Scorpion and Leo
Me? First? Oh dear, afraid to say I'm not good with first posts either. Nobody should take this example seriously: think of it as kind of like a kick-start to get this RP started:
Scorpion:
Hidden. It didn't matter whatever happened out there as long as I stayed hidden. Nobody knew where I was. Yet. I scrawl a message out in ink. Missions. Agents were applying, and I gave them missions. Simple as that. Of course, some of them were just balderdash to test them. After all, you can't send an inexperienced rookie out to get a crystal. By gosh, in that case, Team Doomsday would probably kill them. I shiver at the thought. So much violence and worry...and fear. All because of these crystals that suddenly appeared, as if only to taunt us as a region. A Pelipper awaits a letter which he will soon deliver. Alright, I keep in mind some of my recruits are just getting their first pokemon today. Some were even provided by me. Alright, so...an easy mission. I don't want to send out a letter to individuals yet...no first, I want to send a letter out as a whole. To see how my agents respond to their first mission. From there, I can know what skilled leveled missions to give. After all, giving a veteran a job to pick berries and battle bug trainers would be pretty horrible. Same with giving a total beginner a job to get a crystal. Both would probably be upset. Whatever. I start writing in the handwriting that I practiced. After all, if I wrote in my true penmanship, somebodies bound to recongize it. Who couldn't?
Dear Faithful Heroes of Team Scorpion:
I, your leader, Scorpion, you can call me Scorp for short, have decided to give you all a mission. I want you to defeat three trainers of your choice. Stay in your skill level. DO NOT go near any Doomsday members you may see recklessly. All you need to do is defeat three trainers. No need to report back, I have agents watching. THey shall evaluate your performance. Do your best.
--Scorpion.
Alright, so what if it's a bit...well...not professional. It's just a test. By field agents, I meant agents who have been with me the longest...when the team was just formed. I jot out seperate letters for them...even if there's only five of them. They should still be able to watch...oh, this is just a plain disorganized plan. I should think it out a bit, but I realize that the five will probably be able to give me good reports. So, who cares if it's not everyone?! Five reports is enough. Right? My head is so full of doubt. Can I even hope to defeat those Doomsday weirdos? I'm sure they already have that missing crystal. That means we have six left. And the next one's awfully close to the current point of operations. Hirachi City, I think it was. I know we can't stay in Torr Town for long. It's a simple mission, right? After the reports come in, I'll have a better ground. Alright, easy enough. I command my Pelipper to deliver the letters, which it does. After a while, the stack is gone. I take a deep breath. Three trainers. Are they kiddie trainers with weak pokemon or rather something like a gym leader's apprentice? Strange. I sit back, waiting for the reports to come in.
Leo:
Screw you, Gray. You left us. You left me. I was forced to lead the team, and with no experience. Well, this time it's different. And I swear, I'll show the world I can be ten times a better leader than Gray! And that Scorpion dude--child's play. He never had a foundation to build off of. Team Doomsday always had something even after the original team's failure. Some former members still believed in our ways. We are still more powerful. We are going to win. And, by the end of this, we'll have all the crystals. And the gateway will be opened. And Gray, wherever he is will just have to die along with the rest of the world. Yes, but Gray won't see it coming. He never expected me to take leader position. He'll just be dawdling saying 'Leo will never make it', then BAM! Dead. Like the rest of this filthy world. Weavel shows up by my side, close to my right shin. I'm wearing some stupid black armor in case of any assassination attempts. But, truly, I bet if anyone saw me in this comic book uniform, they'd point and laugh. But, I'll just grin and let my pokemon tear their limbs apart. My two pokemon: Houndoom and Weavill. I grin, envisioning Houndoom's jaws tearing into the flesh of the filthy inhabitants that plague this world. The blood is plenty, but still a pleasing sight. And when everyhting's dead...this world will be nothing. And there won't be any more of these humans who dare call themselves intelligent. No, in their place will be nothing. The gateway will open. I'll make sure of that. And you can bet that if I fail, then I'm no better than the low-life Gray. I'm angered with him...I want him dead. But, truly, I still love him. In a messed up sort of way. I love the mentor that once-was Gray. Who led us to near-victory, who was triumphant and smart. Who would never ditch their comrades when they were so close to winning. And I look up to that Gray. Not the current scum that he's become. I tell my Weavill to deliver the stack of papers on the floor. It looks at the floor, confused, the stupid thing. I throw a bunch of papers onto the floor scattering them. With incredible speed, the Weavill picks them all up. I then bend down on a knee and give him a smack across his left cheeck. The dirtbag glares at me, before I lean close and I whisper through gritted teeth: Don't you dare mess this up. It nods loyally. Stupid thing. THen, in a blur it's off delivering mission reports:
To all those who are enlightened in the ways of Team Doomsday:
Your first mission is to use whatever pokemon you may have had or just recieved and gain anything from one villager. Force them to give you an abnormally large amount of money, or their pokemon, or their baby that can become a doomsday officer, or even their free will: something along those lines. Do it. Then give a detailed document report to the blonde girl in the PokeMart. She's with us. Failure to do so will result in imminent hardening.
--Leo--
Easy peasy. By hardening, I mean torture. To harden them, to get rid of their emotions. Emotions are for the weak. Holding people back. Anyone with that kind of moral code will result in a useless soldier. And we can't have that. It's time I finally showed Gray that I am better. It's time the gateway is opened. And believe me, it WILL BE OPENED.
(OOC: Okay, so that was to kickstart things...yay. Let's see how this RP progresses. Heh heh...)