#intcrpol

[darkestaken]

OLD MAN?????

[tcpdog]

[Shirogane somewhere, shaking his fist menacingly: STOP BEING HOT, ARCHER, I CAN ONLY LOSE SO MANY AGENTS TO YOUR WILES.]

Archer, having just finished murdering one agent and getting ready for his second murder date: Can't wait to find out how many 'so many' is. xoxo

[vindictes]

*straight up tries to kill him* Hold still, this is what the kids call 'love language'-

" i take your word on it, friend, " men who are so normal about holding each other at gunpoint. / @intcrpol

[intcrpol]

JUSTICE is simply the absence of INJUSTICE

ωяιттєи ву ѕσ∂α & σℓινє

ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @ʙʏʟᴜɴᴀ

[redlegend-a]

@intcrpol​

"Indeed."

The Stoutland standing proudly at Shirogane's side looks up at the familiar Trainer, letting out a soft 'whuff' in greeting.

The silver haired operative ruffles his Pokemon's ears with a fond hum, rolling an expensive looking fountain pen between his fingers in silent thought.

"Have you considered my offer, then? I doubt you would have traveled all this way to merely refuse."

He nods curt, a quick ‘yes’. And there’s no followup. 

It’s been a long time, after all. Things... change.

‘Needed help and people don’t sign. Something really scary.’

Not exactly the word for it. He tries to fish for something else, but nothing else comes to mind so he just lets his fingers dangle in front of Stoutland.

Good to see you too.

‘Have some time to talk?’

[oukido]

[Anybody acknowledging trauma gets the Pacha OKAY HAND in my opinion. Seriously though, I know we had like. One thread before I disappeared, but I really enjoyed what we were talking about going for and I just love writers who go super in-depth with their portrayals, like yes- finally, some good food. Let's do it again, 11/10.]

portrayal meme.

YESSSSS WE GOTTA WRITE AGAIN i was so excited to see you were back, too. THANK YOUUUUU

[kingsblde]

BEGIN. // @intcrpol

this is a waste of both my time and his.

such was the thought when ginjiro shirogane had introduced himself and asked for a moment to talk, and the same line of thought existed now as he tilted back in his chair, arms folded and legs crossed. what could easily be dismissed as an utter lack of care was quite the opposite--he was steaming beneath the surface. an infiltrator, in his league? pride and ego took heavy blows alike when finding that little detail out. the last thing he ever desired was for one of rocket in his midst, and it was only a matter of time before the media found out and he was grilled constantly for his failure.

sitting here, going round and round in endless circles, would do nothing in catching the culprit.

‘ you think i’m not? ‘ the first remark was ignored. lance cared little what destruction came to life wherever he went. thus far, his leads hadn’t been wrong, but, it had only been petty operations. it was as if they knew of what he was planning ahead of time, vacating the premises, or almost managing to fully clean them out, before he came. it wasn’t as if anyone innocent was being harmed.

but the matter of his league?

the chair slammed back down to the floor, and lance leveled shirogane with a stare bearing the same ferocity of a dragonite’s hyperbeam.

‘ i have been ritually screening all of the members of our league, ‘ he growled. ‘ gym trainers, staffers, leaders, interns. you think i just sit around on my ass basking in the fact that under my leadership, one of those snakes managed to slither in? it makes my skin crawl to think about it, and so, yes, mr. shirogane, i have been keeping a closer eye with my league. ‘

perhaps closer than need be. at their last conference, giovanni had remarked on how stiff he had become, asking if perhaps he required help with the new regulations he had begun to roll out since the ordeal had begun. maybe he did need his help...

with a sigh, lance leaned back into his seat, thumb and forefinger coming to pinch the bridge of his nose.

‘ what exactly is it that you want me to do, then? you cannot stop me from doing my searches. ‘

[thiirdboy]

@intcrpol​ replied: Shirogane: *SNAPS A PEN IN HALF, HIS OVERPROTECTIVE DAD SENSE IS TINGLING*

ILLEGAL. HE JUST WANTS TO SMOOCH A BOY AND MAYBE HOLD HIS HAND. HE CAN’T HAVE TWO DADS SQUINTING AT HIM PLEASE

[streetsteel]

[A complex and punchy citrus peel aroma of yuzu and fresh green bamboo is what captures the attention first, a refreshing wake-up call. An underlying base of white musk, amber, vanilla, and oakmoss shines at the heart of the fragrance, enveloped by clear notes of pink pepper. There’s a spirit that is bold and zesty to the scent, it remains something innately uplifting but shockingly gentle- like the warmth of an unexpected smile.]

DOES IS JAY STIMKY — ACCEPTING 

hhhhh that's such a sweet descriptions and it may fit what we know of Jay, but tbh he'll pick a scent in relation to what works well with his skin (ever had a bad experience with a perfume you thought smelled good until you had it on you and surprise, smells pungent like heckin piss in the house? I did and I drove back from Sephora with my test wrist out the window) but also with what he wants to project

He probably wouldn't go for anything too citrusy, and vanilla can be a bit overpowering sometimes, but musk and amber especially work with him. He's not exactly delicate or subtle, especially not with what he likes to project to others, so he'd rather go for something frank and straightforward. It's like wine tasting: if he ever went, he wouldn't care much about the undertones and the bouquet, but more on immediately noticeable things like dryness, sweetness and 'do I like it.'

[blizzardrush]

��I want to know who you hated.”

