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Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 12:40:30 GMT
Elijah's sitting on his couch, or rather, Rory's couch to be exact, cigarette between his lips as he waits. He let himself in, nothing to it really. Well, except there a broken window somewhere, concealed by curtains at this point but still very broken, from where Elijah had slipped in. An unscheduled visit, for better or worse, he has to protect his interests after all, and this would be one of many times they would have to speak.
It wasn't all that difficult to look for Rory's home, not when his face was one of the most recognizable among any other Aqua. Elijah? He was just a magma grunt, shouldn't have a damn clue, except he was part of something else entirely. Plus he did have the cash to spare, it didn't hurt to catch one little magma grunt, hurt him a little and then ask a few question, narrow down the search.
Punch first, ask questions while punching.
And rather than wait until the Aqua Leader appeared, he decided to make himself comfortable in the man's living space. Pilfering through the man's fridge, shoes up on the couch, four cigarettes worth of ash on the table. It could only get worse the longer he's bored.
rory wasn't very careful about his movements. he'll go wherever he wants whenever he wants. he doesn't care. he's not afraid of getting followed or attacked. most of them don't even know who he was. they probably just know him by his nickname. a title he proudly holds. probably not for much longer. things were starting to get very complicated.
his apartment was luxurious. that's what money gets you. or in this case, what your parent's money gets you. he walked up the flight of stairs and stopped on his floor. he reached his front door and tapped a key card against the door, unlocking it as he pushed through.
the place smelled odd. like someone had been smoking. rory knew something was up. he was cautious. he flicked on the lights to see some fuck boy sitting on his couch, smoking away as he made himself comfortable. ash on the table, feet kicked up. dude was chilling like he owned the place.
but it was a face he recognized. an old aqua supplier. he helped pay for some parts for the submarine.
"you fucker," he said. he stood where he was. he was on guard, he had no idea why the guy was here. "what do you want?" he barked.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 3, 2015 11:38:04 GMT
Good, he hasn't been stabbed yet, Elijah considers her luck to be exceptionally well today. "What? You're not going to offer me a drink?" He smiles amicably, makes a show of putting down his feet, and takes a deep breath from his cigarette. A quick tap on his stick scatters ash all over the floor, but the blonde doesn't look all that worried. It's not his house anyway.
He doesn't appreciate being called a fucker but he reckons he can let it slide. It's probably the shock of finding someone else in his home, or at least Elijah didn't think Rory would be that rude. Maybe. It might as well be the very same surprise that kept them civilized for now.
"Have you forgotten?" Comes the quick question. Rory's right, better to cut to the chase, who knew how long his luck would last. Elijah might have skimmed the place for weapons, but he can't be sure that he managed to cover every single one. He does have a knife in his pocket though, fat luck it would do him if he's too slow though.
"I have a cumulative interest in your organization. And since my messages don't seem to reach you, I thought I'd drop by myself." The messages are a lie, he's never sent them, not since his days back in Johto when he'd kept a semi-regular correspondence. And even then it was fleeting and uncaring. But now that he was in Hoenn himself, he thought that he might as well get involved. Not like he had better things to do.
"So, how far along are you with your little Poseidon project?~"
rory could only laugh at the audacity this guy had. to come into his house and to lounge around like he owned the place. and now he was even telling rory what to do. he had a knife holstered around his ankle right now. wouldn't hurt to take it out and do some damage. but he refrained himself for now.
he strode over to the kitchen where he opened up the fridge. fucker even went through his fridge. he sighed and took out a bottle of beer, popping the cap off against the marble counter. he took a sip and smirked at the guy on the couch. he didn't offer him one, obviously.
"it's funny," he said. with the bottle of beer in his hand he walked over to the other side of the counter. he leaned against it, staring at the blonde on the couch. he had gotten the cigarette ash on the table and on the carpet. "i've never received any of your messages. why's that?" he asked.
ah, the poseidon project. most of the funding went to building a submarine to find the legendary pokemon. he wasn't going to share details with some nobody, even if he was an old supplier.
"what's your name again?" he asked. he tried to avoid the question. "heard you were a rich kid."
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 4, 2015 5:23:01 GMT
His eyes followed the beer, but he doesn't ask for one. He can see a bait when it's being dangled on a hook in front of him, thank you very much. Instead he shrugs and smiles, tearing his eyes away from the beer to appear as confused as Rory might be. "I've sent at least four message. Maybe the courier Spearow met a little trouble." He shrugs. More lies, what was new.
It's all for the better that Rory's forgotten his name, or at least has remembered him enough to trust his words. That he could use to his advantage.
"Rich kid. Sure, we'll go with that. I'm hurt that you don't remember me though." He stays on the couch, the distance between them comfortable enough for Elijah. The more space the better. "Dexter, pleasure to be reacquainted." He places the emphasis, hoping to guilt Rory for forgetting but he highly doubts that.
"So. Going back to my question. How are you spending all that money we've dumped on you, hmm?" His eyes narrow, tone of voice taking a serious approach. "What areas have you explored? Are you even chartering explorations?"
