Lumiose City||Sycamore's Lab//2nd Floor||Morning||29
Of all the people in the world, of all the places in the world, it was him. Giovanni hadn't recognized the voice, of course, because they had only spoken briefly a few years ago... but the moment the man walked through the door, Giovanni recognized him. His hand tensed as the Detective strode through, his outfit and face the same as in his memories. Surely, this was the end of him. There would be a fire fight. Something. There was no way that he was getting out of this easily. Looker would spout his sins and he would lose his only ally in Miranda. His only option was to either shoot all of them now or flee, but... but as Giovanni watched him, there... there was nothing. Looker didn't flinch, didn't yell, didn't move to draw his weapon, didn't have any look of recognition...
It couldn't... There was no way...
"My name is Looker. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Giovanni's grip on his gun slackened and fell away completely as his mind reeled in malicious glee. That was Looker. The very same Detective Looker Giovanni had personally -and quite literally- booted right out of a freighter ship to his death. Well... "death", I suppose. The one who he'd toyed with, tortured a bit, and then stolen his memory with the power of one of the Harbingers he'd been so enthusiastic to receive... The man he'd taken absolutely everything from... was right here, right in front of him, happily offering his name without a single trace of recognition. The amnesia was still there... Years later, it was still there.
The ridiculous luck of it all... No wonder he'd gotten shot. Something needed to balance out the outrageous nonsense of what was transpiring now.
The other man came out of the stairwell, but Giovanni was quickly losing himself. It was simply too much to remain impassive. He tried covering his wild grin with the back of his hand, but he knew all too well that this sort of expression was one that a person wore over their entire face. "Vitaly, at your service." The little Chikorita tottered back to his trainer and his teammate Weavile. "This is Drizzt, and you've met Jozan." He gave them both a sweet smile, one that only urged Giovanni's girlish stifled giggles. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's..." Oh, he was losing it. And frankly, he really couldn't care enough to blame himself. "It's good to meet you two... fine gentlemen..." His snickering turned into outright laughter, despite the pain in his chest and back. He turned to face away from them again, to ease his twisted torso, and allowed the laughter to carry itself out of him. It was simply too much. The irony was too delicious and hilarious to keep his facade. Oh, God, he was crying. Looker, one of the men he'd wounded most, was just... standing there like some dunce, happy to fucking help the man who had single-handedly ruined his fucking life. Still laughing like a mad fool, he wiped away a tear and stared at his hand a bit. "...Forgive me, I... I'm just..." It was too late. Giovanni, master of Team Rocket and orchestrator of the Apocalypse itself, was lost to a giggle fit.
Scout sighed and shook her head. She did not recognize the man in front of them and therefore was not in on the joke. Thankfully for Giovanni's sake, that only allowed her to make a more convincing alibi for her twittering trainer. "Well... now we know Pokemon moves on people cause weird reactions..." she grimly stated. "He must still be loopy from blood loss. Do you have somewhere upstairs we can place him until he becomes a little more tethered to reality?" It was almost embarrassing to see her esteemed trainer acting like some drunken teenager.