#♖ rp thread

[intcrpol]

" charming as ever, i see. " 😏

"Naturally- Being a gentleman and merely acting like one require two different skill sets, I'm afraid."

#vindictes #♖ rp thread #the girls are fiiiighting

[yedlihmad]

♖: What was your inspiration to write this character (or characters)?

The Eryut brothers are a collaborative writing/RP project planned between myself and my two very dear friends since FanFest last May. Playing them has been kind of serendipitous; for about half a year we spitballed and workshopped the triplets' story out of Golmore with all these notes of joy juxtaposed with grief, suffering with celebration, awe with anguish, and despair tied up by thin threads of hope... right before Endwalker came out and—as it did for many—completely destroyed us.

While we began with loose themes and connective backstory between each brother, they independently developed into three unique guys. Rafi, originally a healer who interpreted Golmore's elementals via the Mist (I envisioned him as a sort-of wolfish, semi-unhinged conjurer with a scythe), became a quieter, more perceptive exile who worked out his feelings and struggles through arts of the outsider world, like jewelry-making and dance. Three books I was reading/had finished at the time (Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, Arcadia by Lauren Groff, and CivilWarLand in Bad Decline by George Saunders) contributed to this more sensitive, observant, slightly sardonic but regretful voice that Rafi wound up having. (There was also a lot of Estraven from The Left Hand of Darkness in there, and a few shakes of The Sympathizer by Viet Thanh Nguyen, too). Personal inspirations came from my own experiences with family (a big, extremely tumultuous one), many up-and-down years wrestling with gender identity (how said family members handled it; how I wished they'd handled it, etc.), and... well, many others. I'll try not to ramble!

#memes #moods with wings #agh such a good question ghfdhkfdh thank you!!

[dasilvaaaaa]

The Maze

( @a-adventurer, CLOSED RP)

It all felt sudden.  Every movement, every thought, every breath, every loud, blaring noise. It was odd- Just knowing something started so suddenly, yet not knowing if it had begun before one’s notice. That’s what was in Helena’s mind to say the least. The unavoidable sound of an alarm, squeaky hinges and metal banging against metal made her head ache even more than it already was. She fought to get air into her lungs, trying to stand on her feet, but her balance couldn’t keep her up. She was moving. The contraption she was stuck in was moving. She then took a moment to think, think of anything she could remember; For example an answer to how the hell she ended up in some sort of frightening and dark elevator. But everything was blank, just blank. She reached for loose threads in her mind, grasping for anything at all, but there was nothing but darkness that simply mirrored the one she found herself enveloped in.

While banging on the metal bars, so hard and desperately that her hands were getting bruised and bloody, Helena tried to scream. But her voice didn’t give in, and it was more like a small croak of a voice. She felt the true, unsettling panic begin to set in, that feeling of truly having no sense of orientation whatsoever. Like being a goldfish, placed from a small bowl to the ocean. But she couldn’t adjust, for how much was there to adjust to? What was she even adjusting from? Her heartbeat quickened even more as she felt the contraption halt, and she fell limp in the corner. For a moment she thought she was destined to stay captured, stuck there for ever in some hole; Despite that, her thoughts were disproved as she saw a hatch over her starting to open, rays of sunshine peaking into the box.

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Thomas felt his back sink against the tree, the harsh bark of it contrasting to his warm and sun-sick skin beneath his shirt. He rubbed his head and his temples, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Even though he was getting at least a bit used to the Glade, he still couldn’t quite fathom everything. Yeah, he somewhat understood the basics, but what nagged at him was that once trying to delve into the deeper, more intriguing questions, then everything was left with a large question mark. The questions like who and why. The most important ones that he wanted answered- That he knew everyone most likely wanted answered. It all hurt his head when he thought too much about it. And though everyone around him, everyone in the group of boys, everyone in charge, told him to just try and get the best out of their situation and not think too much about it, it just worsened things.

He had to admit they could be right. After all, nights at the fire with his new friends or whatever they hell were could be surprisingly nice and fun. Time to let loose, try to let go, even though he hadn’t had much time to think of exactly what they were letting loose from. But he felt the stress buried beneath them all, that sinking sand everyone experienced and tried, to a certain degree, to not let get the best of them. The sound of an only somewhat familiar blaring alarm caught his attention immediately, and once he saw everyone gathering, following them quickly, he could only guess he wasn’t going to be the greenie anymore.

