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01 $$ [video/action for Rocket base]

Excuse me!

[ A man with a long white ponytail and an immaculately tailored (though unusually green) suit graces your PokéGear screen this morning. He appears rather put out, for some reason. ]

I demand to know who is in charge here! I ask that you kindly return me to where I came from! I'm a very busy man, and I don't appreciate being... kidnapped, or whatever it is you've done to me!

[ He pauses, takes a breath, and smooths down the front of his suit. ]

Whoever you are, it is in your best interest to release me before my employees get here. [ His lip curls. ] And if you were going to go so far as to provide me with clothes, you might at least have made them a bit more fashionable. How you expected me to wear those rags...

[ Having said his piece, he reaches for the Gear, presumably to turn it off, when a long green snout comes abruptly into view, sniffing inquisitively. His Snivy's curious about the lighty box, it seems. ]

Ah, yes - and if someone could elucidate me as to what exactly these... creatures are, it would be most appreciated. At least this one seems to have good sense, for the most part - stop smelling that!

[ The Snivy straightens up, trying to look dignified. This is the sort of Snivy who would never think of sticking his face all over a PokéGear. What would make you think that? ]

[ The man, for his part, turns back to the camera. ] If you can provide me with some answers as to what's going on in this place, I will see to it that you are handsomely rewarded. The sooner, the better.

[ And the feed shuts off. ]

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[ Any Rockets hanging around the base, feel free to bug Valmont if you run into him in the hallway! You'll recognize him. He's the one in very non-regulation green and a foul mood. ]

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[ HE DOESN'T HANG OUT IN THE FISH CANNERY BECAUSE HE WANTS TO OK ]

[ Valmont scoffs. ] I suppose if you enjoy looking like you've escaped from the circus, who am I to stop you? [ Seriously, he can't play fashion police for everyone. He'd be here all day. ]

Well, I can't imagine whatever you have to do is quite as important as all that. [ Because no one is as important as himself, obviously. Still, the secrecy is intriguing. ] What's your line of work, might I ask?

[Calm down, honey, you're still pretty.

...or, well, you would be if you had any self-awareness regarding your outfit, because man alive that color isn't nice on anybody, but he digresses. That said, how to answer, how to answer...]

Ah, well! There's no way to describe it without simplifying it horribly, but I suppose you could call me a personal bodyguard...yes, that's probably the best way to put it, I think.

[...Well, okay then, Agent Peacock. Bodyguard it is today.]

[ It's better than purple >:|

He is pretty, though, thank you for noticing. ]

A bodyguard, hmm? [ Could be useful. Try not to alienate the man. ] I don't suppose you'd be in need of employment while you're here, would you? Don't worry, the rest of my employees also dress appallingly. You'll fit right in.

[ Nailed it. ]

[Sir...]

Do you find yourself in such dire need of protection here, monsieur?

[He'll let the comment about his wardrobe go for now, because that...that is possibly the first truly interesting thing you've said so far.]

[ The short answer is no, not anymore, really, but... ]

It never hurts to be protected, especially in my line of work. Considering that my usual employees are still absent, I thought it might be prudent to seek out new ones. And it sounds like you have the skills I require, Mr. ...? [ He raises an eyebrow. Why haven't you told him your name already, gosh. ]

[Mm.]

I have enough skills to know to not sign a contract when my prospective employer hasn't even told me what it is he does for a living.

[...do you...usually just grab college-age guys off the street and go YES YOU, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'LL WORK or...]

Edited 2014-10-08 08:37 (UTC)

[ Yes, actually. At least, he does when he's desperate. And he's been desperate for a while. ]

I'm in... ah, acquisitions. Artifacts, mainly. [ He's a crime boss, ok. He steals stuff. ]

[ A pause. He feels a bit silly asking this next question, but if there's anywhere he's likely to be believed, it's this world, what with its plethora of ridiculous creatures. ] What's your experience with the supernatural?

[O...kay, so you steal stuff. And from the sound of it you have little henchmen and everything; how adorable!

...no really, he's finding this cute as hell. It's a welcome change from what he usually deals with, anyway...at any rate, one of his hands settles lightly on his chest, while the other is quick to bury itself in the front of his hair.]

Unfortunately, any experience I may have with otherworldly realms is limited to what I've read. Though for what it's worth, I'm far from a skeptic - something on your mind?

