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[galarianrocket]

art by @slightly-gay-pogohammer​!

[jame7t]

hey asshole! you lifted up the rock and now I have to scuttle! motherfucker!

[topranged]

morbidly enough, SHE SAYS NOTHING. a relaxed smile brings itself back to her lips as she makes her way further in, letting the barn doors close behind her. at first, she makes a gesture, putting a hand on the back rest of a chair, as if to sit on it.

INSTEAD, SHE GRABS HIM BY THE NECK. the brick walls slam against emile, and suddenly, brooke's mask drops. ❝ i'm only gonna be sayin' this once. ❞

❝ YOU HARM A SINGLE BLADE OF GRASS ON THAT FARM. an' i can assure you, they won't find you even after the pigs SHIT YOU OUT. ❞ there's a squeeze from her hand, as if to prove her point. AS IF TO DARE HIM. she thought she had been careful enough, had covered her tracks well enough; her mail never went to the barn's mailbox directly, it was handled. AND YET, HE'S HERE.

❝ nod if you understand me. ❞

[galarianrocket]

Emile's fast, but not faster than Brooke when she's pissed apparently. He's luckily not holding the glass when she slams him against the wall (not quite hard enough to knock the wind from him but his back protests). He could try and get her hands off of his neck-

But, well, he can't actually blame her for being defensive. As genuine as he was, he had also walked into this looking for a reaction.

He nods, still. And when she relaxes her hand a little, enough to let him speak, he huffs.

"I am many things, Brooke, but if I wanted to cause harm I could have done it and left before you ever arrived. Even you have to know that. I was serious about what I said."

He leaves the fact that yes, he did partially want a reaction by how she found out unsaid.

"I am here on business - no, not the kind you will feel obligated to stop - and I did want an alternative to the big cities for once."

He looks down as best as he can.

"Are you going to let me go?"

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[topranged]

❝ MA' ! PA' ! ❞ the pick-up truck's door closes with a small slam, and the kind neighbor who came to pick her up speeds away on the country roads. the ranch's the exact same as brooke remembers: JUST AS BIG, AS QUIET, AS BUSY. the ranger slings her duffel over her shoulder, opening her arms for a warm welcome.

things were going great; she was looking forward to her week off, to the rest, but even she knew, RANCH LIFE WAS NOTHING BUT LEISURE.

they did open a b&b, she recalls. her dad said so in one of their letters; they needed to fill empty rooms, excluding her own, and it was a good way to get people in the countryside. NOON IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER when brooke opens the door to the mess hall.

SHE FREEZES IN PLACE.

❝ —you've got to be kiddin' me. ❞

STARTER. ↪ @galarianrocket

[galarianrocket]

Emile would like to pretend he could have set this up flawlessly, but the truth is he couldn't have planned it better if he had tried. His lips curved into a small grin as he waggled his fingers in a faint wave.

"Good timing. Hello, Miss Brooke." He greets her, nothing but polite. Despite the shock of him being here, there was no immediate threat. No parents tied to chairs, bound and gagged, no bombs. No grandiose declarations.

No, he was just drinking a glass of Moo-Moo milk.

"A little Pidove told me that you had family who could do with some patronage, and I happened to be here on business." He hums as he lowers the glass. He doesn't elaborate on what that business was.

"Lovely parents, by the way. I can see where you get all of your... well, everything from."

Another sip.

[galarianrocket]

emile, of course you'd be in kalos, profiting of the current chaos to- why are you wet

"Ah, Ranger Brooke. I-"

COUGHS UP SEAWATER.

"... Don't worry about it."

[topranged]

[candyredmusings]

I don't need nobody's forgiveness,

nah

I'm just doing good business

[galarianrocket]

I'm deleting this blog @topranged just kicked me in the ribs

[beardedmrbean]

[galarianrocket]

" you're splitting hairs. does it help you sleep better at night to know you're only slightly worse at being terrorists or something? "

"No, given we aren't terrorists." Emile shrugs. "Criminals and whatever else though? Obviously."

[topranged]

@galarianrocket replied to your post “from unova, btw.”:

yeah i hate them too if you were wondering

​❝ don't rocket and plasma got THE SAME EXACT GOAL, though ? ❞

[galarianrocket]

"On the surface? Sure. But at least Rocket are upfront about wanting money and power, and say what you want but Giovanni isn't objectively a fascist."

[galarianrocket]

[galarianrocket]

❝ place your bets, gentlemen. ❞ the casino tonight is full, bursting with rockets and associates from all over.

roulette, particularly, seems to be quite animated this evening, and a tall individual stands at the table, formaly dressed in the casino's uniform. they only glance at emile once he sits, if nothing else. ❝ red's been making a lot of lucky winners tonight. ❞

Emile didn't gamble as a rule. Rocket had their fingers in a lot of pies, and the casinos were no exception. Don't shit where you work - but more than that, much like everything else, don't get high on your own supply.

But still, it paid to check up on things. It wasn't his wheelhouse, but sometimes he had to branch out.

His brow furrows. He knows that voice. He knows he knows that voice. But there isn't enough to go off of, so he pushes his paranoia to the side.

He sits slowly, licking his bottom lip. An eyebrow quirks, curious, but he doesn't try to question them.

"I'm sure. Busy night." He comments. "... Sure. Red twenty-seven."

[topranged]

Slowly takes off his jacket.

(Hi Nox :))

❝ aren't you chilly ... ? ❞

[galarianrocket]

GRUMPILY PUTS IT BACK ON.

[galarianrocket]

This is honestly the energy Giovanni and Archer have to me @vindictes

[galarianrocket]

was he-

Stares.