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October 27th, 2008, 9:11 AM

[f.r.a.g.m.e.n.t.s [of] a.l.a.r.a.y.n.e]
play me a remnant of memory?
in major or in minor
no clashing tones or mixed up parts
or paralells of fifths or eightths
save the skitties, won’t you please?

It used to be, a long time ago you see, that this legend was more than just a bedtime story mommies read to their children before tucking them into bed at night. The tale of the guardians of the forest was a historical fact, it was something no one doubted. But as the wheels of time began to spin and turn, people began to forget the forest and forget its legacy. Before long, even the legend of the giant tree was slowly slipping into the dark depths of history. Only scholars and only a select few in truth even know of the legend of the tree and the secret of her forests and the children that are born there and most believe it to be nothing more than myth. But, as it sometimes occurs, the myth is not really a myth at all. Over the past twenty five years, many organizations have tried to get their hands on the seals, the sacred barriers between man and the Holy Da’atan Tree, and remove them, so as to force the tree out of hiding and take its power for themselves.

As of this moment in time, none have succeeded, having each been foiled by a single teenager or a group of them as such things normally go, but one group in particular, one Team Rocket, has been slowly forming their tactical approach to the seals underground for nearly thirteen years. For you see, Team Rocket had discovered the problem, the reason as to why the unlocking of the seals had failed, as to why the leaders of these syndicates failed. It really isn’t as complicated as one might think. The problem? Each syndicate failed because when the master plan was put into action and the attempt on breaking the seal was initiated, the leader went out of control, consumed by the seal’s power and by their own pathetic human emotions. The solution? A pureblood child. One they could mold from an early age to follow their every whim and command, one they could control. But, as releasing the seals takes a good deal of energy, the breaker could not go alone. Thus, a team was formed around the young skilled and cunning Rocket Executive, a Team of matching caliber, a team that together with the chosen, would break the seals and free the tree. A Team known among those in the Rocket Force and those in the Global Police Unit otherwise known as the Pokemon G-Men as the Gems, each member taking the codename of a gemstone corresponding to their field of expertise.

There are those aware of their plan, those that do not wish to see the seals of lore released and broken. Unbeknownst to Giovanni, (a) member(s) of their own organization, the Pokemon G-Men, have slipped in amongst the Rockets, climbing the levels to Executive. Their objective? Capture and Detain the Emerald and her cohorts and prevent, at all costs, any seals form being released without being caught as, well, in the Rocket world, such traitors become play-things of certain Rocket Scientists and are well, never heard from again.

The stakes are high, for there are other reasons for such a push on the seals now that no one yet knows. With such pressure, will the team bind together or be crushed in the aftermath? The passage of time slows for not and the Holy Da’atan Tree silently watches over us all, waiting for the time when it will be free one more.

Your Role

You are a member of the Rocket Gems, the most Elite rank of Rocket Executives. You answer to The Chosen who answers to Giovanni. Grunts lower their gaze in your presence, they quake at the mention of your name. You have honed your skills, you have mastered your techniques, you are the best the Rocket name has to offer and you must live up to it. You have been assigned to the Gems because you have proven this in the past, now is this time. Now is your chance to make a mark on the world than none shall ever forget. You are going on a mission of smaller missions, venturing around the land of Johto beginning in Newbarktown, alongside your leader, the Chosen Emerald of the Rocket Executive Core, in search of the seals so as you might break them and release their power. To escape the Pokemon G-Men's grasp and hide under the radar for as long as possible, each one of you has been selected for your individual skill and ability. In missions, if one part fails, the rest will follow. There is no room for error, there is no room for mistake.

You are a Gem

You are the Future of the Rocket Cooperation.

ID Creator
Hello lovies~ My name is Roger, and, well of course you probably already know this but I am so totally the Computer System of Rocket Cooperation, designed and developed by Dr Kain Romano, head Scientist of Rocket Cooperation. Please, be a dear and sit for a spell and follow this short process to establish your Identification Cards? Pretty Please? There will be caaaake at the end! :D Okay, so I'm kidding. But there might be cake. I might not be kidding. SO FILL OUT THE DARN PAPERWORK KAY? KAY.

First off, which of the Gems are you love?

The Tactician
The True Blue Geek
The Illusionist[/i]
The Hot Shot
The Basket-Case
The Silent Shadow
The Grown Up Child
The Tinkering Wonder and her Mysterious Sidekick
The Chosen
[[s]slash means taken, italic means reserved. all reservations are reserved for three days or 72 hours. whichever comes first. BY THE WAY. THE GEM OF YOUR CHARACTER IS YOUR CHOICE. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE. POST IT IN YOUR COMPLETED PROFILE. EMERALD IS TAKEN]

Faaaabulous. I knew it was you, I was just testing you, i'm not lying! Don't look at me that way! D: It makes me feel fat. I'M NOT FAT. ;3; I'm just big boned... Anyways, if you'll be a doll and fill the rest of this out? Kay, love you~ Turn it in to the main office. I do believe there is oh so definitely cake and punch down there~ Isn't that just FAAAAABULOUS? Well well, make sure to read everything, including the rules and blahdity blah blah, so unfabulously dull I know. T_T But don't worry lovies! It'll be worth it! :D Rodger Promises!

Out of Character

Rules and Regulations

My Rules are simple. I promise.

Never ever control another person's character without my EXPLICIT consent
I expect a decent sized post every time you post. Five lines is not enough. I understand the occasional brain fart but if it happens too often, well, you don't want to know.
Keep it PG-13 at the VERY MAXIMUM. My little sister watches me roleplay and reads this board. Okay? I just don't, I really really don't want to put up with it.
Do not change my plot. I understand minor plot twists. I implore you to come pm me with ideas etc and if I remember, I'll make an OOC board for you to post ideas. Don't just post them in-character tho, please? I have this pretty well mapped and I promise you'll have character development time
Respect everyone's characters and ideas and if someone doesn't get accepted, don't make them feel like crap, kay? Everbody has posts they don't like, everybody started out poorly at one point in time, you were just like that person at one point. I don't want to see flaming, take it OFF MY BOARD.
Don't get pissed off at me if I reject or decline you. If you're really interested, pm me and I'll take your profile apart and give you ideas on how to improve. It doesn't mean you'll be accepted but you can learn from it and if this roleplay goes well, I'll run another one you might get into
Please, PLEASE try and be active. A post a week is fine. If you're going to be gone for awhile [Say spring break or Winter Break] let me know and/or give your character over to someone to run for awhile while you're gone so you don't get left behind and if you do have that break, make sure you read and catch up. it can be a pain in the backside but it's important to stay caught up or you'll miss plot holes. That being said, I know for a fact around Finals week I won't be around so expect some breaks. Don't yell at me because you want the plot to continue. My Grades, unfortunately, trump this roleplay.
On the Subject of a Spy: I will have One, Two Spies Max. If this is what you want to be, note you'll need to be active as you're HUGELY important to the plotline and I will DIE without you. D: [Seriously, i'll keel over DED and then Marsy will eat you.] If this is what you want, indicate it in your History and make sure it's going to make my jaw drop. This role isn't going to someone who isn't prepared for it, sorry, that's just the way it is
Lastly, follow all the rules previously stated and those of the PC Forum. It may be a pain but rules exist for a reason. Also, have fun! This is going to be great fun, I promise. :3 Or my name isn't Mika the Great Larxene Cosplayer Who's absolutely psycho. Oh yeah, incase you were wondering, the Maximillion Pegasus Clone Computer will be returning in the roleplay. Because he's annoying as hell and that makes him fun comic relief

The Sign Up
-Out of Character-

Name: (What you want me and everyone to call you)

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name:
Nick Names:
Age:MATURE 12 year olds + (Be realistic and I don’t have a problem with you age wise. If you want a ten year old then that ten year old better be a mature as hell child prodigy.)
Location of Childhood Home:
Gem Classification: ( ex: The Chosen, Emerald. )

-+- Pokemon:

(You are an Elite Rocket Trainer. You may have a full team. Have a -beat the living crap out of the Elite Four in one turn- Team and I'll kill you. No Legendaries. No all 3rd Evolutions. Balanced. Modest. Party. It needs to FIT your character.

Have fun with it. :3 Battling isn't the biggest thing in the world UNLESS you're The Hot Shot.)

Distinguishing Marks?
History: How did you two meet etc. TWO LINES MINIMUM.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color:
Hair Color/Style:
Height:(Metric or American, either is fine)
Weight: (Metric or American, either is fine)
General Appearance: (Please write it in proper detail. You are allowed to have a LINK to a picture to SUPPORT your PARAGRAPH of DETAIL but if you post a picture on my board…. -shakes fist- PARAGRAPH. DETAILED 2 PARAGRAPH MINIMUM.)

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
Likes | Dislikes:
Quirks | Habits:
Personality: (PARAGRAPH. DETAILED TWO PARAGRAPH MINIMUM. Everything ABOVE the personality slot can be written in list format but the personality itself MUST BE in PARAGRAPHY FORMAT or I WILL eat you)

-+- History:

Past: (Three Paragraph Minimum. This is the most important factor if there are multiple people trying for the same title. Make it creative. Make it not bore me.)

Family: (Just names, relationship and ages)

(Anything we should know? Is your Character ill etc?)

RP example:(Okay. You can post something fresh or a link or a section out of a story. This is proving to me you're not one of those people that writes like a seven year old when they're actually a seventeen year old individual.)

Mika [Emerald.::.The Chosen]
Alter Ego [Amethyst.::.The Tactician]
Britney Spears [Beryl.::.The Grown Up Child]
Kogenta [Garnet.::.The Illusionist]
Marsy [Jade.::.The Hot Shot]
ぱはにも [Amber.::.The Basket Case]
Pikataro [Sapphire.::.The Silent Shadow]
sprink7 [Rhinestone.::.The True Blue Geek]
Sonee/Amii [Diamond/Opal.::.The Tinkering Wonder and her Mysterious Sidekick]

October 27th, 2008, 9:49 AM
-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Razor Zorloc Burner
Nick Names:Z.R. Big Z R.Z.B.
Location of Childhood Home: Jubilife
Gem Classification: Hot Shot
-+- Pokemon:

Name: Blazer
Type: Fire Flying
Distinguishing Marks? A Flame on his forehead
PERSONALITY:Stronge hearted. Always listens to his master. Usually niave to others.People Say all of R.Z. pokemon have adapted the niave nature from him.
Always determined to win.
History: R.Z. Started his Journey with Blazer. He was his starter. He did not Really like R.Z. at first but once he got to know him they became good friends.

Type: Fire
Distinguishing Marks?Blue tail tips
PERSONALITY:Rage is a determined pokemon with a temper like a time bomb. Once he gets mad he will attack until he wins. Although this sometimes leads to a hard downfall.
History: As soon as Blazer became friends with R.Z. They went training and Rage was the first pokemon to appear. so R.Z. captured it.

(i will add more later)
-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: red/brown
Hair Color/Style: Colored and shaped like a flame
Weight: 140
General Appearance: Z.R. is rather big. always wears a leather jacket even when it is freezing cold or burning hot.He has hair in the shape of flames which makes him look tough. He also wears black gloves with a flame on the front of them.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear: Good in Phiscal and academic things,
Likes | Dislikes: all things warm and pizza?/water, cold things, vegitables
Goals: To rule the world
Skills:Very Smart and Very strong
Quirks | Habits: Has a strange obsession with Cats/Collecting cat things
Secrets: He has a secret spot with many rare pokemon he has caught
Reputation: Not really very far up not many people know him
Personality: Sence he is big most people think he is mean, but he is usuall not. Although When he gets mad he is very mean, and willing to hurt anyone. Niave most of the time. Can be very strange to other.. like is strange obsession with cats.

-+- History:

Past: Z.R. was born in Jubilife City to a rich family. He had both parents until aproxmatly the age of 4, When his father died. That Just about crushed him, but he did get over it. He is still weak when you talk about his dad though.

As soon as he was aloud to go to trainer school he went. He was in Trainer School from age 6-9, but when he turned ten he wanted to go off on his journey, but unfortunatly his mother was sick for a year and he had to take care of her, so he did not get to leave for his journey. The next year his mother was not 100% sure he was ready so she kept him for one more year. He is now 12 and getting ready too take off on his journey.

Family: dad:Razor Burner Mom:Maria Burner Girlfriend: Danelle wave

Other:not much

RP example:"We are Finnaly here Rage!" Zorloc Says Happily. Zorloc is Pretty Happy to be back here because
Last time he was here he had to leave early. Zorloc looks around seeing many rocks and and holes filled with Magma.
He knew if he was not careful he could accidently step in one and have his foot Melted, so he watched every step he took.
Charmander who had not been out for awhile jumped out of his pokeball and landed in one of the holes full of magma, but did not seem to care.
"Well Charmander you really wanted out badly didn't you?" Zorloc says with a laugh
"Char Char!" Charmander said while playing in the magma.
All of a sudden a growlithe came out from another hole

"Ok Charmander let's battle!"

October 27th, 2008, 9:55 AM
awww... ;3; I have to lookit profiles already? Sheesh, I must be popular. -arrogance-

So. Yeah. o3o

Zorloc: Yeah... Um... Your RP sample is lacking. Very Much So. So unless you completely turn the profile around, yeah it's not looking too good. It's just a mess, you need to spend more time on it. I see ridiculous amounts of spelling punctuation and capitalization errors and just grammar flaws in general. You know tho, the plot hasn't been up over a half hour yet, you shouldn't be done with your profile unless you're like Alter Ego and you have God Powers. O.o

So yeah

I don't think so.

I'm gunna hafta say you're Rejected

October 27th, 2008, 9:57 AM
I have worked on all of the stuff with things from other rps i have did. that took me awhile to finish anyway

October 27th, 2008, 10:00 AM
I'm sorry, I'm still going to have to keep you at your Rejected state. You just don't understand the concept of the plot, your history doesn't match up and your roleplay sample isn't even close to high enough to what i'm going to require for this roleplay. Work on your skills and maybe next time you can join my plot. :3

October 27th, 2008, 10:03 AM
I can't rp good unless other people are there+ i read the whole thing i fit pefect. if a rp with other people ii can Rp very good

Alter Ego
October 27th, 2008, 10:07 AM
Umm...Zorloc, hun? If the RP master says you're not good enough for the RP then you're not. It's her call, and to be perfectly frank, you haven't even bothered to fulfill the paragraph minimums she set out in the sign-up sheet so rejection is completely natural. Different people have different standards, so you'll just have to accept that getting into some RPs requires more effort (quite often a lot more) on your part than getting into others does.

Just...no whining to the RP master. That's obnoxious and not helping your case. At all. ~~

Oh, and you can count this as my official placeholder for the tactician spot, Mika. Profile to come eventually.

October 27th, 2008, 10:18 AM
OMG ish a Mika rp.
Because it's not like I was dragged here or anything...-shifty eyes-
This is my claim on the Hot Shot.

-Out of Character-

Name: Mars

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Khael Evan Sky
Nick Names: Khael
Age: 20
Location of Childhood Home: Vermilion City
Gem Classification: The Hot Shot, Jade

-+- Pokemon:

(All Pokemon histories are in character)

Name: Kisa
Type: Togepi
Distinguishing Marks?
PERSONALITY: Kisa is very much the baby of the party. She loves to play and explore, being horribly curious about everything, it often gets her into trouble. She loves teasing Khael (very much believing he is her dad and play thing) and riding on Sirene's back as long as she doesn't fall off. Any sort of yelling or pain will make her burst into loud shrill crying which is hard to sooth and make go away. She is quite the pokemon to look after and you commonly don't know what she'll do next, but Khael, Sirene, or a bottle of mustard are always good in helping sedate the baby pokemon. One strange thing about Kisa is that she often likes to think she's a ghost Pokemon like Ghastly and Shuppet and pretend like she's invisible and can do anything she wants.
History: "Well when you're walking through the woods and hear the damn thing crying you can't really ignore it very well. I was just minding my own business and I heard it crying and found it sitting next to a rock in the middle of the clearing. And well...it was all alone and crying and wouldn't shut up, so I gave it an Oran Berry and it must have decided that I was it's new master or something because it followed me all the way back to camp and it's been with me since. Sirene's the one who won't let me get rid of it, and I haven't actually caught it, so most of the time it goes on my head or in a bag across my back. It's been probably five months now and I still have it--erm, her--so I guess I'm stuck with her much to the dismay of a majority of my group.

Name: Sirene
Type: Dragonair
Distinguishing Marks? Her skin is a light blue instead of the normal darker shade and in the sunlight it shines a soft bluish-sliver.
PERSONALITY: Sirene is like one of those overly wise grandmothers who likes to smack you on the nose when you do something wrong. She is the only one of Khael's pokemon who will come out of it's pokeball at will--for what? To slap him of course. Usually for doing something or saying something stupid, especially with Kisa or other women. But outside her grandmotherly persona, she is quite the impulsive Dragonair, usually flying at ease and swimming freely. In battle she is also easy going, often keeping her defenses up and not taking chances.
History: "I first met Sirene as a Dratini back when I was much younger and it almost feels like she's only been my companion for this long to keep an eye on me. She's really quite silly when you know her, but cross as well. She doesn't like me doing things she doesn't approve of, much like my mother, and often reprimands me for them with a slap from her tail and a glare. Ever since we've adopted Kisa though, she seems to have lightened up a lot, mothering over the little cry baby like it was hers. It's cute, but if I ever did want to actually get rid of Kisa I don't think I would be able to."

Name: Thoran
Type: Jolteon
Distinguishing Marks?
PERSONALITY: Thoran is a hyper active little demon who likes to fight a lot. Other than sneaking up and pouncing on random people-sleeping, eating, and fighting are really the only things he enjoys doing. He's a fierce fighter but often hasty in his judgment of the situation. He doesn't like to think, he likes to do, and this often causes a problem in battle. He's slowly learning, but he doesn't like the slow pace every day seems to go by. Although horribly sociable he often runs off for days before returning to the group again. Khael has gotten used this after awhile, he doesn't understand it, but he lets Thoran go freely because he has no doubt the Jolteon will return. He is often thought of as the lonely trickster of the group.
History: "Finding Jolteon was actually much of a surprising adventure. I came across a patch in the desert where there were several Thunder Stones half-buried in the sand and I saw this Eevee walk over there and just evolve with no warning. It couldn't have been very strong, because I beat it and captured it easily, but it put up quite the fight anyways."

Name: Zion
Type: Typhlosion
Distinguishing Marks?
PERSONALITY: If anyone in this group is the cocky egotistical one, it's Zion. Many people think that it's just Khael rubbing off on the Pokemon as a Cyndaquil, but he was like that from the beginning. He is brave, but rash. Strong, but over confident. He hasn't lost a fight in awhile which has built him up a nice ego to feed off of in battle, but woe the day that Zion gets beaten, who knows what the prideful Pokemon would do. Although battling is one of his favorite things to do along with training, he also enjoys simple things like sleeping and playing games with the other pokemon. He has a fun-loving side, really, it just commonly turns competitive with others and doesn't come out as much.
History: "How I met Zion? This one's a piece of cake, he was my first. First ever. I got him as my starter Pokemon back when I was eleven years old and wanting to be the "greatest Pokemon trainer there ever was" like every other floundering eleven year old out there. He's one of my favorites to battle with because he can be so ruthless and focused, but I wonder how long it'll last? If you think about it, his--our streak has to end sometime."

Name: Aielel
Type: Pidgeot
Distinguishing Marks?
PERSONALITY: Aielel is a very laid back Pokemon. He doesn't really seem to have any concerns but making sure Khael doesn't explode from his sometimes overwhelming emotions and improving his technique. He's not really all that sociable except for occasional conversations with Schiaro, he instead prefers to just lounge about alone or glide around th current camp site and scout. His battle strategy is all about speed, he like to get in there right away and barrage with a bunch of attacks instead of being defensive or strategical.
History: "I got this guy when he was a Pidgeoto, so I didn't fully raise him, but we've been through a lot together. I caught him right before going into Team Rocket, and he's been a real help with all of those missions I had to do to get where I am today. So I guess I sort of give a lot of credit to him regarding my Gem rank. I'm not close to him as much as I am to some of the others, but he's a great help when you want to get your mind off things and just fly somewhere."

Name: Schiaro
Type: Gardevoir
Distinguishing Marks?
PERSONALITY: Schiaro is sort of quirky. Like most Psychic types, he seems intent and insanely wise but yet when he gets that little spark in his eyes you know somethings getting plotted out for his amusement. Probably more impish and devious than he'll let on, it's no wonder that Thoran is usually the one who hangs around him the most. He really just likes to keep amused rather than make a fool out of people as he often seems to get bored easily. For some reason he doesn't seem to like little Kisa or the bottle of mustard that she seems to always have on her like a lifeline. He often wonders how he could turn the bottle of mustard against her, or at least take it and frame someone else. Like that stupid Teddiursa the nerd has, perhaps. His particular fighting style is more strategy and sneak attack more than anything.
History: "Gardevoir was the newest of the team before Kisa. I got him as sort of a present for making Gem Rank. I don't know where he came from, I went into my office after the promotion and saw a glammed up Pokeball on my desk. There was a note, but all it said was 'Congratulations' so it didn't give me any clue to who gave it to me. I didn't expect him to listen to me since someone had obviously put a lot of time into raising him to the point he was at, but it was like he had been with me from the start. I still don't know who gave him to me, but I'm glad they did."

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Ice blue with colbalt fleck around the outside of the Iris.
Hair Color/Style: His hair is a light blonde, often spiked and swept off to the side.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 167
General Appearance:
Tall and lean, Khael gives the appearance of a mountain lion ready to pounce. He is limber and has a long, comfortable, assured stride that causes most swoon-prone women to look at him and squeal. His toned muscular body is only one of the things that contributes to his overall looks and "sex-appeal"--light blonde hair is accented by ice blue eyes and naturally sun-tanned skin. His face is more of a boyish handsome than rough and chiseled like most people would expect him to be. Not boyish in that his face is rounded and slightly chubby, but instead a slim facial structure with faint hints of cheekbones is more of what it looks like. His hair, at a light blonde is often spiked messily and swept to the side of his face and his eyes are a ice blue with cobalt flecking around the outside of the iris; this causes his gaze to sometimes be rather striking or intimidating. His eyes are by far his most noticeable feature. They put truth to the phrase "eyes are the window to your soul"--one would generally think that his eyes would be cold and hardened by battle and being so high in Team Rocket, but really it's nothing like that. At one point in his Rocket training he had the eyes of a warrior, but now they are softened, open, analytical, joyous, and calm. Some in the group say it's due to Kisa, but he refuses to admit to it.

His Rocket uniform is simple; a pair of slightly tight black pants, black shoes, a black v-neck under-tee and a black leather jacket with his jade "R" on the back of it. But when it's not required for him to wear the uncomfortably hot uniform, he likes to relax in a pair of khaki cargos, brown flips, and a t-shirt of random color depending on which are clean and on top of the pile. Sometimes he's not too keen on remembering to do his laundry, though he's gotten better since Sirene has started to throw his dirty clothes on his face while he sleeps. He's taken the hint rather well. the other thing that you can usually see on him, much to the groups humor, is a jade green sling bag which the little Togepi is carried in while they travel and sleeps in at night.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
+ Fighting, both physically and with Pokémon
+ A good listener and friend
+ Trustworthy
+ Leading
+ Sleeping
+ Eating
+ Getting out of tough situations
+ Once he has his mind set on something, there’s no changing it.

- Losing a battle
- Letting the Rockets down
-Letting his team down
- Spinarak
- Death
- Losing Control
Likes | Dislikes:
+ Food
+ Sleep
+ Battling
+ The color green
+ Kisa
+ His Pokémon
+ Socializing
+ Having a good time
+ Water
+ Being a “father” to Kisa
+ Attention
+ Control
+ Rain
+ Women

- Being stalked by fan girls
- That Teddiursa
- Being ignored
- Heat
- Being turned down
- Losing
- Being restrained
- Assumptions
- Absolute silence
+ To figure out what to do with Kisa
+ To stay in the Gems as long as possible
+ To find a woman who doesn’t only see his appearance
+ Fighting
+ Training Pokémon
+ Doing things for others
+ Leading
Quirks | Habits:
+ He often stares forward into space when he’s thinking or concentrating, sometimes giving the impression he’s staring at whoever happens to be in front of him.
+ He baby-talks to Kisa all the time unless she’s done something bad
+ He always has a bottle of mustard on him
+ He always has a few empty Pokeballs with him since he likes to fidget with them by tossing them up and down or between his hands.
+ He can go to sleep anywhere at anytime
+ He tries to not act like it but he absolutely adores Kisa
+ He’s really a softy since he found Kisa
+ He’s actually very lonely
Reputation: His reputation within the group is that of this egotistical arrogant hot shot who thinks he knows everything. They depict him like an Arcanine almost. He’s a good friend, loyal, but rather proud and egotistical when it comes to skill and fighting. They don’t see him as heartless, but unwilling to open up to most people and that his flirtatious womanizing ways are due to an ego-boost rather than the fact that he’s really just lonely.
Like most guys, Khael is a very proud being. There are things he knows he's good at and things he knows he's not good at, it's when you deny the things he's good at that he can get a little defensive, and depending on the situation, aggressive. He tries to keep his aggressiveness down outside of battling but he can't help it if there are people or certain Pokemon who just completely make him lose it. It's like a chemistry experiment gone bad--at first you're just slowly making your formula and solution and everything i balanced and happy and going well. And then you slip, you ass the wrong chemical or too much of something and it explodes in your face in the blink of an eye; before you even know what's happening, really. He always feels bad when his temper or ego get the best of him, but there are times where he just smiles and thinks "Oh how they deserved it..." and plays the part of the cocky jerk people expect him to be. He knows he can be egotistical and arrogant at times, but he likes to think it's part of his charm, it doesn't make him a jerk or anything, just...passionate. Especially when it comes to battling or his friends.

Being the flirt and womanizer that he is, Khael sometimes has a hard time making female friends and his ego sometimes make men shy away from him as well--but he never lets that get the better of him. He is a traditional optimist and can find the bright side in most situations and thus finds no problem in his tendency to scare people. But the friends he does have, you'd probably be surprised to know that he is a very good friend. He considers his friends his family-something he started doing since he started gaining rank in the Rockets-and would do anything for them. He likes to talk to people as much as he likes to listen to them, and even though he can sometimes be a little thick about some things he's still a great person to go to when you just want a person to talk to; even if sometimes it's more of a person to talk at. But he'll never say a word if you don't want him to, something that has been a great asset in being a Rocket, his is very trustworthy and loyal no matter what. Even if you piss him off, he'll never go and spill all of your deep dark secrets. He enjoys listening to people though, it gives him that momentary feeling of companionship that he wants so badly. Yes ladies, he's secretly a softy and lonely. He likes to believe that there is magic and unseen forces acting in the world as well, a part of his personality that most likely contributes to his optimistic attitude.

-+- History:

Khael was the first child to Alicia and Jerome Sky from Vermilion City. His family was always well off, they ran a chain of shops in surrounding cities and made a lot of money from trainers needing supplies like balls, potions, and food, as well as other basic supplies. He was never really spoiled, he got extravagant gifts, but only for holidays and his birthday, otherwise his parents were gone a lot traveling the world or working or just about anything that could keep them out of the house. So to entertain himself he would often go into town and talk to everybody or play with the other kids or Pokemon. Believe it or not, he spent a lot of time in the Pokemon Center volunteering to help Nurse Joy with all the sick Pokemon. Because of his adventures out in the city, he became very independent as well as a sort of Jack-of-all-trades in theory. He did errands for people to waste time between breakfast and dinner at home-one day he was called to do an errand for the Gym Leader and was taught about battling as reward for it. Ever since then, Khael has been interested in battling and has never quite forgotten his dream of becoming a Gym Leader some day.

For his seventh birthday his parents came back from their travels with a little Cyndaquil for Khael to befriend and battle with. That's what they told him. The real reason was so they could send him off to the Prep School, Pokemon Tech. They weren't exactly the most attentive or amazing parents in the world as you can tell. Driven to succeed in school and prove to himself and his parents that he could be great, Khael excelled in battling, graduating from there at age ten and getting his license before traveling from Gym to Gym and collecting badges and catching Pokemon like Thoran, Sirene, and Aielel. His life completely changed when he went to get his eighth badge, however. After winning his badge from Giovanni, Giovanni invited Khael back to his office to discuss the proposition of joining Team Rocket, that "they could use his fighting talent". Finally feeling wanted and enjoying the thought of prestige, power, and pay, Khael quickly accepted the offer and started the following day.

Khael quickly accepted his training within Rocket and worked to become something much more than a mere Grunt. He didn't join Rocket to be a Grunt his whole life like some of the people in there, he wanted to have power, be something bigger. That opportunity came when Khael was accepted as a Rocket Gem, the same day he obtained Schiaro, where he had finally come to a spot of power and respect within the Rockets that he could settle into and be happy. Currently he is traveling with Mysterica and the rest of the Gems. He's not quite sure what their entire purpose is within and outside the Rockets, but being the best in their fields must mean they're being used for something, right? As always in Team Rocket though, you tend to suppress your curiosity to prevent asking something you aren't supposed to know about or even wonder about. They'll have to find out eventually, he assumes.

Alicia Sky – Mother – 48
Jerome Sky – Father – 52
Kisa Anne Sky – Sister – 7


RP example:
A small smile replaced the fury that had previously been there. She was content, she had talked, stretched a little, been heard, and now she felt the exhaustion set in. "If you're so worried about me moving, let me stay here. I'll lay nice and still and be a good little kitten. I promise, Dr. Romano." She fingered a cross over her heart and held out her pinky for him like a child swearing not to tell about that teachers note their friend threw away. Her head nuzzled into his chest. She couldn't feel the fever but she was painfully aware of the temperature difference his body caused. "Good, you're not a total quack. The Doctor before you thought I was an evil demon who had possessed this poor child through the evils of television." A hard laugh flew out of her throat much like the tinkling bell laugh of Roxas but throatier. "He actually had me exorcised before he decided to become a monk....the wanker."

"Not much, like I said...you doctors like your meds too much. Kitty doesn't take well to sedatives, they ruffle her fur far too easily." Chezzy turned her wrist upwards to stare at the self-made tattoo that Roxas had made so long ago with a needle and broken pen. Nothing much, a simple star emblazoned along with a single name: Adam. The whole reason this started, this insanity. Chezzy loved the boy, he was her brother too, she was only here because she was repressed and rejected. That's all. If the dimwit could've stood up for herself...they wouldn't be in this mess.

She looked up at him with patronizing eyes, clearly entertained by his "diagnosis". "I don't believe that, I don't want that. I don't want a relationship, I want company other than the other idiot sharing my body. I know about him, you would think I don't? I just want him because I can't have it, I'm sure, deep down I don't want it. But that's not how I work, hun. I lives by urges and wants, I fulfill my desires by any means necessary. I'm everything Roxas isn't." Didn't any of the crack pot doctors realize that? Were they too absorbed in their ideas and theories that they couldn't open their ****ing eyes and see the truth in flashing lights before them? No, of course not. Because they're the sane ones...they know what they're doing. ********.

She thought about his offer, clearly willing to accept it, but she wanted more, to get her deal out of it the way she wanted. "You can give her the medicine...fine, I don't care. Just no sedatives, got it?" She glared accusingly at him like he'd pull one out of his ass any minute and stab her with the long needle. "And I really just want someone to listen...but you can ask the questions. First though...I have one for you. And be honest....What is your obsession with us...her?" Chezzy asked skeptically but with no hint of malice in her tone. "I intrigue you, that's obvious, but her...she's like any other woman frightened of her darker side, what makes her so special that you care so much for her after two hours of conversation in the courtyard?"

October 27th, 2008, 10:29 AM
-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Bristol Delhomme
Nick Names: Dollface
Age: 13
Location of Childhood Home: Outskirts of Saffron City, Kanto
Gem Classification: Grown-up Child (Beryl)

-+- Pokemon:

Type: Banette
Distinguishing Marks: None
Personality: Fiery and vengeful. Using it's ghostly abilities, it has often wreaked havoc on those who have crossed Bristol or herself. Hopelessly dedicated to its trainer, it has been with Bristol well before he was a member of Team Rocket. Reveling in the misdeeds they perform, she is happier than she was during their days living in Lavender Town. Quick to jealousy and will often act out when things aren't going her way. Hates to be inside its PokeBall.
History: When Bristol was a young boy, he came across his grandmother's old dolls in his house's attic. Suddenly, one began to move and dance, fascinating the boy. Bristol asked if it would like to play with him. Then, the doll jerked suddenly and a Banette emerged, screeching loudly and shaking violently. Bristol laughed and reached towards the Pokemon, tapping it on the forehead. Banette jerked and tumbled to the ground, overwhelmed by the boy's touch. Bristol landed next to the doll and picked it up, carrying it into his house. A "psychic" connection of sorts formed between the two. For seven years the two have never been separated. Together, they went through the Rocket training. Unable to find a partner that best suited them, they went off on their own, slowly adding to Bristol's contingent of Pokemon.

