Kalos hurle toute la nuit

Independent || Flare Grunt || Non-selective

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“Je sais comment ça peut être difficile de ne pas boire. On a en masse parlé de la banalisation de la consommation de l’alcool. So I will say this in simple words. 

“No. Fuck this hangover. Hand me that napkin, please.”

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“..ahem..” Clearing his throat again with hand over mouth, adverting his eyes.

“..Could you not?” speaking and grabbing at the younger man’s arms when he was done talking and pushing him back, “I am not interested in that, buy me dinner and a movie first then we’ll see, mon ami.”

“As for why I got you out here– You too are a member of Flare, no? It is far too easy to tell from how extravagant we members are.. or rather most everyone else of the group. Ha ha ha..” Awkward laughter.. he knew he stood out as much as the punks that littered the region did. He didn’t pay a hefty load to get into the team for nothing.

“Mm…. I know nothing of you as well, how about we exchange information? I’ll go first– I am Adrien, low class member of Team Flare. No real experience in much but the café. Ah.. and you, monsieur?”

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At the removal of his grasp the grunt raises an eyebrow as if surprised then begins to inspect his nails as if nothing had happened brow knitting as he rubbed at a poorly manicured part of his index. Ah, he had just gotten them done too... Marde...

“Yes, yes, fait chier, if you wanted to do it outside I would be very unhappy.” He glances from the fingertips as Adrien goes on as if it wasn’t obvious.

“We?” Surly he did not think he fit into the flare ranking so seamlessly? “Non monsieur Adrien, you do not understand your position do you? Having not left the café...” Was this all a picnic to him?

 “ Yes... I see... I am René Bucher a mid ranking grunt with five years missions behind my name under our Lord Lysandre. Had I known you were so inexperienced... I would not have approached your person.” That was the problem, thats what had him so sore to watch. It made sense, and with it a feeling stung in his chest, sharp like ice.  “Well... It is too late I suppose.”   René reaches into a pocket pulling his holocaster from its depths to display open for the other. “This is my number... If you are in need of assistance do not hesitate to contact me.”

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“…Quinze minutes à gauche sur ma pause… ah..”

The vibrant redheaded barista grumbled, reclining outside seated at one of the tables that resigned in front of the red cafe. It was quite the pleasant, quiet day. Avian Pokemon singing and flocking the streets; Pidove pillaging for food, Fletchling curiously wandering about. Even the locals were out having a good time on the streets– kids playing while the adults conversed happily.

Despite it being such a nice day, it was also a slow one at the shop. Little clientele showing up.. he could take the whole day off without any worry, even some of the workers were off doing other things leaving only him and 3 others to fend for themselves. Heck, even his Pokemon helpers were(all but one) in their balls for the day.

“Ah, what I would give for une certaine excitation, heh.” he sighed, blowing smoke slowly outward before bringing the cig back to his lips. His hand dangling and petting his beloved Primrose.

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“To let such a slacker guard my lord’s castle...” Renè murmurs cocking his head at the man puffing languidly on the patio. Swiftly the blonde takes three steps forward plucking the half finished cigarette from the redhead’s fingers with a smile.  He takes a drag peering through the exhaling cloud that rolled from his lungs before turning the bud back around to settle between Adrien’s lips.

“Toi pis moi, on va ben ensemble. Someone as noteworthy as me and mundane as you, do you not think so? How can you have those attractive features and fashion sense yet face such spiritual defeat? I am sure there is something inside of you yet Adrien.” His hand stretches out pressing into the man’s chest. “If there was not, why in the world would you join Team Flare?” His eyes wander then drop to the pokemon at the older’s feet Renè crouching with his immediate line of sight.

“And who is this?” The grunt’s fingers stretch open mouth perking at the edges as the pokemon spots the pokepuff resting on his palm. “You look nothing like your master, how lucky for you, yes? I kid. The both of you are very handsome.”

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“..Eheh..” Coughing and clearing his throat as he took the near empty cup. Walking back toward the machinery for a quick refill as he wiped his face.

“Your refill, monsieur,” sliding the cup down the bar, “It matters not what I do, nor what my position is. I prefer the silence, monsieur.” Perching himself upon his stool behind the counter, hand reaching with a piece of puff to feed his Flabèbè hidden away within the floral arrangement.

