The Syndicate

Welcome to the official Tumblr page of the PMDU team "The Syndicate" Here you can ask/rp with any of the characters from the team or any of the NPCs associated, so basically it's ask a mobster.

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@happydooky, thanks for sharing

[dassloth]

#random sniper @red-velvet-panda

[red-velvet-panda]

Ffffffffffff. I still get mad about that LOL. Thanks @dassloth for letting me know my rage is justified.

[harmless-teeth]

rival dealer

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Noah Quesada-L'Viaquez

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Lookie here I ain’t dead! Though, I don’t know how long I’ll be in the PMDU Universe anymore, with PMDA looking more promising in terms of story and the like. So I might have to make adjustments to transition or I’ll handle both and I’ll die because of that. Only time will tell.

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Send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง for my muses reactions to being punched by yours

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(( Please specify which character of yours and whether its for Pan or Astra. You’re also free to add in some extra into the prompt if you want to add something like your character’s dialogue or some action they do or somethin’ ))

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I've always wondered, where did you guys get those fancy suits? Especially you Nikola, how does your suit stay in position? I mean... how?

“It sounds like you’re asking me why my clothes don’t fall off. Baby, that’s where you’re wrong, they always fall off. That’s the wonderful thing-           would you like me to demonstrate?”

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Ey Capone. What do you love about life? C'mon, more than just family. There must be something happy here for you.

“My... that’s a... that’s a tough one. 

I don’t want to seem like a depressed asshole with nothing to do but brood. But when it comes to loving life, I don’t know, I know that I used to and I long for a time where I can feel that way again...

But. I suppose the closest thing would be- those moments, whether it be while I’m alone or with friends, those few moments where we just relax, enjoy ourselves, not doing anything illegal, not planning anything illegal, but rather- just doing something any normal person would do. Just sitting down, having a drink, or sitting back and listening to music. Yeah that’s it. I love those moments where I feel like a normal man, not some crime boss pretending to be a normal man in some guild.”

*sigh* 

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I’ve been thinking about ways to get more active again, and the first the thing I could think of was streaming. So what I was wondering would be, if I started doing that, would anyone be interested in that?

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A grunt came from the suit-wearing scyther as he struggled to squeeze through the maze of bodies in the Andalusst marketplace. He always hated the city in the middle of the day, always crowded and never convenient. His train of thought broke as he saw a Stunky with an oblonged face. "Great..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes following the skunk "Now I gotta deal with some horrid stench too..."

Finally, a freaking break for once. Thomas let out a long sigh, glancing around the marketplace and dodging the elbow of a massive Aggron. It wasn’t even a weekend, and they had this many people already? He’d come down to the market district to relax, maybe get a scarf or something, but at this rate, he’d have to just focus on not being trampled. His eyes fell on a suit-sporting Scyther, his hat obscuring the front of his face, darkening the area around his eyes in classic dramatic fashion, almost like something out of a noir novel. To say that he looked suspicious was a freaking understatement- who’d wear something that tight-fitting on a day as hot as this? The body heat from the crowd was stifling enough.Advancing through the crowd, he started to follow the Bug-type, ducking behind passerby as he went. He’d watch for now… probably just being ridiculous, paranoid, but he might as well see what kind of person it was. 

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As he passed, a grimace formed on the Scyther’s face happy to notice the Stunky failed to introduce any form of stench, at least somebody had some form of decency in this godforsaken city. He would have gone over to offer a simple compliment on the skunk’s hygiene, but one of his men had requested his immediate presence, and claimed it to be urgent and that ‘we could get a whole lotta dough, outta this.’ as he had worded it.

Capone pulled a small handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow and forehead, “Goddamnit, Benny, this had bettah be worthit” He grumbled as an Ambipom bumped into him knocking him off course. “EYY! WHY DONTYA WATCH WHEAH YA FUCKIN GOIN?!”

The ambipom was startled by the sudden outburst and took no time to disappear back into the crowd. 

Capone froze for a moment to make sure the monstrosity was gone before he snorted and continued on his way, what was he doing again? Oh right, Benny. Where the hell was that Sandslash?

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Capone scanned the area, finally finding that black gingham suit, ugh still the biggest eyesore as ever. He took a step toward the Sandslash before freezing, reaching into his coat revealing a flask and taking a long swig from it. This was going to be another irritating talk, he could feel it. He took another step and froze again, that wasn’t enough he pulled a large cigar out of is coat and lit on the shoulders of a passing Emboar, sure this was illegal, sure he was literally in the middle of huge fuckfest of people in literally the largest crowd he has ever seen, but whatever. He inhaled a large puff of smoke and then started on his way toward the Sandslash.

