#interpolt

[haematophiliac-moved]

     One second he’s lashing out of sorts at John. No, no. Looker. The Interpol agent. The traitorous man who is working with them somehow. Somehow. Yet how? That man is the enemy, yes? Would have him... locked up, right? Yes. If Looker had his way, he would be locked behind bars...

      > Approached one day by the stranger and suddenly there is a jail cell. Two hours waiting. A bleak room. Questioning. Laughter. Then freedom... Do you remember, Jason?

     His hands lash out for Looker’s throat... He aims for a kill.

     > Kill the man and revel in it. Be triumphant. Draw his blood and bask in victory.

     And then he was... Was... ??? A blank. He draws a blank. As though he was a VCR playing a video and the plug was suddenly pulled. He cannot see beyond throwing a hand for Looker’s throat. Interpol agent... Interpol agent... The enemy...

     He feels a strange sensation in his arm then as the world comes spiralling back to him, a deep gasp of an inhale taking him aback. A glance around moments later and he realizes he’s sat in the medical wing, holding his right arm rather rigorously. Tight. Nails digging into the bandages there. 

     Hm? Bandages... Medical ward? When did all this happen? 

     ... Does it matter?

     > No. It does not matter.

     ... It never matters.

    Hands move to his head, holding it briefly, running down his face, collecting at his lap. Ah. This old game again. The one where he forgets things. But it’s not a big deal. He just has to pretend like nothing has changed, that he hasn’t forgotten... However long it’s been since J-... Looker attacked him. Whatever. He can pull off normality again. It cannot have been more than a few hours since the Interpol agent went nutty and attacked.

     He should go and rest, if anything right now. His arm stings. His head hurts. He just wants to lie down.

[lysxandre-archived]

@interpolt because the post got flagged istg

Lysandre has to admit that there’s a small leap in his heart when he hears those words- and he isn’t sure if he should consider it fear or self-preservation, but where he would have stopped himself before, pulled back, he pushes forward regardless.

“You don’t seem to understand how kind I’m being. I’m no petty thug on his knees promising you filthy money if you just look the other way, just this once.

I’m trying to- what do they say in Unova- level with you. I want to approach you as a man of equal standing, and you won’t give me the same treatment. What a waste of our time together.”

He pushes his chair back a little, and stands. Two of the ‘patrons’ lurch forward to bar the door.

“If you want to reject my generosity, then expect no more of it. I try to give, and you force me to take.

Xerosic left behind a prototype of his work with Emma- it looks like I’ll be taking that instead, along with whatever other research she has access to. Will it hurt her to take these things away from her? I’m not certain. But it won’t be pleasant.”

His fingers drum on the tabletop, impatient and judgmental all at once.

“Just a little information, sir. A little information, and this young woman can continue on her way, each day like the last. Try something foolish, and her day gets worse.”

He smiles a Cheshire smile, and fixes his collar.

“And if you want someone to blame for getting her involved, well- he’s already behind bars, isn’t he?”

[lysxandre-archived]

@interpolt​

“The coffee here simply doesn’t compare with what you could get in Lumiose City, does it? C’est la vie, as they say. If only our little coffee shop hadn’t gone under...”  

[iruludavare]

     She better not be seeing what she thinks she is seeing.

[loyal-little-rockets]

(Continued from X with @interpolt )

A quiet nod as she watched him drink the coffee. “Looker, right? I’m Lyrii. “She paused a moment, as if debating on what she was going to say. “Look. I know a Rocket is the last person you’d want to hang around with, but... Have you been eating lately? You look like you could use a nice, hot meal and a place to safely lay your head down for a while...” 

[iruludavare]

"NOOO no no, I'm Very Concerned."

@interpolt

          “Th-There’s no need to be concerned, father-- really,”

     What can she do? Go to another room, put the mega stones causing this reaction on the far side of the room, and come back? Perhaps. But how could she do that without raising more questions?

          “It’s... It’s just make-up. You know... those very fine glitters that reflect brightly under certain light...? I... need it for an upcoming role. I can make it stop by washing it off.”

[vindictes]

"I'm not a monster for protecting my family..." (he seems to be saying it more to try and convince himself than to convince Giovanni)

          “  of course not,  ”  it’s painfully condescending, all wrapped up in an almost warm tone of voice, all to lull the detective into a sense of security, a safety net, regardless of the noose that is currently tightening around his neck. 

          “  and as a family man, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize their safety, that is understandable,  ”  leisure footsteps echo faintly against the hardwood floor as he paces behind the detective. looming.  “  which is why you should know not to make foolish decisions. i can’t imagine the heartbreak of having to lose that what is most precious to you.  ”  

[vindictes]

aaareee youuu THICKER THAN A SNICKER, HEAVY LIKE A CHEVVY, COME ON LIL PAPPA LEMME RUB UP ON THE BELLY AYYY

          BREAKS HIS FUCKING NECK WITH ONE HAND