#tmr #the maze runner #rp #roleplay #closed rp #a-adventurer #oc #double-up #hope its alright :)

[intcrpol]

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@vindictes​:

that silent taunt is always just as tempting.

        the thought and possibility of finally putting an end to this decades-long game of theirs. if it ever did end, this would be the only possible way to do it. one of them finally pulling that trigger, or making that lethal cut. however it would be executed, it would be brutal. it was always going to end in violence.

        giovanni has toyed with that thought for longer than he cares to admit  –  the consequences of it. would ending this put an end to those obnoxious side effects, too? he wouldn't mind cleansing himself of the remains of undecipherable feelings he still, as foolish as it was, held onto after twenty years.

        “  are you losing your breath already?  ”  that firm grip to his wrist only makes the blatant taunt in his words more obvious as he presses his knee further in between the man's legs, keeping him pinned in between himself and the wall. “  i expected more.  ”

Shirogane merely smirks in response, glaring upwards at the taller male with the same defiance he’d always displayed, even in his youth. His opposite finger’s already poised on the trigger of the hidden .410 shotgun concealed in his walking stick, the handle of which had slid from the length of the cane and was currently digging into all those layers of fine suiting covering up the cage of Giovanni’s ribs. Even through the fabric, it had to hurt, which only raised his ire when the mobster actually leaned in closer- Aptly mirroring his retort.

The angle and the distinct height advantage is visibly irritating him, but having to lean more weight on his weaker leg was causing him no small amount of familiar sharp stabs of pain shooting up the inside of that thigh. 

“If you weren’t dicking around with that toy knife of yours, I could do something more interesting for you. Claw my thumb into your eye socket, perhaps? Always wondered if you had actual blood running through those veins-” he trails off, sliding the narrow barrel further up until it was jabbing uncomfortably into the soft underside of Giovanni’s lower jaw.

“I wonder if you’d manage to survive having the lower half of your face blown off... Knowing you, you might, you’ve always been like a particularly nasty little roach crawling around our rotten society’s underbelly.”

#vindictes #♖ RP THREAD #it's so cute when they flirt #you're trying to kill me? HOT

[intcrpol]

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@vindictes:

         the mutual gun-to-the-chest technique. they have certainly mastered it over the years, yet somehow, it still hasn’t lost its initial punch.  “  you know your way to a man’s heart, chief. ”

The barest ghost of a sardonic grin pulls at the corner of his mouth, eyes trained on Giovanni’s without even bothering to glance down to the barrel pressed against the sharp lines of his three-piece suit.

“Upgraded the old standby... Should I be flattered?” he muses aloud.

“Better make sure you kill me in one shot. Otherwise, I’d hate to be on cleaning duty when they find your entrails strewn across the room.”

#vindictes #♖ RP THREAD #it's so cute when they flirt

[intcrpol]

@vindictes

Ginjiro had agreed to a brief appearance at the gala, as Shirogane Textiles had offered no small amount of funds and a masterpiece kimono to the list of items the charity auction availed that evening. In truth, he would have rather stayed at home (or in the office) rather than silently enduring the excruciating pain that came with standing and sitting for long periods of time, but his pride would never allow him the peace of mind.

The sweeping twin marble staircase of the ballroom was an antiquated feature of classic Unovan architecture, much like the stench of scotch, cigars and tuxedos of the elderly social elite- a culture forever stuck in the ‘glory days’ of ages past like one of their pre-civilization specimens encased in amber. Still, the former Chief Inspector wasn’t about to allow torrid whispers about his physical state to drift about the floor amidst the gossip-hungry one percent of the population the event was meant for. He strode across the hallway with purpose and confidence, easily descending each step with an accompanying click of the metal tip of his walking cane. His congenial expression masked the innate pain from exertion of his body’s already limited abilities, so by the time he’d reached the ground level, the finest creep of sweat had begun to dampen the back of the collar of his dress shirt. 

Good enough time for a drink as any, he supposed.

With a highball of Kyushiki in his system, the little crackles of searing agony racing up the length of his right leg and through each joint began to fade. He couldn’t say the same for the hyper-vigilance that honed his already sharp mind, as the sight of an ‘old friend’ overtook the casual ease of his current mood. 