Benny turned to see Capone walked toward him, he gave a polite smile and shook his hand. “Good to see ya, boss, here let me tell ya what I had in mind.”

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Thomas clenched down on his bottom lip, watching the Scyther light his cigar… where the hell’d he even gotten one of those? He was pretty sure Kara only smoked leaves because cigars were too expensive… and the guy didn’t exactly look that wealthy, just… weird. The Sandslash he’d met up with sported an equally warm-looking suit, increasing the suspicion factor by around 20%.  He eased his way through the crowd, moving closer to them, hopefully he’d be able to hear a bit of their conversation… although even in this crowd, he wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

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"Now see, all tha money is in the gamblin these days" The Gingham sporting Sandslash mimiced the act of pulling on a slot machine.

"…and? We already got our hand in backroom stuff." Capone pulled the cigar out of his mouth, puffed a few rings into the air then returned it.

"Yes, yes I know; but what if, what if we established buildings, designed to be confusin’ as hell to get out of, and fill it with gambling games. Eventually everyone will just give up about tryin’ t’ leave and go back to wastin’ there money on these rigged games."

Capone thought for a moment, scratching his chin “I do like the sound of that, it also sounds completely immoral, and probably impossible to set up without it immediately being considered illegal.”

"Ah, I thought you would say that, and here’s why-" Benny’s smile dropped and his eyebrow raised, before nudging his boss in the arm pointing at the Stunky; "Is it just me or is that guy watchin’ us?" He murmured.

Capone turned his head slightly to see what the soldato was referring to, in the corner of his eye a small purple blur could be seen, he focused on it for a small time before seeing the outline of the oblonged nose, and the rest of the stunky’s body. Immediately he turned back “shit, I think that guy followed me.” 

Benny started to reach into his coat, his fingers feeling for his bullet-seed pistol “Want me to take care of it boss?” His fingers grabbed ahold of the weapon and was about to pull it out when he felt the force of his boss’ arm against his chest. He looked to the scyther who held one finger up to his lips on his shaking head.

"No, we dun wanna cause a huge commotion, not inah crowded area like this, it’d b’ impossible t’tell who could b’ a royal gaud or huntah."

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Okay, that’d been ridiculous beyond belief. Not only were these guys clearly evil, but the system they were making sounded ridiculous, if anything. It was like one of those strip malls he’d heard about, made so that people’d keep shopping for as long as they could… but with a much more sinister tone to it. Still, talking about stuff like this in the middle of a crowd? These guys had to be supremely overconfident, which meant they were either really bad… or really good.  He was pushing it, staying even now, but he could probably smokescreen and escape… so, he’d give it another minute. Coming around the other side this time, ducking behind a Hariyama, he approached the pair, ears pricking up a bit.

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Benny uneasily saw the skunk approach “B-boss, he’s gettin’ closer.” He felt his claws grip tighter within his coat.

Capone had enough of the stuttering minion and slapped him to shut him up. They stuck out like a sore thumb now, so he decided to just confront the problem directly. He turned his head to get a view of the poison-type, blowing another ring of smoke “Eh, can I help ya with somethin?” His head cocked, eyeing Whitaker “Don’t act like you were invisible, we could see ya clear as day.”

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Thomas froze at the Scyther’s sudden comment, muscles tensing and fur bristling up. Damn it! Of course he’d been noticed! The hell was he trying to prove here, anyway? Still, he had a fair shot at escape… and though he was freaked out beyond comprehension, there’s no way in hell he could show it. "Ah, nothing much, really," he stated, clenching his fists, "I’m just wondering why you’d start discussing illicit deals here, instead of somewhere a little, y’know, more private? Yeah, the Royal Guard aren’t the greatest at their jobs, but that’s a little overconfident.”  Adrenaline: Steadily rising. Bullshit: Maxed out. 

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Capone looked down upon the Stunky, puffing his cigar. His arms crossed “Hrmmm… so ya heard what we was talkin’ ‘bout.” His head lowered as he scratched his neck. “Now, what I dun get is… why are ya so tense? Why have ya got your fists li’dat” He pointed his cigar toward the Stunky’s hands “It looks like your about to get in a brawl, are ya’ tryin’ to start somethin’? You wanna go!?” He pointed to the ground and punched motioned a punch, he’d really prefer not for a fight to start, this much attention is already past what he’s comfortable with, but usually when mentions someone fighting him they skedaddle, guess it could be his height or something who knows.

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"In the middle of the crowd, you serious?" Thomas asked, giving a forced chuckle as he tried his best to keep a straight face. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d tensed up so much… all the adrenaline, if anything. The fact that he had zero fighting skills whatsoever played a part there too, of course. He wished he could relax. “So, what’s your name, then, grand ringleader of the gambling houses?” he asked, cocking his head a bit. 

