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chapter three for today!! :]

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or read below the cut!

general summary :

ingo finds many things question worthy while trying to follow his brother.

word count :

1,707.

( in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly intent on not being left in the dark. )

to the passerby folk, seeing the sight that was subway boss ingo striding down the sidewalk with the motivation of an irritated tauros, yet looking as if he had just hardly rolled out of bed, was an odd sight, but everyone kept their comments to themselves.

it was nimbasa city, anyways. there was hardly anything you could consider a normal sight.

further up ahead, with emmet walking with roughly the same amount of resolve, nobody bothered question that either.

and to the much fewer who had put together the two were in a tense pursuit of one another, it raised mild flags, but it was rightfully not their buisness to interfere.

( for it being somewhat late in the evening, the streets were hardly close to empty. ingo noted that with a silent huff, weaving in and out of groups of strangers and somewhat familar passengers alike with an apology and polite tip of his hat; like he always did. )

( though perhaps falling into work habits now of all times, especially when this was now family buisness, at least to him, was to mask the concern sitting in his chest, like an uncomfortable, shifting weight. )

( something about today in general frankly disturbed him, even if it was just a little bit, and he certainly did not appreciate the lack of context he was being given. )

( that, and he was worried. )

( rounding another corner, he nearly crashed face first into another man; ) who, clearly, was much more attentive then he was, and swerved out of the way with a mild look of surprise.

( while ingo quickly turned to sputter out an apology, ) the blonde haired man shook his head with a soft laugh.

“ hey, hey- don't worry about it. no hard feelings. ”

blinking a few times, the other man seemed to stare for a few moments, as if he was practically studying his expression, before nodding, snapping his fingers.

“ ah- you're subway boss ingo, right?”

“ yes, that would be me. although it seems you've caught me off my usual tracks. ”

( haftheartedly gesturing to the fact he was not in uniform, ) the blonde haired stranger nodded, eventually holding out one hand with a hum.

“ well it's a pleasure to meet you, off duty, mr. ingo. my name's volo. i don't think i've had the pleasure of taking the battle subway very often, i've stopped on the doubles lines a few times. ”

( ingo held his hand out as well , accepting the polite gesture of a handshake with a nod. ) eventually volo drew his hand back, craning his head while clearly rummaging through his pockets for something.

eventually procuring a light blue post it note, neatly folded up in half, then in half again the other way, he handed the paper to ingo, ( who took it from his hand tentatively with a puzzled tilt of his head. before he could even unfold it, ) volo chimed in, a now oddly chipper tone to his voice in comparison to before.

“ well, i don't mean to hold you up, seeing as you're clearly in a rush, but would you mind passing this on to your brother for me when you see him next? i meant to give it to him tommorow, but this just seems all too coincidental to not take the oppurtunity, hah. ”

( while still admittedly offput by the other's switch in demeanor, ingo did eventually respond with a firm nod. )

and with that, volo practically dissapeared into the crowd with a simple wave goodbye.

( blinking a few times, ingo did eye the paper a few times over, baffled as to what someone could need to tell emmet so soon, yet feel the need to use post it notes instead of, what-- a text or email, but it wasn't his buisness. he'd give it to him at the station, as promised. )

( ..then again, he never distinctly promised anything. )

( no, no, no, you are not opening that letter, ingo treyne-- the man scolded himself practically like a toddler, stuffing the note in his jacket pocket and continuing on his way. )

( trodding right through the interpol station doorway, ingo quickly swept over the 'waiting' sort of area, eventually spotting emmet amongst the rather quiet room. )

the man was sitting half hunched over in a chair with his head rested on his hands; he kept bouncing his knee; the source of the constant “tap tap tap” echoing through the room, and his mouth did not move once, ( not even when ingo walked over and sat down beside him. )

“ emmet? are you ok? ”

tap. tap. tap.

“ you haven't informed me of anything that happened today, emmet. i'm concerned. ”

tap. tap. tap.

“ are you upset with me, or is right now just not a talking time? i don't need you to speak to me, emmet, but- ”

taptaptaptaptaptap--

still staring at the ground, a repeated clicking sound still eminating from the heel of his shoe hitting the floor, emmet held up one hand, then what one could read as a peace sign.

two fingers; that meant the latter.

( ingo could not help but sigh in relief. )

” that works. is it alright if we communicate like this until you've done what you need to do here, or until you're ok to talk? “

emmet's two fingered gesture then changed to a thumbs up.

” alright. how are you feeling right now? “

a thumbs up quickly shifted to a thumb's down.

“ ..is it related to what happened this morning? “

back to a thumb's up.

“ did you know something was going to happen today? ”

while he seemed uncertain, his hand stayed in a thumbs up.

“ how? ”

no response.

“ ah - no, that's too broad of a question. did someone tell you, or did you know on your own? ”

one finger. that meant the former.

“ were they on the doubles line today? ”

( ingo began to search his pockets for the note, ) while emmet's gesture of choice changes to a thumb's up.

( he carefully retrieved the pale blue slip of paper, showing it to the man sitting beside him; ) as emmet's expression turned from that of a frustrated look to just stunned, ( ingo had a solid idea on what to ask next. )

“ did they write on post it notes and go by the name volo? ”

emmet practically nabbed the paper right from his hands without responding.