Send these

[ accepting ]

    Russians have the spetsnaz. Canadians have ninjas.

[tcpdog]

sues him for assault with The Law™.

[vindictes]

Shiro is caught staring, so he's going to use Baby-Doll Eyes!

[TEEN SHENANIGANS, TEEN SHENANIGANS-]

         and he keeps staring for a good ten seconds even after getting caught.          shit. fuck. idiot.

          “  i have to go,  ”  he flicks away his cigarette and hastily checks that ridiculously expensive watch on his wrist, too quickly to even fully grasp the time.  “  –  before mom notices i left without permisson.  ”

@intcrpol

[godconsume]

BEGIN. // @intcrpol

there hadn’t been a single beat of hesitation in weaving through the throngs of people when spotting a particularly significant figure. even with the brim of his hat dipped low to shadow his face, sakaki recognized hijm instantly. the sharp-cut figure, the unique walking cane, and of course, the elderly stoutland that perked at the sight of his approach, seemingly little details that pieced together a larger puzzle.

sakaki put on a host’s most proper smile as he gave a shallow bow, a gloved hand settled atop his heart in a gesture of sincere happiness to see such an esteemed guest. flanking him, persian seemed less than eager to play the role of kiss ass, studying, no, scrutinizing hayato and ginjiro alike. her determination was revealed with her sitting down and turning her head away. unworthy, but, to be tolerated. for the sake of her master.

‘ we are honored that you would select our little tournament of all of the tournaments occurring this season to come visit. i imagine unova puts on quite the show. ‘

for that was where shirogane typically ran the show, wasn’t it? moles planted in every possible part of interpol, still, the life of its supposedly retired director remained under a mysterious veil that had turned out rather difficult to pierce to glean information from. but if there was one thing for certain, ginjiro shirogane did not seem the sort to go off gallivanting to another country to watch a pre-season tournament. sakaki’s eyes briefly flicker to hayato, his stoutland in question. visibly elderly, with nothing else suspect. hardly did he anticipate shirogane had caught wind of the corrupt member of the league, but, his presence nevertheless warranted some healthy caution. there was a reason for his being there.

‘ you know what it is like with the kids these days, i’m sure. ‘ a grin split sakaki’s look of humility, a hint of ego flashing through. ‘ big dreams and inflated sense of self seems to make them believe that they are already enough for the champion’s throne without even making it past their first gym leader. ‘

a soft huff of laughter, and his attention diverted back to the stadium’s heart. the gathered crowd had picked up into a roar--it seemed a decisive move had been made, and the battle’s victory had been seized by misty. he caught glimpse of her pumping her fist excitedly in the air before giving a wave to her audience, bright-eyed and clearly delighted that, even in the off-season, she could simultaneously demonstrate her talents while keeping them sharp.

chuckling, sakaki looked back to their honored guest.

‘ if there is anything that i may assist you with during your time here, you are welcome to let me know. lance is out on business, and i am acting in his stead. ‘

[redlegend-a]

did we meet on the Anne?

[oukido]

2, 10, 15

Who was your first muse?

i don't really remember... i think i was in tf2 rp way back in like 2010. a character from that most likely. before that i mostly just rped ocs

Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

i think it'd be funny. yes. but i'd be a little intimidated and he'd probably think i'm a loser

What do you look for in a rp partner?

someone who wants to write stories with me. just as eager to dig into it as i am. clear communication. enthusiasm :)

munday meme

[lionfanged]

@intcrpol sent eons ago and im finally answering christmas is year round idk what ur saying :

An envelope arrives, hand delivered from one of Shirogane's personal assistants. It contains a letter informing King that he has an open reservation he may accept at any time at the esteemed Makalapua Estate and Winery in Alola. A slim letterpressed card displays their seasonal menu, though the option to have customized wine and food pairings is certainly available. Along with brief descriptions of the amenities is a note thanking King Enterprises for their ongoing research efforts.

the first inclination atticus felt was to laugh. what exactly could anyone present to a man who could afford a private island as a gift? even longtime peers struggled with the notion of giving atticus anything that was not custom made and tailored to his preferences, often forgoing the price tag of such an endeavor by simply sending their regards with a card.

when receiving an envelope postmarked as having come from shirogane (and doubly so reassured of its origin by it being handed off by one of his assistants, who flushed and looked quickly away when thanked with a flirty wink), such had been the assumed case. it would be a customary bidding of a happy holiday, as atticus had, in turn, send to his fleet of business partners and other such associates. after all, it was quite frowned upon to neglect the acknowledgment of anyone in your public sphere, lest silence be taken in bad faith.

as a result, his surprise was truly genuine when, as he skimmed through the letter, it informed him of a reservation made in his name for an estate in alola. the notion tickled him--shirogane, going out of his way to humor him with some arrangement at a fancy winery he had the funds to buy if he so chose? he knew he was surely aware of this, but, it is still a fine enough gift. even if it was a trip atticus could easily afford of his own will, it likewise was never something that had crossed his mind to partake in.

‘ would he like a personal thank you, or a formal letter? ‘

cairo never answered the question left out to the open air, currently locked in a deep sleep where he dreamed of pursuing zebstrika over the open plains of unova.

with a hint of fondness to his smile as he regarded his snoozing companion, atticus tucked the letter back into its envelope. perhaps, rather than his usual of pawning off these myriad of gifts onto willing employees, he will actually take up this offer.