Had Atsuhi been at his side, the Arcanine would have bristled at the scent of the other male’s cologne, hackles raised and fangs bared. The elder pokémon rarely ever forgot the distinct mark of his master’s quarry, already having survived near death at the claws of Giovanni’s Nidoking. That had been an unforgettable battle, yet sadly the damage to Atsuhi had effectively weakened him as Shirogane’s choice for an all-out attacker. Kapena was still too young, too inexperienced to take over the already overlarge paw prints in need of filling. If they engaged in a throw down here, that would certainly liven things up, though Ginjiro doubted his chances of winning- At least not with his current roster.

A shame, really. It had been too long since he’d engaged in a true struggle for survival, a bout that left him feeling more alive than he had been for the past near decade.

#vindictes #♖ RP THREAD #hope this is okay? If you need something else to work with then DM me #I am excited for these two #Dynamic of champions

[intcrpol]

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@aruseus​:

. . . SAY MY NAME THEN. IF YOU KNOW MY NAME. WHO AM I. TELL IT TO ME.

such deep words that could only be better described as a menacing brew, slowly simmering into something even deeper, a brusque action? it makes it feel uneasy. a feeling of foreboding that it have not felt in eons, it has no knowledge of this man, yet his sentences implied he knows it oh so well! what is it gonna do? what should it do? all it wants right now is an answer.

“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. It would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.” 

 His words carry an almost teasing frivolity despite the grave nature of the man speaking them, and yet continue to reveal little by the way of answers.

“Through the warm summer gloom, they grope in darkness toward the light of you- The Beginning and the End, the First... and the Last.”

“Do you still deny yourself?”

#♖ RP THREAD #when your muse just goes off the rails and starts reciting poetry at a giant space pony #aruseus #If anyone gets these references we're making you win a teddy bear

[intcrpol]

@vindictes​

He wasn’t sure if his agent training was at work or if these other boys simply didn’t care that they had all the subtlety of a crazed Rhyhorn, but he knew he was being followed. For what reason was unclear, but Ginjiro disliked the sudden attention being paid to his normally quiet and inoffensive presence. Being this aggressive in a public setting felt off, weren’t they worried about the local police at all?

Sighing under his breath, the interpol trainee tried to lose them in a crowd, but found himself trapped after rounding the wrong corner of a back alley.

“Three against one? You guys really have no shame,” he quipped dryly, not making a motion to act besides widening his stance just slightly.

It was easy enough to side-step the first swing, grasping the larger teen’s hand and giving a firm twist into a supinating wristlock. The thug crumpled like a wet paper towel, trying to rotate his body before his pained wrist emitted an audible snap when it broke.

Shirogane ducked beneath the reach of a kick and brought his knee up into a solid blow to the groin, quite literally knocking the wind out of his second assailant’s lungs. Taking some initiative, he jumped forward into an axe kick and brought his heel down on his last opponent’s collarbone. 

Before he could leave the alley, a taller figure blocked the way. He seemed different- Relaxed and poised, confident. Their leader...?

Rather than exchange any pleasantries, Gin stretched a bit to limber up. Something told him that he might actually have to put some genuine effort into this fight.

#vindictes #♖ RP THREAD #♖ IF YOU SEE ME YOU'LL BE CROSSING THE STREET [TEEN] #Shirogane: FYGHT ME FOR... SOME REASON #Shirogane: CUZ YOU EXIST I GUESS

[intcrpol]

@crueliste​

He’d noticed Liu reaching for his earpiece, the way his eyelids started to pull back in a state of heightened alertness. It never happened the way films enjoyed depicting explosions- With time slowing down to a crawl, the very air as weighty and oppressive as water. One moment you’re on both feet, the next you’re crumpled against the ground while everything surrounding you dissolves into chaos. If anything, there’s a distinct sense of urgency pumping your blood faster and harder through each vein- a heavy metronome thundering in your chest and neck compared to the soft fuzziness of other sounds your over-pressurized ears strain to make out.

Ginjiro grimaced as he was roughly shoved back against the adjacent wall, the younger man’s body shielding him from chunks of flying concrete, shards of glass, and shrapnel. He’s stuck in a kind of half-kneeling position, sandwiched between Liu’s limp form and the wainscott paneling running along the lower edge of the hallway. The case officer is concussed and bleeding out and as much as Shirogane likes the kid, he’s going to get them both killed.