( while ingo was surprised by such a reaction of all things, he did not react or make any sort of comment, simply watching with a raised brow. )

eventually after skimming the contents, emmet quickly folded the note and stashed it away; glancing back to ingo, almost apologetically, at first, before his face seemed to twist into a more confused look.

( as ingo stared back, initially in understanding, he eventually looked equally puzzled, craning his head. )

silently answering the equally silent question, emmet pointed to one eye, winking, before pointing to ingo's face.

” ..huh? is there something on my face ? “

he shook his head. slightly more aggressive with the gesture, emmet nearly poked ingo in the eye, trying to get his point across with a huff.

” is there something wrong with my eye? “

a nod. emmet quickly fished his xtransceiver out of his pocket; turning on the camera, he held the device between the two of them, gesturing for ingo to lean over and look.

seeing the worry cross ingo's face at his own reflection, emmet's brows furrowed. eventually the man cleared his throat, making an attempt at voicing his concerns before being cut off.

“ mr. emmet treyne? there's an officer availible to take your case, now. ”

the man at the front desk spoke up, in the direction of the twins; emmet nearly shot out of his chair like a misfired rocket, stuffing the paper note as well as his xtrans back in his pocket, before briefly turning to ingo.

“ will explain later. promise. “

( another thing, ingo could note about his brother; he despised breaking promises nearly as much as he hated lying. )

( so a nod in response was all he needed to do to show he understood. )

( ultimately, ingo chose to hang around in the waiting room. )

( frankly, he was rather sure he should see a doctor; human pupils were not supposed to change shape, especially something as jagged as a triangle of all things. )

( while he did have to admit it looked quite cool-- it still was a pressing matter! )

( snapping him out of his thoughts, his xtrans buzzed a few times over. drawing it from his pocket, he skimmed the messages, noting they were from emmet. )

em 🚊 || 9:17pm

hello

do you know who is on overnight security duty at the station tonight

there is something the officers want to take a look at

( something that urgent had happened at the station as well? ingo could not help but bite down on his tongue. he knew emmet had left early due to a headache, according to what he had been told; but that was it. )

ingo || 9:18pm

Jackie always covers the night shifts. They’ll be there regardless. I believe Cameron is there as well tonight.

Why do you ask?

em 🚊 || 9:20pm

security cams

there is something important on the securities cams

verrry important

could you contact them and let them know we will be making an unexpected stop there they don’t get too caught off guard

more for cameron then jackie

ingo || 9:22pm

👍

( … )

( right. he had promised. promised to explain everything later. )

( with that, ingo excused himself outside of the building with a hum, dialing to make a call. )

sometimes 7am wips are ok

chapter four !! getting close to some of the bigger reveals ^^

check it out on ao3 if you prefer that!

or read below the cut!

general summary :

evidence starts to be gathered, and emmet begins to explain himself.

word count :

1,565

“ boss emmet? i thought you went home earlier than usuaaaaal- hello officers! what brings you to our humble station at such an hour? ”

jackie, if good at one thing, was reading the room. the boss was not standing in his usual confident, rigid posture; despite being the tallest person in the room, it looked as if he was somewhat trying to make himself seem smaller. noting the brown and purple haired officers at either of his sides; not by name, seeing as they weren’t faces they exactly recognized, but the shiny silver interpol badges pinned on their persons was enough.

scooting back in their desk chair, the depot agent adjusted their hat, fixing their posture more formally and sitting up straight.

“ cameron’s doing a maintenance round on the southbound tunnel, if you’re looking for him. ”

“ from what we’ve been told, mx. jackie, you’re the individual we need to speak with. we need you to pull up the security camera footage in mr. treyne’s office from about 1:29pm. ”

the man with darker hair nodded, his hands resting in his pockets loosely.

“ got it. ”

with a nod and small two fingered salute, they spun in their chair to face the monitors settled around the desk. the room went from awkward silences to being full of the sound of intent mouse clicking and keyboard taps. after a few moments, jackie turns their head, admittedly a bit intimidated, but keeping a cool front regardless.

“ do you want this on a USB, or is just seeing the footage here alright? ”

“ if it’s within the realm of convenience right now, a USB would be of much use. ”

the formally dressed woman spoke up, this time.

“ got it, officer. i’ll go grab one- you three can watch whatever you need to see on that left monitor. ”

getting up from their chair and heading towards a filing cabinet, jackie could not help but find themself suppressing a shiver. security was usually their department, considering how.. frequent, they were on the job.

so they had been in perfect witness of.. whatever happened earlier.

the whole interaction, boss emmet had been eerily silent; even as jackie discreetly paused with the empty USB stick grasped in one hand, watching the three quietly huddle close to the monitor, they noticed the way he hung back, silvery eyes glazed with worry. maybe even mild fear; not one they could comprehend with just a glance.

jackie was perceptive, sure, but unfortunately could not read minds. as convenient as that would be.

so, unable to tell what thoughts were buzzing in their boss’ head, they simply passed him the USB without a word, dipping their head with a tilt of their hat.