Type: Girafarig
Distinguishing Marks: None
Personality: Almost a complete opposite of Banette. Relaxed, quiet, and timid, it prefers to graze in a field rather than battle. However, it's proud of its ability in battle and when coerced into doing so, it does so with one hundred percent effort. If he begins to be on the losing side of a battle, he will more often than not retreat. To compensate for this, Bristol has worked with Girafarig on his evasion techniques, making it damn near impossible to land a hit on the speedy walking palindrome. Hates to be out of its ball when Bristol's Victreebel is present.
History: On one of Bristol's first missions as a Rocket Grunt, he was sent to the Safari Zone in Fuschia City with three other grunts to capture as many Pokemon as possible. Annoyed by the lack of professionalism in those he was partnered with, he went on his way alone into the depths of the Safari Zone jungles. In these depths is where Bristol met Girafarig. The small quadriped was surrounded by meat-lusting Victreebel. Their vines were entwined between the Pokemon's legs, holding it up in the air as it screamed in fear. Bristol, muttering some lame line about "never playing with your food," went in with Banette and proceeded to pummel the fly trap Pokemon. Capturing what appeared to be the strongest of the Victreebel, he quickly took to tending to the Girafarig. Sensing a great psychic ability locked away in the Pokemon's psyche, Bristol took the weakened Girafarig with him and almost immediately began to train it.

Type: Magneton
Distinguishing Marks: Instead of the normal steel-color that most Magneton share, Bristol's has a more bronze tone to its body
Personality: One could try to describe Magneton's personality, but you could say there's barely a personality there to describe. When out of its ball, it remains almost entirely motionless. There are two situations in which Magneton will show some spark or personality. When near a strong magnetic field, it comes alive with energy not matched by any of Bristol's other Pokemon. Though in this state Magneton is dangerous as it is constantly releasing waves that could possibly shut down a person's internal organs. The other case is when someone nearby uses a microwave. Prepare food at your own risk in the presence of Magneton.
History: Magneton was a "gift" from a trainer in Vermilion City. Overcome in rage from what the trainer's Electabuzz had done to his Banette, Bristol flew into what has been classified as a "Psychic Fit." The energy overwhelmed the offending trainer and threw him into a deep set coma. With his Rocket training under his belt, Bristol knew this was the time to take the prize. He snagged all of the Pokeballs from the boy's bag and set off for their nearby base in his hometown. As he turned in the Pokeballs to HQ, he sensed great power emitting from one of the Pokeballs. Unused in battle, Bristol kept this one hidden and set off for his apartment. Releasing the Pokemon from its confines, it was revealed to be a freshly caught Magneton. Bristol was puzzled by its lack of personality, but attributed this to the Pokemon's lack of a brain or heart. Due to Bristol's hatred/incapability of teleporting, he uses Magneton's levitating abilities to move quickly between destinations.

Type: Victreebel
Distinguishing Marks: None
Personality: Sadistic and hungry by nature. It is motivated by its desire to watch things suffer and writhe in pain. Hates to pain that seems to come from its bouts of extreme hunger. Will eat anything with a heartbeat. The most intelligent of Bristol's Pokemon, he manages to come up with devious plans for capturing his prey. Often frustrated with Bristol's lackadaisical way of living, often resulting in it trying to eat Bristol. Vulnerable to attacks on its mind and very fearful of fire. Will go at great lengths to avoid what it fears the most. Often butts heads with Banette on all matters.
History: As mentioned before, Victreebel was first introduced to Bristol when readying to feast upon a young Girafarig. He hadn't eaten in several hours, so the pain he was feeling was excruciating. As he was about to drop the crying Girafarig into his mouth, he was rudely smashed in the back of the head by a Banette's Shadow Claw. Dropping the prey, he was slammed into a nearby tree where he watched his fellow Victreebel tossed away by the screeching Banette. Puzzled, he watched as the Banette pummeled his colleagues and tossed them aside like rag dolls. Bristol then tossed a PokeBall at Victreebel, who was too weakened to resist capture. At first their relationship was uneasy and Victreebel trying to eat its new master. Through careful training, Victreebel grew to respect its new master. Brutal and perfect for a Rocket agent's killer Pokemon. When a dirty job had to be done, Victreebel and Banette were the ones for the job.

Type: Xatu
Distinguishing Marks: Unique markings on its wings. Two red, diamond shape markings stand out in the middle of the normally white part of the wing.
Personality: To say Xatu loves herself is a grave understatement. Pompous, snobby, and downright rude to others, Xatu feels all should bow before her. Blessed with a natural ability to tell the future and an aptness in battle unmatched by any of Bristol's other Pokemon. Xatu is prone to attacking those she sees as weak and insignificant. Prone to angry outbursts when things don't go her way. Only shows patience for Bristol and Girafarig who it sees as an apprentice of sorts. Heavily dislikes other females. Quick to show off its unique markings. Tends to hoard massive amounts of trinkets, watches, etc in a nest that she built in the base.
History: For the first few years of its life, it was raised in Ecruteak City in Johto. Due to the strange markings on its wings, it was seen as the reincarnation of an old prophet that predicted the end of the world. Living in a life of luxury, Xatu's (then only a Natu) ego only grew as the weeks progressed. Indeed, it was blessed with an unique ability to foresee the future. This caught the interest of the public, who flocked by the hundreds hoping to have their future told to them. Like a bug drawn to the fire, Team Rocket's greed brought them to Ecruteak. They were met with little resistance as the villagers said Natu had predicted it would be stolen away by the "Black Guards of the Abyss." Taken back to Saffron, it was placed into intense training to evolve it as quickly as possible. After several weeks, Natu had evolved into Xatu. Originally, it was intended to be a member of Giovanni's personal Pokemon contingent. However, the Team Rocket leader recognized its need to be paired with a trainer with psychic abilities. It was then assigned to Bristol, at the time a Team Rocket member who was quickly progressing up the ranks. Xatu immediately warmed up to the boy, who's maturity and intelligence surpassed any of the adults she had ever come into contact with. He praised her for when she did good and worked with her on her psychic abilites. Though Bristol often disciplined her for concerning herself about her appearance before her battling abilities, they still share a close bond.

Type: Froslass
Distinguishing Marks: Pink bow tied around its neck
Personality: Unlike the rest of Bristol's Pokemon, Froslass is the sweetest and kindest of them all. She is naive to the point of where is she puts herself in harm's way constantly. Froslass is incredibly devoted to Victreebel who prefers to keep his distance. If there is music playing nearby, Froslass's wispy body will be to sway back and forth, forcing her into a trance that's hard to break. If a colleague is injured, she's goes out of her to ensure they are safe and their wounds are tended to. Despite her personality, she loves to battle and does so to impress her darling Victreebel. She is proud of the wide arsenal of attacks. She feels indebted to Bristol for helping her evolve as she felt trapped in her Snorunt body. Froslass dislikes the sun and prefers to only be out of her PokeBall at night unless necessary.
History: Bristol first encountered Froslass in her Snorunt form as he was scouting Shoal Cave as a potential Hoenn base of operation for Team Rocket. While wandering the sandy shoals, he noticed a flock of Zubat flying nearby, moving erratically. With Bristol's interest piqued, he followed the Zubat to a nearby cave, where he found a sleeping Snorunt. It had a pink bow tied around its neck and it appeared to have just arrived where it was sitting recently due to the footsteps in the snow around it. After dispersing of the Zubat that were hovering over it, Bristol walked to it and picked it up. It opened its eyes and smiled. Bristol was not used to Pokemon being happy to him, so he was taken back a bit. Reading the Pokemon's mind, Bristol found out the Snorunt had been abandoned by her original trainer three days before, being deemed too "ugly" for him. Feeling sorry for the Snorunt, Bristol brought the Pokemon back with him to Kanto, and trained it. Researching potential evolution methods, he came across some information that said when female Snorunt were exposed to a certain energy from a stone found in Sinnoh, they evolved into an unique Pokemon called Froslass. Using his Team Rocket connections, he traveled to Sinnoh with Snorunt and stole a Dawn Stone from one the wealthy families that populated the eastern side of the continent. Using the stone, he evolved his Snorunt, who's power grew tenfold upon evolution.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color/Style: Brown - Short and military style cut - Longer on the top, buzzed on the side
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110 pounds
General Appearance: His nickname says it all- he's so goddamn cute and artificial-looking he resembles a doll. Short and cuddly, his appearance masks the cold-hearted psychic behind it. His stare is always blank and fixed, not one hair on his head out of place, and his posture is always perfect. His skin tone is moderately tanned from his numerous travels around the world. There are no battle scars or markings to be found - he has never dealt with an injury his entire two years in Team Rocket. When he smiles, which is a rare occurrence, his teeth glow with the intensity of a Starmie's gem. There is a single freckle on the tip of his nose and on the left side of his neck.

Clothing wise, he has opted for a beryl red-themed outfit to fit his other moniker within Team Rocket. His outfit consists of a three-piece suit. The jacket is a dark scarlet. The vest underneath is an even darker, blood red color. His tie is white, contrasting with the colors of his upper half. Painted on the left breast of the jacket is a black "R," symbolizing his membership in Team Rocket. His pants are the same red as his jacket. His shoes are black and polished.


-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
+ Calm
+ Collected
+ Quick-thinking
+ Being Psychic
- Heights
- Fog
- Dark-type Pokemon
Likes | Dislikes:
+ Psychic- and Ghost-type Pokemon
+ night time
+ haunted houses
+ spas, graveyards
+ the ocean
- Fire
- deep oceans
- growing old
Goals: To become one of the most powerful Psychic/Ghost-type Trainers in the world
Skills: Telekinesis, Telepathy, Memory Modification, Memory Projection, Illusions, Levitation
Quirks | Habits: Never blinks, speaks in an almost inaudible whisper, IQ of over 200
Secrets: Raised himself due to self-absorbed parents
Reputation: Known for being the youngest high-ranking official in Team Rocket history, his exploits are well known to the public due to his age, kind of pushed to the side by some of his colleagues due to his age, one of Giovanni's pets

Bristol is very afraid of his emotions. If he is to lose control, he might lose control of his abilities. This could lead to catastrophic consequences for those around him. Around others, he does his best remain calm at all times. He doesn't trust others very easily. Bristol also dislikes reading other people's minds unless necessary as he usually find stuff out about that person that he doesn't wish to know. He takes pride in his other abilities however and will show them to whoever asks for a demonstration.

When it comes to his Pokemon, he cares a great deal about them. They are the first family he has ever had and he would do anything to protect them. He expends a great deal of time training them and taking care of them. If one of his Pokemon are hurt, nothing else matters until they are healed. He is very quick to unleash his rage towards those who hurt his Pokemon however. And this is where the darker side of Bristol's personality comes out and what makes him such an effective Team Rocket executive: he possesses little regard for human life.

In his time of having access to the human mind, he has come to develop a hatred for others. He has seen their pettiness, their rage, their petty feelings. He strives to be as emotionless as possible, artificial and untampered by other human feelings.

(As I told you on AIM, I'd much rather reveal personality through RP posts. Sorry.)

-+- History:

Past: Bristol was born thirteen years ago in the Saffron Gym. His mother, Elma, didn't notice she was in labor when it first started. Her mind was focused on the training she was doing at the time.

Family: (Just names, relationship and ages)

(Anything we should know? Is your Character ill etc?)

RP example:(Okay. You can post something fresh or a link or a section out of a story. This is proving to me you're not one of those people that writes like a seven year old when they're actually a seventeen year old individual.)


October 27th, 2008, 10:35 AM
-Out of Character-

Name: Kogenta (or anything reasonable/recognizable)

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Aidan Kir Iiolo
Nick Names: The Magician, Garnet
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Location of Childhood Home: Ecruteak City
Gem Classification: The Illusionist, *Garnet

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Lili
Gender: Female
Type: Mawile
Distinguishing Marks? The mark on her horns is diamond-shaped rather than elliptical
PERSONALITY: Lili's smile is almost as disarming as her master's, and the consequences of trusting her sweet face may be even more serious. While Aidan may draw satisfaction from simply causing a person to believe a ridiculous lie, Lili draws satisfaction when her jaws find something to bite. Hard. Around Aidan's living quarters are various sheets and bars of metal that he keeps for Lili's horns to chew on. The teeth marks evident on these objects serve as warnings to those who might be tempted to near the young Mawile.

Though in many ways childish, Lili is not wholly dependent on her charm for victory. After the initial attack, an opponent fortunate enough to wrest itself free from the Mawile's grip is not likely to fall for the same trick twice. Thus, to prevent others from "doing unto her" as well as to satisfy her own desire for violence, Lili has become quite a competent battler.

Note: Lili's favorite food is Pecha Berries. She will trick, maim, and steal for them.
History: Aidan obtained Lili in true Rocket fashion: stealing. Having heard about a certain type of Pokemon with an innocent face and a vicious bite, he investigated Granite Cave in order to verify the stories. While in the cave, he noticed a light ahead and approached in time to see yellow humanoid creature staring wide-eyed at a trainer who hesitantly approached her. At his side was a Clefairy using Flash to light up the area. As the trainer drew near, the wild Mawile pulled back shyly as though nervously preparing to flee into the darkness.

"Don't worry--it's alright," the boy assured the Pokemon, slowly extending his arm toward her. Snap! A giant pair of black jaws clamped down on his arm like a vice, and he cried out as his Clefairy threw itself at the offending Mawile. Aidan silently watched the ensuing battle. Currently he cared little for the trainer's Pokemon in themselves--only in how the Mawile responded to them. On his second Pokemon, the boy finally wore down his opponent enough to capture her in a Great Ball. Then, everything went dark. The trainer's every movement sent echoes throughout the cavern as he glanced to and fro in panicked confusion. After its initial attack, his Clefairy had stopped fighting in order to maintain its Flash tenchnique. So why . . . ? "Clefairy?" the boy called. He heard its response beside him. For a moment he was relieved, only to be terrified as inhuman laughter rang out about with maniacal glee. Eyes. Glowing blood red, less than a foot from his own face. Before he could even scream, a black sleep had claimed him, and he fell to the floor. Aidan strolled up to the trainer's unconscious figure and plucked the newly-caught Mawile's Pokeball from his limp hand. The teenager smiled. "Thanks, Sand. Let's go."

Initially Lili was not strongly inclined to obey her new trainer. She liked her freedom, after all, and why should she give it up to some random person who happened to hold her Pokeball? But before long she found herself charmed by Aidan, and in being charmed realized she had met a kindred spirit--the idea of which amused her. To this day, she still considers herself free and is not likely to easily accept the authority of many individuals over her.

Name: Sandman
Gender: Male
Type: Haunter
Distinguishing Marks? N/A
PERSONALITY: As with most Haunter, Sandman draws great pleasure from frightening and tricking whoever he can. His skill at casting illusions has proven useful to Aidan on many occasions, while Aidan's lack of morals allows Sandman the considerable satisfaction of carrying out many misdeeds.
One vice Sandman suffers is his frequent hunger pangs. And since he eats only dreams and spirits, such a hunger can be difficult to satiate. When Aidan does sleep, he allows Sandman to devour his dreams--something more helpful to the human than unpleasant since most of his dreams are nightmares. At times, the Haunter's Hypnosis is the only way Aidan can go to sleep. Because he is able to see the dreams he consumes, Sandman has a unique insight into his trainer's mind.
The relationship between Aidan and Sandman is somewhat peculiar. While the absence of morals shared by the two encourages the worst in one another, their common understanding helps keep them in check. They also bear the ability to see beyond the other's surface level, though they would likely never admit how deeply their relationship runs--if they themselves know at all.
History: Aidan met Sandman during his first visit to the Burned Tower after Rain's death. The Ghastly saw the young boy gazing blankly at a set of stairs and thought him an easy target. As he began to drain the life from Aidan, however, the phantom sensed something unusual: a sense of brokenness, an unspoken grief, and an uncommon lack of regard for life. His interest only increased when the boy's piercing, ice-blue eyes lifted and stared directly in the Ghastly's direction, as though he could see the hidden Pokemon. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, the ghost-type's curiosity led him to not only spare his prey, but to approach and befriend it.

Sandman became Aidan's partner in crime while the boy was at home, and the pair performed numerous malicious acts together. When he began his Pokemon journey, Aidan brought Sandman with him, and the Ghastly evolved within the first few months of his travels.

Name: Imp
Gender: N/A
Type: Rotom
Distinguishing Marks? N/A
PERSONALITY: As its name would suggest, Imp is a rather mischievous creature whose highest loyalty at the moment seems to be to chaos. Aidan is currently attempting to tame the Rotom to a degree that would make it more useful. At the moment, however, he uses Imp when general destruction is his goal.

From experience, Imp has learned that Aidan's battle directions are usually better to follow than not. Occasionally the electric type will act on its own volition, even against its trainer's words; but for the sake of self-preservation, Imp is slowly learning otherwise. Outside battle, any respect the Rotom holds for Aidan comes from the latter's allowance on multiple occasions for Imp to simply run wild. Stillness is not something Imp holds in high regard, so attempts to stay destruction by this creature must be accompanied by other directions.
History: Imp is Aidan's newest Pokemon and was one of the most difficult to capture. When he met Imp, Aidan was investigating a report from a Rocket base in Sinnoh that had complained of equipment trouble of an unusual nature. When the malfunctions persisted, followed by a lack of communication with the base, Aidan was sent to determine the nature of the problem. When he arrived, Aidan found all the electronic locks on the doors and windows closed, with flashing lights and strange noises occasionally making appearances from within the building. He was intrigued. Then, amidst a set of crackling sparks, the trainer thought he saw the form of a pair of eyes. Releasing Banshee, Aidan ordered her to send her cries throughout the building, hoping to force out of hiding a being whose existence he only suspected.

A series of explosions rang out--signs of machines possessed by Rotom now thrashing in pain. Then Imp appeared. A shining red figure engulfed in electricity, he charged straight from the front gate's control pad toward Aidan. The battle that followed was a challenging one for both sides, with the wild Rotom dodging in an out of whatever electrical devices were nearby, and possessing and destroying each Pokeball thrown at it. Such measures were made necessary by the relentless attacks launched against the electric type, and at times escape was all the Rotom had opportunity to attempt. But Aidan had the advantage of both strength and numbers, and his Pokemon eventually wore the Rotom down enough for it to be captured.

Name: Oracle
Gender: Male
Type: Absol
Distinguishing Marks? Orange eyes, rather than red
PERSONALITY: Being able to sense coming disaster, Oracle tends to have a rather dark outlook on life. While he is not the type to weave long, woeful tales of self-pity, he does not have much patience for blind optimism either. Oracle's actions tend to be efficient and purposeful, and he has a keen understanding of the more negative aspects of the world around him. The Absol does not have much tact either. If he chooses to tell something, he is only vague if his own understanding is vague or he is particularly depressed. Otherwise, he has a habit of being more blunt than most would want.

Unless he has something to do, Oracle can usually be found lying down somewhere with his eyes closed.

Oracle is one of the few beings in this world that Aidan truly respects.
History: While scouting out a mountain village, Aidan saw an Absol walking through the streets. He had never seen that type of Pokemon and was curious, so he began to follow it. Once they reached the outskirts of town, the Absol turned and spoke. Aidan was surprised to discover that he could understand the Pokemon, though it did not use human speech. "This village will be destroyed by a mudslide tonight. Tell them, if you want," the dark type said and disappeared into the forest.

Aidan began to question the locals about the Absol and was told that Pokemon was a bringer of disaster. Apparently, each time after he appeared, a devastating event occurred shortly afterward. Droughts, storms, disease, and more followed the Absol's walks through the town, and no one seemed terribly fond of him. Aidan left the village that evening without giving anyone the Absol's message. As predicted, a mudslide buried the village during the night. The next morning, Aidan returned to survey the damage and noticed a white-furred figure doing the same. After a time, the Absol spoke.

"Did you tell them?"



"I didn't want to." Aidan paused. "Did you care?"

"Not really."

Following a period of silence, Aidan asked the Absol to come with him. The Absol considered for a moment, then agreed under the condition that he could leave whenever he wanted to. Aidan accepted the terms.

In the Box

Name: Banshee
Gender: Female
Type: Mismagius
Distinguishing Marks? N/A
PERSONALITY: Banshee's personality is a combination of cold maliciousness and heart-wrenching sorrow. While she may cry for the suffering and tragedy in the world, the ghost Pokemon is not opposed to causing tragedy and suffering either. Even as she uses the sadness in her heart to fuel her songs, she breaks people down for no other reason than to watch them crash and burn. In terms of her interaction with others, Banshee is capable of being polite--even amiable. Unless she likes you to an unusually high degree, however, she will not object to shattering your sense of reality with one of her chants the next moment. Much of the cheerfulness Banshee had as a Misdreavus has vanished, but signs of happiness still evidence themselves at times.
History: During one of his sleepless nights while on the road Aidan decided to walk through town. While moving amongst a series of empty warehouses, he sensed something following him and released Sandman from his Pokeball. The Haunter sensed a soul beginning to move away from him and his trainer and followed it. Upon rounding a corner, he found a Misdreavus whirling about to face him. The smaller ghost released an ear-piercing scream. For a moment Sandman was silent; then he laughed. The Misdreavus laughed. Aidan strolled up moments later and with a smile asked the Misdreavus if she wanted to accompany him and his Haunter on their walk. Eager for company, she agreed.

When dawn arrived, Aidan asked if the Misdreavus would be willing to come with him since he was sad to part from her company. He also promised her many future opportunities to meet new people and, if she so chose, become a blight to them. The offer appealed to her, and she joined Aidan's team. After he joined Team Rocket, Aidan stole a Dusk Stone and evolved Banshee into her present state.

Name: Claymore
Gender: Male
Type: Skarmory
Distinguishing Marks? Slightly larger than an average Skarmory
PERSONALITY: Fiercely proud and belligerent, Claymore hates being looked down upon or thought of as weak. Though not unintelligent, he does tend to let his temper control him if he considers himself insulted. Claymore is not particularly social, which is probably good since not many would want to interact with someone so sensitive. On a positive note, Claymore's pride instills within him a sense of honor that binds him to keep his word--even under circumstances others might not think of seriously (ex: After agreeing to get a soda for his trainer, Claymore broke open a vending machine to do so when he could not find the beverage elsewhere). If he tells you something will be done, consider it done.
History: One spring, a family of Taillow and Swellow nested on the roof outside Aidan's room at one of the Rocket bases. Rather than using one of the Pokemon he already had or borrowing another person's Pokemon, he caught and trained a Skarmory specifically to drive the family away. No one is quite sure why he did this, but at least his efforts were rewarded when he released Claymore on the unsuspecting wild Pokemon and watched them squawk and fly away. With this task accomplished, he considered returning Claymore to the wild, but eventually decided that he might as well keep the Skarmory since he might prove useful later.

Name: Havoc
Gender: Male
Type: Typhlosion
Distinguishing Marks? Black back, red edging his stomach
PERSONALITY: Despite his nickname, Havoc is generally a good-natured Pokemon--perhaps a bit serious, but not wrathful without reason. If he had a vice, it would be his loyalty to his trainer despite Aidan's criminal occupation. Seeing the changes in Aidan over the years has saddened the Typhlosion, but he has not given up on his human partner yet.

When he is outside his Pokeball, Havoc will usually watch situations in silence until he is called upon to do something. If he is doing something, however, he will work hard at it and devote however much concentration and effort are needed to succeed.

By now Aidan considers Havoc his "firepower Pokemon" (pardon the pun) and usually only withdraws the Typhlosion for training or a situation in which he believes blatant power will be needed. Another, less (if at all) known reason Aidan prefers not to withdraw Havoc is that having the fire Pokemon with him somehow makes him feel obligated to a degree of morality.
History: Havoc was Aidan's first official Pokemon and was the last being Aidan met who caught the boy's clear strains of morality. For their first month together, Aidan and his new Cyndaquil were relatively happy. As hoped, the young Pokemon was a good influence on Aidan, and the human's protectiveness toward the fire-type appeared to help him recover some of his sanity. But dark intentions run deep, and after his month in New Bark Town (see Past) Aidan received a phone call from his parents asking if he wanted to come home. Part of him wanted to stay in New Bark and simply leave his old life behind. But before leaving Ecruteak he had already made plans, and to those plans he held. With a Cyndaquil and a Ghastly in his arsenal (see Past), Aidan began his Pokemon journey.

Gradually Aidan fell further and further from his more innocent self and began to call his Cyndaquil "Havoc"--perhaps a statement of intent, but who knows? Asking would hardly provide a trustworthy answer.

Name: Spike
Gender: Male
Type: Seadra
Distinguishing Marks? Black tips on his spines
PERSONALITY: Spike is a rather spirited, yet easy-going Pokemon. He enjoys a good fight, and if the stakes are not serious he does not mind losing if he feels he gave his best effort. Having mostly been reduced to a transporter at the moment, the Seadra is a little restless and disappointed, but happy about the battles he still is able to experience. One thing that does bother Spike is an opponent who disrespects a battle by not giving true effort to it. While he is not particularly outgoing, Spike is fairly receptive to those who might try to befriend him.

The relationship between Spike and Aidan is nothing abnormally close. Both have the usual trainer-Pokemon regard for one another and mostly get along well. Sometimes Spike is uncomfortable with Aidan's colder acts, however, and will speak if he feels uneasy enough. In the past Aidan has never resented this, but simply taken note and never changed.
History: Spike and Aidan met while the former was still a Horsea and the latter was still a normal trainer. The story of the water type's capture is not particularly unusual. Aidan had met a strange old man on a seashore, been asked his opinion on a slogan for a weather-watching club, then been given a Fishing Rod upon his answer. Having nothing else to do with the rod, he attempted using it. Three Magikarp later, Aidan met a Horsea and sent Sandman to battle it. The fight was not particularly easy or difficult, and in the end Aidan had himself a new Pokemon. Having a water Pokemon proved useful for travel through lakes, rivers, oceans, etc. Since lately the amount of outright fighting Aidan has been participating in has been reduced, Spike has become mostly a travel Pokemon. But whenever he is at a base, Aidan maintains his Seadra's training in order to ensure that it will still be battle-ready should a need arise.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Clear grey-blue
Hair Color/Style: Dark blue/mid-length, layered
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 135 lbs
General Appearance: Aidan's most outstanding physical feature is his eyes. Bright, sincere, open, and honest; his eyes fervently promise to all who meet their gaze that every word their owner speaks is the absolute truth. Unfortunately, believing such innocent eyes has been the end for many people. Like whirlpools, they can drown the unwary in a sea of false reality. While his dark blue hair is mostly straight, it tends to curl a little forward at his face as well as around his neck where it starts to thin. Aidan's expressions--both facial and in body movement--tend to be relaxed and warm. He has a certain air of gentility about him, and when people talk he has a habit of gazing quietly them as though he were carefully considering their every word. Overall, anyone who simply saw him walking down the street would have difficulty believing that such a person was a member of Team Rocket.

Whenever possible, Aidan prefers not to wear a Rocket uniform since he perceives it as being limiting and a stigma to his ability to charm. The youth's appearance is carefully tailored, yet his usual attire is rather simple: A green t-shirt with a white long-sleeved shirt beneath, dark blue jeans held with a black belt, white tennis shoes, and a black cord necklace with a bone pendant carved into the shape of a stylized fish hook. On his left wrist he wears both links to a pair of handcuffs (from the first and only time he has been arrested) and a sports watch, while his left forefinger bears a silver ring set with a green garnet. In white letters on the front of Aidan's shirt are the words "Waking Dreams." To help block out some of Banshee's worse chants (and because he enjoys music), Aidan keeps a pair of headphones hanging about his neck. While his clothing is worn enough to signify that it is well-used, it is also clean and well-kept. During warm weather, his sleeves may be rolled up; or the long-sleeved shirt may be altogether absent. For cold weather he has a black, hooded jacket. As with most trainers, Aidan keeps his Pokeballs on his belt. His other travel items are held in a green and black backpack.

-+- Personality:
Strengths | Fear:

Actually caring about something/someone
Losing himself

Likes | Dislikes:
Toying with people
Spicy food (particularly curry)
Walking through graveyards
Watching the night sky

Forgetting things (personally)
The Burned Tower in Ecruteak
The words "I dare you to [...]"

Eventually finding some sort of peace or happiness
Dissecting personality traits for future imitation and reference
Copying mannerisms
Cooking curry
Quirks | Habits: If he considers a defeated opponent worthy enough, Aidan may keep some sort of reminder of the encounter.
Secrets: --
Reputation: Aidan is said to be rather nice to anyone who does not cross him, occasionally helping those he favors when he has a notion to--whether by bringing them an extra cup of coffee or interceding if they mess up on a mission. He is also said to be able to make most people believe almost anything he wants them to. According to rumor (though who knows how much truth lies in it), Aidan has convinced several trainers to give their Pokemon to him with nothing but his words.
Personality: If asked, Aidan would tell you that honesty is one of the most important parts of his life since it is essential to any good relationship. Unfortunately, Aidan is a pathological liar. He lies to tell people what they want to hear, to tell people what they do not want to hear, and for his own general amusement. While Aidan does not always lie, naturally, he generally feels no remorse when he does. This, and his skill in said area, make him particularly suited to the job of Illusionist since he can easily, instantly weave together a web of falsehood.

Despite the fact that everyone who knows of Aidan knows him as a liar, his charisma tends to curtain reason. Because of this, people who meet Aidan often like him--at least, until they realize he has somehow convinced them to give him their watch, wallet, Pokemon, and a promise to lock themselves in a fridge for the rest of the week. While he often manipulates in minor instances for mere entertainment, Aidan is also capable of manipulating on a more significant scale when the situation demands such.

Aside from this, Aidan has the ability to alter his personality to suit his present needs. Though normally easy-going and friendly, he knows how to be whatever he wants to be--a groveling coward, a brave warrior, a shy and awkward outcast, etc. Oddly, amidst all his webs and guile used to bend events to his favor, Aidan cares surprisingly little for himself. Winning challenges is inherently preferable to him, of course, but losses (while inconvenient) tend to be seen as challenges in themselves or mere points of entertainment. The losses that seem to bother Aidan most are ones that he perceives will place an extended limitation on him (ex: A plan to uproot and replace one of his superiors failing). Physical pain does not seem to trouble him much either.

While being liked generally makes his life easier, and achieving a favorable status in the eyes of others is something entertaining to do, Aidan cares little about what most people think of him providing he is still eventually able to get what he wants.

Whether because of his own deceptive skills or some other reason, Aidan is able to see through most facades and lies. But if he sees no reason to act otherwise, he may simply act based on what he was told--however false he suspects it may be.

In battle, Aidan will rarely attempt to simply crush an opponent with brute force. Rather, he prefers to trick, disorient, and otherwise disable his opponents so that he can destroy them as he pleases.

-+- History:

As a child, Aidan was rather quiet and even a little shy. Because he never defended himself, he tended to be teased often and occasionally bullied at school. But his experiences were not unbearable, particularly after he was able to find a friend--or rather, after a friend found him. One day Aidan sat curled on the ground, turning his face from the leaves and tufts of grass being thrown at him by his kindergarten classmates. Then she appeared in a blaze of righteous fury, brown eyes glowing with fire and tongue slicing adeptly as a warrior's sword. The boy's persecutors dispersed in seconds.

Aidan, who had never been defended before, was initially uneasy around this strange girl. Her friendliness and his curiosity overcame whatever reservations he held, however, and soon Aidan found himself talking to the girl every day. Rain was the same age as Aidan and had a laugh light and soft as her namesake. Her eyes, which had been set alight with anger during the friends' first encounter, were normally inquisitive and warm. Grown a little past shoulder length, her black hair was usually allowed to hang down, though Rain had a habit of tying it back when she grew annoyed--perhaps subconscious preparation to beat whoever was irritating her into the pavement.

- - - - -

"Hey, Rain, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Aidan's head was tilted and turned, resting atop the knees he hugged to his chest. His azure eyes were fixed attentively on the girl that sat beside him.

Legs stretched out in the grass, Rain leaned back on her hands and stared up at the sky. For a few seconds her face contorted a little with her intensity of thought. Finally she laughed and let herself fall to the ground. "I don't know! There's just too much out there." Then Rain's expression grew a little more serious, and she bit her lip. "Maybe a police officer like Jenny--so I can help people, you know?" she said slowly. "But I wouldn't mind being a Pokemon trainer either. It would be really fun, and I could still help people then. 'Pokemon trainer for justice!'" She laughed again. Rain turned toward Aidan. "Hey, did you know that your eyes are almost the same color as the sky?"

"They are?"


- - - - -

When he was almost eleven, Aidan's classmates dared him to sneak into the Burned Tower. Since he met Rain, the boy had become happier and more confident; but he was still considerably more susceptible to outside pressure than most people are. The boy knew the idea was a bad one. Most things people are dared to do are. Still, he was swayed. And following school he made his way to the tower.

After Aidan left, Rain asked someone nearby where he went. Upon discovery of what had happened, she postponed releasing her rage only to go after Aidan and first bring him back. Aidan had already entered the Burned Tower when Rain arrived. She found him on the second floor, his expression uneasy as he whirled about to glance in the direction of every new imagined sound.

- - - - - - -


Surprise, relief, and shame simultaneously flooded through the boy as he recognized the voice that called his name. "Rain!" he replied, his voice drifting through the dimness that his squinting eyes sought to pierce.

Rain cautiously made her way across a creaking section of floor. "Aidan, what were you thinking coming here? It's dangerous." The girl entered a shaft of light that shone through a missing section of wall. "Who knows what kind of wild Pokemon are here, and this entire building could come down at any moment."

"Y-yeah . . . You're right. I'm sorry." Aidan hung his head.

"Just don't do anything like this again. Come on--let's go."

"Coming." He began to pick his was down the pile of rubble on which he stood.

Suddenly, a rumble shook the tower. Dust streamed from the crumbling ceiling, followed by fragments of stone. The boy braced himself against a wooden column as larger segments of ceiling begin to fall away. His eyes widened. "Rain, look out!"

