"Huh."

Either he was purposely misinterpreting her inappropriate joke, or purposely misdirecting it himself. Tickle her amused.

"I'm sure there are some who do."

Ah, and there it is, he finishes his punchline, if one could even call it that. He's even washing vegetables with hands she could only assume had once been bloody. Professional hand-washer, interesting.

"Hot pockets, but they don't have any."

In other words, she's lazy. In extra words, she was probably about to leave just before he'd arrived. Steal something quick and easy like crackers and cheese and make her way back to her room and wait for the submarine to stop somewhere. God, she could use a stiff drink.

"Are you okay? I've never seen a man prepare vegetables of his own accord before."

mission: feast or famine

Julien Demassieux

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"Filthy bitch, yeah, real original, pal!"

She scoffs, shakes her head, and scratches the back of her head. She seems wholly unbothered by the insults. They'd been useless and unhelpful the entire time, and she actually had some room to breathe and think clearly with them not breathing down her neck and interrupting her every step of the way.

"Hmm.."

Her thoughts, of course, are interrupted immediately by another grunt. This one, she realizes as she glances over her shoulder, is not one of the ones Rocket had sent with the Castform. This one was entirely unfamiliar and wore a snarky smirk.

"That implies me being in charge for them to be my subordinates. They're just stoned pricks lookin' for a quick buck."

She frowns, side-eyeing the kid for a moment.

"And I'm not really in the business of kindness. It doesn't mix well with my line of work."

mission: forecast castform

Asriel Pryde

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Was she defensive? She couldn't tell. Her input felt like a knee-jerk reaction to being caught with her hand in the cookie jar, an immediate reaction to explain why her hand was elbow deep in the jar rather than to just go about her business and ignore the haters.

Not that Remi was hating on anything. If she hadn't lost her own flask in her hasty move--

Bitterness and grief resettle momentarily at the reminder. She should have still been holed up somewhere in Kalos spending all of her dirty money on booze and strippers, but here she was fishing for coin at the bottom of the barrel while pretending that her brother wasn't dead.

Cool. Yeah.

Freddie's groan tears her attention back and away from the downward spiral she'd threatened to fall down. Thank God. Except the alternative isn't really much better for ones mental either. The buzzing grows exponentially more intense and she's noticed the squirming Weedle as they crawl away.

"Oh, wow! I just love this situation."

She's being sarcastic. The woman glances between the hundreds of Kakuna dangling from the branches. Maybe not hundreds, she likes to estimate high. She begins to get the creepy-crawlies and she shudders, but puts on a forced smile anyway.

"You wouldn't happen to have a flamethrower, would you?"

@winifred

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Living in the Rocket sub was fucking awful. She didn't care who said it or why, but living underwater absolutely fucking sucked. It made her nauseous, it made her irritable, it made her suffer from lack of sleep.

And it was that lack of sleep right now that had her up. Or maybe it wasn't early in the morning or late at night like she thought. Regardless, she was, at one point, the only person in the dining hall fixing herself food. The only person, it felt like, who existed at all, until a voice muttered behind her to startle her.

"Oh--fuck. I didn't hear you come in."

She quickly plucks the earbuds out of her ears and glances over her shoulder, and, naturally, does a double-take. His comment, his apology, comes filtering back in like a hollow echo. She listens this time, and she smirks, raises an eyebrow, and snorts.

"I sure hope you don't say that to everyone? Sure hope not, 'cause that's embarrassing."

mission: feast or famine

Julien Demassieux

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They say that will-o-the-wisps will lead you to your fate, to your future. But all she sees when staring out her shitty Slateport apartment window is burnt-out lights and empty thoughts. Her heart feels heavy, her attention fleeting.

Shadows pass over her window but she breezes past them. With a cigarette between her teeth and ash in the bottom of her whiskey glass, she's lingering between states, holding on by a thread.

She's been seeing ghosts. Ghosts of her past, ghosts of her future, ghosts of her present. It's like Christmas has come early, but with a stocking full of coal and bad blood in her mouth.

Slowly, the woman draws her teeth across her bottom lip, feeling the grooves and the bruises where Calla's teeth had pierced her own. Where their fervent, impulsive, ravenous devouring had begun. It had been several days since, and no word from her, as usual.

So here she was, in the belly of a long-closed bar, drinking all by herself.

She misses the click of a lock being jimmied, knocks back another round.

calla mccoy

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Another day, another dollar, another Miltank going missing from some poor farmer's field while her pockets just got heavier. With the extra change she was making today and the abundance of moomoo milk she'd be able to sell later, the unfezant dinner she had plans for didn't seem so far out of reach.

By unfezant she meant a cheap lonely meal at a bar somewhere. Same idea though.