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"Wouldn’t you like ta know." Capone grunted before kneeling down to Thomas’ eyelevel "Luciano. That’s all I’ll say." He puffed his cigar once more and blew a ring out into the stunky’s face. "ya might’ve seen the rest of it in the newspapahs, sometimes they report on things I’ve done, maybe not."

Benny stood in the background watching, obviously restless, shifting his weight from foot to the other “Boss, you sure you want to be-“

Capone turned and glared at the Sandslash, not saying a word. Benny immediately shut up.

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"Never have, actually," Thomas replied, wafting the smoke away from his face. Freaking disgusting, how could he breathe that stuff? “Of course, the papers ‘round here tend to focus on more flashy stuff… whichever poor bastard the Hunters’ve dealt with this week, for instance.” He took a moment to compose himself, then narrowed his eyes. "I honestly don’t care what you do with the gambling houses: people go in there, they should have some idea they’re getting screwed to start with. Just be careful not to go that much farther, eh? I’ve got more than enough shit to deal with.”  That was the absolute worst speech ever what the fuck was he even saying oh god 

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The Scyther stood up straight again and crossed his arms "And I honestly don't care what ya have t'say about my business." He cocked his head with intent "What I wanna know is why ya seem t'care so much." He scratched his forehead as he spoke "T'be honest I dun even know why I'm tellin' ya all this, maybe I'm jus' in a good mood or somethin'." He glared at the bar the Stunky had come out of "People like you are barely worth my time." 

[greaseytom-blog]

So did that spectrum meme thing all the cool kids are doing now, ye.

Also, gotta love the total lack of effort I put on Benny and Salvatores icons, that derp ass coloring.

[ask-stunky-blog]

A grunt came from the suit-wearing scyther as he struggled to squeeze through the maze of bodies in the Andalusst marketplace. He always hated the city in the middle of the day, always crowded and never convenient. His train of thought broke as he saw a Stunky with an oblonged face. "Great..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes following the skunk "Now I gotta deal with some horrid stench too..."

Finally, a freaking break for once. Thomas let out a long sigh, glancing around the marketplace and dodging the elbow of a massive Aggron. It wasn’t even a weekend, and they had this many people already? He’d come down to the market district to relax, maybe get a scarf or something, but at this rate, he’d have to just focus on not being trampled. His eyes fell on a suit-sporting Scyther, his hat obscuring the front of his face, darkening the area around his eyes in classic dramatic fashion, almost like something out of a noir novel. To say that he looked suspicious was a freaking understatement- who’d wear something that tight-fitting on a day as hot as this? The body heat from the crowd was stifling enough.Advancing through the crowd, he started to follow the Bug-type, ducking behind passerby as he went. He’d watch for now… probably just being ridiculous, paranoid, but he might as well see what kind of person it was. 

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As he passed, a grimace formed on the Scyther’s face happy to notice the Stunky failed to introduce any form of stench, at least somebody had some form of decency in this godforsaken city. He would have gone over to offer a simple compliment on the skunk’s hygiene, but one of his men had requested his immediate presence, and claimed it to be urgent and that ‘we could get a whole lotta dough, outta this.’ as he had worded it.

Capone pulled a small handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow and forehead, “Goddamnit, Benny, this had bettah be worthit” He grumbled as an Ambipom bumped into him knocking him off course. “EYY! WHY DONTYA WATCH WHEAH YA FUCKIN GOIN?!”

The ambipom was startled by the sudden outburst and took no time to disappear back into the crowd. 

Capone froze for a moment to make sure the monstrosity was gone before he snorted and continued on his way, what was he doing again? Oh right, Benny. Where the hell was that Sandslash?

[greaseytom-blog]

Capone scanned the area, finally finding that black gingham suit, ugh still the biggest eyesore as ever. He took a step toward the Sandslash before freezing, reaching into his coat revealing a flask and taking a long swig from it. This was going to be another irritating talk, he could feel it. He took another step and froze again, that wasn’t enough he pulled a large cigar out of is coat and lit on the shoulders of a passing Emboar, sure this was illegal, sure he was literally in the middle of huge fuckfest of people in literally the largest crowd he has ever seen, but whatever. He inhaled a large puff of smoke and then started on his way toward the Sandslash.

Benny turned to see Capone walked toward him, he gave a polite smile and shook his hand. “Good to see ya, boss, here let me tell ya what I had in mind.”