A shard of stone the size of a bowling ball crashed down on Rain. She did not scream or cry, but merely crumpled to the ground. Before he could reason or consider, Aidan found himself running to Rain's side. Blood was smeared on the rock that had struck her, and dark crimson was already pooling around her head. The girl's eyes were closed.

"Rain?" Aidan hesitantly reached a hand out and touched her arm. Her eyes flickered open. "Rain!" A smile tugged weakly at the edges of her lips. "Hey . . ." she whispered.

"I'm gonna go get help. Don't worry." Aidan started to stand, but felt fingertips brushing against his hand.


"But why?" Immediately he regretted asking the question, since immediately he realized its answer. Aidan leaned forward, his grey-blue eyes shimmering with fervent desperation. "Y-you're not gonna . . . ?"

The strain of Rain's smile increased, and tears squeezed out of the edges of her closed eyes. "It's getting hard to stay awake. I don't know how much longer--"

"Don't say that! Please!"

"I don't want to go, Aidan . . . I don't want to, but everything is getting so dark." For a moment the old tower, which neither had noticed was no longer moving, was silent. Her hand twitched in its effort to move. "Aidan, are you still there?"

He immediately grasped her hand, then lifted her head from the ground with his free one. "I'm here."

"Good . . ." Her voice was fainter, and her words began to slur. "I was scared to be alone."

Aidan could not prevent his voice from choking as he answered, "But what about me?! Don't leave me alone! Don't go. Not because of--because--"

"Hey, Aidan, could you do me a favor?"


"Smile." He shook. Her body relaxed. He cried.

- - - - - - -

For three months following Rain's death, Aidan fell into a deep depression and lingered on the edge of insanity. The events at the Burned Tower had broken him completely, and even simple tasks such as walking down the street disoriented him. Then, after his tri-month fall into darkness, Aidan made a sudden and seemingly miraculous recovery. The boy was bolder and more outgoing than before; he even somehow befriended the group of children who had sent him to the Burned Tower. Some might have considered him a good friend, too, since he so diligently remained by their sides amidst the stream of misfortune that now seemed to follow them wherever they went.

Six months after he lost Rain, Aidan returned the Burned Tower. As he lingered on the first floor, wondering if he could force himself to proceed to the second, the world about him began to distort. Then an ice-cold, burning hot tongue was on his face, draining the life from him. Aidan fell to one knee and almost lost consciousness. This was his first encounter with a certain wild Ghastly, later to become his own Sandman. Somehow the two beings befriended each other, and Aidan's visits to the tower grew more frequent so he could meet his Pokemon companion. Before long, the Ghastly began to venture from its home, shadowing Aidan unseen and unknown to all but the boy. The phantom's unique abilities proved quite useful to Aidan in execution his malicious acts against his human "friends." But despite Aidan's efforts to appear normal, his parents began to grow worried about the changes they noticed in their son. Relatives in New Bark Town suggested giving Aidan a starter Pokemon so that the boy would have someone he could trust and play with while learning responsibility. His parents found the idea agreeable, and Aidan had no objections as well. In fact, he requested permission to become a full-time trainer. This idea was a little more questionable to his parents, and after some deliberation they decided to allow his wish under the stipulation that he could spend a month with his Pokemon in New Bark Town with no trouble.

The moment he received his Cyndaquil, Aidan was surprised (and troubled) to find himself genuinely happy. And as he bonded and trained with Havoc for a month, he perhaps did recover a little. Once the one-month testing period was over, however; he brought his Cyndaquil back to Ecruteak, picked up Sandman from the Burned Tower, and started his journey as planned. Aidan was thirteen.

At the age of fourteen, Aidan experienced his first encounter with Team Rocket. A pair of grunts stopped him on the road and threatened to send their Pokemon after him if he did not hand over his own. Rather than being frightened, Aidan was curious. He had heard stories about the nefarious Team Rocket, and he wanted to know how much of those rumors was true. Aidan threw a set of empty Pokeballs to the ground; and as one grunt leaned over to pick them up, the youth tossed Sandman's Pokeball into the air. Half a second after the phantasm's release, Aidan's opponents found themselves sinking in pits of tar--or so they thought. Panicking and crying out, their flailed their arms and looked upward, only to be met with a pair of unearthly eyes. The eyes glowed with Hypnosis, and the grunts tumbled to the ground asleep. Aidan leisurely gathered up the Rockets 'Pokeballs and began to search the area for more grunts. That had been fun.

Upon meeting his first Rocket leader, Aidan promptly tossed his bag of stolen Pokeballs forward and requested to join the organization. For a few days Aidan was investigated, and afterward he was allowed a six-month trial period with the group. At first a few minor rumors circulated about the boy due to the unusual circumstances under which he joined the group. But before long no one took notice of him, which was exactly what Aidan wanted. For six months Aidan bowed, bent, cringed, grovelled, and observed. He learned all that he could about everyone and everything, and tried to gain the favor of anyone he thought might be useful in the future. Meanwhile he also trained his Pokemon as hard as he could while hiding their strength as well as possible and still proving himself useful in combat. One week after he became an official, full-fledged Rocket member, Aidan made his first move. Through a series of pre-planned manipulations he was able to replace the leader of his squad. The next two years were spent burning, breaking, battling, bribing, befriending, and generally doing whatever Aidan thought necessary to allow himself to move up in the organization. When Aidan was 17, he achieved the status of Gem.

Family: Mother - Karen Iiolo (40), Father - Morgance Iiolo (41)

Other: Aidan is not quite an insomniac, but often runs on an hour or less of sleep per night unless Sandman is hungry.
Though they are not aware that their son is a Gem, Aidan's parents do know that he joined Team Rocket and have heard several rumors of his ill acts. By this point, they have essentially disowned him.
Also, in the past, Aidan has performed numerous under cover missions.
*Garnet - The garnet is a luminous gem, its characteristic glow caused its ability to refract light. In the past, it was carried by travelers to ward off forces that might cause them harm. Aidan's gem name was given due to his ability to "refract truth" and ward away the forces that inevitably seek to apprehend those aligned with Team Rocket. Ironically, garnets are said to naturally occur in about every color but blue--the shade of Aidan's eyes.

RP example:

"What's wrong? Don't you care about your Pokemon?"

"Of course I care about them! That's why I'm never handing them over to the likes of you!"

Aidan stood on an open road, facing a single trainer who was glaring at him with open hatred. The latter appeared about 12 and had short blond hair that was held back from his face with a pair of goggles. The former frowned thoughtfully for a moment. His expression was confused, and even a little hurt. Then Aidan's face grew serious. "You shouldn't judge people you don't know. How can you say what type of person I am?"

"Because you're a member of Team Rocket!" The trainer snapped belligerently. "What else is there to know?"

A sad note entered the back of Aidan's eyes, which briefly flicked downward. "Listen," Aidan said quietly. "I know Team Rocket has a bad name among trainers. And I'll be the first to admit that the things we've done haven't always been right. But there's a lot more to us than you hear about." He looked up, earnestly meeting the youth's incredulous gaze. "I used to be a trainer like you. And I'd have to say I hated Team Rocket just as much. After all, I loved my Pokemon, and how could I let anyone take them away from me? I still remember how excited I was the day I got my first one . . ." Aidan removed a Pokeball from his belt, causing the trainer in front of him to instantly tense. Aidan did not seem to notice, but simply asked, "What's your name, friend?"

"Daniel. Why?" came the terse reply.

The Pokeball in Aidan's hand split open, releasing a figure of red light that solidified into a Mawile. The Mawile's mouth opened into an energetic smile, and she giggled. "Mawile!"

"I don't know what you've heard about Team Rocket, but I know we get a lot of bad rep about the way we supposedly treat our Pokemon. This Mawile is mine; her name is Lili. Now look at her, Daniel."

Without a word Daniel obeyed.

"Does she seem hurt? Underfed? At all unhappy?"

"No, but that doesn't mean--"

"When I met her, she was a lot worse off than she is now. But I took her in, cared for her--and now she's happier than any Pokemon I know. And she's been even happier since I joined Team Rocket. Actually, all my Pokemon are better off than they were when I was just a trainer. Maybe you're thinking like I once did that you can take care of your Pokemon on your own. But what happens when you're in the middle of nowhere and one of your Pokemon is in critical condition? Who can you turn to for help? Or will you just watch one of your Pokemon fade away like I did . . . [i]Will you let that happen?"


Aidan fervently grasped Daniel's shoulder. "No 'buts.' How else am I supposed to make you see? It's time to face reality. I know it's a sacrifice for you, but think of your Pokemon. You owe this much to them. They deserve to live--to be happy."


"Don't they, Daniel?"

Hesitantly Daniel turned his eyes to meet Aidan's. Honor, hope, compassion, and truth all lay within those engulfing pools of blue. Emotion, like a small girl grasping the edge of your shirt as she asks you if her mother will live. And you have to say yes.

October 27th, 2008, 10:48 AM
Alter Ego: Gawh, you're too nice to me. <3 -perches on head- Tactician is Reserved for j00 for 72 hours/3 Days

Marsy: I did not force. I puppy dog eyed. :3 And your Hot Shot is Reserved for j00 for 72 Hours/3 Days

Lukey-Poo: The Grown Up Child is Reserved for j00 for 72 hours/3 Days

Kogenta: Illusionist is Reserved for j00 for 72 hours/3 Days

I'm editing in my profile as I'm close to being done with it. ^-^

Another thing I'll mention is that you CAN have over Six Pokemon or you can have UNDER six.

Just put a In the Box section [But fill it all out, incase you switch out pokemon. ^-^

Also, I highlighted this but i'll restate it

You chose your own Gem. First come first serve. Post it in your COMPLETED profile. If it's not completed, you don't have a reserve tag on the gem.

October 27th, 2008, 10:53 AM
Eh, I'll see if I can give it a shot?

-Out of Character-

Name: Pika or Gale will do ^^

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Gale Sapphire Hana
Nick Names: Saph, Cobalt
Age: 14 (young, but pretty smart and mature for her age ^^')
Location of Childhood Home: Phenac City, from the Orre Region (if that won't work, then Ecruteak City of Johto)
Gem Classification: The Silent Shadow, Sapphire

-+- Pokemon:

Have fun with it. :3 Battling isn't the biggest thing in the world UNLESS you're The Hot Shot.)

Name: Serene
Type: Female Glaceon
Distinguishing Marks? A diamond-like mark on her forehead; it's the same color as her dark indigo/blue hat-like thing
PERSONALITY: Serene is like Gale. Very tactical, but at the same time, quiet and shy. Serene really doesn't like to battle, but will do it if it means she'll be doing a good thing for her trainer. However, Serene likes double battles regardless of if she does something good for Gale or not, because she likes working with other Pokemon, even if they alienate her. Serene shows that she is not just a pushover, since many people love Glaceon for their looks, and Kit was aware of that. Serene is Gale's powerhouse, and is able to beat most Pokemon. To make Serene even more powerful, Gale gave her the TM Water Pulse, so she could deal great damage against Fire types (if this isn't allowed, then forget it).
History: Serene has been with Gale since Gale was 8. Serene was found walking the streets as an Eevee, Gale felt sympathy for her and took her in. Eventually, Gale took her to the rock by Snowpoint City (she was able to borrow someone's flying Pokemon to get there), and Serene evolved. After that, Gale trained Serene for a while in the outskirts of Snowpoint so she would gain more experience. Serene is Gale's personal favorite, mainly because Serene has such a strong heart and doesn't give up too easily. She believes it's because Serene was probably wandering the streets for so long, she had adapted this will to live...

Name: Rose
Type: Female Leafeon
Distinguishing Marks? None
PERSONALITY: Rose highly dislikes socializing with other Pokemon, and usually secludes herself from others. As for battling, she doesn't mind it, but unlike Serene, she's afraid of double battles because she knows she'd have to work with other Pokemon (most likely), which means she'd have to socialize with them. Other than that, Rose has a very sweet personality towards those she is OK with. Rose is also quite strong for her type, and with many powerful Grass-type moves at her hand, Gale can use her to make up for any struggle Serene might've gone through, especially if against a powerful, faster Rock type. Rose sometimes likes to battle HER way, but only if she believes she knows what to do. One could consider her a bit of a strategist like Gale, but Gale doesn't consider her to be so.
History: Like Serene, Rose has been with Gale since age 8. She was also found as an Eevee, and she came from one of Gale's neighbors, whose Umbreon had baby Eevees. When Gale made the trip to Snowpoint to evolve Serene, she also took the time to go to Eterna Forest to evolve Rose. Gale sometimes pitted the two against each other, but only so they could have a feel for what it was like to battle another trainer's Pokemon. Usually, Gale won, but Rose would sometime gain the advantage over Gale on her own. Rose was also trained to get along with any of the Pokemon Gale obtained, so she can hang around them without a problem.

Name: Kaen
Type: Female Vulpix
Distinguishing Marks? A scar over her left eye
PERSONALITY: Kaen is a bit stuck-up, and loves showing off her looks. Oblivious to any insults from trainers, Kaen likes to think she's a princess. But, despite that, she has a fierce passion for battling, and doesn't even care if she gets dirty or not, just as long as she gains experience (and that her owner gives her a bath afterwards). However, despite this "princess complex" of hers, Kaen CAN be the sweetest Vulpix one's ever met. She will sometimes act a lot less like a princess, even if it doesn't mean she'll get food or care out of it.
History: Kaen was given to Gale by a breeder. Unlike the breeder that gave her Rose, this breeder was one who liked to make his Pokemon "perfect" and any Pokemon he considered "rejects", he gave away for free. Gale didn't like the idea, but she knew Kaen wasn't a reject. After all, there's no such thing as a Pokemon "reject". Kaen, at first, was given a lot of attention because of this, and Kit and Rose didn't like it at all. Eventually, Gale realized what she was doing and began treating all her Pokemon the same like she had wanted to do in the first place.

Name: Blaze
Type: Male Growlithe
Distinguishing Marks? A star-like mark over his left eye; it's the same color as his orange fur
PERSONALITY: Blaze is very short-tempered. He attacks even when barely provoked, whether it be human or Pokemon he attacks. He is definitely a fan of battles, and is close friends with Kaen. He even puts up wit her princess complex, and she doesn't seemed to get ticked off with that, for reasons unknown. Blaze really does have a soft spot for Kaen, but probably because they both came from the same place. It even seems like he has a crush on her, but that really isn't the case whatsoever.
History: Blaze was given to Gale at the same time Kaen was, by the same perfectionist breeder. Gale assumed that perhaps Kaen's scar came from that breeder for being a "reject", and Blaze's birthmark was just a regular birthmark, though the perfectionist breeder probably wanted no birthmarks whatsoever, which is why he ditched Blaze as well. Gale also gave extra care to him along with Kaen since they both came from the horrible breeder, but for some reason, Serene and Rose didn't care as much, but perhaps they feared Blaze would attack them. They were both vulnerable to his attacks, after all, and even Kaen wouldn't attack them unless they attacked her. They did motion to Gale though that they needed the same amount of attention, which is how Gale realized she was spoiling the two Fire types in the first place.



Name: Reanna
Type: Female Tyranitar
Distinguishing Marks: Unknown
Personality: For right now, secret.
History: Also secret. BUT... I'll just say this: Nobody else knows that Gale has this powerhouse of a Pokemon. She keeps it unknown to others, so its info. regarding personality and history will not be given until she reveals she has a Pokemon like this.

Name: Metaru
Type: Metagross
Distinguishing Marks: Unknown
Personality: For right now, secret.
History: Once again, no one except Gale knows about this powerhouse of a Pokemon, so its history and personality are hidden like Reanna's.

(If this isn't two-three lines minimum like you asked for the info., I'm sorry, but I based it after how many lines it made up in my post.)

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Hair Color/Style: Golden blonde/Long and straight
Height: 5'6"
Weight: Secret =P Let's just say she's average
General Appearance: Gale is average-sized, so she doesn't have a lot of fat or bones showing. She also has somewhat pale skin, but she's overall very healthy. Her chest size is probably the only part of her body that isn't average; it's just about the size between a C and D-cup. She generally likes to wear a white t-shirt and green camo pants, as well as black slip-on shoes. Gale will also most likely wear a white kitty-eared cap, and occasionally a white kitty tail to go with it. And, to match that even, she even wears white bands by her hands. They really don't represent anything, she just likes wearing them.

On some, and let me make this clear, SOME occasions she actually "dresses more like a girl would". Please note this is only for more formal occasions, if any. She wears a beautiful sapphire blue dress that starts at her chest. It does not reveal any cleavage, but it still shows more skin than her regular outfit. It goes all the way down to her knees, and at that point, it has many sparkles. To match the dress, Gale wears fancy sapphire blue slippers. She received both of these as a gift, since she couldn't afford them by herself. But, the gift was anonymous, which somewhat made Gale suspicious...

And, to top it off, Gale doesn't like swimming (she's not a big fan of Water types either), but she'll still wear a swimsuit if she goes to the beach to chill. The swimsuit is also sapphire blue, and it's a one-piece. The only unique thing about it is the rhinestones embedded around the chest, forming swirls on each side. But Gale doesn't wear it often, so she usually has to wash it before wearing it (as it's most likely covered in dust, depending on where she puts it).

Her Rocket uniform is simple: It's raven black, and it's a one-piece, which is like a type of garment a ninja would wear. She also has on a black mouth-mask like a typical ninja does, and her hair is tied back in a ponytail. And, to conceal her eye color, she wears sapphire blue sunglasses similar to Ruby's glasses (was in my siggy but not anymore; his are prescribed, Gale's aren't). She wears regular black sock-like shoes like a ninja would so she can move around swiftly. She trained in this outfit so she could master the art of not slipping on a slippery floor with her sock-like shoes. Oh, and the red "R" is actually ruby red (if that's alright), and it's not exactly hidden like I wanted it to be. Instead, it's on the left side of her chest.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear: She can hold her own in battles, even when a lot of pressure is put on her. She also doesn't mind working in new places or making changes, such as moving from a small building to an extremely large building. She is a tad afraid of the dark (no one knows why, though), and usually keeps at least a small light on.
Likes | Dislikes: Gale loves to sing, and she also likes Italian food and shiny/sparkly things. She hates anything/anybody who's sexist or is a perfectionist, but loves anything/anybody who is the exact opposite. She also loves Pokemon, mainly as friends and not as tools. She doesn't consider any Pokemon a "reject", since after all, no Pokemon's perfect unless you're a psycho perfectionist, as Gale would say.
Goals: She wants to prove she's someone to everyone else, no matter what the cost. She also risks her reputation by going out of her way to find out if a sibling of hers (mentioned in history) is really alive.
Skills: She is a great singer and can usually calm those around her when she sings, and she also has great battling skills, although she isn't the best at it.
Quirks | Habits: She has an interest in fortune telling of all sorts, especially because she finds all the results to be quite accurate. This is also a habit of hers, although singing without warning can be considered another habit.
Secrets: It's a secret =D EXCEPT the Tyranitar and Metagross secret, but once again, no one knows she has them, yet...
Reputation: Mm... I guess neutral. She really isn't well-liked or well-disliked.
Personality: Like I mentioned in Kit's Personality, Gale is very tactical. She likes to plan things out before executing them, and she can determine peoples' strategies by watching them battle with others, or she can even find what they are by using a laptop and looking up their previous battles, if recorded. However, she is very shy and quiet because of this, and rarely talks to anyone, unless she trash-talks someone during a battle (which she only does when they do it to her). She also treats all her Pokemon with respect, and doesn't reject any of them, no matter how imperfect they may be.

On the other hand, Gale is very stubborn and usually likes things done HER way, which really isn't a good thing for her, this however only happens when someone designates her to do something and she already has something else planned. But she treats all Pokemon like humans, and it's the opposite with how she treats people. Let's just say she treats them like...trash, unless she likes/respects them. Gale may be described as "strange" to many (due to the fact that she treats Pokemon better than humans, and also because she is more into tactics rather than going "all-out"), and she hates that, but she has learned to deal with it.

-+- History:

Past: Gale was always a loner. She doesn't know if her family's alive or dead, and travels the world in search of them. She generally lives in the outskirts of her supposed hometown, and will eat any berries she finds. Gale has been told she'd never survive in the wild for so long, so Gale proved them wrong by making sure she survived. She basically had the will to live.

Gale occasionally goes into the city itself, but only to take a break from all the wilderness (after all, I'd be tired of seeing the same old scenery everyday, too). She met her partners (the Pokemon) only in her hometown, and she's thankful for that. The city seemed quite peculiar to her, but nonetheless, she found it intriguing because of that. She especially loved some of the more "historic" sites around the area, especially since they were preserved.

The life of the tragic heroine took a twist when she discovered that one of her siblings was perhaps alive. Deciding that she would stop at nothing to find this supposed sibling, Gale did whatever it took to gain access to high-tech tools that could help her track down this family member of hers. Even if it meant turning to the dark side, Gale didn't care whatsoever... In the end, whatever she came upon that could be some sort of clue as to where this supposed sibling was (such as meeting someone who knew her sibling), it led her more into a world of confusion. After all, she never believed any of her family lived until now.

Family: She truly does not know her family, since she was an orphan. She knows that a supposed sibling is alive, but doesn't know what they look like. I do, but I won't give it away quite yet...

Other: Nothing for now...

RP example: From Lusankya's ReGenesis Games: Final Level -

-Level 2: The Black Forest-

Shadows shrouded the startling peaceful land. In the distance, Gale heard the wind, softly making the trees sway back and forth. She turned around. The empty room with the turrets had suddenly vanished. Gale was still alone. She lay down on all fours, and began to ponder why she decided to join.

"I bet, if any other players are around, that they are looking for siblings. Or perhaps they wish to be proven as the best. Or maybe they have some other reason. But why did I join?" She closed her eyes, opening her ears to the scarce sounds around her. The whisper of the wind, the swaying of the trees, and...a flute? Gale listened closely to the flute. It was playing what seemed to be a haunting melody. Gale began weeping softly. The melody reminded her of when she alone in the real world. She stood up and tried to shake the tears off, as if wishing to...forget. Forget what had happened...

Curious about the source of the melody, Gale calmly walked in the direction, opening her ears to the continuous haunting sound. It got louder and louder as she advanced, until finally, she stopped in front of a large tree. It seemed to show its age, and also looked like the tallest tree in the entire forest. The flute, however, was still mysteriously playing. Gale swerved around, trying to see if the sound was coming in the opposite direction. But there was no doubt about it. The source was coming from that old tree. Nervously, Gale called out, "Who's there? Who's playing?" Nothing. The flute continued to play. Gale was beginning to get frightened.

"I'm not kidding! Whoever's there, come on out! You don't scare me!" The flute continued playing. By that time, Gale's entire body was shaking. She felt as if a ghost were about to come out and scare her. She looked up, hoping to find the source. Nobody. Nothing except...berries? Hanging high up in the tree were some berries. Hungry from all the wandering she had done, Gale rammed into the tree with all her might, hoping the berries would drop to the ground for her to eat. The flute still played the legato tune, not even getting messed up as Gale continuously rammed into the tree. After a few more attempts, berries fell from the tree. Gale quietly ate one, and noticed the flute was starting to become quieter and quieter. Quieter and quieter...

I hope everything's OK. I'm still suffering a bit from writer's block, and I'm working on fanfictions for a site, so...

October 27th, 2008, 11:02 AM
Pikataro: Okay, I like the beginnings of what I see but you need to work on a few things. For one, you need to lengthen the Appearance, Personality, History, and Pokemon Sections. They're about half of what I want [each section is half mind you] before I can accept you. Your RP Sample is very nice however, so you don't need to worry about that. :3 I totally get writer's Block however so I'll give you a Pending for now, okay? ^^

October 27th, 2008, 11:04 AM
I'll see what I can do. I need to go home soon, so it takes about a half hour to get there, and I have a headache right now, so...

Edit: Updated Rose and Kit's Personalities and Histories, and will work on the rest later since I pretty much have to leave school now.

By the way, do you want me to edit ALL the parts of her history/appearance/personality, or only parts of it? If parts, can you tell me which ones, and how much longer they should be?

October 27th, 2008, 11:16 AM
Pikataro: Aww, don't force yourself, don't worry. :3 Pending means your charrie is reserved, don't freak out. Anyways, I just want you to add depth. You have a good start, just expand on your ideas. Do you understand what I mean by that?

Take for instance where you said Gale is stubborn. How is she stubborn? does she dig her heels into the ground over every little thing or just certian things? etc. See what I mean? You're just trying to lengthen it so I and the rest of the people you'll be roleplaying with get a better sense of what's going on with your character.

October 27th, 2008, 11:17 AM
I get it. Don't know if you noticed my edit in the previous post or not.

So... Will edit later. I promise ^^'

OK, edited again. If there's still more I need to, just tell me which parts, 'cause I did the best I could :/

My headache (which soon turned into a stomachache) was caused by the temporary rain, which I think is gone now, 'cause I don't have any more symptoms.

October 27th, 2008, 2:14 PM
Pikataro: Well, you certianly shapened it up. :33333 Which means yes, you're the first to be accepted

Good for you, getting your app done before the mods... And me. o.O

October 27th, 2008, 2:19 PM
XD Thanks.

Wow, just noticed your banner (yeah, sorry, off-topic). And I forgot the name of that fairy, and thanks to your banner, I remembered its name XD

I think I forgot the name of it because it was so obnoxious O.o

Anyways, just out of curiosity, how many people will need to join/get accepted in order for us to start?

October 27th, 2008, 2:41 PM
Um.. if you don't mind... could you tell me what a Basket Case character is?...Fine ignore me ;_;

October 27th, 2008, 4:51 PM
Hey can you reserve me a spot??? I'll edit this into a SU later today if so! thanks!:D

October 27th, 2008, 5:22 PM
-Out of Character-

Name: Sprink7 if you will.

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Neru Bilden
Nick Names: "Geek" "Nerd" "Moron" "Fiend" "Nery" (pronounced like neary)
Age: 16
Location of Childhood Home: Ecruteak City
Gem Classification: The True Blue Geek, Crystal of choice is Rhinestone.

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Magi (pronounced like the Magi who gave gifts to Jesus. Maji. First person to call him Maggie gets a shock.)
Type: Magnezone, Electric/Steel
Distinguishing Marks: A black spot on the very bottom of his center body. It's a burn score. That particular place is now very hard and resistant.
PERSONALITY: Magi is very smart. It learned to transfer energy from its body to computers, flashlights, portable multi-destructive devices, and the average toaster. It has made itself very useful to Neru in this, since Neru often forgets to recharge his personal laptop, and his flashlight always runs out of batteries at the wrong time. Magi plays pranks on the people around him, often draining power from rooms to annoy the Grunts whom it knows would never dare mess with it.
History: Magi and Neru met when Neru was about four. Magi was wild at the time and attacked Neru outside Ecruteak. A nearby Rocket Grunt attempted to catch the Magnemite, and failed utterly. Neru had enough time from the distraction to use his laptop as a minor power surge, weakening the Magnemite. Neru stole a Great Ball and caught the weakend Magnemite, naming it Magi. Neru raised it and the two of them were instantly close friends. Magi did pick up on Neru's tricky nature a bit though.

Magi became a Magneton when Neru was visiting a power plant in Kanto. Neru fought several Magnemites using Magi, and then was beset by an army. The two friends ran like crazy, since even the power of friendship can't stop twenty Magnemites from burning down one. Magi was shocked repeatedly, but still managed to keep moving. Suddenly a particularly powerful bolt struck Magi and something changed. Suddenly two of the other Magnemite zoomed in close and freaked out, followed by the white light of evolution, combining the three into a Magneton. The new evolution seemed off somehow though. It got hit by several very large shocks, and even a Thunder from a particularly powerful Magnemite. It took the hits without being phased, but didn't shoot back at all. Neru led his strangely powered friend the rest of the way out of the plant and they went to a nearby Rocket base for study. They found Magi had gained a very large quantitiy of special defense, but had nearly lost it's ability to attack. The scientists were completely baffled, and simply suggested Neru use the Pokemon to its new advantage.

Name: Falyn
Type: Teddiursa, female, Normal
Distinguishing Marks: TBA
PERSONALITY: Evil teddy bear. Falyn is downright mean. She frames assorted Rocket Members for stealing important items. She attacks certain people just because. Falyn refuses a Pokeball. She was captured by an Ultra Ball, which Neru now carries, but she doesn't get inside except when tired and Neru won't let her ride on his shoulder or in his bag. Because she isn't always cooped up in a ball, she finds things to entertain herself. She doesn't have a need to stay with Neru, so she wanders about stealing items, biting Grunts, and looking cute. One time in particular, she stole a Rocket Team's Pokemon. All of them. And took them to Neru, who taught the Grunts a lesson about leaving such valuable items where they could be taken, choosing not to discipline his friend who was way out of line.
History: Falyn was always mischievous. She lived in the wild stealing from campers, the Mart in Blackthorn, and even nicking a badge from the leader of Blackthorn Gym. No one ever found out it was a Pokemon, except Neru, who read all the police reports and eventually figured it out. He decided he wanted the Pokemon that could do this, and went to catch it. He succeeded, but it was his worst battle ever. Falyn, as it turns out, is strong as well as smart. Finally Neru caught this diabolical menace. He took her back to base, and let her loose on the base. He quickly taught her that she wasn't allowed to steal certain things, among them being all of his possessions, all of the other Gems' possessions, and, of course, all the higher ups possessions. Everything else is free game, including items that are bolted down. This has provided much entertainment to those who wish to watch Falyn work, but most of the Grunts hate her, though they would never voice such thoughts. As for her use in his work, everyone can have use of a master theif once in a while.

Name: Krab
Type: Crawdaunt, Male, Water/Dark
Distinguishing Marks: His star is silver.
PERSONALITY: Krab earns his name. He is lazy, insubordinate, mean to others, and decidely annoying at times. He is almost useless in regards to Neru's work, usually only putting out the occasional fire. When not in his Pokeball Krab sits around in the sun, by a nearby body of water. He refuses to do battle most of the time, doesn't engage in pranks, and usually ignores other Pokemon. When he gets bored with laying around he will usually torture those nearby by making a high pitched whistling noise followed by a short series of beeps that he somehow learned to make without the assistance of others.
History: It was an accident. Neru didn't aim to catch the Corphish that he caught. Things just sort of happened that way. He was walking around on a beach, and accidentally tripped on a protruding rock. A Pokeball slipped out of his bag and hit a Corphish that he hadn't noticed, since it made no motion, just laying there. The Corphish didn't even struggle to break free, it sat there and was captured instantly. Neru took a liking to the Corphish as a Pokemon, especially when it burnt itself in a fire from one of Neru's devices, and immediately put the fire out. Neru decided it was a useful Pokemon, but that it wasn't exactly good for much. Krab evolved when it was threatened with being replaced as Neru's fireman. Krab fought the other Pokemon like Neru had never seen, and decided to keep it, especially once it evolved into such a unique Crawdaunt.

Name: Cutter
Type: Scizzor, Female, Bug/Steel
Distinguishing Marks: Purple eyes.
PERSONALITY: Cutter is very affectionate. Often in a bad way. She hurts people on accident. She loves cuddling, with everyone and everything. She doesn't play pranks, and will sometimes try to fix the ones Neru's other Pokemon do. She is completely in love with Neru for some reason, so she likes to watch him do things, whether it's working, eating, or sleeping. Cutter is fearless to the point of stupidity when Neru wants her to do something. She is very afraid of water usually, however. Her name comes from her states where she seems depressed because her master won't spend much time with her while she is out of her Pokeball.
History: Cutter was received in a trade. Neru really needed a Pokemon with claws that could cut through wires, metal, and get him into control panels when his tools weren't adequate to hack the mainframe. He also wanted something that wouldn't disobey him, like Krab would. Cutter seemed like the perfect Pokemon for the job, until he discovered that she was crazily in love with him. He received several cuts from her, needing to be hospitalized on several occasions from the experience. She eventually cooled down a little bit, and he taught her the things he needed her to do. She became very adept with surgical cuts at a rate he was amazed with. She also stayed in her Pokeball until released, so was much more easy to carry around constantly, unlike Falyn and Krab. Whenever Neru needs someone threatened, he uses Cutter. Everyone backs down to the thought of being hugged by her.

Name: Pig
Type: Swinub, Male, Ground/Ice
Distinguishing Marks: Shiny.
PERSONALITY: Pig is a nutcase. His moods change constantly. He often switches from happy to eat your soul in the middle of doing something, such as eating. His mood has no basis in what's happening either, it seems to simply be a random clock that switches constantly. He enjoys rocks for some reason though. Neru keeps several small pebbles on him at all times to make sure if Pig goes into a craze he is ready to deal with it. The rocks put him to sleep. Pig picks them up, and nibbles it for a minute, then collapses on the ground and snores, the pebble now holding no interest to him. For some reason he will never fall asleep to the same one twice. His memory is astounding in this way, for some unknown reason.
History: Neru loves Pig. Of his Pokemon, all of whom he is kind too, he likes Pig the best. Pig has no responsibilites to Neru in his job, he has no purpose to do anything. Neru just likes to watch him play around, and especially likes watching his mood shift from one thing to another. He caught Pig on his way to getting Falyn, finding the rare coloration as an initial draw. After he had caught Pig he realized how cute he was and found his unique traits very interesting as a side study when his brain wasn't functioning as well towards geek stuff. Pig has proven useful while Neru was working, primarily when cooling down equipment pieces. It doesn't happen often, but it provides Neru with an acceptable excuse to keep around his furry friend.

