Lookout

"There was a time when I took pride in my name. All of my names. I know now that I deserved none of them. The thirteenth Looker placed far too much confidence in me..." ((Indie RP blog for a VERY AU Looker, formerly a double agent for Team Rocket. Read the About page for details.))

[doubleagentlooker]

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[lookertickets-deactivated201507]

yeah ok but think about this: rocket!looker

[doubleagentlooker]

Faded Memories | Open RP

Who am I? Why am I here?

These questions, among others, ran through the man’s head again and again as he walked along the beach of the Hoenn Battle Resort. On occasion, he’d feel like he was remembering something, only for the thought to flee from his head within the second.

He could only truly remember what had happened since landing on this very beach. A young child and an older woman came to rescue him. He was wearing a dirty old trenchcoat, which he’d changed out of since then into a tie-die T-shirt and pair of shorts. He had with him some strange, shiny rock, which he gave away as repayment for his salvation. He would have thought he’d have some form of identification, but he didn’t, which was odd. Perhaps it had been washed away in the sea.

"I know it’s important… it must be important… why am I here?" he mumbled.

[doubleagentlooker]

Faded Memories | Open RP

Who am I? Why am I here?

These questions, among others, ran through the man's head again and again as he walked along the beach of the Hoenn Battle Resort. On occasion, he'd feel like he was remembering something, only for the thought to flee from his head within the second.

He could only truly remember what had happened since landing on this very beach. A young child and an older woman came to rescue him. He was wearing a dirty old trenchcoat, which he'd changed out of since then into a tie-die T-shirt and pair of shorts. He had with him some strange, shiny rock, which he gave away as repayment for his salvation. He would have thought he'd have some form of identification, but he didn't, which was odd. Perhaps it had been washed away in the sea.

"I know it's important... it must be important... why am I here?" he mumbled.

[doubleagentlooker]

This blog will be made active again and updated with Looker's current situation... on December 1st, after Europe has had the game for a weekend. Spoilers will be unmarked on the same day.

[looking-through-time-archi-blog1]

"In the worst of cases, if you are truly concerned, there is always the possibility of seeing a doctor."

[doubleagentlooker]

"Ah. Hawkshaw, was it?" He nods his head at the suggestion. "Yes, I will consider that should it become overly concerning, but I do believe it's a passing issue. I simply need to return to my old exercise regimen, I think."

[doubleagentlooker]

"I feel my age may be catching up with me. Perhaps it is simply that I am not getting the proper exercise anymore, but I feel unusually tired."

[redqueenofdisaster-deactiva-blog]

Looker thought it a good idea to make the best of a bad situation. That situation being within 50 feet of a certain redheaded woman. He put on a small smile and walked up to the woman, offering a small cup of espresso. "Executive."

Ariana accepted the cup, only to run it briskly under her nose and set it aside. She sighed under her nose and shifted her weight, looking at the man in front of her with no great gladness. 

"Good afternoon, Looker. I assume you need something from me?"

[doubleagentlooker]

He bristled at the use of his old codename. Perhaps more startling, though, was the disarmed response by his former employer. He'd half-expected to be shot on the spot. Not by Ariana herself, sure, but he doubted she was out alone.

"You seem hardly surprised to see me," he remarked. "And please, call me Roderick, for as much as that name is used anymore."

[doubleagentlooker]

"I will say this of Hoenn. The beaches are a wonderful locale to visit."

[doubleagentlooker]

"This isn't even the closest I've been to death."

[doubleagentlooker]

"... Is twelve cups of coffee too much for one day?"

[theagentlooker]

Looker now feels like leaving the surface of this planet would be absolutely wonderful. Or just leaving this life in general.

Or alternatively; throw away his horrible phone that picks contacts at random, move to another continent and grow enough facial hair to make sure no one ever recognizes him again. Maybe he should start a farm. Where he bans technology.

Wouldn’t that be wonderful.