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Thomas clenched down on his bottom lip, watching the Scyther light his cigar… where the hell’d he even gotten one of those? He was pretty sure Kara only smoked leaves because cigars were too expensive… and the guy didn’t exactly look that wealthy, just… weird. The Sandslash he’d met up with sported an equally warm-looking suit, increasing the suspicion factor by around 20%.  He eased his way through the crowd, moving closer to them, hopefully he’d be able to hear a bit of their conversation… although even in this crowd, he wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

[greaseytom-blog]

"Now see, all tha money is in the gamblin these days" The Gingham sporting Sandslash mimiced the act of pulling on a slot machine.

"…and? We already got our hand in backroom stuff." Capone pulled the cigar out of his mouth, puffed a few rings into the air then returned it.

"Yes, yes I know; but what if, what if we established buildings, designed to be confusin’ as hell to get out of, and fill it with gambling games. Eventually everyone will just give up about tryin’ t’ leave and go back to wastin’ there money on these rigged games."

Capone thought for a moment, scratching his chin “I do like the sound of that, it also sounds completely immoral, and probably impossible to set up without it immediately being considered illegal.”

"Ah, I thought you would say that, and here’s why-" Benny’s smile dropped and his eyebrow raised, before nudging his boss in the arm pointing at the Stunky; "Is it just me or is that guy watchin’ us?" He murmured.

Capone turned his head slightly to see what the soldato was referring to, in the corner of his eye a small purple blur could be seen, he focused on it for a small time before seeing the outline of the oblonged nose, and the rest of the stunky’s body. Immediately he turned back “shit, I think that guy followed me.” 

Benny started to reach into his coat, his fingers feeling for his bullet-seed pistol “Want me to take care of it boss?” His fingers grabbed ahold of the weapon and was about to pull it out when he felt the force of his boss’ arm against his chest. He looked to the scyther who held one finger up to his lips on his shaking head.

"No, we dun wanna cause a huge commotion, not inah crowded area like this, it’d b’ impossible t’tell who could b’ a royal gaud or huntah."

[ask-stunky-blog]

Okay, that’d been ridiculous beyond belief. Not only were these guys clearly evil, but the system they were making sounded ridiculous, if anything. It was like one of those strip malls he’d heard about, made so that people’d keep shopping for as long as they could… but with a much more sinister tone to it. Still, talking about stuff like this in the middle of a crowd? These guys had to be supremely overconfident, which meant they were either really bad… or really good.  He was pushing it, staying even now, but he could probably smokescreen and escape… so, he’d give it another minute. Coming around the other side this time, ducking behind a Hariyama, he approached the pair, ears pricking up a bit.

[greaseytom-blog]

Benny uneasily saw the skunk approach “B-boss, he’s gettin’ closer.” He felt his claws grip tighter within his coat.

Capone had enough of the stuttering minion and slapped him to shut him up. They stuck out like a sore thumb now, so he decided to just confront the problem directly. He turned his head to get a view of the poison-type, blowing another ring of smoke “Eh, can I help ya with somethin?” His head cocked, eyeing Whitaker “Don’t act like you were invisible, we could see ya clear as day.”

[ask-stunky-blog]

Thomas froze at the Scyther’s sudden comment, muscles tensing and fur bristling up. Damn it! Of course he’d been noticed! The hell was he trying to prove here, anyway? Still, he had a fair shot at escape… and though he was freaked out beyond comprehension, there’s no way in hell he could show it. "Ah, nothing much, really," he stated, clenching his fists, "I’m just wondering why you’d start discussing illicit deals here, instead of somewhere a little, y’know, more private? Yeah, the Royal Guard aren’t the greatest at their jobs, but that’s a little overconfident.”  Adrenaline: Steadily rising. Bullshit: Maxed out. 

[greaseytom-blog]

Capone looked down upon the Stunky, puffing his cigar. His arms crossed “Hrmmm… so ya heard what we was talkin’ ‘bout.” His head lowered as he scratched his neck. “Now, what I dun get is… why are ya so tense? Why have ya got your fists li’dat” He pointed his cigar toward the Stunky’s hands “It looks like your about to get in a brawl, are ya’ tryin’ to start somethin’? You wanna go!?” He pointed to the ground and punched motioned a punch, he’d really prefer not for a fight to start, this much attention is already past what he’s comfortable with, but usually when mentions someone fighting him they skedaddle, guess it could be his height or something who knows.

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"In the middle of the crowd, you serious?" Thomas asked, giving a forced chuckle as he tried his best to keep a straight face. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d tensed up so much… all the adrenaline, if anything. The fact that he had zero fighting skills whatsoever played a part there too, of course. He wished he could relax. “So, what’s your name, then, grand ringleader of the gambling houses?” he asked, cocking his head a bit. 