Name: Whisp
Type: Espeon, female, Psychic
Distinguishing Marks: Short for an Espeon. Only 2' 5"
PERSONALITY: Whisp is cool. She has no problems with her mind. She doesn't make too much trouble, except the occasional floating vase that is suspended above your head but never falls. She loves Neru, but doesn't do anything to provoke Cutter. She spends most of her time being lazy, similar to an everyday pet, but is very active in helping Neru during the times when he needs a second pair of hands to carry things. Whisp got her name from her unique talent of not being noticed while standing in plain sight, not to the point that someone wouldn't see her if they were looking, but more her being able to sneak up on people because they aren't being aware of their surroundings.
History: Whisp and Neru met when Whisp was an Eevee. Neru wasn't sure what type of Pokemon he would need in the future, so he got an Eevee from a breeder. She was very well behaved, and acted very much like a pet for a long time. He named her Whisp at this point in time because he had noticed her tendency to appear at his side when he least expected it. Neru didn't have Whisp evolve for a long time, but then noticed the glaring weakness in his Pokemon team. He didn't have anything to stop fighting Pokemon and five of his six Pokemon were weak to them. So he asked Whisp if she wanted to be an Espeon, and she immediately evolved. She was simply waiting for the right moment, and for her loving master to tell her what he needed.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Cyan that shifts to Purple. It shifts darker as it goes from in to out, so purple is on the outside.
Hair Color/Style: Dark red hair, about four inches long, but curly so it sticks off his head only a little, around two inches.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140
General Appearance: About average height and weight, Neru has enough of a body that he can travel quickly when needed, but isn't suited to long walks in the woods or climbing mountains for three weeks. He is not a hunk, but he definately isn't puny. He is good looking, but isn't chiseled. He isn't likely to make a woman swoon over his looks, but they might call him handsome in his "dressy" clothes. His hair isn't gelled or anything, so it flows gently in the breeze. He has minor electric burns and scars from burns on his arms and hands. He has been accused of being a cutter because of various scars in perfect lines on his forearms, but in reality these are simply from Cutter being excited.

Casual/Nerd/Travel: Laptop case. It's always with him, no matter what he's doing. It is a simple black case with several small pockets holding discs, wires, and several electronic devices for assorted uses depending on how he needs them. He can make very weak explosive devices here, usually only strong enough to blow up eight inches of space, but destroy most stuff in that space because of the materials. He can also make several very powerful cleaning solutions. Of course, his laptop is in the case as well. He wears a simple button up shirt with crimson lines running diagonally spaced two inches apart. The shirt is unkempt, usually halfway tucked in, as though he had decided to tuck it in but got distracted. The shirt has a collar. The collar is popped sometimes, but usually that bothers him. The top two buttons are undone, leaving a very slight view of his chest, and giving him plenty of breathing space. He wears simple black pants with pockets in the usual spaces. They are dressy, and are made of a soft, durable material that allows good airflow.

On the Job: Obviously Neru has his laptop case, since he is the official geek. The case has a big red R on it this time, but is the same otherwise. He wears a dark crimson colored trench coat. It has buttons going down, two rows three inches apart. The buttons are black and have small red R's in the center. He wears light, airy black pants that are made of simple canvas-like material that doesn't draw attention away from his trench. If he happens to take the trench off, he has a belt with all of his Pokeballs. It is intricate in design, black with gold highlights, making a leaf pattern across the length. His shirt is dark blue with nothing special to draw attention. He usually just wears the trench in all weathers since it has a self designed, expensive, AC unit that keeps him cool in hot temperatures. The coat itself keeps him cool in the cold.

Dressing Up: Neru wears a relatively simple suit to formal occasions. It consists of a black overcoat with a pocket on the left side. It ends at the upper thigh. It has no tails. Under that, partially visible through the chest of the two-button coat, he wears a white shirt with a dark black tie. The shirt is collared and covered by a full vest that ends at his beltline. Neru wears black dress pants with a black leather belt to finish it off.

Laptop: Neru's laptop is self-designed, top to bottom. He liked certain things about so many different computers, that he couldn't simply have just one, pre-built computer. He chose the frame, making it a good size larger then absolutely necessary, but filled the area of it with things he needs and wants. His screen is actually two screens, one ordinary split down the middle to give him access to multiple windows that figure well into his brain. He can't stand the normal laptop mice, and so he inserted a hole into the bottom where it would be, attatching all the normal mouse components into a small bag that conforms to the hand, has easy clicking, never breaks, and fits in the small hole where the mouse would be. It is completely wireless and can be switched in channel to that of another computer, essentially taking control of the computer, at the push of a series of buttons, and with permission from the computer's current user. [ooc: picture a hacky sack, but a bit larger, and with mechanical parts inside. That's his mouse.] Neru can't stand certain letter keys of certain computers. There is no particular reason, but they just feel wrong to him. So he ordered several computers, removed the keys from each of them that he wanted, and attached those to his keyboard. Neru couldn't decide between a particularly well built computer operating system that is sold in stores, and the one he designed. So, he has both, one for each side of his monitor. The computer actually works as two in that respect. The computer's hardware is all self-designed. It has speed which is unmatched by any computer anywhere except the Rocket's main computer, which he helped design. It has memory onboard enough to hold nearly anything several times. It has wireless internet that is lightning to upload and download. Neru, when space on his computer is running out, will drop his files on the computers of the people who are connected to the internet, making his files encrypted to the point that sometimes he can't even find them when he goes to access them again. Neru also carries around a connection to Rodger so he can keep an eye out for anything.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:

+ Charismatic. People generally like him after talking to him for a while.
+ Friendly. He seems like he will help you.
+ Trustworthy. He doesn't talk much, so no one expects him to tell someone's secrets to a different person.
+ Well-read.
+ Dealing with pain
+ Deft hand movements.
+ Quick thinking.

- Good looking women. He can't be near them. They make him sweat and feel nauseaus. If they speak to him he can't hear what they say. If they touch him he passes out. The only women this is different for is the other Gems, since he has gotten used to them. He still won't let them touch him, but he can hear what they say, and the nausea is a lot weaker, so he is able to work with them nearby and in sight range.
- Nearly all Bug type Pokemon freak him out to no end.
- Rejection.
- Intimacy. He doesn't want people to know that much about him or have "moments" with him.
- Contact. He can't stand being touched.
- Pokemon battles.

Likes | Dislikes:

+ Beautiful women. Yes. He's deathly afraid of them, but deep down he's glad they exist and can't imagine life without them.
+ His Pokemon. They are his friends and family.
+ Computers. Who is surprised? Seriously.
+ Fire. He is a pyro, which is why he doesn't have a single fire Pokemon. He is afraid that he would never get anything done since he would be watching it burn things all day.
+ Making others happy. He likes helping others to the point that he will do pretty much anything he's asked to do.

- Fish.
- Rocks
- Excercise, not that he's in bad shape, but he just doesn't enjoy working out.
- Masticating. Yes. He dislikes chewing. He chooses to live as well as he can on a liquid diet, going entire months without eating since his diet is so carefully laid out with vitamins and minerals. With the exception of apples. See Other category for details.
- High speed vehicle rides.

Goals: Neru has no real difficult goals. He hopes to someday be married to a beautiful woman whom he is completely at ease with. He also wants to make other people happy through the use of his skills. He would enjoy being renowned for something, though he doesn't particularly mind what.

Skills: Cracking and hacking. [ooc: for those who don't know the difference between a hacker and a cracker, which I really have no clue what your knowledge entails, a hacker breaks computer systems so he can show the maker where they went wrong and because they enjoy doing it, whereas a cracker does it to steal information and money.] He is a better hacker then a cracker, though the skill sets are the same, intelligence at puzzles, knowing computer sublanguages, interpreting information with reason and luck. He is a lightning typist. He thinks quickly on his feet, as the phrase goes, though he usually sits. He makes others feel better about who they are, compliments coming easy, even when talking to beautiful women who he can't hear the voice of. He can read body language and lips, usually not really listening to what people say as much as to what their body is telling him of its own accord. He is also decent at making explosives, though he doesn't spend a lot of time on it.

Quirks | Habits: Neru always plays with something, whether flipping a pencil unsuccessfully, or drumming his fingers on his knees and keyboard. Neru is obnoxiously curious. He cracks computers so he can read information. He likes knowing others by anything he can find on a computer. He can't help but look up information in the Rocket's records about anyone whom he meets. He also reads about locations, buildings, and recent medical findings. It is an insatiable hunger for him. Because he cracks people's security on their computers, he often leaves behind little problems on their systems as pranks. They can be highly annoying to most people, because they are high level puzzles in computer language that are child's play for him. More than one Grunt has deleted all the memory on his/her computer in the process of breaking one of the puzzles. This habit is where Neru's Pokemon pick up trickery, despite the fact that he doesn't actually do it to annoy, but to entertain.

Secrets: Neru hates himself. He knows deep down that no one actually likes him, and chooses not to try and change things. He will work hard for a single scrap of approval from others, often going out of his way to help them just because he can.

Reputation: Best computer genius ever. Too knowledgeable. Trickster. Friendly. Impossible to talk to, though that one is from women only.

Personality: Neru is a geek through and through. He knows more information then he will ever need. He loves learning more. He loves computers, though he doesn't necessarily relate to them. He has a desire for the aestheticly pleasing, meaning things that are fun to look at. He is largely anti-social, speaking when spoken to, and usually keeping it to the bare minimum. Except when you get him started on a tangent, usually about an advanced code or a binary sequence. He is very creative, often creating designs in binary for use as passwords. They also serve as assorted computer functions. He will often spend an hour making a giant program to crack a computer, then spend three hours changing it so if you bring up a menu showing it, it is an image instead of a program, usually showing a flower, Pokemon, or abstract piece of artwork. He knows how to use them as programs of course, but his security on these programs is astounding.

Neru doesn't have mood swings that anyone can see. He has taught his body not to react to how he's feeling, so he only has to control his voice and eyes in order to give off the vibe of how he actually is. He actually does have mood swings and is very self-conscious. He cares what others think of him, often feeling like they hate him when, in reality, they are quite fine with him. Neru gets angry at others, but never takes revenge. When he likes people and is happy with them for some reason, he helps them without their knowledge as best he can, usually by improving their computer's security. Most of the time Neru stays sad, though he is easy to please, since he likes others approval so much, he gives his own pretty freely.

Neru doesn't realize how smart he is. He really has no understanding that everyone else can't multiply large numbers in their heads, no clue that most people can't read binary, and absolutely no thought of others not being able to make computer programs. This information is out of his grasp, no matter how many people tell him they have no clue what "Error 131: Press 'Ok' to continue" means. He doesn't believe they are stupid, he thinks they are patronizing him.

-+- History:

Past: Neru grew up in Ecruteak City. It was a nice place to live, but Neru was very introverted. He didn't have many friends, and the women that lived in the large building nearby were too pretty for him to safely walk around without being nervous. Hera bought him a computer for his fourth birthday, and Neru found his calling. He learned to type, find information, talk to others, and to read computer code within a year of getting the computer. Magi joined him in that time period, and Neru had a friend who loved watching him play with his computer. Eventually Neru got bored with how slow the computer was, and decided to see the inside. It took him a couple of months, but he finally figured out what the parts of the computer were. It was difficult going, since he had to do it all without instruction, due to his computer being in pieces. When he had successfully found the parts he wanted to improve, it took him a while to figure out what he was supposed to do. He found he needed parts, and that the only way to get the parts was Hera. Neru put his computer back together, and ordered them on-line for his own fifth birthday, with his grandmother's knowledge of course. His parts arrived, a tool kit, assorted computer chips for varying uses, and assorted pieces of silicon and copper. It took him several weeks before he was able to figure out how to build his own computer chips, and they were pretty lame at first, doing nothing special. He became more refined in his methods as time continued, and by his sixth birthday had learned enough to simply ask his grandmother to order the basic materials for his computer parts, not anything pre-built. He improved his computer vastly and started writing programs for personal use. Childish things of course, programs that would run mazes, programs that would solve simply math problems, and the like.

Neru attempted hacking the first time when he was about six and a half. He hacked several e-mail accounts on accident before realizing what he was doing. He decided to actually try, and to do it to someone he didn't know. He hacked someone's bank account. It took him a while, but he figured out all the secrets to doing it, and did it. He didn't take anything, but he knew he could have. Neru did this to several more people, then realized he didn't even need to do it by hand. It was so simple that he could probably make a program that was built directly into his web browser that would hack the accounts that he wanted just by clicking a button. He wrote the program, finding it to be much more difficult then he had initially thought. It took him until his seventh birthday to finish the program. He ran a test drive with it the next day, since it was his birthday after all. It worked quite efficiently, opening doors quicker and saving him lots of time. He opened an account a few days later, finding a very large funds transfer to an unknown account. Neru decided to check out the account. He found that his program wouldn't hack this account. It couldn't figure out the password or anything. This confused Neru for a while, but then he decided to simply do it himself. He soon found himself fighting a virus that would make his screen have a giant red R when it was finished, and would destroy his computer if he allowed it to. Neru worked quickly, and deleted the virus over and over again, only to have it come back a few seconds later. He quickly wrote a program that would automatically delete the virus, a program of child's play to him at this point. He then continued his search, with the knowledge that it had something to do with a red R. An hour later he had found that it was a group named Team Rocket, and this knowledge allowed him to find more and more about them. It was several hours before he had found the location of their base, on a nearby route, and that they had stolen the money. Suddenly, his computer died. It started on fire, and proceeded to burn Hera's house down.

Several days later Neru received a letter in the mail. It told him that the entire city of Ecruteak would be in danger if he didn't follow its directions. He was to go to the Rocket base. Neru had no choice, since taking the letter to the authorities would do no good. Off Neru went, not knowing if he would ever see his grandmother again. He arrived at the base and was gawked at. They wouldn't believe he was the cracker who had gotten inside their computer system. They locked him up anyways, but used a room that had an electronic keypad on the inside. Neru escaped about a minute after they locked him up, then followed the Grunts back to the control room. Here he found an amazing computer system with vastly more uses then his old one. He immediately ran over to a control panel and began taking it apart, finding minor things in it that he improved on the spot, increasing its speed and memory capacity by nearly thirty percent in about fifteen minutes. He put the panel back together and turned around to find the two Grunts staring at him, as well as a more sharply dressed Admin. The Admin asked what Neru had been doing, and Neru told him. The Admin decided that Neru needed to go to HQ for training and briefing. He could really be an asset with his skills. Neru became addicted to approval right then, since it was the first time his passion had been appreciated. He was taken to Rocket HQ and met their computer wiz, who had destroyed Neru's computer. Neru was angry with the man at first, but then found out that he was going to learn from the man, and be given a new computer.

Over the next several years Neru evolved Magi, captured Pig and Falyn, and learned a great deal about computers. He found just how much more he could do with his computer, and learned how to write in several more computer languages that would make programs more difficult to interpret and defeat. He found that Hera had died, which upset him, but didn't stop his drive to make his passions reality.

Neru finally found a second hobby in his random devices around the age of 14. He made things that could explode forcefully, and he made them cheap. He didn't really tell anyone about it, but just did it in his spare time when he wasn't allowed near a computer. He adopted his unique diet. He received Cutter and Whisp, and caught Krab on accident. He evolved Magi again, as well as Whisp, and Krab. Neru finally was ready to build his own computer as well. It took him a long time, and he innovated a lot of the material in computer systems in the process, but finally he made a laptop that was easily upgradeable when he wanted to, and was durable for the missions he was sent on from time to time.

Family: Rensha- Mother. Deceased. Died giving birth to Neru.
Phillip- Father. Deceased. Died in a large explosion caused by a multi-destructive device before Neru's birth.
Hera- Grandmother. Deceased. Raised Neru. [ooc: I have something against families for my characters. Excuse my sadistic nature.]

Other: Apples are Neru's vice. He hates masticating, but if you give him an apple, it's completely different. He has to take an apple if you offer him one. It is a compulsion. He doesn't like the flavor, or enjoy the skin. He can't stand the core, but it doesn't matter. He is out of control. He simply has to take and devour the apple. Limitation: he will only eat one every two hours. He feels bad after he eats the apple, because he had to masticate and it makes him feel used because people do it just to watch him light up with enjoyment of the apple, that he really didn't enjoy that much. It makes him feel like he is a circus animal, merely around for entertainment.

RP example: [ooc] So this is from a Harry Potter (future time period) RP that I made a while back that didn't really start up at all. And the forum rules were okay with a single "uber" character for the evil side, which is why he is making an elder wand and is so powerful.

Xod Malfoy was shocked at how quickly he had become viewed as evil. All he had done was destroy the injustice of the current system. The Ministry had attempted to imprison him for doing no wrong, and so he had killed the pure blooded ones who were the reason behind it all. He was fully justified at his measures. They were the reason for the Dark Lord's rise to power so many years ago, and now they were still trying to rule everyone else.

There was more to do though. His wand shared properties with his friend and colleague, Zant. He didn't want to hurt Zant, but knew if his friend didn't join him when Zant was sent searching for him, then they would have quite the duel. He didn't want his wand betraying him. Xod knew he could build a new wand, but he wanted to make one that no one else had ever made equal to. He had taken tutelage under a wandmaker hidden in the guise of someone else. He wanted to do something no other wandmaker had ever done. He wanted to make an elder wand.
The first thing Xod did was find a good elder tree far away from anywhere. He began enchanting it with protections of every variety. He made it absorb magical power from other trees. He enhanced the wood's strength. He made it fire-proof as well as wind proof. Finally, after he had completed all of this, he enchanted it to never lose these properties. Then he transfigured a single branch into the size and shape he wanted and could still fit his chosen core into.

Xod then decided to find the materials for his core. He first needed a unicorn's mane hair. He apparated to the Forbidden Forest and appeared at the top of a tree. He immediately began his search. Several hours later he stumbled onto a nest of giant spiders. He was forced to burn them to cinders to escape, using Confringo. At long last he found a unicorn. It stood carefully nearby. It sensed no ill will and simply stood waiting and watching. Xod walked over to it and gently took a single strand of hair from it's mane. It whinied a little, but the hair was not pulled, and would thus not hurt as much. It trotted off.

Xod then knew it was time to go phoenix hunting. The only way to catch one was extreme luck, and then it wouldn't be your friend. He wanted one to be his friend and give the feather willingly, since it was a more magically powerful bond. Xod apparated to the Himalayas, where the only known sighting of a dark phoenix had been. Xod didn't just want any phoenix, and a dark phoenix would be a far better friend. Xod tromped through the snow for several days. He stayed away from towns, knowing he was looking for a paradise where the phoenix would be if there were such a creature. He eventually came to a valley, where he could see a poke of sunshine causing snow to melt and make a gentle river, before freezing again on its way down the mountain. He could see green trees and grass by the river, as well as beautiful flowers growing, and knew this was the place. He went there and waited, sitting in the shade of a large tree to avoid the burning sun. After several hours he heard a ruffling of leaves and looked up just in time to shout "Protego" and stop the rushing purple of the Dark Phoenix as it hurtled towards him. The phoenix broke his spell, and pecked him at a high speed. Xod was hit in the arm, and felt the burn of a cursed wound. He turned in time to find the phoenix hurtling at him and caught it with his hands. It drug him several yards before flying up, carrying him easily. Xod grabbed its legs tightly and waited for it to land. He was determined to have this as his friend. It was a powerful creature indeed. The phoenix tried to knock him off and flew around in many directions to get him off. Finally it gave up and landed on the ground. Xod let go of it and prepared to defend himself. The phoenix flew at him, and he raised his wand to be ready. It landed on his shoulder instead of goring him. It seemed to wink at him, and he knew this was now his friend. He glanced longingly at one of the tailfeathers, and the phoenix, seeming to understand, gave a shake. A feather of just the right length fell out of its fan and Xod caught it. Suddenly the word Hownde rose to his mind, and wouldn't go away until he looked in the phoenix's eyes, and he knew it was telling him it's name. ((Fawkes and Hownde!!! Sorry, couldn't resist.))

Xod sighed. Now was the time for the worst of the three ingredients. He could make it easier, but he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted a Hungarian Horntail heartstring. Xod apparated to Hungary in the mountains with Hownde on his shoulder. He knew where to find the dragons. He had helped knock some down in his time. He had never tried killing one by himself though. He found a lone dragon with ease, as dragons didn't tend to stay together. He used a conjuctivus curse on its eyes. The dragon began thrashing around senselessly. Xod shot off several powerful spells that burned into the dragons hide. It was slow going. Eventually he was reduced to using Sectum Sempra to cut into the dragon. He needed to see the heart, but not cut it, so this was going to be difficult. He started removing the dragons armor. By this time blood was pouring everywhere. Finally he could see where there was rhythmic moving of a heart. Xod began cutting around it, and eventually pulled it out of the dragon's chest. The dragon gave one final moan and collapsed. Xod tore through the excess muscles and found the heart. He sliced single string from it and burnt the remnants of the dragon.

Finally Xod had all the pieces he needed. He apparated to his new base of operations. He put the strands from each of the objects together and transfigured them into a single, slightly thicker than average, strand. It was a silvery material that glowed slightly from its magical strength. He removed the branch and inserted the strand. Xod transfigured the whole thing together and formed a new wand, hovering in mid-air. He grabbed it and felt its warmth. It shot a stream of fire out the end instead of the usual shower of sparks. The flames dissipated. Now Xod was ready to recruit his Life Swallowers.

October 27th, 2008, 6:53 PM
I need the entire team to be honest. :3 But everybody's writing profiles so it should be later this week.

Pikalover10: Uh, no. O.o; You didn't signify what character you wanted and if Lostt, who was here first, wants to reserve the basket case, that means we're full. Try again next year time. ^-^;;; REJECTED

Lostt: Sorry hun, I was working on my profile -cracks knuckles- Now. Listen. What I mean, in this instance, by Basket Case, is an unpredictable character. We never know what you're going to do next but yet there's that hint of reliability in you, you'll almost always come through etc. :P Does this explain it maybe?


It's mah Profile. -GASP-

And o course, I'm teh Accepted lulz.

-Out of Character-
Name: Mika

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Mysterica Lunesca Blackthorn
Nick Names: Mika, Mi-chan, Black Emerald
Age: 17
Location of Childhood Home: Born in Blackthorn City, Raised in Viridian City
Gem Classification: The Chosen [Emerald]

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Tina
Type: Dragonite
Distinguishing Marks? Tina lives in a crystal pokeball handcrafted by someone but Mika refuses to say who, why and for what purpose.
PERSONALITY: Tina is in a way, Mika’s surrogate mother. She is the only pokemon with which Mika can obtain 100% Connection without putting serious strain on her body and she is the mother hen who will glare and hiss at you if you’re stressing her beloved Mika out. She knows, however, that because of certain factors she can’t be out of her pokeball much and instead, soothes her trainer as best as she can through telepathic hummings. Gentle and tender hearted, she looks more terrifying then she is in actuality. By far Mika's strongest Pokemon, Tina knows her power and it limitations and she knows that if she's called into battle, it's a serious offense and completely loses her mother complex. She does however, have a weakness for good tea. Want to see a grown dragonite coo like a small dratini? Brew good smelling tea. It can sometimes lure her out of her pokeball without Mika's consent if it smells nummy enough.
History: : Given to Mika by her parents on her fourth birthday, Tina is the first Pokemon Mika ever received. Mika has only put her in the PC box on a handful of occasions and is very much upset if she isn’t near Tina at all times. Thus, Tina’s oddly colored transparent crystal blue pokeball hangs on a silver chain around her neck. [ooc: 's all i can say for now :3]

Name: Kuristaru
Type: Flygon
Distinguishing Marks? N/A
PERSONALITY: Kuri is quiet and observational, he prefers to spend his days in a nice warm tree with some nice juicy apples and some nice warm sunlight on his back snoozing and watching smaller pokemon play than battling. However, he understands his duties and he understands his trainer and will jump from his laid back style in a split second, springing into battle with a calm focus on the matter at hand. The tactician of her party, Kuri can analyze on the fly and find the best way to get to safety or defeat an enemy and make the least amount of noise in an escape instance. He doesn't like being told he's wrong as he puts alot of thought into anything before he makes a suggestion and it's one of very few ways to pull out his inner white-hot temper.
History: Mika found Kuri during her travels in Hoenn, buried under a mud pile where he’d been crammed by some mean children. A freshly hatched, Mika was alerted to it when it wouldn’t stop sobbing out through the mud. It took her three hours to dig the poor thing out and they’ve been attached to each other ever since. He was the second pokemon Mika ever got to a secondary evolution and the only one she trusts in certain situations.

Name: Poseidon
Type: Kingdra
Distinguishing Marks? N/A
PERSONALITY: Sai is an arrogant little temperamental Kingdra who thinks he’s the very best at what he does. He doesn’t forgive easily, nor does he forget people and can become incredably jealous if another pokemon has stolen his beloved Mika’s affection as he believes her to be his property in a way. He's easily angered and easily dives into situations that could be avoided and almost always end poorly for him and Mika. He's also easily offended and thinks he's always right and it would be best if you never told him he wasn't right if you value your nose. Yes, Sai likes to bite people's noses. If he doesn't like someone and they piss him off and they have a nose, he'll go right for it, clamping down until they give in and declare him the master of whatever it is he's apparently not the master of. It's a rather awkard feeling, having a kingdra attached to one's nose, and because the pokemon's snout is as powerful as it is, it can be rather difficult to get him off which, believe me, is something he's rather proud of.
History: Mika capture Sai as a horsea in the Whirl Islands the third time she went to Johto. She didn't really use him up until this past year when she decided to give poor Saki some time off. He evolved rather quickly, with much thanks to one EXP Share, and is her only means of water transportation [surfing]. He hasn't been in any gym battles or battles of true proportions but it wouldn't be wise to let on any knowledge of that fact to Sai if one values their nose. His unpredictable temper can make him a handle in battle, Mika almost always has to sync with him to keep him under control which puts the strain on herself and thus makes him a more less likely choice. She does still use him, just, not when it counts.

Name: Tari
Type: Altaria
Distinguishing Marks? It's a bird...?
PERSONALITY: if birds could be blonde.... That's a good way to describe Tari. Ditzy to a t, she's the bird from those tv commercials that flies into windows because she just plain didn't see them. She's clueless for awhile until she gets it and then, oh then she'll never let you forget what she's learned she's just so proud of herself. She does, contrary to popular belief, have a brain, it just takes a bit sometimes for her to get passionate about something and one of those somethings is her beloved Mika. A present from Gullwee, she knows what she means to her mistress and she takes it very seriously. Whiles she may be a ditz on the battlefield and off, she will cover Mika with her fluffy wings when she cries or doesn't want anyone to know she's crying and anyone that comes near will be pecked within an inch of existance. Because, you see, Mika is her Mikafloof. And that means nobody touches the Mikafloof.
History: Present from Gullwee. Never ever leaves her person. [ooc: I plead the fifth!]

Name: Minna
Type: Minun
Distinguishing Marks? Her growth was stunted thanks to Team Galaxy. She's the size of a freshly hatched Pichu.
PERSONALITY: Ritilan. Right. Freaking. Now. Shove it down the thing's throat or just put it on a freakin' leash before it eats me ALIVE. But seriously, Minna is Mika's wandering ball of energy. The baby of her party, Minna is a bit of a naive little twit who's constantly getting herself into trouble, is addicted to ketchup thanks to her friend Pika the Pikachu and is just too cute to discipline without those bawling little eyes in your face. Minna knows how to play her cards and play them well. She's a mischievous little rascal and one of the only people to see through her little disguise is her trainer who will grab the mouse by the neck and, as it fires electrcity everywhere, stuff it in her backpack until it calms down. Minna can focus however, in battle and only sometimes loses her focus. If she wins, she gets ketchup or snuggles. And that means she's going to win. Or there will be faces falling off.
History: Just a year ago, when Mika was in the Sinnoh Region gathering information on Team Galaxy, she came across a wind-based powerplant. Upon further investigation, she found a small squeaking noise she thought was just a window to be a shriveled up little minun mewling pathetically for help. Trapped in a cage, Mika managed, after a day's worth of prying open a cage, to get the poor thing out and it's been attached to her ever since. Minna may be the newest member of the party and the baby of Mika's party but she's worth her meager weight in epic amounts of gold.

Oh, and she likes to steal shiny things, even if they're not hers to begin with.

[ooc: See? HA. I has a Sinnoh Pokemon. >D I love [s]hope something eats the D/P dragons. So stfu.]

In the Box

Name: Fang
Type: Crobat
History: VERBOTEN.

[ooc: some of you might know who this poke belongs to. KEEP YOUR DARN MOUTH SHUT D<]

Name: Sakaki [Saki]
Type: Gyarados
Distinguishing Marks? Its got a small scar above its left eye
PERSONALITY: Saki is a ferocious beast to be contended with! Oh…wait… he’s not really. He’s like a kitten. In truth, he thinks he’s a Meowth. In sea serpent dragon meowth form. Completely overprotective of Mika, Saki might seem ferocious but he’ll be brought to tears if he hurts someone accidentally and he dinna mean to. He’ll then attempt to make up for it, with hugs and licks and free rides on his back because he does feel very very bad. Unless of course, you’re messing with his Mika for real. That’s the one thing that will pull out the beast within him and he’ll destroy you without a second thought and yes, he can go from kitten to ferocious kitten in about two seconds. And he’s not declawed.
History: On Mika’s first journey through Kanto, her very first journey all by herself, she stopped at the Mt Moon Pokemon Center where she was met by a Mexican Man with a beating stick who told her about this amazing Magikarp that was just the thing to buy. Mika took one look at it, burst into tears and bought it immediately, loving all over the poor preciously enslaved Pokemon. She nursed it back to health and raised it to a Gyarados and the rest is history.

Name: Iliatinisca [ Tini ] and Antikleon [ Leon ]
Type: Dragonairs
Distinguishing Marks? Tini is a paler whitish color, Leon is a darker blue color. Tini’s eyes are a pure white, Leon’s are a dark dark blue.
PERSONALITY: Twins, Tini and Leon are like night and day of each other. Tini, the sweet, naïve quiet of the two, looks before she leaps and nurtures her brother, however, she is a bit skittish and is more fearful than most dragonair and has a tendency to be scared off by the silliest of things [Like Mustard. She’s deathly afraid of Mustard.] Leon, the older of the two, is brash, arrogant, a bit of a hot head and defensive of his sister. He jumps, swim/floats around and then he looks back and wonders if what he just did was the most intelligent of ideas. He’s a weasel, blaming things on other people and hates to be seen as gentle. The exception to this is his sister, whom he loves dearly. He’s the one to coo at her when she panics and swirl around and around her until she feels safe again.
History: A freak breeding accident caused two dratinis to form in the same egg. Born under-developed and weak, Dr. Romano was going to have them put down when Mika begged for them and, as he can’t resist the cute eyes, he handed them over to the girl, with the assumption that if they became too much for her, she’d have them disposed of. They’re her contest pokemon and their skill in controlling the weather [Tini Artic Climates, Leon, Tropic] makes them a valuable asset.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: They change from a brilliant green to a fierce piercing yellow depending on her moods. If she syncs with a pokemon, her eyes will glow a bright almost radioactive green.
Hair Color/Style: Dark Green, reaches down to Waist Length. As far as style goes, it honestly depends on the day and the occasion. From time to time, she lets it stay down, especially for a more formal occasion, but when she’s working, it’s in a high ponytail, a few wisps of hair dangling in her eyes. Sometimes it’s put up into pigtails or a braided coiled bun attached to the middle of her head.
Weight: 114lb
General Appearance: You wouldn’t look at Mika from a distance and think heiress to the Rocket Cooperation. She just doesn’t look the part. Her long hair and beautiful almost haunting eyes give her the appearance of some sort of mythical creature, in truth, she’s been mistaken for a spirit or a ghost before on several occasions. Her gentle smile and lithe figure, which she doesn’t have to work hard to obtain mind you, make up the appearance of a much more gentle person than she is. Her clothes speak to her true self however and while she is known to change up her appearance out of boredom, she has three basic styles of outfits that she wears for most occasions

On the Road Again?
When she has to travel, less is more for the young executive. With a black tank top paired with a pair of cameo cargo pants, three pockets on the right and two on the left, and a pair of steel toed black boots with dark green laces that glow in the dark sometimes, she's flexible in her movements and walking speed and yet, if she needs to get dirty she can without fear of ripping up her clothing. With a black hooded zip up sweatshirt with the Viridian City Gym Logo embezzled on the back tied around her waist, fingerless black leather gloves that extend to her elbows on her hands and a olive green bandana tied on her head under her ponytail, she can handle most types of weather and, with her bright blue customized pokegear around her neck, she always knows what time it is and where, at least most of the time, where she's at. On her shoulder is her tan sling backpack, large enough to hold all of her crap and durable enough that it doesn't have to have eight rolls of psyducktape spread all over it after ten minutes of dealing with Mika and the way she mauls things.

Rocket Uniform
When she's in uniform, she's all business and her outfit reflects it. A black thin sleeved sleeveless dress with emerald green lines running up and down her sides held tightly against her form with a semi large Rocket emblem on the lower right hand corner in an emerald shade over a pair of a black pair of leggings that come just down to her knees and a pair of mid calf-high black boots with Rs engraved into the soles of the boots. Over it all, she wears a black ankle-length hooded leather trenchcoat with the giant green letter R on the back. The black fingerless gloves on her hands are metal plated on the back, with an R embossed into each of them.