Gritting his teeth, he rolls Liu onto his side and peels himself away from the wall- Pain, intimate and familiar, singing all the way up and down the length of his right hip and leg. The metal tip of his cane scrapes against the ground when he grabs the length of it, giving the handle a firm twist to release the .410 hidden inside.

Atsuhi is released first, thick mane bristling as a deep growl rumbles from the depths of his broad chest and muzzle. Next is Jubei the Aegislash, moving to hover cautiously between Shirogane and the openly exposed section of the building. This had been only one of many explosions he can hear still going off in other, distant parts of the Aviary: Interpol’s largest training facility. It was publicly known in name only, it wasn’t even officially acknowledged by the government. They would obviously do a thorough investigation as to just how they’d been compromised once the immediate threat was neutralized- With extreme prejudice.

“The ‘cruel and fearsome’ Proton of Team Rocket’s Executives, eh?” he muses aloud, his features hardening into a stoic mask.

“You don’t look much older than a second-year student.”

#crueliste #♖ RP THREAD #hope this is okay for a starter if i need to edit anything bop me on discord

[intcrpol]

@streetsteel

Returning to Johto, Shirogane planned to kill two birds with one stone- One task was to simply deal with extended family matters that apparently ‘couldn’t be taken care of over the phone’ (and involved his presence, apparently) while the other was to do some investigating of a lead he’d been mulling over.

The loading docks were located in an industrial sector of a market district also known as a tourist spot due to the period warehouse-style buildings that had survived modernization. As popular as the place was with even locals, it did require a brief commute to get down to that section of the city. Bullet trains didn’t have routes down in that sector, so he had to rely on an older style of light rail, which rocked enough to nearly be classified as a boat. 

The further down into the shopping district Ginjiro traveled, the light and minimalist concrete began to give way to smaller buildings made from dark wood and even walls decorated by old ceramic mosaics that functioned as public partitions between streets. Airy noren curtains of various storefronts and restaurants flapped in the breeze, the cobbled stone walkways all lined with vendors selling seasonal street foods, drinks, and sweets. Nearly everyone there walked or used bicycles to get around, so there wasn’t much car traffic to watch out for. A rotund calico bobtail was dozing peacefully near a street musician’s tip jar, whiskers twitching in the breeze that wafted in from the open doors.

The area would have been a welcome break from the frenetic hustle and bustle of Castelia City, a place that he might have traveled to as a weekend vacation. Instead, he was on the hunt for answers and if that meant beating it out of some unwilling, street level punks then so be it. It had to be somewhere quiet. Unassuming. Common enough to not even register as a blip on the radar of some passerby. Unmarked warehouses around the docks were numerous and he frankly didn’t have the time to check every single one on the off chance it might be housing some far seedier than stacks of plywood and empty plastic barrels.

The state of crime scene still held clues he felt he might be overlooking. Aside from being trashed, there had been streaks of muddy water on the floors of the entrance, as well as small puddles from what was probably crushed ice stuck in the treads of the assailants’ shoes. And if there was ice, then there had to be stock that needed to be kept cold. And not just cold, but fresh.

With Hayato at his side, he walked down the back alleys and service roads to the local fish markets, narrowed eyes scanning the rows of buildings for any signs of life. There wasn’t so much as trawl boat captain around at present, but a glint in the corner of his eye made him come to a halt. The sun was reflecting off of the sleek, mirror shine of a gaudy luxury car- Not just one, but a handful of them conspicuously parked in a neat little row.

Before he could decide how to handle the situation, the random garage door he’d been standing in front of opened- a bit loudly too, the battered metal rattling quite conspicuously and the large shutters were pulled up. His Stoutland let out a low ‘boof’ at the presence of some of the employees, a quick assessment of the interiors and listening to their general chatter gave him a clue as to the work they did. Good a cover as any to hang around the area without looking out of place.

“Excuse me, would you mind entertaining a few questions? I tried calling earlier in the day, but since I was in the neighborhood... Well, I thought I might as well just come on down,” he laughed softly, playing the doddering old man front with practiced ease.