[greaseytom-blog]

"Wouldn't you like ta know." Capone grunted before kneeling down to Thomas' eyelevel "Luciano. That's all I'll say." He puffed his cigar once more and blew a ring out into the stunky's face. "ya might've seen the rest of it in the newspapahs, sometimes they report on things I've done, maybe not."

Benny stood in the background watching, obviously restless, shifting his weight from foot to the other "Boss, you sure you want to be-"

Capone turned and glared at the Sandslash, not saying a word. Benny immediately shut up.

[ask-stunky-blog]

A grunt came from the suit-wearing scyther as he struggled to squeeze through the maze of bodies in the Andalusst marketplace. He always hated the city in the middle of the day, always crowded and never convenient. His train of thought broke as he saw a Stunky with an oblonged face. "Great..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes following the skunk "Now I gotta deal with some horrid stench too..."

Finally, a freaking break for once. Thomas let out a long sigh, glancing around the marketplace and dodging the elbow of a massive Aggron. It wasn’t even a weekend, and they had this many people already? He’d come down to the market district to relax, maybe get a scarf or something, but at this rate, he’d have to just focus on not being trampled. His eyes fell on a suit-sporting Scyther, his hat obscuring the front of his face, darkening the area around his eyes in classic dramatic fashion, almost like something out of a noir novel. To say that he looked suspicious was a freaking understatement- who’d wear something that tight-fitting on a day as hot as this? The body heat from the crowd was stifling enough.Advancing through the crowd, he started to follow the Bug-type, ducking behind passerby as he went. He’d watch for now… probably just being ridiculous, paranoid, but he might as well see what kind of person it was. 

[greaseytom-blog]

As he passed, a grimace formed on the Scyther’s face happy to notice the Stunky failed to introduce any form of stench, at least somebody had some form of decency in this godforsaken city. He would have gone over to offer a simple compliment on the skunk’s hygiene, but one of his men had requested his immediate presence, and claimed it to be urgent and that ‘we could get a whole lotta dough, outta this.’ as he had worded it.

Capone pulled a small handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow and forehead, “Goddamnit, Benny, this had bettah be worthit” He grumbled as an Ambipom bumped into him knocking him off course. “EYY! WHY DONTYA WATCH WHEAH YA FUCKIN GOIN?!”

The ambipom was startled by the sudden outburst and took no time to disappear back into the crowd. 

Capone froze for a moment to make sure the monstrosity was gone before he snorted and continued on his way, what was he doing again? Oh right, Benny. Where the hell was that Sandslash?

[greaseytom-blog]

Capone scanned the area, finally finding that black gingham suit, ugh still the biggest eyesore as ever. He took a step toward the Sandslash before freezing, reaching into his coat revealing a flask and taking a long swig from it. This was going to be another irritating talk, he could feel it. He took another step and froze again, that wasn’t enough he pulled a large cigar out of is coat and lit on the shoulders of a passing Emboar, sure this was illegal, sure he was literally in the middle of huge fuckfest of people in literally the largest crowd he has ever seen, but whatever. He inhaled a large puff of smoke and then started on his way toward the Sandslash.

Benny turned to see Capone walked toward him, he gave a polite smile and shook his hand. “Good to see ya, boss, here let me tell ya what I had in mind.”

[ask-stunky-blog]

Thomas clenched down on his bottom lip, watching the Scyther light his cigar… where the hell’d he even gotten one of those? He was pretty sure Kara only smoked leaves because cigars were too expensive… and the guy didn’t exactly look that wealthy, just… weird. The Sandslash he’d met up with sported an equally warm-looking suit, increasing the suspicion factor by around 20%.  He eased his way through the crowd, moving closer to them, hopefully he’d be able to hear a bit of their conversation… although even in this crowd, he wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

[greaseytom-blog]

"Now see, all tha money is in the gamblin these days" The Gingham sporting Sandslash mimiced the act of pulling on a slot machine.

"…and? We already got our hand in backroom stuff." Capone pulled the cigar out of his mouth, puffed a few rings into the air then returned it.

"Yes, yes I know; but what if, what if we established buildings, designed to be confusin’ as hell to get out of, and fill it with gambling games. Eventually everyone will just give up about tryin’ t’ leave and go back to wastin’ there money on these rigged games."

Capone thought for a moment, scratching his chin “I do like the sound of that, it also sounds completely immoral, and probably impossible to set up without it immediately being considered illegal.”

"Ah, I thought you would say that, and here’s why-" Benny’s smile dropped and his eyebrow raised, before nudging his boss in the arm pointing at the Stunky; "Is it just me or is that guy watchin’ us?" He murmured.

