Cybercrime, anyone?

[failgoyle]

Who: Jules Thibault and you!
Where: A common area in the Rocket base in Goldenrod
When: Not long after Jules posts this monstrosity to everyone.
Summary: Jules is new, Jules has questionable hobbies.
Rating: idk PG for now
Log:

Jules supposes he's settling in well enough. Word of the seven-foot-tall new guy who started screaming and shouting and ended up in the halls clad in only his boxers has probably spread--the beginnings of the usual level of auspiciousness Jules manages in his daily life.

At the moment, he's in a common area in the Rocket base in Goldenrod--because they're not going to turn him loose on his own just yet, unfortunately for everyone else in said base--and so he's trying to make himself at home. He's perched on the back of a sofa, sprawled out in a strange position, and poking at a stolen Pokegear he's gotten from some Rocket equipment or another and giggling to himself as he looks upon his terrible, terrible work.

What, they want him to steal, he's got to feel out the populace first.

Comments

[failgoyle]

Ah, clothes for Jules, the bane of many a tailor at the freehold. At least Garak wouldn't have to work around a tail or pathetically tiny wings. "Eh, I haven't run a scheme like this since I was eleven." Jules shrugs. "Usually when I steal info, it's much more subtle." He chuckles. "But, you know, I just wanted to see if anyone was actually dumb enough to fall for it."

[fingersandteeth]

"Eleven," Steven repeats, impressed. He steps back to pull up the same post on his own pokegear and makes a thoughtful hum.

"I'm not surprised the bard, Johann, knows something's up," he says after a moment. "I'm not sure if Mr Universe does but is being too polite to say so—or if he's just being practical about the problem as presented. The third one is the guy I warned you about, the one who's uncomfortably close to a True Fae in mindset. He's definitely screwing with you. And poor London under him is actually snookered in, I'm afraid. She's a sweet girl but rather credulous, sadly."

[failgoyle]

Jules visibly pales and makes a little whimpering noise at being told he's talking to the one that's uncomfortably close to a True Fae. He clears his throat a bit and marks something off on that one. "Thanks for the info...and look, this kid's about to learn some lessons about credulity unless we got a rule against that." Stealing is fine, so long as he doesn't have to meet with any consequences for it...and really, the consequences for not stealing are there too. When in Rome...

[fingersandteeth]

"I mean, she is your co-worker," Steven points out, his voice perfectly friendly, concealing any sadistic amusement he might be getting from observing Jules in his current pickle. "So's the one you're talking to that posted right underneath her, Steve Palchuck. Actually, Steve P outranks you."

[failgoyle]

"How cutthroat are things usually around here?" Jules asks while trying to look innocent as he types on the stolen Pokegear. "Like...compared to Court bullshit."

[fingersandteeth]

"I mean, Steve P got his promotion after punching a Pokemon league champion hard enough to give him both a black eye and a concussion," Steven says with a shrug.

[failgoyle]

Jules pales even more. "Summer. Great." He sighs. "I meant like...um. Court...backstabbing. And, uh, stuff." Not that he has ever engaged in such behavior at all in his life ever and he's never done anything in his life wrong ever, of course, of course, ignore those prior felony convictions.

[fingersandteeth]

"Steve P is a bit too straightforward for that," Steven observes. "But 'Solus' plays nasty. I've been on his bad side and it's not anywhere you want to be."

[failgoyle]

Jules winces at the 'nasty.'"Good to know, yeah, on both counts." He gives a long-suffering sigh. "Is there anyone else around here who becomes unspeakably terrifying and needs to be watched out for?"

[fingersandteeth]

Steven thinks about this. "Well," he says. "I wouldn't cross Handsome Jack if I were you. He's fun and funny up to the moment he's not, if you know what I mean. Lydia also can get nasty when crossed. Honestly... most of us are perfectly fine until you cross us, at which point we'll happily come for your head. And Jules?" Here his voice is deceptively light. "There's a reason I'm Autumn."

[failgoyle]

There's a nervous sort of laugh. "Good to know, all of it, yep." He sighs. "There's a reason I made it out through two suddenly-deceased Winter monarchs in..." He thinks a moment on the timing of things. "Two weeks."

Did that sound airy and tough? Gosh, he hopes that sounded tough. It's definitely not a lie, at any rate, and he sounds almost embarrassed at it.

[fingersandteeth]

"Good at lying low?" Steven guesses, with a hint of irony. After all, it's what Winter is famous for.

[failgoyle]

"Something like that." Jules shrugs. Even if most days he honestly wonders even how he's still alive.

[fingersandteeth]

"Well. Given our current little vigilante problem, that's probably a good thing."

[failgoyle]

Jules can only stare at him. "...vigilante problem?" Why. Why this?

[fingersandteeth]

Steven sighs. "An idiot scientist by the name of Sento Kiryuu spotted one of us--technically me--leaving the scene of a mugging and now he's a self-proclaimed 'hero of justice' out to take down Team Rocket."

[failgoyle]

Jules just stares at him. "You...you're screwing with me, right?"

[fingersandteeth]

Steven shakes his head, then calls up the post in question on his pokegear. "Nope," he says, popping the 'P.'

[failgoyle]

Jules can only stare. "Man, y'all can deal with that, that's way above my pay grade."

[fingersandteeth]

"Believe me," Steven says under his breath. "We're trying."