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route_10652012-04-30 02:56 am
determinator) wrote in route_10652012-04-30 02:56 am
Emmy, the totally cunning and manipulative mastermind
Who: Frank Archer (determinator) and Jean Descole (scientificflair)
Where: The Team Rocket Base, Goldenrod City
When: Nighttime, April 29
Summary: Archer has some serious questions for Descole concerning a British woman he absolutely loathes. For very good reasons, of course.
Rating: PG? Possibly higher if Archer starts swearing.
Log: He spoke to Cobra earlier that night. The information he got was certainly not to his liking.
Descole had taken Emmy Altava's name to protect her; that was the only explanation. There simply wasn't anything else that could possibly explain it. On top of that, Descole had accused Archer of placing Emmy's name on the list due to personal reasons.
Archer had taken a couple of hours to attempt to calm down. He had managed to get the tremors under control at least; though the scowl was still in place and he still looked prepared to shank anyone who so much as dared to look at him.
He knew Descole was working within the science division - it was likely he would be holed up in the labs down there. Sure, he might come across the white-haired woman who looked like she wanted to stab him in the face with a scalpel or Gorthan, and sure, it might have been easier to just call Descole and arrange a meeting... But Archer was furious. He wasn't thinking straight, even after a couple of hours of playing with his cats.
No one had dared accuse him of something so low before. He held plenty of personal grudges; that wasn't the issue. Archer had never once crossed the line between personal and business when it came to something like this. Any personal dislike he held was ignored for work. Of course Descole didn't know this. It was ridiculous to get angry at Descole for something he couldn't have possibly known.
...At the same time, he must have gotten this idea from somewhere. It was possible he was there at the Masquerade and overheard Archer's little... tirade. Even so, that was directed more at Kimblee than at Emmy. He planned to find out just what motivated Descole to insult him like that - and while he was at it, he'd obtain information on just what Descole was trying to do by feeding Cobra lies about Emmy.
He entered the lab, stopping in the doorway and folding his arms. "Descole." The name was clipped short and enunciated harshly. "I need to have a word with you. In private."
determinator) and Jean Descole (scientificflair)Where: The Team Rocket Base, Goldenrod City
When: Nighttime, April 29
Summary: Archer has some serious questions for Descole concerning a British woman he absolutely loathes. For very good reasons, of course.
Rating: PG? Possibly higher if Archer starts swearing.
Log: He spoke to Cobra earlier that night. The information he got was certainly not to his liking.
Descole had taken Emmy Altava's name to protect her; that was the only explanation. There simply wasn't anything else that could possibly explain it. On top of that, Descole had accused Archer of placing Emmy's name on the list due to personal reasons.
Archer had taken a couple of hours to attempt to calm down. He had managed to get the tremors under control at least; though the scowl was still in place and he still looked prepared to shank anyone who so much as dared to look at him.
He knew Descole was working within the science division - it was likely he would be holed up in the labs down there. Sure, he might come across the white-haired woman who looked like she wanted to stab him in the face with a scalpel or Gorthan, and sure, it might have been easier to just call Descole and arrange a meeting... But Archer was furious. He wasn't thinking straight, even after a couple of hours of playing with his cats.
No one had dared accuse him of something so low before. He held plenty of personal grudges; that wasn't the issue. Archer had never once crossed the line between personal and business when it came to something like this. Any personal dislike he held was ignored for work. Of course Descole didn't know this. It was ridiculous to get angry at Descole for something he couldn't have possibly known.
...At the same time, he must have gotten this idea from somewhere. It was possible he was there at the Masquerade and overheard Archer's little... tirade. Even so, that was directed more at Kimblee than at Emmy. He planned to find out just what motivated Descole to insult him like that - and while he was at it, he'd obtain information on just what Descole was trying to do by feeding Cobra lies about Emmy.
He entered the lab, stopping in the doorway and folding his arms. "Descole." The name was clipped short and enunciated harshly. "I need to have a word with you. In private."