-crying- lonnie says thank you

It was clear he wasn't impressed with his appearance, but whatever not like Lonnie overly cared. Rocket boys were always so edgy and misunderstood. It just happened that Lonnie knew how to control his choatic nature inside of him, and have a soul left. Not that money couldn't buy out his morals or anything but he wasn't on trial here, at least yet.

Then again August wasn't wrong saying the family should have been watching their pokemon. "Looks like to me you just wanted to help that little girl." the porky pig face smirked, almost as if trying to stab at his bad boy persona. "Oh welll tooo be honest I was just creeping around the corner on personal work, but it's not hard to tell you aren't getting a kitten to come to acting like a young money."

The internal laugh had escaped Lonnie's lips. "Well that's not true," he commented knowing the true facts of it all. And well all the fake lies he weaved into a nice basket. "There was a story that one of the league members orchestraed it. At least that's what one of the papers said, isn't that right?" Lonnie smirked. "I'm Lonnie Little." A welcoming handshake was offered to mask the lingering pride in his work. "Retired Rocket," the words escaped the lips with a small wink. "Stories like this get around, and just like any media agency Rocket has got their own tools to gather intel. And the Government isn't as they seem,"

@seba

Time wasn't the best thing in the world. But they say it heals all wounds, but that was a crack of shit really. You have to shut off the emotions inside to move on. Sometimes the outter body experience was the best thing to do, even when the kid stood up and walked away. Granted he knew it was because of his lies, but heck, the smirk that he resisted pulling from his face made it all the more spicy. "Aren't you the man who lost his brother a year ago," he commented trying to play stupid like he knew about a year ago in the papers.

"it was really sad you know. People heard the details, but I don't believe everything said in the reports were true. It seemed like a lot of it was forged by the rangers and police." he lied....because well he made all the fake reports and tipped off the newspapers a long time ago, but he'd be lying if he didn't like this kind of power.

@seba

Blood on his hands again....damn...couldn't he just get away from Rocket? Lonnie was just so tired of the blood smearing over his body. But maybe this was the price of green? Did green really have to go with red all the time? Did the price of riches have to be washed over with the blood of the innocent. At the same time did Lonnie ever try to escape this? No. Rather this was all that he knew. Rocket trained him to be hard and cold on the job. hunting people down stabbing, gunning, slashing, blowing up...Just go away. After each soul claimed a piece of his withered into the abyss.

Lonnie expected to retire....but apparently Rocket never let's its investments go free and run wild. Just....god damn.....Taking out a person was easy enough when they ordered him to do so with an even bigger price tag. Now they wanted him to recruit to replenish the numbers. Perhaps they thought his bubbly baby face would be inviting and familiar. The brunette kept himself scanning, before noticing the person....who well....survived him. Well the only by the convenience he saw nothing. Easy gold.

"Hello, are you okay?" the fake concern plastered across his round features. Warmth spreading across the supple skin as he suppressed the apathic exterior away into himself.

@seba

Well well.....cats out of the bag huh? Lonnie didn't quite notice or care too much about the people that existed in this region. They weren't his problem, no matter how much he wanted to feel empathy for them, he didn't. But pokemon were a bit different. Surely the cat would be lost, and watching from the sidelines as a brute smocked the dad in the face was.....uncalled for. Dude you could have just found it for free, but whatever. Lonnie wasn't gonna be the one to judge, rather he'd introject himself into the situation and just....keep him from killing the cat.

"Hi there stranger! I figured you could use some help! Come on Bagel," he brought the blind Bagon on his leash. "did you even ask what pokemon it was?"

@augustus

Bagel caught noise of someone climbing above him, making him jump high, shaking his stumpy legs and smash her head against the rocks. "Bagel! Stomp smashing your head against the rocks you'll hurt yourself at some point," he commented until he looked up. The cries were still far away but loud enough to echo through the mountains. "Oh..." he looked up seeing someone climbing. "is that your pokemon that's crying?" he asked out loud to the person above.

The dorky face gave smirk, "do you know where they are?" he asked as Bagel looked around lost and confused.

Mireille Wynter

Lost in the winds, mountains and rocks, time and time again. Everything repeats itself. It was clear on this moonless night that had Sushi in a graze. She loved how the shadows loomed over the trees and rocks. There was so many places to hide and spook people, but Lonnie didn't let her run off and do as she pleased. Granted she wasn't some wild child, no she was decisive and careful. Even with the rustling in the shadows and Lonnie walking around in the dark aimlessly.

"hmmm" brown hair swept to the gentle breeze of the falls. Bagel on his harness smacked his head against the rock near by, "Calm down Bagel. We're here looking for a pokemon that's hurt. Well--- at the least a pokemon crying," he commented because he felt bad for the pokemon. Besides he had Linda working at the rehab center while he went and investigated the wailing pokemon. Lonnie walked down the rocky path near the waterfalls. "I wonder if it's hurt......I feel bad because it looks like there's a lot of damage here," he commented as he head the crying in the distance.