Capone turned his head slightly to see what the soldato was referring to, in the corner of his eye a small purple blur could be seen, he focused on it for a small time before seeing the outline of the oblonged nose, and the rest of the stunky’s body. Immediately he turned back “shit, I think that guy followed me.” 

Benny started to reach into his coat, his fingers feeling for his bullet-seed pistol “Want me to take care of it boss?” His fingers grabbed ahold of the weapon and was about to pull it out when he felt the force of his boss’ arm against his chest. He looked to the scyther who held one finger up to his lips on his shaking head.

"No, we dun wanna cause a huge commotion, not inah crowded area like this, it’d b’ impossible t’tell who could b’ a royal gaud or huntah."

[ask-stunky-blog]

Okay, that’d been ridiculous beyond belief. Not only were these guys clearly evil, but the system they were making sounded ridiculous, if anything. It was like one of those strip malls he’d heard about, made so that people’d keep shopping for as long as they could… but with a much more sinister tone to it. Still, talking about stuff like this in the middle of a crowd? These guys had to be supremely overconfident, which meant they were either really bad… or really good.  He was pushing it, staying even now, but he could probably smokescreen and escape… so, he’d give it another minute. Coming around the other side this time, ducking behind a Hariyama, he approached the pair, ears pricking up a bit.

[greaseytom-blog]

Benny uneasily saw the skunk approach “B-boss, he’s gettin’ closer.” He felt his claws grip tighter within his coat.

Capone had enough of the stuttering minion and slapped him to shut him up. They stuck out like a sore thumb now, so he decided to just confront the problem directly. He turned his head to get a view of the poison-type, blowing another ring of smoke “Eh, can I help ya with somethin?” His head cocked, eyeing Whitaker “Don’t act like you were invisible, we could see ya clear as day.”

[ask-stunky-blog]

Thomas froze at the Scyther’s sudden comment, muscles tensing and fur bristling up. Damn it! Of course he’d been noticed! The hell was he trying to prove here, anyway? Still, he had a fair shot at escape… and though he was freaked out beyond comprehension, there’s no way in hell he could show it. "Ah, nothing much, really," he stated, clenching his fists, "I’m just wondering why you’d start discussing illicit deals here, instead of somewhere a little, y’know, more private? Yeah, the Royal Guard aren’t the greatest at their jobs, but that’s a little overconfident.”  Adrenaline: Steadily rising. Bullshit: Maxed out. 

[greaseytom-blog]

Capone looked down upon the Stunky, puffing his cigar. His arms crossed "Hrmmm... so ya heard what we was talkin' 'bout." His head lowered as he scratched his neck. "Now, what I dun get is... why are ya so tense? Why have ya got your fists li'dat" He pointed his cigar toward the Stunky's hands "It looks like your about to get in a brawl, are ya' tryin' to start somethin'? You wanna go!?" He pointed to the ground and punched motioned a punch, he'd really prefer not for a fight to start, this much attention is already past what he's comfortable with, but usually when mentions someone fighting him they skedaddle, guess it could be his height or something who knows.

[askteamwantednco]

The Fog Colorsareawesome on dA and me just started rambling about on a music program (garageband) and this happened. It was so much fun, even though we didn’t know what we were doing! (Still don’t know what we’re doing) XD Probably more to come later on! PMDU related~

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Chicago Cubs catcher Gabby Hartnett signs an autograph for Al Capone (1929)

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A grunt came from the suit-wearing scyther as he struggled to squeeze through the maze of bodies in the Andalusst marketplace. He always hated the city in the middle of the day, always crowded and never convenient. His train of thought broke as he saw a Stunky with an oblonged face. "Great..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes following the skunk "Now I gotta deal with some horrid stench too..."

Finally, a freaking break for once. Thomas let out a long sigh, glancing around the marketplace and dodging the elbow of a massive Aggron. It wasn’t even a weekend, and they had this many people already? He’d come down to the market district to relax, maybe get a scarf or something, but at this rate, he’d have to just focus on not being trampled. His eyes fell on a suit-sporting Scyther, his hat obscuring the front of his face, darkening the area around his eyes in classic dramatic fashion, almost like something out of a noir novel. To say that he looked suspicious was a freaking understatement- who’d wear something that tight-fitting on a day as hot as this? The body heat from the crowd was stifling enough.Advancing through the crowd, he started to follow the Bug-type, ducking behind passerby as he went. He’d watch for now… probably just being ridiculous, paranoid, but he might as well see what kind of person it was. 