seeing his own panic from an outsider’s perspective was mildly unnerving, at best. watching over the recording silently, brows furrowed, he watched as the tiny numbers on what was his desk clock shift to 1:30- the resounding shake afterward, and his own frantic scramble underneath his desk as the room began to tremble from the otherworldly force. the way his office was left in disarray, the way that heap of snow and fabric scraps, one of which was bunched in his pocket, were flung into the room as the jagged portal of sorts sealed itself shut.

his jaw stayed clenched shut as he passed the empty USB drive to officer looker, ( that was his name, though not something he thought was necessary to verbalize at the moment, ) resting gloved hands at his sides with a rattled sigh.

watching the detectives calmly do their work, eventually the other turns to him, ( anabel was her name, yet, once again, it was not something he felt the need to address out loud. )

everyone was silent, anyways; looker was watching as the security footage slowly downloaded, jackie was awkwardly shifted to the side, watching every move anyone made in the room like a rather stern swana.

subtly, that is.

his mind being lost amidst his little observation, emmet snapped back to attention as anabel, ( yes, the other officer, ) carefully rested a plain white card, with fine black print. a business card, sort of, except it didn’t really advertise, just state the obvious.

“ we’ll be in contact with you soon, mr. treyne. have a good night, and get home safe. ”

the two leave soon after, looker carefully pocketing the USB. after what seemed to be several, silent, streeeetched out minutes, emmet swore he finally saw jackie blink once again, as they adjusted their hat, stifling a sigh.

“ bit tense there, ey boss? ”

albeit an awkward face, emmet finds himself making, he eventually nodded, hands resting in his pocket. he found himself insistently flicking the latch of the old, weathered pokeball once again, perhaps as a way to channel his current feelings, and while eventually jackie did raise an eyebrow at the clicking, the depot agent didn’t press.

“ well it’s getting late, and i presume you’ve had a long day. i’ll be back to my work, hut follow those officers’ advice and get home safely, alright boss? ”

yet again, emmet nods.

the walk home was neither particularly bad nor good. dark, but the street lights served their purpose, and he found himself able to navigate back home just fine. in full honesty, emmet was a tad concerned the moment he walked in the doorway, ingo would be sitting on the couch with the lights off like a dramatic parent waiting for their child who snuck out.

somehow arceus had managed to give him worse of a reality, as not one, but two silhouettes were visible in the slightly lit up windows as he neared the house.

taking in a deep breath, emmet reached for his keys, opening the door with a heavy exhale.

“ i am emmet. ingo, why did you invite elesa over at such an hour. ”

( raising a brow, as if feigning innocence, the other silver haired man was visible in the living room, sitting criss cross on the couch with chandelure rested in his lap, ) the pokemon emitting a low chime as emmet walked through the door.

( the corners of his lips were ever so further down then usual; clearly a sign ingo meant business. )

that, and elesa leaning over the back of the sofa, her arms crossed with nothing short of a stern look on her face. now both of them looked like disappointed parents.

sighing in defeat, emmet hung up his coat, grabbing the eccentric pokeball, the small series of post it notes, and fabric scrap from the pocket, and holding the small assortment of objects in his hands as he sat on the couch beside his brother. while both of them raised eyebrows at the odd collection, neither seemed to question it at first.

after a few beats of silence, emmet spoke up first.

“ i assume you heard what happened from ingo. ”

“ who else? can’t exactly go worrying everyone and not expect someone to call me, em. ”

lightly flicking a stray piece of hair on his head, elesa’s face softened, and eventually ingo’s further then usual frown settled as well.

“ now do you have a spot where you want to start, or would you prefer prompting? ”

while there was a bit of an amused edge to elesa’s words, emmet’s response was a snort, carefully thumbing the latch of the pokeball once again.

( this time, ingo seemed to notice it more, tentatively reaching out a hand in a silent “could i hold this?” )

noting the other’s gesturing and fascinated expression, emmet passed him the thing, seeing no harm in it.

“ that fell out of the..space time distortion that woke me up. verrry rudely so. ”

( ingo seemed practically enraptured by the item in his hands, but the brief flicker of his eyes back to emmet with a small nod was his indication of paying attention. ) chandelure seemed to chime in tune with it’s trainer’s enthusiasm, clearly.

emmet does not vocally wince at the way one eye is still in that peculiar triangle shape, and not in fact some twisted hallucination, but he sure wants to.

instead, he focuses once again.

at some point in his explanation, elesa moves from her position behind the couch to sit on emmet’s other side, also intently listening.

“ right. i did not explain what that was. a space time distortion is a rupture in time and space. caused by weak points in these places. or by other external means. for some reason, i believe they are being drawn to me. i do not know why, but something is afoot, and i am going to set it right by whatever means i must take. ”

he holds up the first post it note; a pale yellow, a simple note written on it’s front side.

“ to emmet treyne. ”

“ you don’t know me. that’s ok. but i need you to listen very carefully to this note. ”

“ your brother is in danger. i can’t tell you what just yet, but make sure neither of you are in his office at 5:30 tomorrow morning. ”

“ -v. ”

“ but i do not believe i was their original target. ”