He quite nearly broke character when a scruffy brunette approached him, wiping some grease off of his hands with a rag that frankly looked just as, if not more dirty. There was something strikingly familiar about the man and a brief chill made the hair at the back of his neck stand up- Like someone had just walked over his grave. Even Hayato seemed on edge and his breed of Pokémon never forgot the faces of people they’d had more than passing interactions with.

“I’m sorry, but... Have we spoken before?” he asked after a beat, keeping his expression more neutral, but still approachable.

#streetsteel #♖ RP THREAD #OH NO... I WONDER WHO... HE THINKS JAY RESEMBLES HO HO HO HO #OHHH BOY HERE WE GO EEEEE #Hayato: BOOF

[intcrpol]

@serapostle​

It’s Reality In Love by Toshifumi Hinata that day, an album that Shirogane often finds himself coming back to. It’s more experimental than the usual fare he and Kaworu have delved into previously, interspersed with ambient and atmospheric pieces reminiscent of the film scores from around the 1980s and 1990s. There’s a certain nostalgia that he can’t quite separate from the music, sonorous strings and fluttering harps giving rise to images of a Tokyo surrounded by a deep blue sea filled with all manner of life. 

“Don’t think, just draw,” he reminds the boy, gently so. It’s a shame he can’t move their sessions to his office, but then again he almost appreciates the lack of visual stimulation in the room- In this way, the music can truly shine on it’s own. 

The Fifth Child. A Seed of Life in human form, host to the salvaged soul of Adam. It was difficult to see him as such when he was exposed to media that interested him, displaying an innate curiosity for accomplishments of Lilin culture such as art and music. And yet, there were also moments where Shirogane was sharply reminded that Kaworu simply shared the appearance of being human, that there was still an entity beyond his comprehension present in the image of a child.

After another five minutes, he motions for the boy to stop and looks over his work- Oil pastels this time due to the ease of use and ability to blend, layer, and mix without need of another medium. 

“What were you feeling when you made this one, here-” he inquires, gingerly plucking one of the papers from the small pile at the corner of the table. 

#serapostle #♖ RP THREAD #♖ WHEN ALL HIS FEATHERS BE FROM HIM GONE HE STANDETH STILL HERE AS A STONE [NGE] #hope this is also okay if i need to change anything lmk #just boop me on discord lol

[intcrpol]

@oukido​

The Lounge served as Interpol’s own personal cocktail bar and restaurant, that spring’s seasonal menu featuring dishes such as seared scallops angielica; roasted duck breast served with honey roasted tri-colored carrots; or curry and herb rubbed grilled rack of lamb finished with goat cheese. It was plainly  luxurious, but considering the line of work their agents willingly stepped up for, it could very well be their last meal- Might as well make it count.

The surrounding tables were empty, spare for ornately folded napkins and polished silverware waiting to be used, so he and Oak were afforded a measure of privacy. Shirogane barely seemed to touch his food as truth be told, most of the dishes were far too rich for his liking- But he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to taste a fine rack of expertly prepared lamb.

Each menu item was paired with a suggested wine, though the younger man was free to request any drink he desired (within reason). The conversation was typical, Ginjiro inquiring about Green’s travels and ongoing research with a polite degree of interest.

“Entertain a nosy old man’s curiosity, but I’ve always wondered where you stood on the subject of legendary Pokémon- Do you believe that the knowledge of their existence is something that everyone has a right to claim? Where would you draw the line between research and respecting that certain aspects of these beings will continue to yet remain unknown to us?”

#oukido #♖ RP THREAD #sorry this took 5evur to write up for you #if you want me to change anything just give me a poke on discord #Shirogane: *buttering up Green with food and flattery nothing suspicious here*

[intcrpol]

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@lionfanged​:

‘ i feel as though i am detecting a bit of snark in that statement, mr. shirogane. ‘

but, nothing less was ever expected from interpol’s one and only head of intelligence. even in the beginning stages of their blossoming business relationship, it did not seem terribly uncommon for the occasional quip to pass and forth between them, familiarity by all means breeding a comfortable sense of contempt. there was no joy in the work he fulfilled for interpol, the only benefit to it being the money slid underneath the table for his aid in their illicit projects, and to avoid having his arm twisted behind his back to force him into it either way.

there was truly no avenue of escape, but, it did not mean atticus would not occasionally push back. no fun would be had if he cowed down and submitted each and every time the knife was brought to his throat.