[ Said henchmen are adorable, thank you, not that that thought would ever cross Valmont's mind in a thousand years. But they are. Adorably incompetent, but still. ]

Ah - yes. I ask because the supernatural has a disturbing tendency to find me. Demons, specifically. [ Does he sound crazy yet? He hopes he doesn't sound crazy. ] On the one hand, it would have been useful had you known how to deal with such things. On the other, I suppose it's a good thing you're not bringing anything else undesirable with you.

[ Valmont you've had no indication yet that he actually wants to work for you... ]

[>Tsukiyama
>not bringing anything else undesirable with him
>where do we even start]

Assuming I'll work with you already, are you? Dolce, dolce - I admire a man with confidence!

[...okay, now he's just messing with him plain and simple, but...hm.]

May I ask where you're located? Hopefully not in that charming little town in the middle of nowhere.

[ Valmont's taking Tsukiyama at his word. yes please work for him he needs you ]

Currently? I'm in some sort of underground complex, I believe. At least, I assume it's underground - I certainly haven't seen any windows. So I couldn't tell you what sort of town it's in. I really shall have to go exploring.

...If you are where I think you are, you're actually near an acquaintance of mine...how interesting.

[And...well, while it's entirely possible that you need him, there is all of one reason he's considering right now, that being:]

Of course, there is still the matter of compensation to discuss - pro bono work is for the charitable or the stupid, and I'm neither. So! What sort of salary are you offering?

[...Holla holla get $$$, apparently.

Look, it's better than working retail and somehow he doubts this place is in need of social workers.]

Oh? I don't suppose your acquaintance is another bodyguard, is he? [ If he is, Valmont could put together a whole team of them! The Enforcers mark 2! ]

Well. Unfortunately, none of my money seems to have made it here with me. [ Which is probably a good thing - he didn't actually have too much in the first place. Turns out being demonically possessed takes a toll on your finances. ] But as soon as I make it home, I promise, you will be very richly compensated. [ Once he gets rich again. Which he will! Really! ] In the meantime...

[ Huh. They've given him some money here, it seems. P3000? It doesn't look like any currency he's ever heard of, but maybe it's worth something. He brandishes it at the camera. ]

I don't suppose you have any idea how much this is worth, do you?

[...sir he is fairly sure you just flashed roughly the equivalent of 3000 yen at him, since the exchange rate looks about right when he tries to buy things here...hm.]

If it's the same amount I started out with, I'd say that's approximately...I don't know. Twenty-eight dollars, American? A bit over seventeen, pounds sterling.

[Because you sound very British.

...it's worth it to have parents that work in international shipping sometimes.]

Edited (...brain went one way, sentence went another) 2014-10-12 01:49 (UTC)

...Well. That's not very much at all, then. [ He looks quite put out. Whoever brought him here couldn't have done the courtesy of giving him a decent sum of money for his troubles?

Also, as it happens, he is very British. However did you know. ]

I don't suppose you take skunks? [ He turns the camera on his Stunky, who has the good sense to look affronted. You're not getting rid of her that easily! ]

[That...honestly, he just kind of laughs at that.]

I'll tell you what, monsieur - take me to dinner once I get to town and we'll talk. I'm a reasonable man, I can negotiate.

Very well. But as you're aware, none of my money has made it here with me. [ His vast, vast amounts of money that he actually has. Really. ] So if we're to go anywhere particularly nice, you may find yourself footing most of the bill. [ Or all of it. Please. A free meal would be very nice. ]

Am I to know the name of my dining partner, then? [ Giving your own name first is for the common people. ]

Make it worth my while and I'll pay.

[...dude, from the sound of it he wants somewhere nice. Either there are ulterior motives at hand, he's attempting to date you, or he just figures you're the sort to ferret out the actual good places around here.

...it's totally the last one, for the record.]

My name is Shuu Tsukiyama - surname preferred, naturellement. And yourself?

[ If Tsukiyama is attempting to date him, he'll have to get in line behind Raikov. Someone's popular. ]

Valmont. [ Clearly they're in accord on the surname thing. ] I shall see you soon, then, Mr. Tsukiyama. I do look forward to it.

[You're a bit old for him, sorry.]

Likewise, Monsieur Valmont.

[And with that, he's out.]

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