Formal Attire
A strapless silver dress, fitted somewhat to her waistline then spiraling out in delicate flowing patterns to the floor. The top, around the bust, is decorated with Silver coils intertwined delicately with each other, the part just underneath a delicate mesh of black lace and dark green rhinestones. Very simple. Very Elegant. Very Mika.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
+ Mature for her Age
+ Can stay Focused in Bad Situations
+ Involved Leadership Capibilities
+ Almost Always Externally Calm or Something Near to It
+ Motivational
+ Flexible/Athletic/Martial Artist
+ Tactical Abilities but on a Larger Scale
+ Masking her emotions
+ Screwing with People's Perceptions
+ Calming down a riot
+ Decent Negotiator
+ Viridian Bloodline

- Medication
- Her Father
- Pokemon G-Men
- Damp White Cells
- Islands
- Failure
- Losing another team
- Being seperated from Fang, Tari and Tina
- Full Moons on a Coastline
- Psychic Pokemon/Psychic Pokemon Trainers
- Losing her Authority over her team
- Ecruteak City
Likes | Dislikes:
+ Caffinated Beverages
+ Dragon Pokemon
+ Sleep
+ Absolute Silence
+ Traditional Classic Music and Festivals
+ Udon
+ Forgetting her current enviroment
+ Being a normal 18 year old
+ A challenging fight
+ Syncing with her Pokemon

- Lance Blackthron
- Any of the Pokemon Gym Leader Alliance
- Diet Beverages
- People who don't respect tradition
- Dr. Kain Romano and his Psychiatrist Co-horets
- Breaking Seals
- Being reminded of things she already knows constantly
- Acting like an heiress
- Disrespect from her peers
- A pathetic Excuse for a Fight
- being seperated from her Pokemon
- Innocent People getting Caught up in this Mess
- Children getting hurt for no reason.
+ Be free from the GP and the G-Men
+ Break the Seals
+ Save her Brother
+ Tactics
+ Leadership
+ Can Solo a Mission Easily
+ Specific Breeding
+ Traditional Dancing
+ Flexible, can fit anywhere
+ Focused
Quirks | Habits:
- Mika will not function or move if she loses Tina's Pokeball or Tari's Ultraball
- Freaks out if people bring up Alarayne
- Her temper is triggered by idiots who believe they 'understand' her
- Has headaches from the visions and voices and they can cause her to collapse
- Sometimes coughs up blood etc from syncing for too long.
Secrets: N/A [ooc: ;3 you'll seeee]
Reputation: She's Mika, the boss' daughter, the Bloody Black Emerald
Personality: Mika can come across as an arrogant annoying jerk when one first encounters her but she simply intends to weed out the crowd. She hates being surrounded by a fan club, she refuses to be associated as someone worthy of fame she knows deep down she doesn't deserve. Once a person gets past the initial crap, Mika softens incredibly. She doesn't talk or yell as much and is much more open to the person in general. She won't let her guard down, not with most people, but she'll relax enough to allow a more equal playing field to exist. Don't get her wrong, she's still the boss and she maintains her authority at all times but she doesn't mean it to be a rotten experience. She intends to teach, serve and lead and she does a damn good job of it when she trusts the people in her unit.

She has a darker side however that wraps around the mysteriousness of her past and her, as told to her by Giovanni himself, unescapable destiny. Few have seen it to tell about it but it's a definite sight to be hold. in short, she's not as put together as she seems. Not in the least. Then again, no one is.

[ooc: Again, this is part of the plot. :P trust me on this. Now, It's short. That doesn't mean yours can be short. This will get ungodly long as the rp goes along so bite me. <3]

-+- History:

[ooc: I can't say more than this in my history, as Mika's history is incorporated into the plot. :P Trust me, you'll get all your little easter eggs and you'll have fun in the process. Just wait and eat some cookies. ^-^ I'll update the history as the plot goes on, kay?]

Mika was born in the royal bloodline of the Blackthorn Family to Lance and Clair Blackthorn but she did not grow up in the hidden city that Blackthorn Family calls their own. At the age of four, she was taken, by who is uncertain, but she was taken to Viridian City and given to Giovanni to raise in the ways of the Forest. She quickly climbed the ranks, reaching Jr. Executive level at age 8 and Executive at 11, Sr Executive at age 13 and the Leader of the Gems at 16. Her achievements including beating the gym leader challenge in all four known regions yet refusing to take the Elite Four Challenge in each region are well known among the Rocket and outside circles and are just as shrouded in curiosity and deceit as her past.

Not much is known of her past tho, the Alarayne Incident three years past, much of which is under lock and key and highly classified has caused much stirrings amongst the Rocket name.

A leader shrouded in reverence and mystery, what does it all mean?

Lance Blackthorn, 43, Father
Clair Blackthorn, 37, Mother
Rai Blackthorn, 28, Brother

Other: Mika is a Chosen Child of the Forest. This means she can heal pokemon by touching them by transferring some of her own energy into them and that, if the bond is strong enough, she can communicate telepathically with them. She is able to understand any and all pokemon however, and is able, whether she wants to or not, to hear pokemon, dead or alive, crying out for help. It can cause horrific migraines that have immobilized the girl in the past and even with the medication Dr. Romano gave her, there's little end to the voices crying out for redemption and salvation for whatever reason. It can turn her mood sour without her really meaning to go sour and it can cause her to lose focus. One of the other abilities, known as synchronization, alows her to, in a sense, become physically and emotionally one with her pokemon. This allows her to, at will and without moving or speaking, direct her pokemon's movements and battle actions, in a sense, becoming a puppeteer of their actions. The closer she is to the pokemon, the less harm it has on her body [With one exception and that being Tina] but regardless, the process weakens her visibly instantly and every ten minutes she will begin to weaken further. When she reaches the point of collapse, the connection is broken and, as the idea previously suggests, the connection is severed and the girl will fall unconscious for some amount of time until the mana has been completely restored. Other side effects include a weakening of her immune system and breathing systems, at times she'll begin to cough up blood if she's done too much with her powers lately.

As far as how she breaks the seal, well, you'll have to wait and see. ;3

RP example:[admin'd]

October 28th, 2008, 9:04 AM
OK, just out of curiosity, how exactly does the position of Silent Shadow work? I'm thinking someone ninja-like, but that's just me :/

Oh, and if it's OK, I'm gonna give Gale another Pokemon for her, only this one will be in her box. And I'll update her appearance a bit more, adding a rocket uniform for her.

October 28th, 2008, 9:43 AM
Teehee, nice Pikataro, you caught that. Lol, I was going to have Mika hand out the uniforms in the first post but if you wanna jump the gun and write your uniform go ahead.

They're all customized to the user's liking, the only thing you can't change is that there's an R on every piece somewhere and the R is in the shade of your Gem color [Mine's green for emerald etc]

And you can add however many pokemon you want in the box. :P You just have to write out the thingy for each of 'em

As far as the poistion goes, it's kinda like Ninja crossed with Spy. The Silent Shadow does the initial reconnaissance before a mission, be it sneaking into a base or just walking around the area, scoping it out. You're also the person if we need someone to go into the airducts you'll go solo or with Mika. :3

Sound okay to you? And that's just the general idea, feel free to expand on it. ^-^

October 28th, 2008, 10:18 AM
Oh, fun :D

I'll let you decide where the "R" goes on Gale's outfit, so... XD

And by any chance, can I still keep Reanna's info. secret since she hasn't been revealed yet to the others? If I do have to write it up, it'll be in the spoiler box.

October 28th, 2008, 10:54 AM
xD Sure if you think that'll help.

^-^ And I don't think so missy. You decide where the R goes lol. XD

October 28th, 2008, 10:57 AM
OK, then XD I'll go put it up now.

So we're gonna start when all the positions are filled, or when enough people are accepted?

Alter Ego
October 28th, 2008, 3:41 PM
-Out of Character-

Name: Kamisama will do, thank you. AHEM, just Alter, please.

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Ariapaselina Irian Alnez
Nick Names: Parse
Age: 21
Location of Childhood Home: Azalea Town, Johto
Gem Classification: The Tactician, Amethyst

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Misere
Type: Beedrill

Distinguishing Marks? The left of Misere's forelegs is disproportionately small and weaker than average. Her wings are also somewhat underdeveloped, making her flight clumsier and more whimsical-looking than what is generally attributed to the species.

PERSONALITY: Something of an enigma as pokémon go, Misere is a very silent and reclusive pokémon, rarely displaying emotion or voicing opinion in any matter. She prefers to stay cooped up in her pokéball, or - on the times when it is commanded otherwise - at least as far away from others as circumstances will permit. The Beedrill is not very skittish or frightened mind you, she just plain doesn't like company. Primarily non-confrontational as she is, the bug type will first attempt to simply keep her distance, but should this fail, the next measure is - without fail - a stinger directed towards the offending party. Look? She'd prefer it if you didn't. Talk to? You'd probably be better off talking to a wall. Touch? Don't even go there.

Despite her generally anti-social attitude, the Beedrill seems to hold some form of trust - or, at least, submissiveness - towards Parse, faithfully following her wishes as far as possible. Given the nature of both trainer and pokémon, this could hardly be referred to as friendship, but as a comrade in arms, Misere is as reliable as they get, and that's all that Parse truly wants of her.

History: Of all the pokémon on Parse's team, the rather bizarrely named Misere is the only one of whom she appears downright reluctant to speak. The Beedrill was first caught in Ilex Forest, her body stunted and crippled in its struggles to escape the cocoon that used to be her body, and it was most likely this anomaly that first drew Parse into capturing the creature as, despite her apparent inferiority, Misere's poison and silk glands were both highly developed, making her - ironically enough - an exceptionally strong member of her species. Though she should have been proud of such a rare catch, Parse seems to view the Beedrill with mixed feelings at best. On one hand, the bug pokémon is her most trusted partner, but on the other there is apparently a source of humiliation and injured pride buried somewhere in their shared past that seem to prevent the Beedrill's prideful trainer from treating her as anything more than a valuable asset.

Just what this humiliating episode is, however, is a matter that only those present in Ilex Forest at the time could possibly be aware of, and thus far none have shared.

Name: Morpheus
Type: Parasect

Distinguishing Marks? The mushroom on his back is rather large, even by Parasect standards, but nothing that exceptional.

PERSONALITY: A rather tragic case, Morpheus is a highly social and affectionate pokémon with a particular affinity for humans. Unfortunately, the spores from his mushroom have particularly potent narcotic properties, easily inducing sleepiness and even comas to those who carelessly inhale them, even without the Parasect actively willing such things. As a result, Morpheus' social encounters have not gone particularly well, leading to a mass of abandonment issues. He is very much a smacked puppy; lonely, pitiable, and ready to give his all for even the slightest sign of affection or approval.

While this is hardly the kind of personality Parse is fond of, she has found the Parasect's unusually affinity for sleep induction far too valuable to simply pass up on, and so she gives the pitiable creature a few small approvals here and there, coddling him just enough to keep him happy and obedient but very little beyond it. Morpheus, however, seems completely oblivious to any ulterior motives and is as happy as can be with his 'loving trainer', even though she insists on keeping him in his pokéball as much as possible, partly to avoid collateral damage but mostly to avoid having a Parasect physically clinging to her wherever she goes.

History: A surprisingly uneventful catch, considering the circumstances in which she came upon it. Parse originally came upon the Parasect - still a small Paras at the time - while looking into a series of peculiar coma incidents that had been occurring in the national park near Goldenrod City. Specifically, ones that had been occurring nighttime only. Anticipating either a formidable ghost pokémon or at least a rogue Hypno, Parse was surprised to say the least when the meager bug pokémon pounced her leg instead. When she attempted to battle the creature, however, she quickly realized the potential of the bug type's narcotic spores when they effortlessly downed her Beedrill, breaching all trainer convention and simply charging for the catch herself, mouth covered by a thick scarf.

Much to her surprise, however, the Paras was quite willing to let himself be caught, almost delighted, even. And soon enough, the girl found that she had managed to secure a valuable and reliable new member for her team.

Name: Phobos
Type: Gliscor

Distinguishing Marks? Phobos has lost his right eye in battle, the rather messily healed patch of overgrown skin at its place adding an additional notch of creepy to his already intimidating appearance. This obviously impairs his vision, but his reflexes and hearing are all the sharper in compensation.

PERSONALITY: Phobos' personality tends to bring a particularly playful Persian to mind. True to his nickname, he delights in watching others squirm in terror at the sight of him and habitually toys with opponents for sport, delighting in all manner of sneak attacks, mind games and shock tactics. Even among the ones he's not actively picking fights with, he is always regarded with a measure wariness as he habitually spreads full lies and half-truths to unnerve others and loves nothing more than to shake things up for his own amusement when others least expect it. Though he is usually content simply with making others fear the worst of him, his cruel sense of humor and capricious manner can border on downright sadism at times.

Of the pokémon on Parse's team, Phobos is probably the most uppity one, being the only member who will quite happily disobey orders should the whim strike him, but the two do share a certain form of kinship - not to mention a similar inclination in humor - and as such there is actually a rather rare tinge of affection in their relationship.

History: The only one of Parse's pokémon that sought her out rather than the other way around. While the girl was navigating a path for herself through the mountain range around Blackthorn in the hopes of finding out more about the mysterious 'Kappa sighting' in the area, the wily Phobos - as much a pest in his Gligar days as he is now - ambushed her from behind a bend in the path. Contrary to the shocked traveler's face he had expected, however, the creature was faced with the stinger of a decidedly unamused Beedrill instead, quickly ending up on the losing end of the ensuing scuffle. With one eye short. Though Parse's first reaction would have been to simply leave the battered creature to die, she was reluctantly impressed by the tenacity with which it struggled to survive and chose to capture it instead.

Though hardly as obedient or submissive as the other members of the team, the Gligar soon proved his worth to his new captor, and has been a valued - if sparingly used - asset of the team ever since. Surprisingly, Phobos actually wound up delighted with the disfiguring scar that grew over his lost eye, bringing his intimidation factor to an all new high, which was only further enhanced by his later evolution to Gliscor.

Name: Undine
Type: Golduck
Distinguishing Marks? Nothing besides what is usual for older Golduck.

PERSONALITY: An unusually principled and morally concerned pokémon, at least by the standards of Parse's team, Undine has a very strict code of personal ethics which she lives her life by, firmly believing in practicing her art of battling with honor and respect for the opponent. She has no tolerance for dirty tricks or underhanded tactics of any kind, and while she will not directly oppose her trainer, she won't aid her with such things either. Focused and prone to perfectionism, Undine usually communicates with others only when there is need for her to do so and always working her way through such with the minimal amount of interaction. She is not really reclusive or shy, but rather simply doesn't have the time to waste on what she perceives as idle banter.

While Undine and Parse have vastly differing personal philosophies, they both have a common streak both in perfectionism and their strong sense of individuality and, despite their disagreements, they share a form of respect for each other. Undine does not interfere with Parse's schemes, Parse does not attempt to force Undine into them, and neither sees reason to disturb this equilibrium.

History: The legendary 'kappa' of the Blackthorn mountain range. The moment the rumors of a 'frightful apparition' attacking mountaineers caught her attention, Parse immediately made preparations to track down what was promising to be another strong catch and, after a number of detours, eventually arrived at the mountain lake the rumors were centered around. Sure enough, the alleged 'kappa' made its move, though much to Parse's surprise it immediately came into plain view and gave her the kind of curt bow that practitioners of martial arts usually apply before taking up a fighting pose, as if issuing a challenge. Never one to back down from such a thing, Parse took up on the offer, only to have her first attacker struck down in seconds. When she, out of frustration, attempted to corner the Golduck with her two remaining team members, however, the creature suddenly released an illusory haze around the area, vanishing into the lake.

Stubborn as she was, Parse refused to let such a powerful battler escape, setting up a tent by the lake and intending to wait the creature out. Each day she attempted both battle and ambushes of various kinds, and always the result was the same. In one-on-one battles, the creature would fall back only on its own fighting prowess and refrain from psychic abilities, but the moment any form of trickery or gang-up was on the horizon it would use all powers at its disposal to make a getaway. And so, after her second week at hunting down the elusive pokémon, Parse finally reached the obvious solution, entering into a fierce battle completely devoid of her usual tricks in an attempt to beat the Golduck at its own game.

The fight was long and - to date - probably the hardest Parse had gotten herself into, but eventually her opponent gave in under the attacks and submitted to capture. Even in captivity, however, the Golduck has retained a measure of her independence and will only consent to fighting on her own terms, making her a somewhat pickier -if no less valuable - member of Parse's little ensemble.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color/Style: Reddish blonde, usually tied up into a pair of pigtails that would look a lot better on just about anyone else.
Height: 1,74 Meters
Weight: 64 Kg

General Appearance: The first association to Parse's appearance tends to be...hard. Standing at a respectable 1,74 meters, she has an anatomy brimming with the kind of narrowness, sharp angles, and general edginess that predominates her persona. Parse, upon casual inspection, seems to be all sharp edges, narrowly defined features, wiry muscles, and boniness; a human being created with the absolute minimum of materials. Further accentuating this, even her dark brown eyes are slightly narrower than average, and her face is - more often than not - pulled into a dissatisfied scowl that adds to the unpleasant image. Her hair is on one of those tricky borderline colors between blonde and red, usually falling in somewhere between the two for the viewer, and is usually kept fairly short, any excess strands tied up into a pair of pigtails that would look far better on a cheerful little girl who didn't spend half as much time on scowling as Parse does.

In clothing, Parse is very much her utilitarian self, typically wearing a simple combination of sneakers, cargo pants, belt and t-shirt or tank top for casual situations, sometimes with a sweater tied around her waist, should she anticipate colder weather or similar circumstances. She also possesses several sets of tightly fitting jeans, a pair of steel-toed hiking boots, an utility belt, rigging equipment, several long-sleeved t-shirts and even a proper safety helmet to cover any and all caving or mountaineering requirements. Specific color choices wary, but as a habit Parse sticks to darker shades of earthen colors, as they are less eye-catching in the wilderness and won't showcase dirt and grime as clearly. The occasional dark red is not unheard of, but bright, eye-catching colors like yellow and pink are completely out of the question.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
+Good at weighing pros and cons
+Level-headed approach to problems
+Persistent and methodical worker
+Capable of solo work
+Experienced explorer of caves, forests, and mountains
+Emotional detachment from missions, able to treat most assignments as simply 'work'

-Finding a problem she can't solve
-Being influenced by others

Likes | Dislikes:
+Being right, especially if others have spoken against her in the matter
+Exceptional pokémon
+Showing off her talents and knowledge
+Anything she manages to do perfectly.
+Folklore and mythology
+Getting to 'do her own thing' without others meddling
+Being in control of things
+The fruits of a scheme well-played
+A nice, warm bath after a successful expedition

-Being proven wrong
-People who know something better than she does
-Clingy people
-Exceptional pokémon that belong to someone else
-Patronizing or condescending attitudes
-Loud noises
-Stupidity and ignorance
-Being upstaged
-Most of the people from Azalea Town

Goals: To obtain more exceptional pokémon for her team and simply, utterly crush Bugsy in a battle. Beyond that, her primary aim for the moment is to milk her newfound position for as much benefit as it's possibly worth. Long-term plans have not been locked down due to the rather uncertain nature of the current shot-term.

+Strategic pokémon battler
+Basic trap making skills
+Experience in exploring forest, cave, and mountain areas.
+Good intuitive sense for strengths and weaknesses in pokémon
+Decent knowledge of folklore and mythology

Quirks | Habits: Parse carries a knife with her at all times, and often makes a habit of playing with it by carving crude wood figurines or such. When she does, she is most likely annoyed over something. She also habitually sticks said knife under the nose of anyone foolish enough to think they can threaten her with violence, or just plain someone who pushes her too far on a matter.

Secrets: Certain choice events in her past and most of the things she does on her free time. Parse is very much a no-nonsense operative and bluntly refuses to bring her personal baggage with her to work.

Reputation: Parse's reputation within the team is something of a mixed bag. She is, by quite open personal admission, solely aiming for the profit, with no particular loyalties to the team agenda beyond her interest in the paycheck and other perks. This attitude, only enhanced by her generally crude manner, has been the cause of a number of internal investigations, malicious rumors and hearty objections towards her promotion. Thus far, none of the accusations have stuck, however, and the fact remains that Parse is actually quite good at what she does. She is not the person you go to to debate team philosophy or just to have a pleasant chat over a cupe of tea; she is the one you come to when you want things done.

Well liked she is not, but Parse has a very good track record in her line of work and there are even those who would consider her blatant self-interest an assurance of her loyalty rather than proof of treachery. After all, it is well known that no measly government pay could hope to best the benefits that being one of the gems entails and they would be equally hard-pressed if they attempted to match the horrors that traitors to the team are subjected to.

Personality: Parse is probably not the nicest person you'll ever meet. In fact, many would say that she is a good candidate for the exact opposite of that. Egocentric and crude to the bone, Parse's decisions faithfully follow the path of 'greatest profit for Parse' and she makes no secret of the matter. Phrases like 'how will this benefit me?' or 'I'm sure I have better things to do' are standard fare that anyone desiring her assistance should prepare for, preferably by securing an acceptable sum of money or other suitable perk to warrant her continued interest in the discussion. She is not beyond helping out a stranger in need or even going to extreme lengths for an employer, but such things are never done without a personal incentive of equal or greater magnitude hinging on said help. Any emotional reasoning or appeals to her alleged 'better nature' are doomed to miserable failure as pity and sympathy are emotions that Parse does not expect from anyone and is equally unwilling to lend.

A strong individualist by nature, Parse is not the kind to depend on anybody else's help - though she will, of course, save her own effort by calling on it should an opportunity present itself - and quite openly dislikes those who do. She is equally stubborn in her world view, bullheadedly refusing to let anyone else affect her values and priorities and instinctively shying away from any relationship that seems to be heading in that direction. At the end of the day, the one thing Parse values above all else is definitely herself.

Egoistical and opportunistic as she is, Parse is not a particularly easy person to get along with socially. When she talks with you, it's usually best to assume that she's either looking to gain something from it or already doing so and her mercenary attitude makes taking her for a confidante a risky enterprise, even at the best of times. A perfectionist by nature and considerably intelligent to boot, she is quite adept in finding flaws in everything around her and quite candid in pointing them out. There is, however, one 'but' to redeem what at face-value looks like a completely uncooperative individual. Namely, work. Once employed to complete a task, Parse's self-interest is well assured by the promised reward at the end, and with it - as long as her vested interests are not threatened and a significantly better counter-deal does not crop up - her loyalty to the cause as well. Parse is also completely fine with simply sticking to business without socializing with whoever she works with in any way, allowing for a workable 'live and let live' kind of arrangement between herself and colleagues capable of maintaining it. There is a number of traits that trigger all the wrong switches at the back of Parse's mind, however, and anyone unfortunate enough to possess them will have little chance of escaping her barbing. Parse won't single-handedly escalate the conflict further than snide remarks, but said remarks will be constant and often far more than the recipient's patience can take. Parse's fierce pride in her intelligence and talents and her tendency for narcissism rarely alleviate matters either.

Impossible though her demands on others may be, Parse doesn't seem to be much easier on herself. 'Failure is not an option' is a phrase she takes very seriously indeed, always pushing herself to the outmost with anything she undertakes, both body and mind. Should she be unsuccessful, a vigorous training session will follow and not cease until the shortcoming has been eliminated. Parse does not just want to be treated as the best thing to ever grace the earth; she wants to be it as well.

-+- History:

Past: Born in Azalea Town, Johto, Parse - still Ariapaselina at the time - seemed originally set for a far simpler and purer lifestyle than the one she currently leads. Born as the newest heir to a family that had held custody over the town gym for three generations, the girl was groomed since early age to carry on the family legacy. Parse had no particular objections to this; she loved pokémon, she loved the mysterious and alluring vastness of Ilex Forest, and she soon proved herself a competent handler of bug type pokémon as well. All in all, everything in Parse's little life seemed to be going just the way it was supposed to.

That is, until he came.

No-one took him seriously at first, the effeminate boy with the mop hair and delayed puberty, but with a couple of weeks from arriving in the town, Bugsy had become the new gym leader of Azalea. Precisely what occurred after this was unclear, but the next time Parse was seen she had ventured far from her hometown, dead set on becoming the greatest trainer the world had ever seen. Reports of her activities are scattered widely - a rumor here, a sighting there - but beyond the fact that she apparently hunted down the sources of various pokémon-related rumors and myths during her next four years after leaving Azalea very little is known of her exploits. What's more, and highly embarrassing to organized groups such as Team Rocket, she was apparently funding her travels by completing a number of the ethically questionable assignments for various employers, even thrashing a Rocket operative unfortunate enough to conflict with the interests of her employer.

Intrigued, Rocket command extended a tentative offer to take her in as a mercenary for a series of smaller jobs, and - after receiving highly positive results - eventually set their sights on officially recruiting the aspiring mercenary. This, as it turned out, was a far pricklier matter than anticipated. While she had no qualms about the actual work, Parse objected far more to permanently placing herself under another's command, saving particular distaste for the notion of wearing uniform. This stalemate lasted for a while, but as the payments for Parse's individually hired services mounted and the concern of a rival organization - or worse yet, the GP - gaining a hold of such promising trainer material grew, Team Rocket eventually raised the stakes, offering Parse employment quite unheard of for one who was not an official member of the group...

Tamil Alnez - Father (40)
Marissa Alnez - Mother (37)

Other: N/A

RP example: Pick an RP; any RP.


Ehh...I'll still call open to improvements for now as I may want to add more detail to various fields, but I thought I'd at least give you something. Certain parts in her history are purposefully excluded, but you have the gist of what those involve, amirite Mika? ;D

October 28th, 2008, 8:22 PM
Nyaaaaa. <3 -curls up on Alter's head- Okay okay, it ated the profiles. v.v You ish teh accepted, preeze proceed to the happy dance vip section. -unhooks bar-


Lol, I'm kidding. <3

Post please when you're done so I can accept and Pikataro, when everybody's in we'll start. :3 Last time I tried to run this roleplay I let people not be done with their profiles and then said profiles never got dun. :x So yesh. We're waiting.

October 30th, 2008, 6:47 AM
Lostt: I'm sorry, but I'm unable to accept your profile. You have the length, which is really really impressive, but I'm just not sure you understand the writing concepts you'll need to really succeed in this roleplay. I appriciate all the work and effort you've put in but I'm afraid this rolepaly just isn't a good match for you. You're Rejected but please don't take it personally. :3 This means that Basket Case is now un-reserved.

Just so you all know, I'm planning on closing sign ups [obviously] and posting the starting post on Monday or Tuesday so you have until then to get your profiles in and done. I understand it's exam season so I've extended the deadline. :3

Rise Against
October 30th, 2008, 4:18 PM
Hey, Mika can you message me or something when a spot other than the Basket-Case is open?

October 31st, 2008, 10:06 AM
Rise Against: Um, all the spots are reserved and unless the people applying turn in horrendous apps [as I know all of them] I don't see a large problem in them getting accepted...

Besides. you can just come back and check... oO; Seriously.

October 31st, 2008, 1:20 PM
Almost done. Just need to finish personality and history. Will do tonight.

October 31st, 2008, 4:46 PM
And Phani makes another late entrance. (>A<) Mika makes long sign-ups.

-Out of Character-

Name: Phanima (for estranged RP-ers); Phani (for pretty much everyone else); Phani-bunny (for Alter Ego only)

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Seras “Darian” Maxell
Nick Names: Sera; Maxy
Age: 22
Location of Childhood Home: Slateport City, Hoenn
Gem Classification: The Basket-Case (Amber)

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Setxaro
Type: Toxicroak
Distinguishing Marks? Setxaro’s main appendages (forearms and thighs) as well as her torso are wrapped in excessive bandages.
PERSONALITY: Suiting her expression, Setxaro’s personality can be wrapped up as sombre and unenthused. With the attention span of an out of water magikarp, she finds most situations uninteresting and not worth her time, which in most cases is true, the only thing capable of holding her attention being surgeries and dissections, that in itself being the sole purpose for her inclusion in the team.

Once involved however, Setxaro becomes quite engrossed and tends to get carried away in operating, blocking out everything else in the process.

She also has a superiority complex of sorts over Seras’ other two pokemon, being the only one out of three yet to be subjected to her harvesting.
History: Raised by Seras’ grandfather himself, there was no doubt in the toxicroak’s addition to her team. Having spent her youth by Darian’s side as his official surgeon, Setxario became experienced in subduing and dissecting captured pokemon, her honed abilities now invaluable to her new trainer.

Name: Kirsi
Type: Ariados
Distinguishing Marks? Kirsi’s horn has been severed and crushed, leaving behind a cracked stump.
PERSONALITY: After meeting Seras, Kirsi has become much more docile, her previous life as a rambunctious forest spider cut short after having her horn severed. Following the drastic event, her suffering from diminished self-esteem began, an Ariados’ horn symbolising their virtue in the wild. Obedient to the one who took her in afterward, she follows Seras’ orders with unwavering loyalty.
History: Having her horn severed and crushed by Seras for sale in the underground pokemon market, Kirsi found herself unable to survive in the wild without her captor’s aid. An ariados with no horn was simply prey for other forest pokemon, the loss symbolising her weakened status in the wild. Without it, she would be in constant danger. So in having put up a reasonable fight, her webs proving to be much more difficult and resourceful than expected of the hunter, she was adopted for use in capturing future pokemon.

Name: Livole
Type: Jolteon
Distinguishing Marks? The lengths of Livole’s fur are uneven due to routine shearings.
PERSONALITY: Easily agitated, Livole can be considered Seras’ most aggressive pokemon, in spite of his generally lax attitude. Calm and collected, he is often the most reliable amongst the team in terms of hunting purposes, the alternatives being an uninterested toxicroak and a passive ariados. In stark contrast, he is much more domineering in the midst of battle, to the point of being feral.
History: Initially scouted by Seras for static fur trading, Livole was kept on Seras’ active hunting team for his aggression and mobile prowess. Discovered in the midst of her travels through Goldenrod’s underground, he became an invaluable source of income for the hunter, his primary purpose serving once every three weeks, where his fur would reach the minimal length appropriate for shearing. Much to his own discretion, he obediently follows Seras’ intentions without question, having been saved by the girl from a much worse fate, his species being prime candidates for such exploits in the underground.

Boxed Pokemon: Nidorina (Daienson); Kingdra (Lorta); Pupitar (Sebel)

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color/Style: Blond
Height: 169cm
Weight: 58kg
General Appearance: Seras has a distinct mature and feminine look to go with her hardened attitude, a reflection on her outdoorsy lifestyle. As a result of spending the majority of her childhood under Slateport's bright and breezy environment, Seras has developed a ganguro-like complexion, just not as extreme as the norm. With a light tan and bleach-blond hair, she has an exotic look about her, a common trend among the city's youth. Also having large blue eyes covered by a receding fringe and shoulder length hair tied into a short explosive ponytail, not to mention a slim figure with portions of built up muscle in all the right places, Seras is nothing short of stunning. Of course, in spite of her natural beauty, she tends to cover herself in a number of unappealing apparel, her obscure sense of style and taste hindering her potentially popular social standing, not that it could get any worse mind.

Picking out whatever she deems comfortable, Seras adorns. Preferring more suitable articles of clothing appropriate to her line of work, short and tight outfits are the norm. Her most prized attire consisting of a white tank top, an ocean blue pokeball design printed across its back and over which she wears a denim feather-collared sleeveless jacket. Three quarter denim jeans then dress her thighs with a similar feather-hemmed design, a pair of round tipped shin-high boots bracing her feet. Finishing her two-toned and feathery attire, she wraps each hand in a black fingerless glove with a matching feather rim while a full blown feather band ties her hair.

-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
+Motivated and capable in finding and completing client-based jobs
+Physically able/athletic
+Has extensive knowledge of region specific pokemon

- Being vulnerable

Likes | Dislikes:
+Hunting pokemon
+Eating pokemon (eg. fresh slowpoke tail, skewered dratini meat, etc.)

- Socialising

Goals: To retire (like her grandfather) before turning 30.

+Extended knowledge of pokemon species, habitats and resources
+Tracking wild pokemon
+Underground negotiation and trading expertise
+Has sourced intelligence in foreign regions/connections with other hunters

Quirks | Habits: Seras does not speak unless needed. She finds any course of action over discussion much more appropriate.

Secrets: None so far...

Reputation: The name Seras “Darian” Maxell doesn’t sit at all well within the pokemon community. Seras is quite frankly the embodiment of someone whose reputation precedes them, the reasons for her reputation varying among different cultures throughout the regions. As such, she has acquired numerous nicknames throughout her career, all related to her controversial line of work and none of them at all flattering.

Needless to say, she is well received underground, her talents as a pokemon hunter often sought after from deprived mercenaries and marketers. If there are pokemon parts needing to be found and sold, Seras is the girl for the job.

Personality: Silent but determined define what kind of person Seras really is. She also shares a similar outlook on life and understands how the world actually works. Not everyone is nice and life isn't always fair, two facts she has become quite accustomed to ever since leaving home. In spite of all this, her attitude has remained resolute, even through the many trials she has already faced during her travels around the world. The only person she could rely on was herself.

In spite of this, there is one other side to her and is the hardest to procure, it also being her greatest fear; being vulnerable. She has absolutely no desire to allow herself to feel anymore than the basic emotions and even then, most of them remain restrained.