‘ i know i promised results within the month, but... ‘ exhaustedly did he draw a hand to his temple, eyes fluttering shut as though he felt a headache coming on.

the project had been going on for well over a year now, and oh, how intimately he had begun to know the seedy underbelly of interpol that lurked beyond the public’s eye. while disguised in the name of good, their agreement to begin creating pokeballs capable of capturing even already owned pokemon was certainly something easily warped for evil, or in the very least, misguided intentions that had begun as good. even under the promise of the technology being utilized exclusively in reclaiming stolen pokemon, and robbing criminals of their own, atticus had a feeling it would eventually steer itself to someone worse.

no, he didn’t have a feeling. he knew. for he was the one who would precisely ensure this technology would fully backfire upon interpol and the users of it.

‘ we have been hitting a wall. ‘ an honest truth, and an inevitable thing. granted the technology was so new, it was only anticipated that snags would come up, and a year’s time wasn’t nearly enough to work out all of the kinks. ‘ the pokeballs manage to capture the subject, but, they burst after only a minute of holding. it seems something in the original pokeball is causing ours to be unable to maintain the capture for that long. ‘

thus, atticus had called a momentary reprieve, to allow both his own workers and the interpol staff jointly working together the breathing room to recharge for when work would begin once more.

atticus’s eyes opened, peering back to ginjiro.

‘ i realize this technology is incredibly needed, but, i require more time. i still intend on holding up my end and seeing this through to the end, however, rushing it will only result in fatal flaws that will only impede you out in the field. it will bode better to simply wait longer. ‘

Shirogane had one hand occupied with a glass of brandy, while the other was gently scratching beneath the chin of his elderly Stoutland. Hayato has been slower to rise in the morning and the former Chief Inspector was acutely aware of the all too real possibility that one day he might not wake up at all. He’d raised Hayato from a Lillipup and that Pokémon had been with him since the start of everything- The great fire that burned down his family estate, his cavalier days as an agent, the grueling physical therapy after his ‘accident’... As much as he feigned interest in the carefully chosen words King let fall from his pretty lips, his mind was decidedly elsewhere- Circling back to the depressing reality of his companion’s infirmed state.

Perhaps he was letting sentimentality bleed over into work matters, but he nodded and tilted his head back to drain his glass. 

“It’s fine- Give your team a well-earned break from the project. They can rest for a time,” he agreed, tousling Hayato’s left ear. Telling himself not to think about it definitely meant he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night- Not that he slept all that much anyway. Too busy, too many issues at work that needed fixing and he apparently was the only one who remembered to bring a hammer.

“My technicians are looking into a few things, namely concerning the process of releasing a Pokémon from a Trainer’s ownership- We’ll see if delving into somehow replicating the process will pan out into an answer. I’ll have them share their findings with your people at a later date.”

#lionfanged #♖ RP THREAD #he's just a old man worried about his doggie tonight

[intcrpol]

@redemptivity​

The light is dim enough that each swirling plume of smoke seems to glow in the beam of a single pendant lamp- A delicate bubble of steel blue stained glass sliced through the middle like the cross section of a low hanging fruit. Shirogane tilts his head back slightly and exhales a snaking trail towards the ceiling, feeling the Steri-Strips pull at the split corner of his mouth. Blood trickles down the strong angle of his chin, thumb casually wiping a lurid streak of red against pale, paper-thin flesh. He looks like a grinning corpse apart from the eyes- Steely and glinting, belying the amused expression brightening his features. 

Some days he wakes up and can still feel his twisted limbs pinwheeled against the ground, the grit of concrete against his teeth as he breathes in dust and exhales hard enough he can feel flecks of spittle hitting his lower lip. The white-hot, burning agony rendering him unable to do more than heave in lungfuls of dirt with his air- Occasionally rasping out a guttural ‘hhhh’ that strains his bullfrogging throat. The doctors all say he should have died and often times he does feel dead, himself. Dead, but not gone. Watching as life continues to surge forward in waves, all around him. Too powerless to intervene.

“Well, I think that about covers it. Fentanyl is my drug of choice these days, but Morphine never quite goes out of style- Does it?” he chuckles, raising a highball glass to his lips. Here’s hoping his new doc was one of those laissez-faire types, given the background check, but he didn’t rule out a crackdown on his vices to keep his body in prime condition (ha) for research purposes. They’d cross that bridge once they got to it.