“As for my name, it’s Adrien. That’s all you should need to know about l’il ole moi.” Giving a faux grin as he wiped his hands. “And, monsieur? It is not allowed for workers to have relationships with their clientèle. Je ne sais pas si vous saviez, hm?”

A bit of silence settles within the cafè before he stood up, a bag of treats in hand. Walking around the bar to go feed his Manectric by the door he leaned in and whispered ‘I have a break in 10‘ as he passed Renè by.

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It was entertaining to say in the least, just as he hoped it would be, the other trailing about in an awkward manner.  Yes, he was so forgettable and that was what had made him odd. No one in Team Flare including the grunts were so... It was hard to explain but he was sure it would become more apparent as the conversation went on.

“You are not very adept are you Adrien? And I had been so polite.” He watches lazily as the other paces feeding various pokemon spouting some nonsense. Its only when Adrien tells him that he has a break soon does a flicker of emotion break his careful facade. 

Could it be the other was serious? Was he accepting the offer? Osti de tabarnak de calice..... Yet here he was in ten minutes time following the other out into the back alley having to face his fate. How dirty. Perhaps the other could be persuaded into a bed. As Adrien turns towards him its all soft fingers trailing down the taller’s forearms and a playful crane of his neck. “I did not know you would like to play with this minette, mon chèri.”

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Jules glanced up from her coffee with an expression of annoyance. At her feet, Loic lifted his head and growled at the stranger. Of course they would both recognize that suit, and it didn’t sit well with them.

“Excuse me…monsieur, although it’s certainly a stretch to call you that, but do you have an issue with me? As far as I’m concerned, arson is a crime and deserves no positive publicity. Perhaps if you did something that actually contributed to the Kalos region.”

“Truly, it is.”  Renè leans forward tilting his head slowly as he takes in the woman, eyeing her complexion, the form of her hands, each wayward strand... Yes. She was beautiful, incredibly so. All the more shame to ruin it with such a scowl.

“Non. Well, if it was you who wrote the articles, yes.” He pulls back the chair across from her seating himself gracefully with a soft cross of one leg over the other just as he rests his elbow on the table nestling a palm under his chin.

“I do not think you understand mademoiselle, we are liberating this world from its weighing shackles, there is nothing to fear. Only the unrighteous and the ugly shall face the cleansing flame, if you become one of the chosen few a great rebirth shall come. Ah..” Renè pauses as if he realised why she seemed so reluctant. “Forgive me, I will place my alignment in more appropriate words.... Yes...

“Should you not be celebrating? So many have wanted life anew, do you not see what a charming proposition this is? The public should know how wonderful the future can be, if that is not a positive contribution I do not know what is.”

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His lord’s cafe was all but empty, Renè hunched at the corner bar seat various newspapers strewn over the counter as he languidly stirs a half empty decaf.  A brow raises then settles, scrunching into a knit mound of pressure as he reads the headline over a fourth time. His last task, mansion brought to ashes with the help of two pokemon and another grunt. It was splashed so inelegantly over the page with something about a so called maniac in the details. He hadn’t been seen, he made sure of it, more importantly the public’s lack of understanding regarding Team Flare’s image was... Well upsetting. 

How foolish they were. Those flames made such a decrepit spectacle pure once again.

There is a sound, Renè glances from the offending letters only to be greeted by an awkward sight. Even in those lovely clothes the barista seemed so out of place. He couldn’t put a finger on it. 

Merde, he wanted to talk didn’t he? The man steps closer, perhaps to ask if he wanted a refill but the grunt was already winding up a smile playing gently on his lips.

“I see you often here, yes? For someone so stylish you do not seem to stick out, why is that I wonder? I have not been given your name nor position, does that not seem odd?” Renè leans forward paper crumpling under him as he reaches up to caress the other’s cheek, eyes half lidded as he hums.

“You know mon chéri, I believe we should become better acquainted, no? To see you bent under myself in the throes of pleasure would be most endearing.” He pauses the hand coming back to its previous position on the counter, lips drawing back in a wide teasing smile.

“I only joke. Another refill please, mon chou.”

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