-+- History:

Past: Seras has lived quite a sheltered life in her hometown of Slateport City, her grandfather, a retired pokemon hunter who now worked a stall in the city’s open air market, being her only living relative. Coming from such humble origins, she came to appreciate the finer things in life and did well not to take things for granted.

Countering this, it was during her teen years that her true persona began to develop. The occasion in which her initial awakening derived however, involved one hapless spheal and a whole lot of trouble. Being only ten years of age and having spent most of her morning helping her grandfather set up shop, Seras was more than ready to have a little fun, but just her luck all of her friends had something else to do and since Slateport wasn't exactly the most exciting place to be, she found herself stranded. Deciding to kill some time at the beach where she would often come to relax, she discovered the existence of her future pokemon partner. Under the torment of some rather immature and boisterous tourists, Seras discovered a rather diminished spheal lying quite out of context across the beach. Shooing away the evil children, she became concerned for the poor seal and brought it home.

It didn’t take her long afterward to convince her grandfather in keeping the seal and the two were soon spending every waking minute in each other’s company. Such a time was soon cut short following the evolution of the seal and the revelation behind her grandfather’s true motive in allowing the initial sheltering of the pokemon. A true hunter through and through, his eyes were set on the now ripe walrein ready for harvesting, its tusks, blubber and mane considered delicacies in the world underground. Influenced by her grandfather’s ideals, she slowly came to see pokemon for what they really were and under his tutelage, Seras administered her very first harvest, an event that would lead her into the life of pokemon hunting.

Through the following years, she learnt everything her grandfather could teach her, her natural prowess and ability growing with each hunt until she was ready to leave home and start her own journey as a pokemon hunter. As her pursuit for hunting bigger and more expensive pokemon continued and as her fame underground reached its peak, she had somehow become involved with a freelance organisation known as Team Rocket. Following a number of circumstances involving an invalid tyranitar in which both parties were in pursuit of, she was offered official employment from the organisation through an offering of direct financial support and access to the company’s resources. And all in exchange for her allegiance and abilities, an offer she was all too eager to accept.

Family: Darian Maxell (grandfather – 78)

Other: Seras, aside from her accompanying team, utilises an array of tools to aid in her usual pokemon hunting expeditions. Among these, several include; carved mamoswine tusks, condensed string shot thread, bottled stun spore and extracted qwilfish spines.

RP example: (Taken from “Like Reaching for the Sun”) Plodding along the embedded brick road at no more than five miles an hour, it was incredibly naive of the little girl to think that she wouldn't catch anyone's attention, considering she had wrapped herself around her budding claydol and was riding it like a pit-bull on a poodle. Of course, that wasn't to say the awkward thought had ever crossed her mind in the first place. Still, in spite of her unusual take on the task she was definitely making up ground but then again, such a thought was somewhat absent from her conscience in the first place, so its value was close to naught.

Letting out a huff, the girl sat her head on top of the pokemon's smooth cylindrically squished head as they made their way to the foot of the mountain. With her petite naked arms wrapped around the mud doll's neck and her denim clad legs hooked about its torso, Kaoru had set herself up quite nicely for a leisurely ride into the first round. It had even begun to slip her mind that she was still in an actual tournament, considering the rather lacklustre attitude she had brought forth so far and not to mention the incredibly uninspiring yet beautifully decorated environment that surrounded her. The only reason she was already on her way was because of the brief encounter she had had with who she assumed was just another participant of the tournament.

Wiping the drool from her lips, which had invariably dribbled onto her partner's head, much to its displeasure, the little urban girl looked up into the distance to see a rather spectacular sight. Numbers upon numbers of trainers and pokemon alike scaled the surface of the cliff face before her. The mountainside looked like an incredibly oversized and rugged Mars bar covered in ants. Small trails and indented platforms lined the vertical ascent and housed many of the tournament's hopefuls, the majority taking the brief break in climb to catch their breaths, socialise or to just take in the majestic view. Obviously, it was clear that some trainers were much more lax about their priorities in competing in the tournament but such a realisation came as a relief for the straggling brunette, who had still yet to approach the first step in her quest.

"Wow...if there's that many people outside, how many people went inside?" Kaoru piped in awe.

Mustering every psychic ability it possessed while simultaneously exerting every physical extremity in its plump round body, all in order to sustain its trainer's weight, Kato tilted its head forward so that its rear eyes now faced the little girl's and prepared to delve into the vacant depths of her consciousness.

'Any sign of that really pretty dog, Kaor~in?'

The sudden intrusion into her mental workings still surprised her, even though Kato had performed the technique numerous times before.

"Huh?! Oh...it's just you Kat," she breathed, petting the doll's smooth top in relief, "umm...are you talking about that arcanine I saw?"

Blinking its many red eyes, the claydol shook its head before building up enough energy to send its next telepathic suggestion.

'I was talking about his rider,' it proceeded in a haughtily cheeky manner, 'she was much more attractive.'

"Really?!" Kaoru shot back in surprise, "I didn't know you liked humans Kat, that's surprising... Hey wait, when did you ever see her? You were still in your pokeball..."

An immediate and familiar silence fell over the two. Contrary to what the claydol's capacity to telepathically communicate with others might seem to be at first, it was actually quite adept in performing such a technique with sufficient ease. In the most severe cases of the pokemon's abuse of power, Kaoru's personal thoughts are very much the opposite of exactly that.

"You were reading my mind again!" the little girl spout, bruising the still mobile doll with her now frantically flailing arms, causing the couple to rock dangerously mid-flight.

Squeezing its engorged visionary globes together, the claydol blindly swayed from side to side under its trainer's assault before inevitably coming down in a spectacular spiralling fall. With a heavy and slightly sickening thud, the two landed, rolled and slid to a complete stop on the cold dirt and strangely rugged ground.

"Guh...that hurt," Kaoru winced, patting down her arms after using them to brace for impact before looking over to where her partner in crime had landed, "you alright Kat?"

Lying flat on its back, the claydol flailed its arms pathetically in the air, gesturing that it was fine and that it really couldn't be bothered replying. Grinning at the sight, the petite girl then hopped up onto her feet to see where they had crashed landed, still unaware that she was covered in a healthy layer of dirt. Following suit, her accompanying pokemon rose into the air while shaking its limbs in a fashion similar to that of a doused poochyena. When free of all excess dirt and rubble, Kato turned to its trainer to come face to face with an all too familiar expression, a trademark of sorts for the little girl. Slightly wide-eyed and standing completely still, the revelation of their whereabouts seemed to have surprised Kaoru to the extent of being overwhelmed.

'Kaor~in?' Kato managed to pipe, interrupting the girl's current affiliated condition.

"Hweh?" she chirped back, her pupils undulating considerably as life returned to her cheeks, "oh...Kat, sorry, I was just wondering where we are."

Rising to the girl's height, the levitating doll examined all eight lines of sight in a full encircling circumference before finally spouting, 'It looks like we're in some sort of cave or tunnel. We must have flown halfway up the mountain without realising.'

"Ohh...I see, I see."

Clasping her chin between the groove of her thumb and index finger, Kaoru furrowed her brow in feigned concentration before divulging their next course of action. Raising her right foot onto a nearby cluster of rocks, the street girl of petite stature then shot a powerful fist with her index finger fully extended towards the second out of two paths running along the tunnel, the first being in the complete opposite direction.

"We should go that way!" she started, brimming with renewed enthusiasm.

Grabbing Kato by its minute arms, Kaoru quickly threw herself over the pokemon's back and resumed her previous position, much to the surprise and distress of her mobile mud doll.

'W-What makes you think it's that way?'

As the two lined their sights on the path ahead, one particular feature of the winding tunnel's geological traits attracted their attention. A roughly eroded and crude opening graced the otherwise neatly buried path, revealing the only light source and exit out of the enclosure. Then, as if on cue, the answer to Kato's question blazed past along the other side. In the split second the two beings appeared, Kaoru immediately knew it was them; the girl and her arcanine, the same pair she had seen earlier during the recession of the tournament's first round announcement.

Without another word, Kaoru and her beloved dolly glided through the opening and onto a small plateau, soon realising that they were no longer taking the expedition through the mountain's inner labyrinth, rather, they had now stepped onto one of the many overhanging ledges that plagued its cliff face and the only way to the second round; skyward.

October 31st, 2008, 5:48 PM
Oh my!
I'm done with my app Mikachu!

October 31st, 2008, 5:54 PM
ぱはにま: XD Oh dear God, that's the most hillarious app I've ever read. Just don't eat Khael's Togepi or mah Dragons kaythanks. o3o And yes I have long-winded sign ups. It makes for better people in mah roleplays. o3o because it scares people.

You ish teh Accepteds

Marsy: Pfft. Bout time. X3 Nice app, nicely done, you ish teh Accepteds

Oh, just so you all know I may not be aroudn much until Tuesday. :/ I'm having some minor health problems that may require a brief hospital stint and while I'll have wifi..yeah. xD this aint' at the top of my priorities Do not fear, the roleplay shall start some point next week and until I return, Alter is in charge of the Floggings and Questions and Marsy will have updates for you if I do end up in teh Hospital. Nothing's for certain yet but I thought I'd be nice and make you aware.

Rise Against
November 1st, 2008, 7:37 AM
Rise Against: Um, all the spots are reserved and unless the people applying turn in horrendous apps [as I know all of them] I don't see a large problem in them getting accepted...

Besides. you can just come back and check... oO; Seriously.
Sorry, I am new to this forum so I don't really know how all the reservation things work. :/

Alter Ego: Gawh, you're too nice to me. <3 -perches on head- Tactician is Reserved for j00 for 72 hours/3 Days

Marsy: I did not force. I puppy dog eyed. :3 And your Hot Shot is Reserved for j00 for 72 Hours/3 Days

Lukey-Poo: The Grown Up Child is Reserved for j00 for 72 hours/3 Days

Kogenta: Illusionist is Reserved for j00 for 72 hours/3 Days

Just a question, what happened to the 72 hours/3 Days reservation? I am sorry, if that question will make anyone mad, I am just curious.

November 1st, 2008, 8:18 AM
Rise Against: These people came to me in private and asked for an extension. O.o It's exam season silly. And it's alright if your' curious but I'm pretty sure all the slots are taken. :/

November 1st, 2008, 4:55 PM
Mika, I'm dreadfully upset. Wish you'd told me. :-\

Let me know via MSN if there's some sort of freak accident and a space is opened up, but it looks like I'm too late.

Sadness. I has it.

November 1st, 2008, 8:38 PM
I is ready to be checked. Glad you is better Mika-chan!!

November 2nd, 2008, 1:54 PM
there happy now? ^ _ ^ or do i have to fix it ;)

-Out of Character-

Name: Ami

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Krystal Ami Surge
Nick Names: Ami
Age:10 year olds
Location of Childhood Home: Born in a Forest. Raised in Saffron City
Gem Classification: The Mysterious Sidekick, Opal

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Callie
Type: Delcatty
Distinguishing Marks? none
PERSONALITY: She's a sneaky little devil. Callie taught herself how to speak English to impress a Meowth in TeamRocket...it did not work out so well.
She loves to speak to people trying new drinks/teas then reverts to meow/mew when they call for others.
Callie is very protective of Ami and will never leave her alone with strangers. Pops in and out of Poke'ball at will.
History: Ami was always bringing home sick/hurt Poke'mon, after nursing the poor Delcatty back to health, it would not leave her side.

Name: Sparky
Type: Pichu
Distinguishing Marks: A black lighting bolt on his forehead.
PERSONALITY: Sparky is mischievous and MUST have any shiny thing he sees.
He adores Sonee's Pikachu (Pika) and will do anything to protect/impress her.
Sparky is very proud and will not back down from a challenge! (unless Pika asks him to. )
History: Ami got Sparky when she caught him stealing cookies out of her backpack.
He may have escaped... had he not bumped into a Poke'ball in Ami's backpack

Name: Fantasma
Type: Shuppet
Distinguishing Marks: none
PERSONALITY: Fantasma is the all important conscience of the group.
She makes sure everyone behaves when she is out of her Poke'ball, although she sometimes pops out on her own.
Fantasma will ShadowBall those who "misbehave" in her eyes.
History: Ami got Fantasma as a gift from Sonee who thought Ami needed a "nanny" when she is not around.
Due to the fact, that her other Poke'mon are all to happy to go along with her.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color/Style: Darkish red. Almost always in a pony tail
Height:5' 5"
Weight: 85 lbs
General Appearance: Ami always wears a pair of cosplay Skitty ears, always. She tends to be very thin, which combined with her tall height, give her a coltish look. When she is scheming or rather “thinking” as she puts it, Ami gets a certain gleam in her eyes that causes Sonee to watch her warily, as this is almost always “not a good sign”.

Ami may be a girl, but she has absolutely NO time or patience for girly things as she puts it. She is almost always in a T-shirt, with something written or printed on it, and jeans with tennis shoes. Give her something “girly” and it’s soon devoid of lace, prissiness and anything else she deems undesired.

Her rocket uniform is black jeans with opal colored R’s on the pockets, a black t-shirt with an opal colored R on the front, and black tennis shoes. She always carries a black backpack with her on her missions :stuffed full of “just in case” supplies, black Skitty ears with opal Rs on the backs as well.

Formal attire: In the rare cases Ami must wear “formal” she does everything in her power to wear the least “prissy” she can get away with… A.K.A no dresses, lacy things, anything “girly”, skirts, or heels. She mostly wears nice pants (jeans if she can get away with it) with a nice shirt and relatively nice shoes for formal wear

-+- Personality:

Makes great ice cream.
Won’t abandon anyone.
Knows how to hide when needed.
Fearless when cornered

Ghost types (with the exception of Shuppets).
Failing anything.
Hurting anyone. (Poke'mon too)
Being alone.
Being discovered

Pulling pranks.
Making Ice cream.
Early morning anything.

Ghost type Pokemon except Shuppets.
Getting Shadow Balled.
Being alone.
Being called by her first name.
Dresses…any type….

To one day prank Sonee without her knowing.
To protect all Poke'mon as best she can

Skills: Hiding,
Making Ice cream,
Lock picking
Sneaking around
Is the only one who can wake Sonee up for Early morning meetings/missions.

Quirks | Habits:
Minor Tinkering (Much to poor Sonee’s dismay)
Hates it when rare Poke'mon are captured...
NEVER takes off her Skitty ears.
Kills those who call her by her first name, even Sonee.
Loves to make her special ice cream for friends, even the Poke’mon ones.

Can talk to Poke'mon
Hopes no one in TR ever finds out, she tends to sabotage missions where a rare Poke'mon is targeted.
Only Sonee knows Ami can speak to Poke'mon. [[occ your char has to "catch her" to find out]]

Everyone see Ami as a sneaky little prankster who always has something up her sleeve...
She is really fun loving and just can’t resist an opening for a prank. Though the others may see her as just a prankster she is really very sweet and even feels bad about certain tricks that gets out of hand.

Ami is a fun loving person as evidenced by her prankster tendencies. Her love for Pokemon is shown by how few she has permanently. She prefers to go out into the wild and see who she comes across. After romping around with her “new” friends, Ami is happy to wave good-bye.

Ami is loyal to a fault. She will endanger herself without a thought, if someone she cared for was in danger or at risk to being left behind. Although she has been loyal to Team Rocket, Ami can’t help but hope something exists for her beyond them. Far beyond them.

Ami is also very cautious when it comes to friends. She trusts any Poke’mon with her life but trusts very few trainers. Due to her secret ability Ami tends not to get close to others for fear they will discover what she can do. Being protective of Poke’mon she does not wish to be used as “bait” or a “tool” in their capture. The only person Ami really trusts is Sonee. due to the fact that when Sonee discovered what she could do, she kept it a secret.

-+- History:

Ami was born in a Forest because of a miscalculation by Sabrina, her earliest memories are of Saffron City always wanting to go out into the woods, hating having to come inside. She always felt some sort of connection with the forest. Ami discovered she could talk to Poke'mon at age 5, and, being typical Ami, never told anyone. This ability to speak to Pokemon left her very uncomfortable with the idea of capturing them. It just seems like enslavement to her, as you were “ forcing them” to be your “slave”.

Ami never wanted to catch Poke’mon. but her parents, being gym leaders,
told her she had to as part of life and sent her outside with a Poke’ball…She came upon an injured Delcatty and brought it home to nurse it. When the delcatty refused to leave her, Ami’s parents assumed that she had used the Poke’ball and praised her for her “fine catch”. So pleased they were with her, they gave her another “choice”…. she could either be a gym leader or she could join TR. Ami sighed and chose Team Rocket.

Family: Mom: Sabrina ((ooc: Sorry even Bulbapedia doesn’t have her last name. =P))
Dad: Lt. Serge

Ami will never leave Sonees side

RP example:[[occ T.T You know where to find it.....]]

November 2nd, 2008, 5:57 PM
Sprink7: Accepted :P But keep up lengthy detailed well-put-together posts or I'll kick/kill you.

Ami: <3 Remove the smilies love and add another paragraph to your History/Appearance/Personality. With the History, indicate how and why she was born in the forest etc and how she came to Saffron City. :P Until then you're pending

And to solve any confusion, Sonee has two characters, one played by her and one played by Amii. :P Don't ask details. Just deal with it.

November 3rd, 2008, 10:22 PM
I believe I am done, though I cannot think of any of Aidan's secrets at the moment . . . Sorry some parts are a little short.

EDIT: Also, I ought to pay more attention to others' profiles. ^-^;; I put too many similarities in mine . . .

Rise Against
November 4th, 2008, 7:17 AM
Mika:Do the reservations last until they send them in? Also, isn't today the deadline?

Alter Ego
November 4th, 2008, 9:12 AM
Okay, yeah...I've seen just about enough of this. ~~

Rise Against, has it occurred to you that constantly pestering Mika about those reservations might be just a little bit obnoxious? Not to mention rude towards the people holding said spots who will inevitably end up reading that? You are not part of this RP, you are not a reservation holder, so if you truly feel entitled to question the RP master's actions at every turn then at least have the common courtesy to do so in private rather than cluttering up the thread with your complaints.

Also, just as note? All but two of the reserved people have already completed their profiles and the remaining ones have both been granted extension on their reservations so you really have no say on the matter. As far as I understand, one of them even has a special purpose to fulfill in this RP and hence acts outside of standard procedure.

Just...cut out the clutter right about now, if you please. <<

November 4th, 2008, 12:10 PM
{{ooc: I'll finish Sonechka's history tonight -disembowels old comp- I just know my old notes are in here...somewhere...}}

-Out of Character-

Name: Sonee

-In Character-

Full Birth Name: Sonechka Stone
Nick Names: Sonee (only to her close friends)
Age:17 going on 18
Location of Childhood Home: RustboroCity, Hoehn
Gem Classification: The Tinkering Wonder, Diamond

-+- The Basics:

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Storm Warning
Type: Rapidash
Distinguishing Marks? Storm Warning is a black Rapidash with “normal” looking flames and an iridescent horn. He lives in a custom painted Pokeball, glossy black with flames.

PERSONALITY: Storm Warning deems himself Sonechka’s guardian, so much that he has a habit of appearing even if Sonechka hasn’t summoned him. He tends to be quick tempered whenever Sonechka seems distressed and acts accordingly with all the swiftness of his breed. Storm Warning is suspicious of all male attention towards Sonechka, given her heritage. However, every valiant knight has his weak spot. Offer Storm Warning the standard apples, carrots and oats bribe and he’ll accept it and eat it all but, annoyingly, he won’t budge from between the male briber and Sonechka. Offer him some form of peppermint, be it solid or liquid, and his eyes glaze over as he immediately starts to devour the treat. The male briber then has until the peppermint euphoria wears off to get close to Sonechka.

History: Sonechka’s maternal grandfather, a Safari warden, gifted her with Storm Warning, when she was 5, much to her father’s chagrin and envy. Her absentminded thanks irked all but her grandfather, who smiled knowingly, confident in the knowledge he’d bred a perfect companion for the distracted girl. To get away from the heavy atmosphere, Sonechka went outside. Soon, lost in her daydreams, she found herself in a wild Pokemon area, facing an irritated denizen. Sonechka froze and stared. With a flash of fire, Storm Warning popped out of his Pokeball and dispatched the threat. Sonechka hugged him gratefully, as he nuzzled her to make sure she was unharmed, thus starting a inseparable partnership.

Name: Pika
Type: Pikachu
Distinguishing Marks? Pika is a runt of a Pikachu, she is closer in height to a Pichu. She has a tendency to live in Sonechka’s backpack rather than her custom painted Pokeball, metallic gold with silver bolts.
PERSONALITY: Pika is fun loving. She is the prankster of Sonechka’s Pokemon. If she isn’t busy leaving the apple cores around Storm Warning or his pokeball, she can be found plotting and enacting a static filled ambush on Ariel. All, of course, while maintaining her innocent “not a hair out of place” patent look for Sonechka. Pika’s playful façade hides a desperate need, born of her harsh days in the wild, to be close to her other teammates. She has claimed the spot of mothering the Eevee, Umbro, and, jealously, wards off Ariel from her attempts to mother Umbro. Pika is quick to sense a human or Pokemon’s change in mood. When she senses a change for the worse, Pika is quick to respond in a loving and generous way. During one of these ambivalent moment, she deigned to give Ami’s Pichu, Sparky, a treasured ketchup packet. Pika was rather shocked and surprised to find she now has a love struck male following her everywhere.

History: Pika chose Sonechka. Pika’s lack of size has always caused her trouble in the wild. After a rather bad encounter with a couple of Ratatas, where she lost her berry dinner for the third time that particular week, Pika stumbled across a small campsite, where Sonechka was busy tinkering with a pokeball. She spotted an open backpack and crept across to it. Pika sniffed and licked at an open ketchup package. Her eyes darkened at the delicious taste, then the seductive scent of apples hit her nose. Glancing at the still preoccupied Sonechka, Pika climbed into the backpack and gorged herself on the apples and more ketchup packs! Satiated and drowsy, she drifted off to sleep and awoke to the sound of soft laughter when Sonechka came to retrieve one of her lab books from the pack. Still groggy from sleep, Pika found herself gently hoisted up and the lab book removed. Sonechka walked back to the campfire with Pika and opened her lab book to read. Absently stroking the sleepy Pokemon, she reviewed her notes well into the night. The following morning, Sonechka looked around for the little Pikachu and found her sunning herself on the back of Storm Warning as he grazed. Sonechka sighed and made a note to stock more apples and ketchup packets. Even though she eventually made Pika her own custom Pokeball, Pika prefers to travel in Sonechka’s backpack.

Name: Ariel
Type: Swablu
Distinguishing Marks? Ariel lives in a custom painted Pokeball, pastel blue with wispy clouds.

PERSONALITY: Ariel has the stereotyped short temper of a dragon. Her mercurial moods never cease to be the center of attention. One moment, Ariel screams her anger, when her feathers puff out in all directions from one of Pika’s static pranks. The next moment, she cries in dismay, looking frantically for a handy body of water in which to bathe so her feathers lay flat again. Ariel has been full of herself ever since she witnessed an immense battle of dragon Pokemon. She feels that dragon types are the most evolved of all Pokemon. When Sonechka was given an egg for rescuing a young child, Ariel declared that only she was fit to be the foster parent for the hatchling, starting a subtle war between her and Pika. This elitist attitude carries over when Ariel is called into battle. She fights like the mother of all dragons and lords it over any Pokemon she replaces in battle. Ariel is gracious in defeats from other dragon types but blames her teammates when she loses to a non-dragon Pokemon. Fortunately, even with her mind-set, she is loyal to Sonechka and defends her teammates fearlessly, since she feels she is the only one who can properly “improve” them.

History: Sonechka had never intended to be classified as a Pokemon trainer. However, in the first couple years hiding from her father, she fell in with a group of traveling trainers. They, good naturedly, asked to see her Pokemon. When she produced Storm Warning and Pika as her only Pokemon, the trainers were appalled. Sonechka found herself hauled into the wilderness to “round out” her party. They flushed out a Swablu and commenced on their project teaching Sonechka the fine points of being a trainer. The irritated Swablu laughed and taunted the barrage of attempts to capture it. Quietly, Sonechka studied the elusive Pokemon. She reached into her packback and retrieved a Pokeball and a few of her tinkering tools. Popping open the Pokeball, Sonechka made a few adjustments. She put her tools away and stepped over to the fray. Summoning Pikachu, Sonechka directed her to Thunder Wave the Swablu. The ruffled Swablu squawked in rage and closed in on Sonechka. Sonechka threw her modified Pokeball, enclosing the startled Swablu. After two twitches, the Pokemon was hers. Amid the congratulations, Sonechka frowned and pulled out a lab book to make a few notes.

Name: Umbro
Type: Eevee
Distinguishing Marks? Umbro lives in a custom painted Pokeball, glossy black with mother of pearl rings.

PERSONALITY: Umbro is a typical happy go lucky Eevee. He wanders where the next scent takes him, usually ending in trouble. Decidedly a night owl from birth, Umbro frecklessly romps around in the dark underbrush, too young yet to understand danger. His energy level is high enough to wear out both his caretakers, Pika and Ariel, when he isn’t in a mood to be mothered. His favorite object of affection is Sonechka. Never mind, Umbro knows he can count on a tidbit or two from her, when she enters one of her absent minded phases or that she knows just where to scritch him. Hers was the first face he saw, when he hatched late one dark and violent night.
History: A relieved Pokemon Breeder presented Sonechka with an egg after she extracted his son out of a tenuous situation. As the Breeder dragged off his protesting son, he grinned back at Sonechka and hinted the egg held a surprise…or two. She sighed as she made room for it in her backpack and rescued the egg from the squabbling Pika and Ariel. The egg proved to be stubborn about hatching. However, Sonechka was forced to put the matter aside as everything started to unravel around her. In the chaos that ensued, she was separated from her friends. Huddled on an overloaded boat, she felt her backpack move violently. Upon opening it, she was assaulted by a wet warm tongue connected to a fluffy brown body. Sonechka hugged the Eevee tightly and sobbed into the night.

Name: Beauty
Type: Miltoc
Distinguishing Marks? Beauty lives in a custom painted Pokeball, variegated blue and green tie-dye.

PERSONALITY: Jokingly, called “Beauty with Brains”, Beauty is a pacifist. She would rather parley into the night over a good cup of tea or coffee than finish a battle initiated by her teammates. When Sonechka realized Beauty’s ability to remove negative feelings, she started asking her to look ahead of them and alert the group to any possible entanglements. This ability has come in handy on the rare occasions Sonechka has come close to being discovered by her father. Beauty is very curious about the contests and how she would do competing, but is pragmatic given Sonechka‘s current need to stay out of sight.
History:. A couple months before she joined Team Rocket, Sonechka treated her Pokemon to a fishing excursion. While Storm Warning grazed on the sun kissed grass, the other Pokemon crowded around Sonechka to await their Magikarp treats. The first two casts landed average sized Magikarp to the delight of Ariel and Pikachu. Even though Umbro nibbled off both, Sonechka decided to try for another one. After casting several times, she got a bite. Reeling it in, she was amazed to find a Feebas on the hook. While the other Pokemon distracted the slow witted fish, Sonechka dug into her backpack for a Pokeball and her tools. Quickly adjusting the Pokeball, she flung it at the rare fish, snagging it without an issue.

So excited she was by her catch, Sonechka showed the Feebas to some of the local trainers. Once again, she found herself being hauled off by well meaning people to level up her unique catch into its highly sought evolved form. Sonechka’s mouth dropped open as their efforts turned the ugly fish into the gorgeous water type Milotic. She whispered, “Beauty” and the name stuck. Sonechka quickly came out of her daze when the others said, “Contests!” Pleading a suddenly remembered pressing engagement, she gathered her belongings and headed out of town. Having her face publicly displayed would be detrimental to her plans.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Glacial blue when calm, they darken to a deep sapphire when any intense mood, good or bad, possesses her.
Hair Color/Style: Dark Auburn hair worn long and straight to the waist. A simple arrangement of mini braids frames each side of her face to keep her hair out of her face when she works.
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 150 lb
General Appearance: Tall and slender, Sonechka could easily pass for a debutante. Early years of dance and deportment lessons and later years of _____ martial art instruction have given her a graceful, seemingly aloof presence. Freckles wouldn’t dare mar her creamy complexion. The last four years ushered out the bright red hair color of childhood, replacing it with a dark smoldering auburn. Her long hair used to have the haute couture curls all girls of her social rank wore. Thankfully, the tedious growing out process left her with beautifully straight hair that only develops a slight wave in humid conditions.

Sonechka developed a habit of braiding her hair whenever she was researching a topic or just reviewing her notes. When she realized how high her proficiency had gotten, she decided to incorporate it into a trademark look. No matter what the occasion, her hair has some form of braiding. When she joined Team Rocket, the few formal events, she had to attend, saw her displaying a most elaborately braided coif. The time it took to finish the braiding always put her attending at the last polite minute of lateness.

Along with her braids, Sonechka always wears a round platinum locket. Its surface has a finely etched Pokeball with a small flawless diamond embedded where the release button is located. She has a habit of rubbing it gently and getting a faraway look in her eyes. What actually is inside is unknown; Sonechka has never told anyone and refuses to take it off.

Her only other accessory is her backpack. It is a medium sized military issue dyed battleship gray. Inside is room for her lab books, tools, apples, ketchup packets and a runt sized Pikachu plus the occasional Eevee. On the outside of the backpack are pouches for six Pokeballs.

Given her social knowledge, Sonechka could be a clothes horse, but she isn’t. Never knowing when circumstances will force her to move on…quickly, her clothes are all of the finest most durable wrinkle free material she can find. Everything is tailored, even her cargo pants. Her tunics vary in neckline and print but are all long sleeved. The sleeves also vary in cloth weight. Sonechka might not have freckles but the sun loves to turn her skin a clashing shade of red. Her usual pants are riding breeches or cargo pants, depending on the task she needs to complete. For footwear, Sonechka wears field boots or soft leather knee high moccasins.

Sonechka’s Team Rocket uniform should have just been the standard issue. Tailored, of course. Unfortunately, her auburn hair gets her confused with a more famous Rocket. Tired of the misdirected attention, she designed her own uniform, much to Giovanni’s amusement. Made of a black material with a metallic sheen, the top is a martial arts wrap around tunic style with sheer black long sleeves. The tie belt and trim are a metallic red the same hue as Sonechka’s hair. A Diamond encrusted brush pen R graces the right side of the tunic just below the collar bone. Her riding beeches echo the same black material with the red trim running down each leg along the seam. She completes her look with black riding boots polished to a high gloss and topped on the outside with the same style R as the tunic.

For formal occasions, Sonechka goes to a local designer and offers to wear one of the simple classic dresses to advertise the shop. She finds it ironically amusing that she hasn’t been turned down.

-+- Personality:

- Easygoing and slow to get angry
- Observant
- Fiercely loyal to Ami
- Cautious in her decision making
- Well versed in corporate politics
- Adept in any social situation
- Able to endure long late hours

- Snake Pokemon – Dragons are NOT snakes…
- Her father finding her before she is ready.
- Making another bad decision that separates her from everyone she knows

- Lattes
- Coffee
- Tea
- Fresh Fruit
- Ami’s ice cream
- Time alone to reminisce
- Puzzles of any kind

- Having to constantly look over her shoulder for her dad.
- Ill made clothes
- Team Rocket bully tactics
- Formal occasions that might expose her location to her father.
- Early morning anything

- To learn all she can about every form of Pokeballs and how they affect Pokemon
- To develop the strength and courage to deal with her father.
- To find what she has lost.
- To keep Ami with her.

- Mechanically inclined
- Draws well but is inclined to keep it at sketchings.
- Give her a Pokeball and time to observe the target Pokemon and you have one captured Pokemon.
- Lately, due to time on her hands, she has been tinkering with mechanical locks, teaching herself to pick them and improve them.

Quirks | Habits:
- Night owl tendencies hence the love of a good latte.
- Always checks out the local coffee house wherever she goes.
- Braids her hair absentmindedly while she contemplates something.
- When not tinkering, she watches Pokemon and people..

- She was at Alarayne with Mika, though not part of Team Rocket
- She still has nightmares of Alarayne..
- Uneasy about being part of Team Rocket.
- Fears TR missions are compromising her values at an escalating cost.
- She is only in Team Rocket to stay close to Ami.
- Regrets her last words to her father.

Reputation: Sonechka’s genius with Pokeballs has gotten her a mixed reputation within TR. While all are openly admiring at what she has done in capturing Pokemon, she is handled carefully and courteously amid rumors her Pokeballs have caught things other than Pokemon. When other sections need to work with her, they chose to go through Ami to enlist Sonechka’s assistance. Few know she is Steve Stone’s daughter and she prefers to keep it that way.

Personality: Sonechka has changed. Gone is the idealistic dreamer who made a game out of staying one step ahead of her father and enjoying exploring the world with good friends. In its place is a quiet reserved young woman, so much so some think her aloof.. Sonechka does her best to stay detached from TR missions. It’s become harder to do that as she has reluctantly risen in the TR structure. She finds it ironic that the politics of TR mirror the politics of Devon Corp or Silph Co, only the end result is different. Keeping that thought in mind helps Sonechka to weather TR’s effect on her.

