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

[breakyourlife]

"And you won't tell anyone?"

Steve actually looks sincerely anxious about that. If Jules weren't so tall he might be tempted to threaten him into silence, but while Steve might like punching he doesn't like to be punched.

"I'm a private. It probably wouldn't look great if the other Rockets found out about this."

Not that a private is actually that high up. Steve just likes to believe that to make himself feel important.

[failgoyle]

"Oh, heck no." Jules shakes his head. "I won't tell a soul." Mostly because that is the easiest possible way to handle this. He keeps a small cut of the money, gives Steve most of the money back, and he comes out looking great to a very punchy sort of guy and does not get punched himself. It's the perfect plan.