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As he passed, a grimace formed on the Scyther’s face happy to notice the Stunky failed to introduce any form of stench, at least somebody had some form of decency in this godforsaken city. He would have gone over to offer a simple compliment on the skunk’s hygiene, but one of his men had requested his immediate presence, and claimed it to be urgent and that ‘we could get a whole lotta dough, outta this.’ as he had worded it.

Capone pulled a small handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow and forehead, “Goddamnit, Benny, this had bettah be worthit” He grumbled as an Ambipom bumped into him knocking him off course. “EYY! WHY DONTYA WATCH WHEAH YA FUCKIN GOIN?!”

The ambipom was startled by the sudden outburst and took no time to disappear back into the crowd. 

Capone froze for a moment to make sure the monstrosity was gone before he snorted and continued on his way, what was he doing again? Oh right, Benny. Where the hell was that Sandslash?

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Capone scanned the area, finally finding that black gingham suit, ugh still the biggest eyesore as ever. He took a step toward the Sandslash before freezing, reaching into his coat revealing a flask and taking a long swig from it. This was going to be another irritating talk, he could feel it. He took another step and froze again, that wasn’t enough he pulled a large cigar out of is coat and lit on the shoulders of a passing Emboar, sure this was illegal, sure he was literally in the middle of huge fuckfest of people in literally the largest crowd he has ever seen, but whatever. He inhaled a large puff of smoke and then started on his way toward the Sandslash.

Benny turned to see Capone walked toward him, he gave a polite smile and shook his hand. “Good to see ya, boss, here let me tell ya what I had in mind.”

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Thomas clenched down on his bottom lip, watching the Scyther light his cigar… where the hell’d he even gotten one of those? He was pretty sure Kara only smoked leaves because cigars were too expensive… and the guy didn’t exactly look that wealthy, just… weird. The Sandslash he’d met up with sported an equally warm-looking suit, increasing the suspicion factor by around 20%.  He eased his way through the crowd, moving closer to them, hopefully he’d be able to hear a bit of their conversation… although even in this crowd, he wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

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"Now see, all tha money is in the gamblin these days" The Gingham sporting Sandslash mimiced the act of pulling on a slot machine.

"…and? We already got our hand in backroom stuff." Capone pulled the cigar out of his mouth, puffed a few rings into the air then returned it.

"Yes, yes I know; but what if, what if we established buildings, designed to be confusin’ as hell to get out of, and fill it with gambling games. Eventually everyone will just give up about tryin’ t’ leave and go back to wastin’ there money on these rigged games."

Capone thought for a moment, scratching his chin “I do like the sound of that, it also sounds completely immoral, and probably impossible to set up without it immediately being considered illegal.”

"Ah, I thought you would say that, and here’s why-" Benny’s smile dropped and his eyebrow raised, before nudging his boss in the arm pointing at the Stunky; "Is it just me or is that guy watchin’ us?" He murmured.

Capone turned his head slightly to see what the soldato was referring to, in the corner of his eye a small purple blur could be seen, he focused on it for a small time before seeing the outline of the oblonged nose, and the rest of the stunky’s body. Immediately he turned back “shit, I think that guy followed me.” 

Benny started to reach into his coat, his fingers feeling for his bullet-seed pistol “Want me to take care of it boss?” His fingers grabbed ahold of the weapon and was about to pull it out when he felt the force of his boss’ arm against his chest. He looked to the scyther who held one finger up to his lips on his shaking head.

"No, we dun wanna cause a huge commotion, not inah crowded area like this, it’d b’ impossible t’tell who could b’ a royal gaud or huntah."

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Okay, that’d been ridiculous beyond belief. Not only were these guys clearly evil, but the system they were making sounded ridiculous, if anything. It was like one of those strip malls he’d heard about, made so that people’d keep shopping for as long as they could… but with a much more sinister tone to it. Still, talking about stuff like this in the middle of a crowd? These guys had to be supremely overconfident, which meant they were either really bad… or really good.  He was pushing it, staying even now, but he could probably smokescreen and escape… so, he’d give it another minute. Coming around the other side this time, ducking behind a Hariyama, he approached the pair, ears pricking up a bit.

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Benny uneasily saw the skunk approach “B-boss, he’s gettin’ closer.” He felt his claws grip tighter within his coat.

Capone had enough of the stuttering minion and slapped him to shut him up. They stuck out like a sore thumb now, so he decided to just confront the problem directly. He turned his head to get a view of the poison-type, blowing another ring of smoke “Eh, can I help ya with somethin?” His head cocked, eyeing Whitaker “Don’t act like you were invisible, we could see ya clear as day.”

