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[golisolation]

[The feed clicks on, and everyone is greeted with Guzma grinning like a total jackass. He looks the part too, white and black hair, yellow sunglasses on his head that are asymmetrical, purple around his eyes that... might be makeup? Lets not forget that fat gold chain around his neck with a gold emblem of a S that looks like a skull. This guy is, uh, something else.]

Attention fellow ImPorts—it's your boy Guzma!

[He pauses a moment, as if making sure he's got people's attention, like what he has to say is somehow important. Well, he thinks everything he has to say is important on some level, but whatever.]

This shit really connected to y'all? Awful convenient, huh? Guess y'all better get used to hearing from ya boy on the regular. That's right, big bad Guzma ain't gonna be letting this shit fall into disuse.

[Great news for you guys...]

So! If you ain't looking for a beat down, I suggest you make yourself useful. I just showed up, and while I ain't no punk loser who ain't got a clue on how to deal with being brought somewhere new so suddenly, may as well do some info gathering, huh?

I suggest you cough up what useful shit you got to share that them stiffs didn't go into. Don't go wasting my time with useless garbage, neither. I'm in the mood to kick some ass, so if you wanna just hand me an excuse to smash your dumbass into the ground, I ain't gonna stop you.

[Honestly, is he looking for info, or a fight? Maybe both. He shrugs, and then points to his head, tapping his temple while emphasizing his next part:]

But! Those of ya who got something in that skull of yours, y'know, a little bit of sense? A brain, maybe? You'll realize real quick what a stupid idea it is to get on the hated boss' bad side.

So, hurry it up! I ain't got all day.

[Yes he does, he literally has nothing better to do right now.]

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[h2no]

Ain't bein' a doormat to know when to let go of 'em.

[he looks surprised when guzma's smirk falls-- maybe he'd thought guzma at least followed some kind of logic with the people he declared enemies.

fortunately, on the topic of knowing when to leave well enough along... archie just shrugs.]

Huh. Guess you're right. [he doesn't believe it, but he can tell that won't end well for either of them.] Ah-- the red door on the left!

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[Guzma ignores that comment, because he intrinsically believes contrary. If you relent, then you are the weaker one. The one to be trampled. It's just how it is. It's just how life is, and if Archie's fool enough to believe otherwise, then he's a lost cause.

But it's a good thing that Archie lets that go, because it'd just serve to rile Guzma more, and they already had a fight. This was about getting away from that, wasn't it? When Archie directs him, he stops and looks at him, then to the aforementioned red door.]

What—Oh.

[Yeah, he didn't realize what he was even doing, but with his mind going back to the task at hand, y'know, getting a fucking drink, it's enough to get him to chill. At least enough to go inside with a rough opening of the door, barely holding it open long enough to Archie to slip in after him.]

[h2no]

[oh, yeah, he could fight again but it wouldn't last long. guzma's been healed, archie can't heal himself. he'd probably go down after a couple hits the way he is now. probably not a good idea to drink like this! oh well.

he kicks the door open-- with ariados in his arms, he doesn't have the hands free to do it, even if guzma holds it open most of the way. he decides a table and claims it by setting the spider pokémon down onto it, hand going back to its head. with his other hand, he pulls out a bunch of dollars from his pocket and shoves them at guzma.]

Get whatever. I'll have a dry whiskey. A bottle.

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[At that point it'd be a little sad to fight Archie, and even Guzma wouldn't take much joy from it. Besides, the dude's proving to be pretty alright, even if he kicked up some sore feelings. It wasn't his fault though, he didn't know the mine field he was treading through.

The kick to the door definitely catches Guzma's attention, but he honestly doesn't care. Just offers him a look over his shoulder, watching as he settles at a table, setting Ariados on it as well. Of course he followed, and when Archie just hands him a bunch of cash, he stares at it for a long moment, before snatching it up.]

Aiight.

[He shrugs, and goes off to the bar. If Archie's paying, then he's getting his own bottle of bullshit too. Two Whiskeys, because honestly that sounds like what'll hit the spot. Of course whatever change there was, Guzma pockets it. THAT'S JUST HOW HE BE.

Coming back to the table, he hands the bottle over before taking a seat with his own. He takes a drink from his own, leveling an appraising stare at Archie before asking:]

How long you been here?

[h2no]

[he should probably care to ask for the change, but he doesn't. he's too tired, too sore. somewhere in his brain he knows he's only enabling guzma but... whatever. he'll deal with it some other time.

like guzma, archie can't really be bothered with a glass. he flicks the cap off, making sure not to hit it towards ariados, who is getting several fearful looks from some of the patrons. all met with the bird from archie.]

Fuckin'... Arceus, almost 3 years now.

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[Guzma nearly chokes on his drink at that answer. Maybe he should have waited to take another before Archie answered. For some reason it hadn't really occurred to him that someone would be held here for that long.

3 Years. He could be here for 3 fucking years. Maybe longer...]

...You're not shittin' me, huh?

[The way he stares at Archie just demonstrates just how surprised he is by the answer. It's hard to fathom. Hard to accept. He's got shit to do, being here is not conducive to that!!!]

[h2no]

Yeah.

[it's clear in his tired expression he genuinely isn't.]

It's been, ah... somethin' of an experience. I almost got my arm torn off last month. That was fun.

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[Guzma's eyebrows raise at that, and then he looks to Ariados who seems to have decided to lay down, letting his legs kinda hang off the sides of the table with them fully spread out.]

...Shit can get rough 'round here, huh?

[It's not quite a question. More just a comment on the whole thing, than anything else. He's fine with it, he likes shit getting dicey, but it's still something to consider.

But as he thinks on it. Thinks about how he could be here for the foreseeable future, and what might come of it. The differences, so forth... he just starts drinking from the bottle. Doesn't stop. Might not. It's a lot to take in, and booze always helps wash the bad news down.]