“Any questions? I trust the payment is an agreeable amount.”

#redemptivity #♖ WHERE WORLDS COLLIDE AND DAYS ARE DARK [AGENT] #♖ RP THREAD #woop woop here's the scoop #oh no... don't perform extremely dangerous surgery on me you're so sexy

[intcrpol]

@pokemon-arlon

There was much of the world that remained yet unknown, a fact that filled most people with a sense of wonder and eagerness to discover secrets hiding within plain sight. In the International Police’s experience, it usually meant being on the verge of destruction- Whether it be city, region, or even world wide. The existence of powerful mythic beings may be vindicating to trainers hoping to capture said Pokémon, but to the rest of humanity it lead to a distinct unease about what they even truly understood about their own planet. To Shirogane and his superiors, it was their task to keep society from dissolving into chaos, fear, and hysteria. The less mankind knew about such forces and entities, the slimmer the chance was that some delusional person would try and make contact or control them. Even those looking to sate their scientific curiosity couldn’t be trusted to remain pure in their intentions.

There had been reports of minor strange occurrences surrounding more remote areas in northern Kanto, which Interpol had been monitoring prior to the event: a sudden and explosive release of yet unknown energy. Tremors shook the land, electrical plants experienced a tremendous surge of power, citizens reported seeing all manner of bizarre things- plants suddenly erupting into bloom, objects levitating, even reports of spontaneous Pokémon evolution came flooding in through their network of contacts.

After conducting a thorough sweep of the area the shockwaves emanated from, only more questions arose. A man was taken into custody, unremarkable beyond his manner of dress and accessories. Their medical team had little to report as their guest was hale and hearty, if suffering from transient global amnesia. He lacked any identification, there were no records of him having been a resident in the settlements closest to where he was discovered... His existence was a complete mystery.

Ginjiro personally came down to watch the interrogation, unseen behind the one-way observation mirror. His agents had confiscated a stave of sorts from their enigmatic prisoner, though it seemed to be of little import (for now).

Entering the spartan room while flanked by two of his agents, Shirogane took a moment to pull a slim mahogany case from the inside pocket of his coat. From it, he offered the other man a black cigarette with a gold filter- the smell of fine tobacco permeating the air.

“I know that this must be a frustrating process for you, but I appreciate the patience you have displayed throughout our incessant questioning. If there is anything that you can remember, however minor, sharing it with us would certainly expediate your release.”

#pokemonarlon #pokemon-arlon #♖ RP THREAD #hope this is okay it got a little... longwinded #if you want me to edit anything then just nudge me in DMs #Sir Aaron: i honestly have no clue about anything #Shirogane: sounds fake but okay

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@baracaffe

Shirogane’s joints were being difficult due to the cold dampness of the weather, but he eased himself down to pull back the tarp from the body that had been discovered mere hours ago. His suspicions were confirmed when the glare of his flashlight illuminated a pair of bloody dogtags hanging from a chain around the victim’s neck. It wasn’t exactly a great feeling, being right in this kind of context, but at least they knew what they were dealing with.

He’d assigned some of his best to gather the records and start locating surviving veterans of the Kanto War, though there was one man in particular that he needed to speak with face to face. Getting to Vermilion City by helicopter would be the fastest method of travel, even if he wasn’t looking forward the amount of hours he was about to spend in an uncomfortable seat.

Upon arrival, the agents in the area had already secured the perimeter around the Gym.

“Lieutenant- Glad to see you’re still among the living,” he greeted Surge, the tip of his walking cane clicking against the polished floor. “Not to alarm you, but we’re in the middle of investigating a series of murders and I was hoping that you might have some answers... Seeing as all the victims have been members of the military that fought in the Great War. Of course, we have certain officials from Johto cooperating with us to prove they’re not harboring anyone who still carries ill-will over that event. It goes without saying that whoever is behind this has a hefty chip on their shoulder, but do you know of anyone who might have some more personal history with you from that time?”

#baracaffe #♖ RP THREAD #sorry this is a bit late and also short #Figured Shirogane would offer to put Surge under watch/protection since he obviously might be next #if I need to edit anything let me know