"I can get information on my accomplice's location without this
mutated rat. Besides, he's not going to tell us anything." He
shrugged "What. Do you want to work with it or something??"
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“Well i would prefer not to get any unescecery blood on my hands,
and they don’t seem close to budging on their stance…. Besides, the
plot calls for it.”
Apple nodded, turning back to N. "Here's the deal; you'll help us
in exchange for your life. We'll help you find your 'girlfriend' as
long as you tell us information you know. If you try anything," the
USP clicked, "you're dead." He looked to Takumi. "Was that a good
deal?"
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Takumi shrugged. “Good enough for me.” N just stared at apple. “Not
as interested with keeping myself alive, but i’ll take your offer
regarding finding hilda.”
"Oh uhm sure!" Obsidian nervously chuckled, still being abit
shocked before getting up and dusting off some dirt in his pants.
Once again he stared at Volo.
"The stars in my memories that
I can't express in words, all packed into a balloon,
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream" "It won'tend yet,""I don't wantit to end" "But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime
Volo stared back. “What? Is there some dirt on my face? Ah hang
on-“ volo took out a mirror and began to dab at his face with a
napkin. “I told giratina to take the bigger portal but no-o-o-o-o,
we just had to take the small one because giratina wasn’t strong
enough.” Giratina’s head poked out of a portal, playfully butting
volo.
"Good." Apple took the handcuffs gently from Takumi before
aggressively slapping them onto N's wrists, chaining them. He then
sliced the ropes with a knife.
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"Ah yes, crippled lettuce." Apple picked N up, bridesmaid style. He
is surprisingly very strong for his skinny stature. "We should get
you crutches. Now, tell us what you know."
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The chasey rolls out and blinked a bit, trotting over to N and
punching him, before -surprisingly- speaking. “FOR THE LAST TIME N,
STOP GETTING INJURED. THIS IS THE THIRD TIME TODAY YOU GOT YOUR
LEGS INJURED, THE FIRST BEING WHEN A STARAVIA USED SKy DROP ON YOU,
THE SECOND BEING YOU TRIPPING AND TUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS, BE MORE
CAREFUL.” Laying their hands on n’s leg, the two bullets fell out,
and the wounds on n’s leg closed. “See that you don’t get injured
again.” Turning, they went back into their pokeball.