"maybe," he replied. a spearow courier was absurd. but he played along for now. when rory challenged the old leader and overthrew him he wasn't interested in the assets aqua had. he delegated management of those to some admin he trusted. he just wanted to be in power.
he however did familiarize himself with the projects aqua had. he knew about a lot of them when he was an admin. but the submarine was something he wasn't assigned to work on. he took an interest in it almost immediately. owning a legendary pokemon would make him unstoppable.
"why so curious?" he asked. he knew the answer to that. if rory invested a shit ton of money into something he'd be interested too. but he just wondered why now. why not earlier? or later? he drank his beer and crossed his arms. "your money's being well spent," he replied.
"we're close," he continued, "you need not worry." that was a lie. they're no closer to finding kyogre than they were a year ago. sneaky fish.
"what do you do again? or do you just mooch your parent's money?"
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 5, 2015 11:15:17 GMT
Still no actual answers. Things were worse off than he initially thought. Or perhaps Rory was withholding information on purpose. Neither options sounded good to Elijah. "Don't you think I have the right to be curious. It is my money after all, and certain promises were made by the previous leader." Which is just a passive-aggressive jab that Rory was doing a shitty job. Clearly he knew nothing about business politics.
"I suppose you're doing a better job than the old leader, considering you are still in power." Another flick of the cigarette and the ash goes scattering away. "And it's a chance to see a legendary pokemon, who'd give that up." Johto didn't quite have such large pokemon for legends, most of them small and quick, too fleeting to be called in for a search considering they were quick to run away at any sign of humans. Kyogre and Groudon however, were massive pokemon. It wasn't so much of a question as to trapping them, more how it was to take them down. But first they needed to know where those fat bastards were hiding.
"And how would I know where the money's being spent? Can you show me papers or documentation about where it is you've searched? Or wait, don't tell me, have you been sitting on your ass surrounded by woman for the past few months." It's surprisingly not difficult to have someone stalk the resident pretty boy. Rumors were easy to follow, gossip travels quick. Elijah would know.
What did he do? A brow rises at the question. "Oh investments here and there, much like your endeavor I try to support as many of these interesting expeditions as possible." He smiles, all teeth, looks more like a leer to be honest. "I'm independent, where money is concerned." And that was all he was going to say about that matter. As if he'd tell Rory any more about himself.
He gives the room a once over. "And this is quite a nice place. You're certainly well off. I bet it gets all the ladies."
"i don't share his promises," he replied. he watched as the blonde flicked his cigarette, letting the ash fall onto the floor. yeah, blondie was really getting on his nerves. but he did have a point. the old leader was a piece of shit who did nothing for aqua. rory's done more now than they ever did.
he was about to respond until he heard the comment about the women. and while it wasn't false it just ticked him off. rory grinned and took another sip of his beer, soon finishing it off. he placed it gently against the counter, rotating the bottle so the label faced dexter.
so far his legacy as aqua leader is how many girls he's slept with. not too bad of a legacy, he guessed. could be worse. he walked back to the door and opened it up, gesturing for the blonde to leave.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 8, 2015 16:23:13 GMT
"Clearly." Nothing like the old leader, at least this one was easy on the eyes. Doesn't deny his promiscuous streak, Elijah notes.
His gaze turns to disbelief as Rory open the door, eyes narrow as he gets up anyway moving for the door. For a moment, he wants to say something really witty, somewhere along the lines of you suck and go die but with more dignity than can be managed. He nearly does, mouth opening to spew words of nonsense and insult.
Apparently thinking better than to do, he closes his mouth and let off a snort. Not by much though, a new idea popping into his head, as instead of leaving he aims his left elbow at Rory's chest, one foot already kicking the door shut while his right hand goes for the knife in his pocket.
rory kept his guard up as he watched the blonde walk over to the door. and thankfully so. his hands moved fast as the door was kicked shut. his hand shot up to his chest to try and cushion the blow. it didn't work very well. he stumbled back a few spaces, knocking over one or two picture frames on the dresser. his eyes caught the knife that was just pulled out. he reached for his as well, quickly bending down to retrieve it from his ankle.
"you fucker."
in a quick fashion rory tossed the knife towards dexter's body. he followed the knife and moved forward, swinging his left leg towards dexter's right hand. he was trying to get the knife away. eliminate the stupid knives so they could have a good fist fight.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 16, 2015 12:43:17 GMT
The comes zipping past, clipping him on the ear as it goes spinning away. He grits his teeth through the sharp flicker of pain, feeling blood leak down his cheek, as he blocks the kick as quickly as he can. It doesn't quite work out, he hadn't had a lot of time, and the kick ends up jarring his hands, fingers smashing against his own knife's handle. The knife drops to the floor, useless unless he wanted to spend what precious time he had to pick it up.
Instead, he pushes away, taking a few steps back to get his bearings before quickly bringing his fists closer to his, posturing like a boxer. Well, Rory's certainly seems ready to fight, Elijah wouldn't want to disappoint. Their reach was just about the same, and the man has at least proven then he can kick. So Elijah heads in close, not allowing much room for Rory to get a full kick in. He hops forward, aiming a couple of jabs on Rory's chest, sticking close. Perhaps he could overwhelm him, after all, the man had already stumbled back, at least slightly winded from it.