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A grunt came from the suit-wearing scyther as he struggled to squeeze through the maze of bodies in the Andalusst marketplace. He always hated the city in the middle of the day, always crowded and never convenient. His train of thought broke as he saw a Stunky with an oblonged face. "Great..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes following the skunk "Now I gotta deal with some horrid stench too..."

Finally, a freaking break for once. Thomas let out a long sigh, glancing around the marketplace and dodging the elbow of a massive Aggron. It wasn’t even a weekend, and they had this many people already? He’d come down to the market district to relax, maybe get a scarf or something, but at this rate, he’d have to just focus on not being trampled. His eyes fell on a suit-sporting Scyther, his hat obscuring the front of his face, darkening the area around his eyes in classic dramatic fashion, almost like something out of a noir novel. To say that he looked suspicious was a freaking understatement- who’d wear something that tight-fitting on a day as hot as this? The body heat from the crowd was stifling enough.Advancing through the crowd, he started to follow the Bug-type, ducking behind passerby as he went. He’d watch for now… probably just being ridiculous, paranoid, but he might as well see what kind of person it was. 

[greaseytom-blog]

As he passed, a grimace formed on the Scyther’s face happy to notice the Stunky failed to introduce any form of stench, at least somebody had some form of decency in this godforsaken city. He would have gone over to offer a simple compliment on the skunk’s hygiene, but one of his men had requested his immediate presence, and claimed it to be urgent and that ‘we could get a whole lotta dough, outta this.’ as he had worded it.

Capone pulled a small handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow and forehead, “Goddamnit, Benny, this had bettah be worthit” He grumbled as an Ambipom bumped into him knocking him off course. “EYY! WHY DONTYA WATCH WHEAH YA FUCKIN GOIN?!”

The ambipom was startled by the sudden outburst and took no time to disappear back into the crowd. 

Capone froze for a moment to make sure the monstrosity was gone before he snorted and continued on his way, what was he doing again? Oh right, Benny. Where the hell was that Sandslash?

[greaseytom-blog]

Capone scanned the area, finally finding that black gingham suit, ugh still the biggest eyesore as ever. He took a step toward the Sandslash before freezing, reaching into his coat revealing a flask and taking a long swig from it. This was going to be another irritating talk, he could feel it. He took another step and froze again, that wasn’t enough he pulled a large cigar out of is coat and lit on the shoulders of a passing Emboar, sure this was illegal, sure he was literally in the middle of huge fuckfest of people in literally the largest crowd he has ever seen, but whatever. He inhaled a large puff of smoke and then started on his way toward the Sandslash.

Benny turned to see Capone walked toward him, he gave a polite smile and shook his hand. “Good to see ya, boss, here let me tell ya what I had in mind.”

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Thomas clenched down on his bottom lip, watching the Scyther light his cigar… where the hell’d he even gotten one of those? He was pretty sure Kara only smoked leaves because cigars were too expensive… and the guy didn’t exactly look that wealthy, just… weird. The Sandslash he’d met up with sported an equally warm-looking suit, increasing the suspicion factor by around 20%.  He eased his way through the crowd, moving closer to them, hopefully he’d be able to hear a bit of their conversation… although even in this crowd, he wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

[greaseytom-blog]

"Now see, all tha money is in the gamblin these days" The Gingham sporting Sandslash mimiced the act of pulling on a slot machine.

"…and? We already got our hand in backroom stuff." Capone pulled the cigar out of his mouth, puffed a few rings into the air then returned it.

"Yes, yes I know; but what if, what if we established buildings, designed to be confusin’ as hell to get out of, and fill it with gambling games. Eventually everyone will just give up about tryin’ t’ leave and go back to wastin’ there money on these rigged games."

Capone thought for a moment, scratching his chin “I do like the sound of that, it also sounds completely immoral, and probably impossible to set up without it immediately being considered illegal.”

"Ah, I thought you would say that, and here’s why-" Benny’s smile dropped and his eyebrow raised, before nudging his boss in the arm pointing at the Stunky; "Is it just me or is that guy watchin’ us?" He murmured.

Capone turned his head slightly to see what the soldato was referring to, in the corner of his eye a small purple blur could be seen, he focused on it for a small time before seeing the outline of the oblonged nose, and the rest of the stunky’s body. Immediately he turned back “shit, I think that guy followed me.” 

Benny started to reach into his coat, his fingers feeling for his bullet-seed pistol “Want me to take care of it boss?” His fingers grabbed ahold of the weapon and was about to pull it out when he felt the force of his boss’ arm against his chest. He looked to the scyther who held one finger up to his lips on his shaking head.

"No, we dun wanna cause a huge commotion, not inah crowded area like this, it’d b’ impossible t’tell who could b’ a royal gaud or huntah."