"Arceus probably doesn't give a damn one way or another if you know how to milk a Miltank."

Remi states this matter-of-factly while sitting on an upside-down bucket. Another larger one is set up beneath another Miltank and she appears to be doing.. well. The Pokemon doesn't seem as uncomfortable and there is enough milk in the bottom of her bucket to cover it.

"How hard are you squeezing those teats, man? Take it easy on an old girl."

Rowan Wrynn

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Today's menu: ground-type Pokemon. Specifically? Diglett.

For whatever reason the little mole men Pokemon from hell were being purchased for top dollar. She'd slipped up on producing Gastly before-hand, but she wasn't missing out on a good payday this time.

Hopefully.

Unfortunately, she isn't alone to muddle with her thoughts and kick stones and think about ways to avenge her brother-- someone else is here with a nervous little voice and a Pokemon named Joules.

And it isn't even wearing jewelry.

"Uh.. hi. That thing isn't gonna explode, is it?"

paxton concordas

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Discount candy still sat on the counter tops with a Halloween-themed 'take me!' sign sticky-noted to the baskets. She could hear people outside quite literally howling at the moon - or maybe that was their actual Pokemon. Like clockwork, a full moon always makes people act loony.

"Hm."

Not a bad answer, but not the one she would have chosen. Something along the lines of 'not enough' would have been better, she thinks.

"Well, the name is close to porthole or pothole, and a pothole is sort of similar to a shit hole- you can shit in it if you need to."

But high standards? Not in the slightest.

With her still-empty glass set on a now-dry coaster and the bartender missing from sight, Katherine has the woman's full attention. More so the moment she speaks up with a suggestion. Remi purses her lips, pulls them into a smile, and leans back in her bar seat to observe the woman for a moment.

"You're really holding onto the shithole thing, aren't you? I never said I didn't like shitholes."

But she stands up and inclines her head, her sarcastic smile growing.

"How could I possibly say no to a good time?"

OGfKXPr0

mission: all-nighter

Katherine Fairburne

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The last Pokemon they stumble across before ultimately deciding to take a break and go home is what appears to be a long-deceased apricorn tree.

When she passes it the first time, she had been going up Mt. Pyre. When she passes it the second time, the roots have been disturbed and its eye is wide open and following her. Ghosts have always given her the heebie jeebies, but this is by far the worst of it.

"Oh fuck."

In the span of a second, it manages to tie a DESTINY BOND to her Pangoro, and they both go down the moment Bane takes a swing. When Trevenant faints, its soul sucks the life (temporarily, not permanently) out of him. He faints immediately after.

Two pokeballs capture one and return the other, and she shudders and makes the trek back down the mountain in silence.

capturing trevenant

Remi Cassel

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It was an incredibly obscure situation and assignment they've been given. But in its obscurity, there is opportunity. Rocket just needed proof of it being cleared out- they didn't give a shit about what happened after.

Another win.

The sharp smell of alcohol perforates the air despite the distance between them. Or maybe she just has a nose for hard liquor. Probably that.

"Good taste."

Remi smirks over her shoulder before stepping forward toward the well-hidden and barely-used trail to the secret base in the trees. Upon closer inspection, however, she's almost positive she can hear buzzing.

@winifred

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"I mean, it'd be rude of me to say no right now."

And never mind the Nincada feeling uncomfortable beneath the heat, Remi starts to sweat too. She's overdressed to be so close to the heart of a volcano. She had prepared herself under at least three layers, and it had taken her way too long to squeeze into each one. Taking them off was not an option.

But hey, at least she wasn't this guy wearing his short sleeve shirt and giving himself a premature farmer's tan. Sure, he came prepared, maybe, but at what cost? Farmer's tans aren't really a look, man.

He introduces himself and she glances over her shoulder as she stands back up to her full height. The Beartic's pokeball is gripped in her palm and she tucks it away to hold her hand out for the newly introduced stranger to shake.

"Remi. I take it having a legendary Pokemon follow you is a day in the life, then? You seem pretty calm for someone in your position."

Somewhere nearby, the cavern walls tremble and pebbles bounce. Unseen, a wild Onix moves away from the noise and the warmth.

pass

MATIAS SILPH

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"You're right, I don't. I've half a mind to leave you here to clean this shit up on your own."

She sighs loudly through her nose.

"Whatever it is, it's hunting with no intent to eat."

She purses her lips, tilting her chin down to follow the path of blood left behind.

"You ready for our own hunt?"

But just as she says this, she's interrupted his own request for her to help him. She has to scoff, though, at the prospect of earning any respect at all in this place. She shakes her head but shrugs her shoulders.

"I've got nothin' better to do. I call dibs on whatever it is, though. Bet it'd fetch a pretty penny on the market."

mission: danse macabre

@xavier

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