'Ma'am', not sure I like that.

She purses her lips and studies him for a moment. The resounding smack of the balls being scattered tugs her attention away temporarily, if only because he's managed to sink two in one breath. But while he inches around and around the table, leaning this way and that to sink more and more, her eyes wander.

"I'm here looking for my brother."

She swallows as if the statement makes her ill. With a sharp intake of breath, her fingers tighten around the pole she holds, her attention falling into the bottom of her glass as she takes another sip.

"Well.. I was."

He was dead.

"Hoenn keeps secrets, and I'd like to uncover a few."

virgil roach

☉

"Can't say I have."

With an eyeroll while his back is turned, Remi follows him inside.

GABRIEL BLACK

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Remi laughs, too, matching his energy and his pace. Shot after shot of alcohol strong enough to burn through metal(exaggerating) runs its course through her body. She is warm to the touch, superheated by predatory instinct.

"So demanding."

But she pours them both another glass of her own free will. It means a worse hangover in the morning, but the fun was only just beginning. The disappointing part is that he takes off his boots, too.

"I'm not? Coulda fooled me."

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mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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It has been a long time since she last cried. Since she last felt that impossible weakness in her legs, the heaviness in her chest. It brings her down, knees crashing against the stone.

Sobs wrack her body and her hand falls where she's held it up to stop him. She isn't strong enough to compose herself. The reality of the situation and the magnitude of her admittance bears too much weight and hurts too much.

"How could you have not? How could you not protect him? You were supposed to protect him."

The last sentence comes out as a whisper, a hiss through her teeth. Her fingers bite into her upper arms as she curls in on herself.

"He's gone, Lance. He's gone and-- and--"

LANCE VOLLANS

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Remi's eyes narrow as she watches him, expecting a lie. But he seems.. honest, if snarky. She can see the heat behind his eyes even if it fades quickly. It leaves her wanting, honestly.

"Huh. A buzzkill, I see."

But he asks her a second time to get out of the vehicle, as nicely as he can, and she obliges. The hand once pressed to his thigh lifts and pulls away, leaving with her as she steps outside. The fresh air is cool against her warming cheeks, and she immediately feels the urge to curb the cold air in her throat with smoke.

GABRIEL BLACK

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"Make me."

She whispers against his mouth, teeth pinching in their pursuit of victory. With a warm exhale offered in the form of a breathy laugh, she pushes him away to trip him up, one foot around his ankle.

Should he fall, she would descend upon him.

NIKO MANNER

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"Mhm."

She smiles again, an amused upturn of her lips that suggests she might be a little more than friendly.

"Sure, boss. I'd love to."

But before they get started, she orders herself a glass of whiskey to match. She slides payment across the bar, paying up front. When she returns, she gestures to the table as a request to set the stage herself this time.

Once set, she leans back and takes a sip, warmth spilling all the way down her throat and into her fingertips.

"After you."

virgil roach

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Remi frowns at his rambling and multiple iterations of the word 'pregnant', as if she were stupid or a child. It's insulting.

"Okay, yeah, I get it, thanks."

But now what the fuck was she supposed to do? If the stupid thing miscarried, it would reflect poorly on the Pokemon's overall health. Which meant she wouldn't get paid.

"You only have yourself to blame for not coming prepared. We don't hold each other's hands around here, pal."

But Remi reaches into her pack and tosses him a half-empty water bottle.

mission: life, uh, finds a way

valentine besoras

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She is rapidly losing patience, so caught up in her own head and in impossible scenarios. The edges of his smile are dangerous- because he isn't smiling. As barbed her tongue might be, it is returned tenfold back onto her. He is an impossible obstacle, a wall she cannot breach the surface of.

But she will. She has to.

"Yeah, or you're all lying to protect yourselves. What did you see, huh? What did you see that you're all keeping so fucking tight-lipped about?"

Her composure, however thin it had already been, is cracking. She's unhinged, raw, emotional, a ticking time bomb.

Thankfully, Gavin relents just enough to tell her something. It stills her raging waters just long enough for her to take a gasping breath, to keep on fighting. The current subsides, she is alive.

"They're called Unown for a reason, right? 'Course I haven't seen one before."

But now she is intrigued. Her attention shifts to see the one that he releases. It is downright creepy with its single wide eyeball staring back at her. But that thing, it was so small, how could it possibly have been a threat? Pokemon were weapons, she was coming to realize.

"He wasn't at the soiree. He was a ranger who went missing a few months ago. No one will tell me anything because apparently they don't know anything. But I've heard them mention that Reshiram was there. It has to mean something."

Cillian Quinn

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"Maybe your feet aren't kissable."

Remi continues to grimace down at the sickeningly adorable Pokemon in her arms. She holds it away from her chest and sighs, but ultimately puts it into a pokeball and into her pocket. What comes next are two equally adorable but undesirable Pokemon. She had enough small child-like Pokemon to deal with, and was more than like to sell the Smoochum at some point.

"Thanks."

She says, even though she knows damn well he wasn't praising her.

pass

MATIAS SILPH

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Remi sucks in a breath, tensing immediately as an arm snakes around to tie her to him. Her shoulders press against his chest, and her heart races, thunders, roars in her ears.

But she is powerless to stop him, because the words he whispers in her ear come too quickly and strike too hard. It is as if the world falls out beneath her feet and she is numb. Her fingers bite into his arm but there is no strength behind her grip.

"... No."

She had already known, deep down, but she hadn't dared to give such evil thoughts a voice. But here he was, the devil over her shoulder, his breath wet and disgusting and warm, telling her exactly what she didn't want to hear.

Remi goes limp only for a moment before finding her fight, her drive, her desperation flood her fingertips. With a violent jerk, she smashes her head back to strike his face.

Killian Decker

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He was lucky she was too drunk and too invested in tearing the rest of his clothes off with her mind to notice his daddy-kink joke.

But it appears she is thoroughly lost in thought, unabashed in her visual adventure across his broad shoulders and pink scar. She ventures lower, exhales in anticipation, and tenses her arm in preparation. Socks come off next before the next round, and once again she traces her foot up his leg.

"Might want to slow her down, my dear, or you won't be able to stand for long."

She smirks, eyes dropping to the rise in his pants. Her grip is iron as she aims to bring his arm crashing down.

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mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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"A shame. I was looking forward to one."

Inappropriate? Definitely, but she speaks confidently and easily, and he doesn't appear to be turning her away. Still, playing with fire was her specialty, and she bases her approach off of experience.

Which doesn't make it any less genuine.

"I just have a silver tongue. Perhaps you should be looking more closely into who you share your information with."

She raises her brows to challenge him, but she means it. The grunt she'd cornered and convinced with the sway of her hips and lips pressed to skin had spilled with ease. Information for pleasure was not an unfamiliar or uncomfortable tactic for the woman.

"I get what I need."

And evidently, she needed him.

virgil roach

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