Ami is the only one who can draw Sonechka out of her protective shell. Sonechka still retains her easygoing nature which makes her a good caretaker of Ami. When she is with Ami, signs of her old self keep surfacing. It’s not unheard of to see Sonechka in a tank top and shorts having water Pokemon fights with Ami on hot days. Only with Ami, will Sonechka relax. She is fiercely devoted to Ami. Sonechka takes the job of watching Ami seriously. Her calming effect on Ami has curtailed a bit of Ami’s wildness much to the relief of the other Gems.
-+- History:

Past: Sonechka’s birth resulted in her mother’s death. It wasn’t her fault; she took so long to birth. Nor was she responsible for the doctor who wanted to hobnob with her august father rather than tend to her father’s beloved wife. Too little, too late and all that remained was a squalling baby girl with bright red hair, a cringing doctor and a devastated father.

Family: Steven Stone, Father, MossdeepCity or RustboroCity, Hoehn

{{ooc: Mika will remind me…it’s been so long…}}

RP example: (Admin’d.)

Rise Against
November 4th, 2008, 4:31 PM
Okay, yeah...I've seen just about enough of this. ~~

Rise Against, has it occurred to you that constantly pestering Mika about those reservations might be just a little bit obnoxious? Not to mention rude towards the people holding said spots who will inevitably end up reading that? You are not part of this RP, you are not a reservation holder, so if you truly feel entitled to question the RP master's actions at every turn then at least have the common courtesy to do so in private rather than cluttering up the thread with your complaints.

Also, just as note? All but two of the reserved people have already completed their profiles and the remaining ones have both been granted extension on their reservations so you really have no say on the matter. As far as I understand, one of them even has a special purpose to fulfill in this RP and hence acts outside of standard procedure.

Just...cut out the clutter right about now, if you please. <<
I have one thing to say, and for everyone convience (oops spelling) it will be in a spoiler.
Ooh, a mod, so scary.

November 4th, 2008, 4:34 PM
Rise Against, my brother... that was a mistake. Mods are damn scary.

November 4th, 2008, 5:52 PM
Okay, I know I'm not a Mod or anything and therefore have little power, but Rise Against, you really need to have more respect for the Mods they quite literally could make your life a living hell on this site. Do not piss them off.

But more than that, have more respect for Mika, as she is the RP master of this thread. This looks to be an amazing rp and I understand you want to be a part of it and are therefore annoyed that there are reserved slots not completed by the "official deadline" and you still aren't being allowed to apply.

I've dealt with it on other sites, it's sucks, it's frustrating, I know.

But if she says she allowed them an extension, then she allowed them an extension and you need to respect that.

And as this might have originally been the deadline and beginning of the roleplay, I feel the need to point out (as Mika mentioned before) she was nearly hospitalized last week. I'm her room mate, I was there, I skipped class so she was with someone, it wasn't pretty and she was pretty miserable. She has been under a lot of stress with that and various other life things that eat her time. Please be conscious of those as well. She is human.

And thank you Lostt, for also pointing out that Rise Against really should fear respect the Mods.

And again, I know I'm not a Mod, I'm not tying to mini-Mod, I just felt the need to put my two cents in.

Alter Ego
November 5th, 2008, 12:43 AM
I have one thing to say, and for everyone convience (oops spelling) it will be in a spoiler.
Ooh, a mod, so scary.

My dearest special snowflake, you seem to be under this peculiar misconception that there is nothing I can do to you. That, I am sorry to say, is oh so wrong.

You've spammed and you have now openly insulted and defied staff, so I hope you enjoy the respective infractions for your accomplishments. Now for the last time: get your act together. If I see you take as much as a step out of line for the next two months or if I hear that you've been pestering Mika further about this (and trust me: I will), I'll be more than happy to slap on that third infraction and let you cool off outside of PC for a while. :D

Seriously, Marsy was spot on. All I can say is good luck getting into any RP with an attitude like that. You, good sir, need to grow up and realize that the world does not revolve around your personal needs. <<

November 5th, 2008, 7:26 AM
[ooc: ;3; gawh you guys....



-feels important now-

lol anyways

Kogenta: ^^ Yay! Accepted!

Sonee: Pending~

Amii: Accepted But Amii, remember you need to have a good sized post each time and it has to be at least five good lines like this. o3o


not just five sentances, kay? It ain't hard. Rambling comes in handy lol. <3

Brittany Spears: O.o Luke your nick SCARES ME. Accepted you ish my friend.


It's the first post!



Mama, Mama tell me the story again!

Mysterica, love, it’s so late, little girls should be resting in bed now, your father already tucked you in snug…

But Mama, I wanted to hear it, hear you say goodnight to me, from you!

…Well alright… but only if you promise to go right to sleep after this!

I will Mama I will! Now please, please tell me a story!

Which one my darling?

The one about the trees Mama! With the guardians and the magical forests.. That’s my very favorite. That’s my very very very favorite!

Haha… my precious little one, here, snuggle into your futon, snuggle and listen to Mama, she’ll tell you a story, she’ll tell you the story of the great mystical tree.

Once upon a time, in the very distant past before the islands were separated...

There was a great and beautiful tree on top of Mt Silver.

The tree was so big, nobody had ever climbed to the top of the tree

it was said that this tree gave life to the entire world of Pokémon

Humans and Pokémon alive lived in Harmony with the tree and with each other

But over time, humans became resentful of the tree

They rose up, forming a giant army, and marched towards Mt Silver

They were going to take and use the tree's power for their own desires

Fearing for the safety of the tree, the Eight Guardians gathered at Mt. Silver

They hid the tree away and separated the lands into islands

On each island, they placed a series of seals, protecting the sacred realm of the tree

On each island also resides a mythical forest

The children of the forest are granted special gifts

They are taught to take care of their homeland and are granted powers like those of the guardians

They guard the Sacred Secret of the forest and its inhabitants

In exchange, the children are able to communicate with Pokémon as humanity past

Together they live in harmony, just like before

Silently watching and waiting for the day.

When the Tree will return reuniting the islands at last

And just like before, humans and Pokémon will exist together, in harmony.

And the world will be united into one, with no wars or anything bad

And every, humans and Pokemon alike, will live happily ever after.

The end.

Are you happy my pet? Did you enjoy that story?


Yes pet?

Do you think it’ll happen maybe? Will they break the seals someday?

I don’t know…but I know that here in Blackthorn, here you will be safe always

Are you sure Mama?

I’m sure love…

Do you think we’ll ever find the tree?

…I hope so. I hope we get to see the tree…



Will the tree be pretty?

The prettiest tree you’ve ever seen


Yes Mysterica?

Do you love me?

Of course I do.

How much do you love me Mama?

As far as the eye can see

What about beyond that, do you still love me?

Mysterica, there is not a thing that can tear me from you.


Yes my beloved?

…I love you that much too.

I love you too my pet
~ * ~

Waking up in a sweat just wasn’t one of her favorite pastimes, especially not the morning when she’d have to leave on the first assignment the Gems had ever undertaken together as a unit in several years. For the most part, the gems themselves were a unit of show; each elite executive was in charge of an area of their own personal little bubble of which they were the best Giovanni in said personal bubble. The fact that they were being sent out on a mission didn’t sit right with any of them but for their leader it was even more unsettling as she had the details already of the mission ahead.

Groaning, she glared at the blaring Loudred alarm clock that so meanly read a time of 04:03 and after contemplating for several moments as to the pluses and minuses of blowing it out the window with a well aimed throw or kick, hit the off button and sat up, looking around the small room hazily, the fog of sleep still over her face, “Fghgn…. Do not like….” Rubbing her eyes, she rubbed the sleep away as best she could before standing and groggily wandered towards the small bathroom, kicking the door as hard as she could when it wouldn’t close until it closed and started the water, splashing the pure icy cold goodness all over her face to try and force herself awake. Meetings like this, that started so bloody early in the morning, were the very definition of annoying. She knew why they were being called for the briefing in a little under an hour, they had some sort of transport to catch, but it was still annoying.

Begrudgingly wriggling into her uniform, she snagged her coal black sling backpack, tucking it around her shoulder before slipping on her trench coat over it. She fastened the beautiful crystal key, in the center of which snuggled a crystal-like pokeball, and, after attaching her belt around her waist with her other five pokemon, she snagged a hairtye from her wrist and threw her hair up into a high ponytail lest it try and defy her at a later date. Grumbling, she shoved her feet into her boots, laced them up tightly and half dragged her feet half walked to her mini fridge in the small room and, after being partially blinded by the light of the fridge, pulled out a can of Mountain Dewgong and, after popping the tab, tilted her head back and began to chug. She wasn’t going to be functional for another hour or so unless she downed a couple of these so might as well start when it was-she glanced over at the clock and sighed-only 04:25. Cursing her internal alarm, she snagged a second can and wandered out of the small room, furnished with only the necessities, that being a bed, a dresser, a desk with a black lap and a black minifridge, and, after flicking off the lights and locking the door, wandered towards the elevator.

The higher your rank in Rocket, the lower your residence is thus making you that much closer to the escape tunnels should the sun set in the north and the G-Men actually had the abililty to invade. The down side was the god awful elevator ride to the top-ish area of the underground facility. The Gems, with the exception of Mika, lived on the second to last floor of the residential block of the facility, the floor directly above Giovanni’s personal residence, and the lowest grunts lived just under the training and clerical facilities a good fourteen floors above. So, in exchange for peace and quiet, one got at least a 5 minute ride, without stops, to the conference floor, and with stops as there was almost never no stops, it could take 15 minutes. And Kain? Well, the Head Scientist and Head Physician of the Rocket Syndacite had this werid obsession with Pachirisu-style screamo death metal. It could give anyone without a headache a headache in about thirty seconds.

And climbing the elevator, she glanced at her watch, 04:31, and sighed, leaning against the back, plugging in the earbuds for her personal music device and tried not to listen to the high pitched “I hate the world and pretty butterfrees! It’s all the organization~ It’s all happy! And I’m not happy! Cuz I hate the world!” death metal. Pachirisu style. At least it wasn’t blaring. You could hear it, but it wasn’t blasting. At least not this early in the morning. Kain had some sort of a heart. Fake. But a heart.

Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes, waiting for the long winded ride to the top to end so the stupid meeting would start. Taking another swig of her Mountain Dewgong, she sighed, turning up the volume just a hair, to block out the screaming rodent-like sounds now filling the elevator as it groaned and began to move upwards. Hopefully, at the next floor or the cafeteria five and ten floors up, people would be getting on. She really didn’t want to beat people for being late. Not this early in the morning.

[ooc: So yeah. :P The meeting’s at 05:00. Which means, lovies, that you had to get up before then. So let’s see some morning crap and then somehow manage to get on the elevator either on your residential floor [the two levels above the one Mika’s] or the cafeteria or another assorted floor.]

Alter Ego
November 5th, 2008, 12:04 PM
Early mornings were nothing new for Parse. Anyone who wanted to make any real headway with capturing bug pokémon got used to late nights and early mornings alike and working under vastly differing time schedules had honed the adjustability of her inner clock further. Finally, and most importantly, this was the first time she would be coming into direct contact with the other gems, including the notorious Emerald. She had an impression to make.

As such, knowing full well that the meeting was set to 5 AM, the tactician quite promptly wrested herself out of bed at three AM sharp, enjoying a full-length shower and warm breakfast in the peace of her own little lebensraum while she allowed herself to dry off properly before reinstating her two pigtails with meticulous precision, the outfit she had laid out the evening before already lying in wait on the chair, neatly folded, right next to the gray backpack she had set aside to contain various belongings that would probably become needed for the briefing and beyond. Truth to be told the black tank top, dark red cargo pants and slightly worn sneakers were hardly a fashion statement that would have taken more than five minutes to pick out anyway, but it was a matter of principle and Parse was not one to compromise her principles.

It was principles, too, that had been part of necessitating such an early wake-up. After all, walking the staircase all the way from the basement floors to the meeting room far above took a while, but when the choice came down to whether she wanted to get herself a bit of exercise and much needed peace and quiet for each morning or cram herself into a crowded elevator filled with half-sleeping slobs that stopped every few minutes to take in more such trash while tasteless death metal blared on in the background, the decision was elementary. Besides, precisely because of its tendency to stop at practically every floor, the elevator was truly not a much faster method of transport than a brisk walking pace up the staircase, and even though she had kept her walk fairly leisurely and even stopped by at a wending machine to get herself a little paper mug of coffee, Parse was not particularly surprised to find the corridor outside of the meeting room empty by the time she arrived. Apparently, her fellow gems were not the kind to arrive at these meetings half an hour in advance, and to be perfectly frank, Parse did not mind. The combined IQ in her vicinity had a depressing tendency to drop with each new arrival.

The hallway was...quaint, Parse supposed, casting a half-interested glance at the decor around her as she sipped at her coffee, back leaning against the wall, and it was painfully obvious that it had been designed to intimidate, between the blood red walls, the black carpet with the flauntingly displayed Rocket insignia, and the ceiling lights, so carefully calibrated to leave a pocket of ominous gloom in every corner. Not a single potted plant or other homey feature grace the corridor with its presence, and the whole thing was rather longer and more ominous than any practical reasons could warrant. It was the kind of hall that was intended to squash any inkling of security or self-worth within anyone seated in it, the kind you kept insolent grunts in for a couple of hours to make them sweat a bit before a disciplinary hearing. The kind that made men with big mouths feel very, very small.

For someone like Parse, who would most likely be asking the questions in such a hearing, it was all rather amusing.

"Alright, then." she mumbled, sipping her coffee once more as she turned her gaze towards the elevator on the other end of the hall, "27 minutes and 35 seconds until official assembly time. Let's see who the slackers of this group are."

November 5th, 2008, 1:39 PM
Who are you?

My name is... Gale, watch out!

How do you know my...AIIIII!!!

Gale! No!


Gale, are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine. But how do you...know me? Oh my god, you're spewing blood everywhere!

I'll be fine, honestly. But... I am your...

What! Wait! Are you my brother? My sister? No! Don't leave me! Don't leave. Don't leave...

Silence. Complete and utter silence. At once, the girl, Gale, had stopped tossing and turning in her bed. It was that dreaded nightmare again. The one where she had met up with her lost sibling, but they immediately died saving her. The gender of this supposed sibling was unknown to her, but Gale knew that the sibling was out there in that vast world of Pokemon...

It was about three in the morning when the soothing serenade began playing. Gale awoke with a start; she had always been a light sleeper. She yawned casually, and looked out the window.

"Looks like it'll be another one of these days..." she said with a sigh, quickly laying back down. But with the serenade playing, she couldn't go back to sleep. She actually didn't mind waking up to this type of music. After all, it was better than that death metal music. Fortunately, Gale had found a way to soundproof everything - except any knocking sounds on her door or windows - so no sound would get in, and no sound would get out.

Dressing in her casual wear, Gale knew she had some time until the meeting at five. She laid her uniform symmetrically out on her bed after she had made it, and left the building for her usual trip to the gorgeous lake of Blackthorn. It had been enough years since she had seen such beautiful, pure water. But this water could never beat the water that was in Phenac. Even though it was human-generated, it was much more crystal-clear than the water here. With a sigh, Gale took out three coins, a book of some sort, and a flat drawing board. She flipped the three coins at once, and when they landed, she took note of what side they were on. Two were on Tails, while one was on Heads, so on her drawing board, she drew two dashes next to each other. She repeated the same process, getting all Heads this time. She drew a long dash right above the two dashes she had put down before. Continuing this process, she flipped the coins four more times and got what looked like this:

-- --
-- --
-- --

Looking it up in her convenient "I-Ching" book, Gale took note of what it meant.

"47. K'un - Oppression (Exhaustion)

-- --
----- above Tui The Joyous, Lake
-- --
----- below K'an The Abysmal, Water
-- --

The Judgement

Oppression. Success. Perseverance.
The great man brings about good fortune.
No blame.
When one has something to say,
It is not believed.

The Image

There is no water in the lake:
The image of Exhaustion.
Thus the superior man stakes his life
On following his will.

The Lines

Six at the beginning means:
One sits oppressed under a bare tree
And strays into a gloomy valley.
For three years one sees nothing.

() Nine in the second place means:
One is oppressed while at meat and drink.
The man with the scarlet knee bands is just coming.
It furthers one to offer sacrifice.
To set forth brings misfortune.
No blame.

Six in the third place means:
A man permits himself to be oppressed by stone,
And leans on thorns and thistles.
He enters his house and does not see his wife.

Nine in the fourth place means:
He comes very quietly, oppressed in a golden carriage.
Humiliation, but the end is reached.

() Nine in the fifth place means:
His nose and feet are cut off.
Oppression at the hands of the man with the purple knee bands.
Joy comes softly.
It furthers one to make offerings and libations.

Six at the top means:
He is oppressed by creeping vines.
He moves uncertainly and says, 'Movement brings remorse.'
If one feels remorse over this and makes a start,
Good fortune comes." Gale read softly. Although she did not quite understand all of this easily, she still knew a great deal of what it meant. Ah, Exhaustion. If only this book knew how accurate that was... Erasing her lines from her drawing board, Gale proceeded back to her room. She placed her coins, drawing board, and book away in one of the cabinets, which held all her fortune telling equipment, and changed into her uniform. It was 4:45 now, and Gale knew she couldn't be late. It was surprising she had spent that long down at the lake, but she figured she had gotten lost in figuring out what her fortune was for the day. She hoped that no one would yell at her...

(I hope that was an OK post. Oh, and added on to Gale's info. more; if it's OK, she also has a Metagross no one knows about.)

November 5th, 2008, 4:15 PM
Contrary to popular speculation around the organisation and even to those who took upon first impressions as a way of identifying someone of higher status, Seras found the dawn breaking shrills and squeaks of what she could only assume to be a pachirisu screaming into a microphone, entertaining. Sure, she had a fetish for more soothing sounds, such as miltank meadow grazing farm noises and lapras surfing ocean rides, but cutesy pokemon that could dish out indiscernible lyrics at such a frequency that could very well cause untamed ears to bleed, wasn’t so bad either. At least it suited her general reception around the place and far be it for her to judge, but any publicity was bad publicity, which in essence was fine by her. Seeing as how she was used to such scrutiny already.

Aside from enjoying the odd flavour of metal mouses, Seras wasn’t exactly a morning person either, so as it were she was extremely out of context, with the waking up early for meetings and bobbing along to poke-metal. Alas, if the big man downstairs called for it, she would have to obey, considering she had pledged her utter allegiance to him already and backing out of an organisation of this calibre was in retrospect, falling backside onto a rydon’s horn. Cursing her own imagery, she proceeded to engage her mythical psychic abilities, foretelling her fatigue and inevitable slumber amidst the oncoming meeting.

Yet the reason she was truly awake at such hours wasn’t just to comply with the assembly of the organisation’s precious jewellery, oh no. There was a much higher purpose to her breaking habit... The cafeteria’s morning special serving of toast, coffee and sunny-side up exeggcute. The breakfast of daily office workers and pokemon hunters alike. She did well with providing the kitchen staff with fresh ingredients every week and became close with such people, thus providing her added privileges unavailable to grunts and even the other Gems to an extent. Privileges such as personal around the clock services, so in her case, an extra early serving of breakfast.

Scarfing the meal down with the manners of someone stranded on a remote island and was starved to the brink of death, Seras concluded her meal, spent several minutes digesting while simultaneously listening to the continuing pachi-metal before finally conceding to the approaching allocated meeting time.

Making her way through the lowset yet incredibly spacious cafeteria, she arrived at the foot of the west wall’s twin elevators, her gaze sweeping over the nods and bows of acknowledgment from the now incoming morning duty grunts. Hearing the automated beep, the pokemon hunter stepped into the shaft, her sights now set on the only other person inside.

A familiar young girl with an unmistakable black-ridden uniform, her elegant locks pressed up against the wall she leant upon, her head lowered slightly to accommodate the headphones lodged in her ears and a can of Mountain Dewgong laced within her fingers, stood before her. She had matured in appearance somewhat, although still retained her previous composure of being susceptible to those with a loli-complex. Aside from that, there was no mistaking her, The Chosen One, the Emerald, Mysterica Lunesca Blacthorn.

Not one for getting all lovey-dovey with each reunion, Seras simply stepped into the opposite corner, leant into its wall, folded her arms and closed her eyes.

November 5th, 2008, 5:42 PM
Khael had expected he'd have to get up early this morning for the mysterious Gem meeting, but at three in the morning? Three in the morning?! His darling little Kisa decided she was hungry at three in the morning and couldn't, for the life of her, shut up and let him sleep. Stupid adorable annoying Togepi. He chided silently to himself as he walked up to the cafeteria with the small, pouting Pokemon in his arms. "Since when am I in charge of being your mother?" He stressed as a lowly Grunt snickered as he passed Khael on the stairs. He darted a glare at the Grunt but continued walking, he really had stopped caring about the looks and snickers. He could have gotten rid of the thing, given it to a day care or Pokemon Center, but he didn't.

Finding a spot in the cafeteria, Khael sat Kisa with her bowl of berries as he sipped his large cup of coffee and nibbled on some toast and eggs. He wasn't really all that hungry yet, but he needed something in his stomach if he was going to go to this meeting. It really did seem mysterious, though. The group had met only a few times since it was formed and none of them really ever talked. At least not to him.

Once Kisa had passed out from her fruit consumption, Khael slipped her into his jade sling bag so she could sleep through the meeting. Suddenly checking his watch, he decided it wasn't too early to walk down, it was only 4:40, twenty minutes wasn't so horrendous, and plus, he didn't want to look lazy or bad. Had to make a good impression for his fellow Gems, even if it didn't really matter.

Making his way down the ominous hallway, he found a section of wall and slid down to the floor to sit with the bag in his lap. Hopefully this thing'll kick off soon, He thought with a mental sigh. I'm already bored.

November 6th, 2008, 1:02 AM
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven across.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven down.
Seven times eleven was seventy-seven. Minus the five lights that was seventy-two. Seventy-two ceiling tiles. Still.

Aidan closed his eyes and rested his chin on his right hand. One could only count ceiling tiles so many times before starting to feel crazy: in the case of tonight, thirty-nine. Not that he had been keeping track. Opening one eye, the male half lifted his left wrist to allow himself to check his watch. Still about half an hour before meeting time, and despite his boredom he saw no reason to show up so early.

The first hours of the night Aidan had spent alternately wandering the halls of the base, reading through old mission logs, and lying down wherever he found convenient. After eight years of restless nights, he was not sure why he still bothered trying to sleep. Sometimes he succeeded, granted, but mostly it hardly seemed worth the effort. A little before 2:45 AM, Aidan resigned himself to the futility of his attempts at rest and finished preparing for the mission as well as, more immediately, the coming day. He had then somehow wandered up to the break room closest to the meeting room--though whether he had used the elevator or stairs he could not recall.

I wonder if any of my Pokemon are in the mood to come out. Toying with one of the Pokeballs on his belt, Aidan leaned back. The trainer again found himself staring at the ceiling but made a conscious effort to avoid counting. I need something to do. He straightened, then braced himself against the table as he stood. More out of habit than hunger, Aidan made his way to the fridge and checked its contents. Someone had left half a burrito beside a bowl of rice and some brownies. On a lower level was carton of orange juice. Eh, why not. The youth gulped down a few mouthfuls of orange juice and threw the used paper cup into the nearest trash can. Aidan checked his watch again. Eighteen minutes until the meeting. That'll have to do.

"Hey, Sand. We have a meeting to go to." Aidan flicked one of his Pokeballs into the air, releasing the grinning phantom held within. The Haunter laughed as it emerged from the ruby-coloured light of its home. Aidan smiled pleasantly, his easy demeanor a jarring contrast with Sandman's threateningly eager one. "Shall we?"

With an eerie giggle, the ghost-type faded into the shadows.

Aidan strolled down the hall to the designated meeting room. Somehow along the way he began looking at the ceiling again, but the previous dead quiet of his eyes had been replaced with bright liveliness; and he allowed himself to count. "Been awhile since I've been in a room with so many higher-ups," he mused silently. "I wonder how this'll go. This and the coming mission . . . Among all the things the Gems are reputed for, teamwork is not one of them." Looking back down, Aidan realized that he had arrived at the meeting room. For a fleeting moment his blue eyes glistened and glittered; then he opened the door.

Alter Ego
November 6th, 2008, 7:45 AM
"Now, now, no need to get ahead of yourself."

Still holding the coffee cup in one hand, Parse casually reached out to intercept Aidan's hand by the wrist, calmly steering it away from the door handle and simultaneously forcing the illusionist to finally acknowledge her existence, something neither he nor the other male who had slumped down by a wall nearby had done this far.

"It's still locked. Checked it myself, oh...twenty minutes ago? No-one has passed this point since then, so just sit tight." she released the male's wrist as fluidly as she had taken hold of it first, "You would be...Garnet, and Jade, correct?" she pointed out Aidan and Khael in turn, taking an absent-minded sip on her coffee again, "I've studied your files, but I had no idea that either - let alone both - of you were near-sighted." though she kept her expression neutral, there was a definite edge of disapproval in her tone, "To not spot a human being in an unfurnished corridor is quite the feat, gentlemen. Were you grunts under my command, I would smack you over the head for such incompetence, but given your rank I will just thank you kindly to wake up and start paying attention to the world around you sometime between now and the briefing." she shook her head, "You're supposed to be professionals, so start acting the part."

November 6th, 2008, 7:57 AM
Gale arrived at the door with plenty of time to spare. She sighed, and looked up. Already, some other members were there. Seeing how she had a few minutes left, she took out what seemed to be a different book of sorts, titled "Doubutsu Uranai". She opened it up, and for fun, looked up what it said about her.

"You are Silver Raccoon, who is delicate in that, you still hold girlish innocence and prettiness.
Your facial expression and action is also gentle, and tends to be bit of a poser.
Even though you are gentle and quiet, there is side of you that can not control your self-indulgence.
You don't talk much, but are a proud person and will not easily listen to other people.
This makes you stiff and obstinate.
You possess calmness that will not be moved by situations.
You tend to judge people coolly.
Personality wise, you have strong emotions, and if the situation is about yourself, you tend to be easily influenced.
In personal relationships, you prefer to keep long relations than to have a short one.
Once you have met a person who would understand you, you try to keep that relationship forever.
To do this, it may be getter if you could broaden your acquaintance, and at the same time broaden your field of interest, and develop yourself as a human being.
You are not very good at organizing and clearing up.
You prefer to spend your time outside socializing.
You are suited to stay out that to stay at home," she read quietly.

Scoffing at some of the grammatical errors, Gale then remembered that it was translated from Chinese or Japanese to English by its author, so it was most likely that the author spoke poor English. She looked up again, and stayed a few paces away from the others. She wasn't one to talk much, especially to those older than her. All of the gems, except for two, were older than her. The other two were around her age, but just a bit younger. Nonetheless, Gale wasn't the type to go around talking with others, unless they began talking to her. She took out one of her PokeBalls, a Luxury Ball, to be exact, and started tossing it. She knew the Pokemon inside it, her Glaceon, wouldn't mind. It was the only way to pass the time, in Gale's opinion. It was always easier for her to daydream and think out tactics while tossing something up in the air, especially if that "something" was in the shape of a sphere...

November 6th, 2008, 8:40 AM
Khael looked up at the first ounce of noise he had heard in the hall in awhile, Amethyst who had been there before he was, talking to Garnet who apparently tried to open the meeting hall door. He wasn't really all that coherent this morning and didn't really think it was all that big of a deal that he was silent, wasn't silence so much better than stupid small talk that just made you want to think of an excuse to walk away? He rolled his eyes lightly. What is it with girls and their wanting to talk all the time?! As Kisa moved, Khael adjusted the bag slightly so the circulation in his leg wasn't being cut off.

"I wasn't aware that we were required to say anything, Parse." Khael replied somewhat calm, "Polite as it may be, I usually don't like saying anything unless there is something to be said. And I don't think Aiden hardly had anytime to greet you as he was headed for the door when you decided to grab his wrist and nag the both of us." He relaxed against the wall a little so he could keep his voice calm enough not to wake Kisa, "And as you were the first person here and saw us as we came down, you could have just have easily greeted us instead of blaming us for being near-sighted idiots."

Alter Ego
November 6th, 2008, 10:04 AM
Briefly, Parse seemed to consider a rather sharp retort - at least if her displeased expression was anything to go by, but in the end she simply gave a dismissive scoff at her fellow gem's remark, "I'll admit I'm surprised, Jade." she replied evenly, "I can't seem to recall a time when you didn't have something to say to a woman, but if you say so." she gave an indifferent little shrug, "But just as a piece of friendly advice from one gem to another? Take your sleep when it counts or it will mess up your bodily rhythm. I daresay that those little rings around your eyes don't suit you all that well, and I'd prefer to have my teammates fully awake at times when it actually matters."

Draining the last of the cup's contents, she leaned back again, allowing silence to fall back on the corridor. After a few more moments of the relative peace, however, she spoke up, this time directing her comment further down the hall.

"You can join the rest of us if you want, Sapphire." she said placidly, "You're really no less conspicuous in watching from over there and we're supposed to be a team anyway."

November 6th, 2008, 10:15 AM
Sapphire. At once, Gale snapped out of the fantasy she was in, and remembered she was the Sapphire of the Gems. She walked on over and sighed.

"'Team', huh... Well, I guess that would work... Sorry..." Gale said, yawning. "I'm a little tired, but then again, we probably all are, huh... This will be important, I suppose, or else this meeting was to go on later..." She refrained from talking and brought out her Luxury Ball again. She began tossing it, and all at once, her fantasy started again.

Oh, my brother, and my sister, too! I have two siblings instead of one?

Why of course, Gale. We've always been alive. Just never discovered by someone else in our family until now.

But... Where are you going?

We're on a journey, OK? Sorry, but... You're too young to go.

But WHY? Why can't I come? I have my Pokemon, after all!

Yes, but... It's much too dangerous, no matter how powerful your Pokemon fare.

Stop this nonsense! I'm old enough and prepared enough and you know it!

Later, Gale...

Wait! Don't go!

The fantasy was abruptly interrupted when Gale failed to catch the Luxury Ball she had been throwing consecutively. It landed on the ground with a "plop", but nothing happened. But that was what Gale expected. She picked the ball up without a sound and placed it back in her pocket gently...

November 6th, 2008, 4:44 PM
Neru jumped out of bed. One minute to spare... he thought to himself as he turned his alarm clock off before it could go off with the buzzing that drove him crazy. "Cutter, how many times do I have to tell you to stay in your Pokeball until I need you," he said, slightly irritated with his all together too stalker-ish friend. Cutter looked downcast. "Oh, you know I can't stay angry at you," Neru added, returning her to her Pokeball. He walked to his sink and grabbed his tooth brush, brushed his teeth for four minutes, and looked at his calendar. Aww man... I have to shower today... he thought to himself.

Neru went and began his shower in his washroom area. He grabbed his sponge and started washing himself with it. Suddenly he realized that the sponge had a mind of its own, and had scratched him. "Falyn, what in the world are you doing?!!?!!?" he screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing the bewildered, ruffled, and wet; barely awake.

Neru finished his shower and got out to find Falyn drying off with his towel. He grabbed a different one after kicking her soundly on the rump. Neru decided to go to breakfast. After getting into his rocket uniform he went to the elvator and rode to the cafeteria floor in silence. Falyn had accompanied him, since she too was starving. He emerged from the elevator and went to make his special breakfast drink of multiple nutrients. Falyn helped herself to some eggs and toast, from someone's tray of course.

Neru left Falyn to her breakfast and walked to the stairs. He quickly dashed to the correct floor. He emerged into the dull corridor and found several gems there. He shook a little at the sight of them. Why do they have to be good looking girls? he thought.

November 6th, 2008, 7:59 PM
If there was anything in this world she truly hated more than getting up early after a long night full of wretched dreams, it was stepping out of an elevator and hearing a skitty fight at the end of the hallway. She’d noted the entrance of that one blonde girl with a glance but gave it no more attention then that. It just wasn’t worth it. Not…Not this early in the morning. As she removed the headphones, the pachi-metal finally subsiding from its ridiculous echoing within her cranium, she couldn't help a low groan, pinching the bridge of her nose once, shaking her head as she stepped out of the elevator. Tilting her head back, she took a final swig of the magical elixir, and after pounding the can against her thigh into a small little colored circle, chucked it effortlessly into the trashcan behind her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, centered her thoughts and devoided herself of any rash or iritaiting emotion. The whole thing, though elaborate, took only three deep breaths, after which she walked towards the door at a normal pace, passing by the squabblers without a second thought. Stopping at the door, she pulled the lock of hair by her face behind her ear and leaned forward, her eye catching the light of the lock mechanism. The voice that followed was male, high pitched and obnoxious and reminded Mika just how Kain needed to be forbidden to ever have free time ever again regardless of what it meant for the rest of the rockets. Just...never again.

Weeeeeellllcome Mika~ Here for the meeting I presume?

"...Honestly, what else would I be here for at 4:42 in the morning?"

Aw.. You poor little dahling... Well, there's plenty of beverages and snacks inside full of nummy sugar for all of you! But don't eat too much or you'll get a tummy ache and that would make me sad. D: See? Sad face. I'm making a sad face D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:

"Yes yes, we understand Roger. Please open the door for me?"

Ah my lovie, I can never refuse you. ^___^ In you go, in ALL of you go! Find your seat~ It's listed by your gem, but you already know that, don't you lovies? ...Ohmai! What's this now? Well, um, Jade, right? Jade, if that dahling little Togi-Togi-Togepi wakes and you can't sooth him, you just tell ol Roger and I'll send someone to tend to her until the meeting's over. ^3^ Baby baby baby~ Roger likes the baby!