[doubleagentlooker]

He can be on the run with Blake. That'll be wonderful.

[roccostella2-blog]

"Allo, You seem to be dressed as if you wanna be under the radar. Anything going on? Trying to hide from the wife? Maybe you’re not married. Let’s say you’re a fiance and you chickened out on your wedding day. Actually let’s ignore those possibilities." Sebastien grinned at the other man. He knew he was making him uneasy. He loved it though. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could pick pocket this man. Except he probably shouldn’t since the man was on guard.

[doubleagentlooker]

Well, that was a sign that he showed himself to be on guard if he ever saw one. He really should try to be less obvious. To be fair, he'd never really been on the run before.

He looked over the other man, taking in every detail. Smug, confident, teasing, watching. Pink hair - unusual even here. Perhaps dyed, but perhaps not. Purple eyes. Strange outfit, possibly from a different culture - ah, it looked similar to what some ghost trainers might wear. Overall, he didn't look entirely threatening.

"If I am trying to hide from something or someone, it would be counterproductive to discuss what I am doing, wouldn't it?" he replied.

[doubleagentlooker]

((A PSA to all Rocket muses: if you decide your character knows Looker (which, actually, I would love), they would almost certainly know him as Roderick Maron. That was his alias.))

[doubleagentlooker]

"... I feel intensely uneasy..."

What a good thing he was disguised now. Yes, nobody would recognize him with his cunning fake mustache and lack of a trenchcoat. (He had to make do with what he had on hand.)

[esprit-libre-de-kalos]

What would the title of my muse's biography be?

[looking-through-time-archi-blog1]

shit man get ready for wall of text

I think he’d probably react the same way he did when Rachel told him she’s murdered before. He befriended her fully knowing that she was from Rocket, going from trying to get info on each other to people who actually care for each other, and he would have never seen her as the sort to kill anyone. He felt sick and disgusted and betrayed and he hated that she’d taken lives, but she’d felt enough remorse to try and claim that she deserved to die for it and he didn’t want that- she’s his friend and he’s bullshit at keeping contact but she means so much to him and he can’t bring himself to hate her as a person, he’s seen the way she changed over the time he’s known her and he chose to believe that she can still be a better person and try to make up for the past and he will give her all of his support when she calls for him.

For an example of hate, John might be closer to that result- at this point, Bel doesn’t doubt that John has probably committed some sort of crime, either in the past or still actively doing it (if only because he’s told John himself that “for some reason, the criminals I meet are often more decent than the law-abiding ones”, and as much as he likes John that guy’s got enough traits to not be entirely innocent), but he would never guess John to be one of the people behind the bombings. If John doesn’t appear bothered by the idea that he willingly killed people, Bel is going to turn John’s arrest into a very personal case and feel all the more betrayed by John than he did by Rachel.

He wouldn’t hate Blake, but he probably would hate the idea that he’s taken lives more than he hated it in Rachel’s case. The first reason is that Blake was an Interpol agent- Bel can’t consider it as ‘going against his own morals’ because even though they’re technically the same person, he’s very aware that they are actually two very different people, but he can still hate it as much as he would hate any other police officer for murder. The second is that, if Blake were to share his reasons with Bel, Bel would actually be able to very strongly relate with Blake’s intentions. Knowing that Blake has already killed for the sake of trying to save someone he cared for very, very deeply terrifies Bel because depending on what the future holds, he may very well end up being faced with the same options- and he already knows which choice he’d make. And he hates knowing that he’d be ready to kill for the sake of protecting the ones he loves.

[doubleagentlooker]

((Actually, Blake never directly killed someone for Team Rocket. He was very clear about the fact that his job were as an informant and a guardrail against capture for other members. This does not mean he never got into situations where he almost had to kill someone, but it never went through.

However, the information he shared may have lead indirectly to deaths. If it did, he was at most vaguely aware of the consequences of his actions; he would never have to actually see them.))