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hughes 001 † hunting for information
Who: Hughes & Mustang
Where: Goldenrod? Yes, Goldenrod.
When: Day after the train incident; so Nov 24th, some time during the afternoonish
Summary: Hughes learned some stuff about his future from Kimblee, and he wants a bit more information
Rating: PG? PG-13 at most
Log:
It's been a few days since his arrival here, and Maes is slowly beginning to get used to the hang of things. He'd actually missed the whole train fiasco, in favor of doing more research about this strange new land and those creatures called "Pokemon." (That, and the fact that he'd never actually gotten any sort of memo about the operation. Which, he counted as a good thing. Maybe those Rockets forgot who he was, and he could just slip through the system without having to really worry about anything.)
Though, he'd definitely been close enough to experience part of that plot, simply by proxy. Now he understood what Kimblee had been so cryptic about. Team Rocket... was definitely not to be taken lightly. And they were no doubt made all the more dangerous with the help of Kimblee.
But this turn of events had also left Maes with an unsettling feeling. Everything Kimblee had said to him thus far had been true. Which meant that there was less and less of a chance that he'd been lying about Maes' death. Even still, it wasn't something that Maes was altogether ready to just accept, yet.
He'd been putting off asking anyone, simply because, well, he wasn't sure he wanted to open up that bag. It was certainly not something he'd want to discuss with the Elrics or Winry. And he didn't know most of the other Amestrians here well enough to just approach them with a casual, "hey, since you already know a bit about me, tell me, am I dead?"
So it just left Roy. And Maes wasn't too excited about that, either. If he had died, then... knowing Roy, he imagined it wasn't something the man would readily want to talk about. Particularly not with the dead person himself. But, after holding off for a few days, the question simply needed to be answered. He needed to know. After all, how was he supposed to accomplish anything dead? He kept thinking to himself, maybe -- just maybe -- if he knew the details, he could rush back home and point his future in another direction: Not leave his wife without a husband, his daughter without a father, and not break his promise to Roy to see him to the top. (Though, it did seem that Roy was doing quite well on his own, from the little information Maes had gleaned from Kimblee. This, at least, was good news.)
If nothing else, he wanted to make sure his family was well taken care of after his death. He wanted to hear from Roy -- one of the people he trusted most in the world -- that his wife was doing alright, and that little Elicia was still happy and unharmed.
Even with all of his determination, when he spots Roy at their agreed upon meeting place, Maes suddenly felt a wave of second guesses. What if he didn't want to know? What if Roy wouldn't talk about it? It felt wrong to ask Roy to talk about the death of a friend.
He approaches with shoulder slumped and manages an uncharacteristically unenthusiastic wave.
"Yo."
Where: Goldenrod? Yes, Goldenrod.
When: Day after the train incident; so Nov 24th, some time during the afternoonish
Summary: Hughes learned some stuff about his future from Kimblee, and he wants a bit more information
Rating: PG? PG-13 at most
Log:
It's been a few days since his arrival here, and Maes is slowly beginning to get used to the hang of things. He'd actually missed the whole train fiasco, in favor of doing more research about this strange new land and those creatures called "Pokemon." (That, and the fact that he'd never actually gotten any sort of memo about the operation. Which, he counted as a good thing. Maybe those Rockets forgot who he was, and he could just slip through the system without having to really worry about anything.)
Though, he'd definitely been close enough to experience part of that plot, simply by proxy. Now he understood what Kimblee had been so cryptic about. Team Rocket... was definitely not to be taken lightly. And they were no doubt made all the more dangerous with the help of Kimblee.
But this turn of events had also left Maes with an unsettling feeling. Everything Kimblee had said to him thus far had been true. Which meant that there was less and less of a chance that he'd been lying about Maes' death. Even still, it wasn't something that Maes was altogether ready to just accept, yet.
He'd been putting off asking anyone, simply because, well, he wasn't sure he wanted to open up that bag. It was certainly not something he'd want to discuss with the Elrics or Winry. And he didn't know most of the other Amestrians here well enough to just approach them with a casual, "hey, since you already know a bit about me, tell me, am I dead?"
So it just left Roy. And Maes wasn't too excited about that, either. If he had died, then... knowing Roy, he imagined it wasn't something the man would readily want to talk about. Particularly not with the dead person himself. But, after holding off for a few days, the question simply needed to be answered. He needed to know. After all, how was he supposed to accomplish anything dead? He kept thinking to himself, maybe -- just maybe -- if he knew the details, he could rush back home and point his future in another direction: Not leave his wife without a husband, his daughter without a father, and not break his promise to Roy to see him to the top. (Though, it did seem that Roy was doing quite well on his own, from the little information Maes had gleaned from Kimblee. This, at least, was good news.)
If nothing else, he wanted to make sure his family was well taken care of after his death. He wanted to hear from Roy -- one of the people he trusted most in the world -- that his wife was doing alright, and that little Elicia was still happy and unharmed.
Even with all of his determination, when he spots Roy at their agreed upon meeting place, Maes suddenly felt a wave of second guesses. What if he didn't want to know? What if Roy wouldn't talk about it? It felt wrong to ask Roy to talk about the death of a friend.
He approaches with shoulder slumped and manages an uncharacteristically unenthusiastic wave.
"Yo."
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Then what about this one?
[ Pulling out the picture of Elicia eating cake. Or more like, smearing cake all over her lower face. ]
I just had to developed right before I arrived here~ Isn't she cute? You should've taken time off work to come to her birthday party!
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After a while, he straightens his composure a little. ]
Ah, speaking of Pokemon... how is your quest for those gym badges going?
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I've averaged about one a month. I've got five now, and will be heading back to Olivine City to claim my sixth soon.
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[ He sounds quite impressed at your progress. ]
I'll go snoop around this Team Rocket. See what I can find out about them.
[ Laughs ] We may have to act like enemies the next time we meet.
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[A shrug. He seems pretty confident that he could put on such an act.]
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[ There's got to be some way for them to report progress to each other, right? ]
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Hey, I've never let anything slip before, right?
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[ A pause. ]
And if you need anything... [ A smile, and a pat on the shoulder. You let me know's what that means. ]