracks to rest in, keeping his excursions into civilized society to a minimum, in order to avoid detection by the League.

"Trust me, sir, you're not intruding on anything.", he would tell him. "But if you don't mind me asking, why did you track me down? I was told that the organization was disbanded, and to get out of dodge.", he'd tell him. Indeed, he was one of the many that were told to get the hell out of Slateport, lest he be arrested when the League finally stormed the place. Dorian did everything he could to get his little group out of there, making sure they had cover, and money to start anew, with new IDs to integrate into League society. But alas, Dorian himself couldn't risk it, as he was clearly marked with a scar that easily identified him.

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tags: cadis von klaussner
notes: tl;dr

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"you poor thing." to live a life outcast by those of his kind. humans were truly despicable, downright to the core. "i tracked you down because you were, too, once family." a sincere tone, he meant every word spoken from his core. rocket was his family, "you still are family." without a doubt, he saw his fellow former rocket member as such.

"which is why i want to help you." if this was truly what he desired, cadis would not stand against it. "if you so wish, you have an option to live your life without hiding. i can make it happen with just a simple 'yes'. should you wish it, dorian." he can't guarantee it would be a perfect life, but it would be better than his current. "or...you could help me rebirth this region--the world." cadis would lean in, palms clasped together.

"a world without danger." to what did cadis mean by such a cryptic statement? "a world where there is no pain, sickness, or loss...you could help me build that world." he'd add, "you could help create the change silas fought for."

notes: sorry for the late reply.