Sighing, Mika pushed the now unlocked door open, glancing around the room, wincing as the lights came on in a blast of disgusting reminders as to the status of the current morning time. Blinking once or twice at the drastic change in light, she wandered over to her seat, as indicated by the Emerald Shaded R on the front of the executive leather chairs, directly to the left hand side of the Head of the Table which, as was indicated by the logo on the chair, belonged to none other than Giovanni himself. The rest of the seats were as follows, to Mika's immediate left, The Jade, to his left, the Amber and to her left, the Sapphire and closest to the entrance, The Rhinestone. Across from Mika, to the right of Giovanni was the Amethyst, to the right of that, the Garnet, to the right of her was the Beryl and to the right of him was the Diamond and on her right, the Opal, closest to the entrance on that side. In the middle of the glass table was a computer projector of sorts. The Master Hall of the Executives; only a few had actually been in here and never all at once. It was the room where things were decided, plans were made and fates were sealed.

And it was just too horrifically, awfully, horrendously bright for such an early hour. Swapping another can of Mountain Dewgong from the Bar to the right of the door, she crossed to her seat and sat down. It was just too early to be social, especially after such an awful night. Hopefully everyone came in and sat down and shut up. She wasn't in a mood for games this early in the morning [Why, for the love of Skitlord, were those lights still so freakin' bright?!] and while she didn't want to terrify the poor little things, she wasn't going to hold back if they tested her. It was just too early to hold back or, really for that matter, to do anything. Crossing her fingers out of the line of site of the others, she took another sip and prayed, prayed that they'd all just act like the rank they held... She really wasn't in a mood to kill people. It was just too early.

Checking her pokegear that hung around her neck she sighed and leaned her head back in the chair. The people who weren't here had about ten minutes to show up before she was going to put them on the naughty list which meant that, well, they'd be getting the short stick for any unpleasentries for a very very long time.

[ooc: For those who don't understand, the order is thus. Giovanni sits at the head. Emerald sits on his left side, Amethyst on his right. To the right of the Amethyst is Garnet, Beryl, Diamond, Opal. On Mika's side, on her left, is Jade, Amber, Sapphire, Rhinestone. Make sense? GOOD. x3x]

November 6th, 2008, 8:38 PM
Rhinestone, Sapphire, Amethyst, Jade and Garnet. Five out of ten Gems were present upon Seras’ arrival, excluding herself and the accompanying Emerald. It appeared Beryl, Diamond and Opal weren’t as time conscious as the rest of them. That or they could care less about a five o’clock meeting and decided to sleep in, a habit she most envied. Still, there was a good eighteen minutes left on the clock, so she was expecting some form of entertainment in their hurried arrival.

Taking the lead, Emerald proceeded to the office doors, debating with its automated intercom before unhinging its lock and stepping inside. Following suit, Seras strode past the ensuing squabble without word and entered the room, also known as the Master Hall of the Executives. That be the name of the place she now stood upon, an overwhelming privilege to and often pined after goal of any Rocket. And to think, she had risen to such a position merely due to her carnivorous nature in hunting pokemon. In all honesty, it was quite amusing.

Maintaining indifference despite her thoughts, the pokemon hunter pursued her designated place at the meeting table, two seats over to the already nestled Emerald. Glancing over then at the head chair, she mulled over the arrival of their almighty lord and saviour and his reasoning behind his summoning of the Rocket Gems. What purpose did he have in bringing together the organisation’s leading executives? And why now? Needless to say, it was all very intriguing. She only hoped that the matter would be one of actual interest.

Crossing her legs and arms as she sunk into the leather backed seat, Seras closed her eyes once again, awaiting the arrival of her accompaniment.

OOC: I saw that Mika-chan, your little typo in the seating arrangment. >3

November 6th, 2008, 10:24 PM
[ooc: Why am I on the end? jk. I prefer that. I'm the geek.]

Rhinestone shrugged his laptop higher onto his shoulder. He walked past the others and into the door. It hurt. He decided to open it the second time, and made it in successfully. He sat in his proper chair and pulled out Theliaraxon. [ooc: That is his computer. I just decided to name it. Thelia is left side, Raxon is the right. Roger is on the left usually, because Raxon is overly non-aesthetic. Raxon has Neru's personally designed operating system.] After booting, Theliaraxon 's screen split. The two screens worked independently. The right side ran lots of code, which would be confusing to most people who didn't read it very quickly. Neru opened a simple game of strategy and began playing to waste some time. He did everything he could to ignore the two women sitting so nearby.

Rhinestone realized he still had too much attention span left. He increased his work load, making the game harder. He also started writing a code for a virus that would cause a computer to send a notification to him whenever it turned on. A fairly simple virus, but he also added some cover to it, reworked its shape, and made it send itself to a different computer every twenty minutes, which would slowly make him able to tell whenever a computer was turned on in the world. It might take a few days though. When he finished it was a downloadable picture of a beautiful scene portraying a Dragonair in a waterfall getaway with exotic plants growing everywhere. The colors were very vibrant, with a slight dark shade to indicate that it was nighttime. It was very peaceful and disarming. The program itself would access all the computers he sent it to, followed by snagging another every 20 minutes, not when the pic was sent. The pic was just for show, because he enjoyed giving people something pretty to look at. The whole process was over too quickly though. It was such an easy program, and the picture had been in his head for days. He finished in forty seconds. Afterwards he was slightly irritated. He had lost his game, and it was still on such an easy setting. He blacked his screens in frustration and put his mouse away. He crossed his arms like a five year old, looking his emotion.

November 7th, 2008, 1:04 AM
Heh. I figured having so many Gems in one place would be interesting. Not all of us are here, and already something starts. Aidan looked from Parse to Khael to Gale, then smiled. "Don't worry about it, Sapphire. It's nice to have you join us." His expression warmed, then grew a little apologetic as a new thought seemingly occurred to him. The trainer's eyes turned back toward Parse, and his face and body followed. "It's Amethyst, right? Good to see you as spirited as ever--even at this time in the morning. I have to admit I find it impressive, though I guess it's my bad luck to have been the one to catch the point of your words." He gave a good-natured laugh. "But I guess you caught some of that, too, Jade."

The sound of elevator doors drew Aidan's attention, and he fell quiet as he paused to view the new arrivals. Two more Gems--including our little lady boss. And bright and chipper by the look of it, too. The male considered finding an apparently innocent way to annoy the already-irritable Emerald, but soon found that the resident Rocket AI had already done that quite nicely. Aidan's smile did not quite reach the level of smirk as he made his way into the meeting room. As he stepped inside, the Garnet's shadow faintly distorted for the briefest moment. He was not alone.

"The Master Hall of the Executives" this place was named. It was not a bad-looking room--the lighting in no manner lacking, the furniture nicely designed--and the decisions made here did tend to have far-reaching effects. Yet after seeing the Master Hall, Aidan had often thought the name too grandiose. However powerful the people were who met here, they were merely that: people . . . most of them, anyway. And somehow he had thought a place with so regal a name would be bigger. He could only object so much, though. After all, he had his own chair. Aidan hefted a bottle of apple juice and made his way over to said chair: between Amethyst and Beryl, across from Jade, one seat removed from the head. He pushed his chair back, sat down, and slid the chair back forward. Almost automatically he began observing everyone present--dissecting their mannerisms and attempting to equate them to thoughts and emotions. Long practice allowed him to watch without openly staring, though he had stared at some people quite blatantly in the past merely to draw a reaction. Already so much to see here . . . I think this will be fun.

Alter Ego
November 7th, 2008, 1:53 AM
OOC: Because Neru's bathing habits are insufficient and that seat is as far from the higher ranks as possible, obviously. :x

Oh, looks like I was just channeling my character there. Never mind. XD


"And you appear to be as slick as ever, Garnet." Parse replied in the open-ended manner that she gotten accustomed to in her - thankfully scarce - interactions with this particular gem. It wasn't that he was openly...unlikeable, but there was something in Aidan's ever-friendly manner that put her on edge, a certain sense of purpose in his friendly remarks, never taken too far or misdirected like one would expect from such things. It was like he wielded his friendliness as a shield to protect him from counter-attacks, and he wielded it frightfully well, "Whether you choose to be impressed or not is up to you, just as long as you try to pay a bit more attention during the actual meeting."

The sapphire was...well, being herself, certainly, her mind apparently somewhere completely different. Parse had half a mind to make an attempt to drag her back onto her earth as well, but just then the elevator doors finally opened, a far from bemused Emerald striding into the corridor, flanked by two other gems with forced calmness. A definite sign that this was not the time to start up an argument. As such, the Tactician duly took a step back and turned her attention to the other two arrivals. Amber was...alright, she supposed. Her eating habits were not something Parse was quite ready to stomach, but she did her work efficiently and didn't spend an excessive amount of time on making herself insufferable, which was more than could be said for most people with in this organization. As long as the blonde remained a black marketeer with a taste for breast of Golduck, however, Parse was not about to let her anywhere near the pokémon on her team.

That being said, Seras was certainly a welcome sight in comparison to the other gem that had appeared in their wake. Rhinestone...Parse couldn't help wrinkling her nose slightly, but refrained from comment as she determinedly refused to look at him and strode over to her seat instead. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was Rhinestone's kind of sloppiness. It was obvious that he had rushed just to make it here in the last minute, at the expense of a proper shower sorely needed, and that was not even getting into his manners. For a man who was valued for his brains, Parse couldn't help thinking, it was rather ironic how much he seemed to think with his scrotum. For virtually every meeting they attended together, Parse was thankful for the fact that her seat was located as far from his as circumstances would permit.

Wordlessly, the amethyst reached into her bag and procurred writing block and pencil, carefully writing down each gem and their arrival time by order. She didn't speak, nor communicate much at all beyond the quiet scratching of her pencil, but for anyone paying attention, it was obvious from the additional pressure she applied to the last three names that she was not exactly pleased with the people behind them. Beryl, Diamond, Opal. Arriving last minute was bad; arriving late was inexcusable. Gems or no, those three and their little accomplishment would be remembered in any future mission plans she got her hands on.

November 7th, 2008, 4:05 AM
Entering the room with the other Gems (and her boss with the obnoxious lady-voice), Gale quietly sat down in her designated spot. Rhinestone and Amber... I think Rhinestone is the geeky one, and Amber is the unpredictable one. Great. Of COURSE I'm stuck between the weirdos. Stupid lady boss probably decided this. Better that I don't complain, though... Gale thought, an expression of slight annoyance appearing on her face. Although she wasn't too sure if she was right about their personalities, she took her best guess. Deciding not to ponder that subject any longer, Gale took note of their ages. I think Rhinestone is 16, and Amber is 22. Then, on Amber's other side is Emerald, who is 17, and after Emerald is Jade, who I think is 20. Meaning I'm the youngest in this lineup. And if it weren't for Emerald, I'd be the only girl on the left side... I know it doesn't matter, but... ANYWAYS! I should plan out my next strategy! It would only be best! All this time Gale had gone off in a daze, thinking about pointless things, like the ages of those around her, or their genders, or who she was stuck between... But that was just her. Besides being great at tactics and strategizing, Gale was also good at figuring out her opponent's strategies and overall information on them and their Pokemon. But that ability she also used for figuring out the information of those around her, which could get to be a bit annoying. And she knew Amethyst was the Tactician, and came up with all sorts of tactics, but sometimes, Gale just liked to work her own way. She didn't want to tick Amethyst off, however, so she usually never argued over what she was to do.

In a nutshell, Gale didn't like doing jobs that were "good for her age". She hated being treated as a minor; she liked to do anything that was "good for her majors". She didn't think age mattered (plus, she considered herself to be as mature as an adult). All that really should matter was that she was part of this. There was no backing down, no running away. Even with this...horrendously annoying lady-boss, Gale knew leaving for good meant a lot of trouble her way (especially since the true boss was much worse). Sighing, she slumped back on her chair, and awaited her boss's instructions.

November 7th, 2008, 5:37 AM
Bristol laid completely still, his eyes fixated on the currently dimmed light. He hadn't slept in nearly eight months. Instead, he lay awake every night, his mind racing with psychic energy. Thoughts of the past, the future - his mind was constantly flooded with the ebb and flow of time. While he couldn't predict the future, he saw glimpses of what could be. Bristol didn't understand his abilities yet. As a child, he was often told he was the only child of two of the greatest psychics to ever live: Frieda and Johan Delhomme. Next to Sabrina and Will, they were considered some of the best minds in the world. Naturally, it was expected that Bristol would inherit these abilities.

It was often his parents that came to the forefront of his thoughts. It had been five years since he had seen them. Bristol didn't mind though - they were more peers than his parents anyway. There was no affection, no love - only practice and strength. It was from them he acquired his distaste for human beings. Parents were supposed to care and love his children. If people like his parents could exist, humanity only existed to disappoint.

Bristol looked to his clock and it said 4:40 AM.

"I suppose it's time for me to get upstairs," Bristol said, edging his way out of his bed. He grabbed his cell phone and slid it into his right pocket. Next he grabbed his belt and worked it through the loops. Finally, he opened the drawer on his desk and pulled out his six PokeBalls. He then grabbed each ball and placed it in its respective spot on his belt.

Bristol walked to his door and opened it. The bright light from the hallway blinded him temporarily, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he made his way to the elevator. He pressed the up button and waited. In typical Rocket fashion, the elevator was there promptly and Bristol stepped on. He looked at his watch, which said it was 4:56. He knew how Mika hated lateness, so he closed his eyes and began to focus on the elevatar. C'mon... just a little faster. Outside the elevator, the numerous cables and gears that controlled the elevator were engulfed in a pink aura. They began to work faster, pulling the elevator up at a greater speed. Bristol reached the floor in only a few seconds, which was signaled by a loud beep and the doors rushing open.

In his normal calm and collected manner, he walked to the conference door and strode in. The clock on the wall said 4:58. Thank God. He took his seat next to the Garnet and waited for the meeting to begin.


[Sorry it took so long. School's been murder this week.]

November 7th, 2008, 9:36 PM
{{ooc: Ami and I decided to post together to save time space and confusion. At least, I hope it is less confusing...-Sonee}}

Ami sighed as she reviewed the morning so far. She was sitting at her desk, devising a way to wake Sonee up, when suddenly the flashing lights of a chinchou alarm clock flew past her door, ending its flight in a tinkling crash. "Good thing Sonee is such a tinkering type," she giggled under her breath. She had been trying to wake up Sonee for half an hour now. "I knew I should have started at 3 am, not 4 am," she moaned. Ami had tried everything to get the Pokemon to help, but not even her latest batch of ice cream would entice them to put their lives in peril. Storm Warning and Ariel dived into their Pokeballs. Beauty refused to come out of hers. Pika skidded to a stop in front of Sonechka's backpack and ran back to push the whimpering Umbro in with her. Fantasma hid in the closet. Sparky bounced over to join his beloved Pika in the backpack and Callie slunk under Ami's bed. Ami giggled nervously, "Looks like I'm going this alone." Her eyes widened as a simple thought came to her. "Duh!" she laughed as she slapped her forehead. Walking out to the kitchette part of the small suite, Ami ground up some coffee beans and quietly called out, "Latte, Sonee, latte!"

Sonechka sat up aburptly, gasping to anchor herself in time and space. Moaning, she started to fall back on her pillow, only to find herself thwarted by a nest of small Pokemon snuggling in the warmth. She caught sight of the time on the offical Team Rocket clock every room displayed in the complex. 0430. Why did these high level meetings have to take place at such a ungodly hour? 10 am was a much more civilized hour. Noon would be even better. Her personal research showed that more critical decisions and contracts were made over lunch or dinner than at any other time. She sighed the air. "Ami, put the coffee on, please!" Sonechka called out as she dashed into the shower for a quick thorough scrubbing. She quickly braided her hair into a single back braid. Calling her Pokemon to her, Sonechka slipped into her uniform and stamped on her boots. After applying just the right touch of makeup, she swung her backpack over one shoulder and gratefully took the improvised "latte" from Ami's hands.

The girls dashed for the elevator....only to find the last one to get them there on time... gone. They proceeded to sprint up the stairs. Sonee grinned as Ami complained about "missing the awesome music in the elevator". They burst through the conference room doors... 0501... Ami slipped into her seat, so proud of herself for making up the time. All eyes in the room turned toward Sonee.

Sonechka stood in the doorway for a moment to catch her breath. Feeling all the eyes on her, she deliberately made the effort to meet the eyes of every individual in the room. As she came to Giovanni, Sonechka raised a sardonic eyebrow and moved onto the young woman next to him. Her face paled and eyes darkened to a deep blue as she recognized Mika. Not as Emerald, but as Mika. Blinking to regain her composure, she finished her task and sat down next to Ami.

November 8th, 2008, 7:05 PM
Khael murmured something silently to himself at Parse's retort, but didn't dare speak it in any coherent way. He may not be the most intelligent man alive, but her knew when not to say certain things about women...around women. They seemed to be skilled enough, or moody enough, to take just about anything as an insult to them and/or the entire woman race. It always baffled him how, because he would never mean it like they take it, and yet, most women end up convincing him otherwise in no time flat. Stupid women and their talking, and plotting, and being emotional, and pretty and... Khael spaced out for a few minutes before snapping out of it, glad that Amethyst had gone into the conference room with Garnet before he started staring off. He doubt he'd hear the end of that "failure" and how she would beat him over the head if they weren't of equal rank. Following suit, Khael brushed off his black jeans and headed towards the door to where the computer was being a pedophile again.

"Hello Rodger," He said sweetly with his signature smile, "Thanks for the thought, but I'll be perfectly fine, as always, taking care of her." Giving Rodger a wink, he started walking through the door frame "I'll tell Kisa you said hi." What? He had to get his kicks in the morning somehow. And if that involved pathetically flirting with the gay pedophile computer, so be it. It amused him greatly.

Grabbing another large cup of coffee, Khael made his way to his great leather backed chair to the immediate left of the Emerald. It was funny, this was his seat, always right next to her, and yet he had never talked to her, he didn't even know anything about her that wasn't in her file. Khael highly doubted anyone in this room really knew her, she seemed to keep to herself a lot more than any of the others. Which was saying something when the others barely socialized as it was.

He looked over at Parse, "And for your knowledge, I did try and sleep, I just found it rather difficult to sleep past three in the morning when she," He put the open bag on the table that currently housed the sleeping Togepi, "decided to cry until I woke up." There was no sharp tone to his statement, just a neutral one, there was no point in making her want to strangle him, or verbally assault him. And even more important, Khael really didn't want to piss off the Emerald, she looked in a bad mood as it was. "And Amethyst, if I can give you some advice, you should smile more often, I'm sure you look nice when you smile." He smiled that same smile from before. Why did he have to go and flirt with the stupid computer? He mentally smacked himself, No flirting with the other Gems, bad Khael! Kisa made a small noise like she was giggling at him and he mentally glared at the sleeping Pokemon.

Alter Ego
November 9th, 2008, 11:16 AM

Innocent the little digits may have been, but the rancor with which Parse wrote them down was a different matter altogether, quite the clear signal that even though her eyes didn't seem to have left the paper, Bristol's cocky manner had not gone unnoticed. A grunt under Amethyst's command would have known the significance of her note block all too well, and the condemning sound of pen against paper that Bristol had just been subjected to would have been more than enough to strike the fear of God into them. Her fellow gems, unfortunately, did not, but surely even they could not have been completely unaware of the condemning sound that emerged on her last note. The sound which, to a grunt-in-the-know, was equivalent to a death sentence.



Had Parse been in charge of proceedings and Mika not in as sour a mood as she was, the duo would have been in for the scolding of a lifetime. As it was, however, the two were allowed to take their seats without further protest...much to the tactician's annoyance. She was not given long to dwell on this particular source of indignation, as Khael suddenly took it on him - for reasons she could only imagine - to pick up on a conversation she had already thought finished. What's more...he made what could quite kindly be described as a desperate pass on her.

"A smile is a sign of approval, Jade." she retorted, keeping her voice business-like as usual and doing her best not to elevate the noise level in the room unnecessarily, "I have yet to see anything that I particularly approve of this morning. And for your information, I also woke up at three AM today and am feeling none the worse for it. If you truly need sleep in such large quantities, then just keep your pokémon in computer storage overnight so it can't bother you." she off-offhandedly wrote down a small note next to 'Jade' on her note block, "Now if you would be so kind as to keep quiet until the meeting begins, I think it would be much appreciated."

November 9th, 2008, 12:54 PM
Giovanni and his faithful pet dog were almost always late. It wasn't a large deal when the annoying midget dragged her overly exhausted trainer through the doorway and pushed her into a chair. It wasn't a large deal. They were a minute late and Mika knew that Sonechka, the poor girl who was sipping at coffee and trying to stay upright, knew that factor as well. It suprised her, as an eye opened and drifted towards the vocal slaughter going on between Amethyst, (Parse if her memory served her correctly) and Jade, (Khael, wasn't it?) that this girl, Parse, was so overtly concerned with people's timely arrival when it was obvious she should know that Giovanni was never on time to a single bloody event.

Sighing, she pulled herself up out of her chair and, after placing her hands on the table for a moment, listening to the crap being slung back and forth. Khael had a point. It was well known he had a togepi that he doted on near constantly and infants, be them humans or pokemon, don't like to always stay asleep when they should as their little tummies or other various baby parts say otherwise and, as they aren't exactly the vocal type, this can cause them to cry uncontrollably until these demands are met. The overall disproval wasn't what was starting to wear on the exausted girl's nerves however, but the comment that such an 'obnoxious' little thing should be just shoved in computer storage. The key dangling over her hands, she stared at it for a moment before her eyes narrowed and, raising her hands up slightly, she slammed them down, rather hard, her eyes opening to stare at the duo, a bit of amber flare trickling behind them, "Parse, I suggest you keep your mouth shut on topics you cannot possibly comprehend as you have never experienced raising a pokemon from a hatchling and therefore do not understand the energy that a child can draw out of its parent simply by existing." Sighing, she sat back down, flopping back against the chair, "My father is late. He's always late. All of you who arrived a tad on the late side, I understand it is early, I dislike these morning meetings as much as the next person and I appreciate the effort you took to get out here. Just relax for a moment, and-"

The door behind the largest chair, the chair of Giovanni himself, cracked open, and Mika tiled her head, straightening herself up before her hands fell to her sides and there was an obvious look of disgust and shock all over her face as, instead of Giovanni and a Persion slipping into the light, it was a man who looked nothing like Giovanni at all, a man almost twice her height that was walking past the doorway directly towards her with a giddy little smile on his face. Dressed in a pair of black dress slacks, shiny black dress shoes and a black shirt matched with a stunningly bright silver tie, the long black haired man whose hair was pulled tightly into a professional looking ponytail at the nape of his neck, was a bit out of place in this room, as to those who did not know him as the master's pet dog would be slightly confused why, when all the chairs were full aside from Giovanni's, there was a random man who looked seemingly like a mobster with the silver ring on his hand in the room.

With a smirk, he tucked a stray hair behind his ear and stepped up behind the obviously displeased to see him Emerald, leaning down, his lips just inches from her ear as he spoke almost silently into it, causing the girl to lightly flinch once before shooing him away with a pinch to his nose, her face slightly flushed with embarassment, "What do you mean he's not coming?"

Raising his hands in the air, he shook his head flippantly before crossing, sitting down in Giovanni's chair with a little flourish, crossing his legs and tapping his fingers together in a random order, laughing lightly, "Nono children, Giovanni decided he wasn't going to get up this fine morning and put me in charge of your briefing instead. Isn't that just lovely?" His smile faded, his amber eyes flickering behind the wire rimmed half glasses as he sat forward, "So let's get down to buisness, shall we? First off, let me introduce myself." he cleared his throating mockingly, "I am Dr Double Master Kain Soliony Ivanhov-Sensei, chief scientist of Rocket Enterprises and the surrogate owner of your souls when the master is away. But you can call me Kain or Dr Romano. You, my beloved little gems, are the best that Rocket has to offer, you, my beloved little gems, are the strongest force here. You come from your own areas of expertise, the Tactician, Lady Parse for example who has devised methods to crack even the most uncrackable bases to steal technology and the, well, I like to call him my ickle little Hot Shot, the brutal Khael if you don't mind me saying so, by far one of the strongest trainers Rocket has even seen, able to defeat the Elite Four, if he wanted, without breaking a sweat. I could go on and on about most of you if I had the time but, sadly, i don't."

Coughing, he took a swig from the flask, what was in it wasn't certain, from his belt and smirked, sighing softly before standing, snapping his fingers to reveal a hologram of the Johto Region, "This is Johto. I know, I know, basic primary school knowledge, but these-" he pulled his hands together and out, a small holographic keyboard appearing under his fingers. Tapping a few keys, six indicaitors appeared on the map at eight locations, the Burned Tower, the Dark Cave, the Whirl Islands, Mt Mortar, the Ruins of Alph, the Lake of Rage and the Dragon's Den, "Are the locations of Ancient Seals. Ever heard the story? of the tree that used to exist on the top of Mt Silver? It's said that if you unlock the eight seals on each main island and the four seals on the hidden continents, you will unlock the doorway, given you have a Chosen amongst you, to the sacred tree. That tree will give you the power to control things beyond what human minds can grasp conceptually as, if one could find a way to control the tree, the tree that fills the whole bloody world with mana, well, it's impossible for us to grasp. However, the ideals of such power is not why we're sending you out." he pressed a few more keys, bringing up an image of a barren field, "This field used to be like Florama Town, in Sinnoh. As you can see, there's nothing left. This is because, after the seals on two of the smaller continents were broken, the other seals began to waiver, the balance of power being knocked off its axis in most places giving some seals incredible boosts of power and other areas saw a near complete reduction. In short, the land is going mad with decay. If the seals are not broken so that the path of mana is restored, we're going to have an environmental catastrophe on our hands."

Snapping his fingers, all of the graphics disappeared and up from the table, infront of each individual, popped up a chip for a pokegear or pokenav or whatever other personal device the person might have, " This contains what i've just shown as well as the leaders of your mission. It should come to no surprise that our resident Chosen, the Emerald, Lady Mika," he gestured to Mika who was looking slightly more annoyed and slightly more awake than before, "Will be the head of this unit. However, should she become incapacitated, the Amethyst, Lady Parse, will take over and if she for some reason," his gaze, cruel and blank, on the girl lingered for a moment before he turned over towards the boy on Mika's left, the gaze still the same "He, Khael, will take control of the unit but neither of you will take over for Mysterica unless I am explicitly informed of the situation as soon as sanely possible. Any missteps from this protocol and well, you'll be looking at the treason paperwork unless you've got a damn good excuse. And, may I remind you that the Global Police will know the moment the first seal is broken what we're up to and the stakes will be raised. They might offer you money. Rewards. Power. Take it and, well, we'll find you. And then?" He smirked, clapping his hands together, "We'll become the best of friends." Sitting back down, he crossed his legs and lifted a hand towards the table, "You'll be leaving here via the underground transport to Saffron City by then which you will transfer to the Magnet Train to Goldenrod. From there, the path is determined by Mika and Parse with help from others if they so ask for it. You leave in two hours. Any questions?" Smiling, he leaned back in his chair, spining form side to side like a child, "There's no such thing as a dumb question, only dumb people who don't ask questions."

As he took the questions, Mika let out a heavy sigh, her eyes closing for a moment. Well, she hadn't been expecting this. Not in the least bit. There was nothing she could do, complaining wouldn't do anything but tarnish her reputation. Yawning, she opened her eyes and sipped at her pop, her expression blank and unreadable as she observed her new unit discussing the questions any might have over this little scandal. Fun fun.

November 9th, 2008, 1:22 PM
(Um... Floaroma is in Sinnoh. You put Hoenn X_x)

Sighing, Gale looked down on the ground. Eh, when am I gonna be able to do something? she wondered. It's understandable Emerald's in charge, but I don't always want to follow them. But, if it's HIS orders... Gale scowled at the fact Professor Kain came over and not Giovanni, as she thought he was a pain in the Arceus. I should follow them. No need to cause trouble... She sighed, and pulled out some Tarot cards. She placed them on the table, and regardless of what anyone else thought, she began shuffling and dealing them out. When she looked in her book for what the cards she got meant, she immediately put the deck away. Well, it could be worse, I suppose... She sighed again.

Tarot cards confused her the most. She assumed it was because of the book, since she understood what the I-Ching book told her. It was just her. But nonetheless, she used all sorts of fortune telling methods, so she would have to count Tarot cards no matter what.

(Sorry if it's a bit short. I couldn't decide what to do with Gale much.)

November 9th, 2008, 2:40 PM
With the anti-climatic arrival of Beryl, Diamond and Opal as well as the overdue seating of Jade, an analysis of each and every gem came to order. After all, first impressions were important, and judging by the influx of lax, unstable and immature attitudes present so far, it seemed not one would arouse Seras’ attention, let alone be worthy of any acknowledgement. That said however, if she were to single out any of the present gems, only three showed any potential. The rest would have to prove their worth.

As she casually swept over the table to pinpoint such persons, their ragtag conference was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Kain Soliony Ivanhov, the man apparently responsible for their briefing when the big man downstairs was away, a notion incredibly off putting considering the individual. And with witnessing his arrival, Seras found little to no reason to pay any heed to his instructions, taking the opportunity to finally catch up on some much desired sleep.

The universe however, had another fate in store for the hunter, in the form of a condensed mission brief and a personal chip, although unfortunately, not of the potato kind. Alas, the meeting had ended as abruptly as it started, so no sleep could be had. And with the initiation of questions, she simply returned to her silent stupor, now awaiting their official dismissal.

November 9th, 2008, 4:35 PM
Throughout the events preceding the arrival of Dr. Kain Romano, the grand entrance itself, and the briefing that followed; Aidan's expression never fell below the level of quiet passiveness. Following Kain's introduction, the youth even smiled in greeting. So we get this. I guess Giovanni doesn't think much of his "Gems." While the trainer had never personally met Dr. Romano before, he had heard of him. And Aidan knew as well as everyone else in the room what exactly the "scientific department" of Team Rocket did. He had even dropped off a few prisoners and traitors in the laboratories. Once the briefing began, Aidan leaned forward, thoughtfully holding a hand to his mouth while his other hand toyed with his half-empty juice bottle. Before this point, Aidan had never heard the story of the tree being given as anything other than a fairy tale. And following a fairy tale map around the world felt a little, well, silly. But if nothing else, Dr. Romano appeared to view his story seriously (as seriously as that man ever viewed anything, at least). And more importantly, this game mission could be fun.

After giving a quick explanation of the situation along with the usual "if you betray us you're done" speech Aidan had been hearing since before he was an official Rocket member, Dr. Romano allowed a time for questions. For awhile, no one seemed eager to break the silence. Aidan considered, then lowered his hand and asked, "How much do we know about what we're up against? Natural barriers to the seals, specific G-men we'll be likely to face, anything to be aware of?"

November 10th, 2008, 6:51 AM
Where's Giovanni? I mean, he's usually never on time, but I would think he would be here for this meeting... Bristol had met Giovanni eight years ago. A cloaked man would often come to the Saffron Gym and quickly disappear into the back. He didn't realize it was Giovanni at the time. Bristol also didn't understand why he came to them back then, but now that he was older, he understood. The Saffron Gym had a special connection to Team Rocket. Sabrina was a reserved member of the team. She used to be one of the top executives, but in recent years she had begun to focus on running her Gym once again. Using his position, he read up on what his once-mentor had done in her time as a member. Kidnapping the legendary birds, attacking civilians, and fighting with Lance, the crazed one. He always wondered where she would disappear, but now he would see it was Team Rocket that called upon her services.

Then, the door at the back opened and a man who wasn't Giovanni appeared.

Doctor Romano... Bristol did his best to not sneer. This man had often come to Bristol for his services. Tracking others using his telepathy skills, being present for experiments on potential psychics, interrogation, the works. Bristol's distastes for the man knew no bounds. Bristol had no problems with using people like pawns, but to use one of the Gems as a simple tool annoyed the young boy. As the man spoke in grating accent, Bristol's disappointment was only compounded. Giovanni wasn't coming this morning. The Beryl hadn't seen his master in several months and seeing him was his main motivation for coming this morning.

"You'll be leaving here via the underground transport to Saffron City by then which you will transfer to the Magnet Train to Goldenrod..." Bristol's interest dropped again when it was mentioned they would be going to his hometown to take the Magnet Train. He hadn't been to Saffron in two years.

When question time came, Bristol cleared his throat and asked, "Dr. Romano, I wonder if it would be possible for me to go ahead to Saffron earlier than the other's. As you know, that's my hometown and there is some.. business I'd like to attend to there. Mainly, with the gym and a friend of mine. He possesses something I need, but I have been unable to get in touch with him due to fulfilling my Team Rocket duties. So, I'd like permission to get this done while we're in town..."

Alter Ego
November 10th, 2008, 2:28 PM
Parse rolled her eyes at Mika's intervention, not foolish enough to actually attempt counter-arguing, despite the obvious illogicality pressing in on her. Obviously, both of these gems were afflicted with a severe case of baby fever, making any argument appealing to common sense - such as the fact that a pokémon in computer storage was nothing but data incapable of feeling discomfort or need of any kind - moot. The Jade had seen fit to get in touch with his feminine side and start playing mommy for a clingy little Togepi and the Emerald was dead set on encouraging and protecting this obsession. The Amethyst, true to her reputation as a sober pragmatic, simply made a note of the matter and filed it away.

Soon thereafter, further opportunities for outbursts were effectively denied as the last chair was finally occupied, if not by the host originally expected. Truth to be told, Parse was entertained by this change, not that she showed it. Of all the rocket higher-ups who had put the bulk of their opinion against her appointment, Kain Soliony Ivanhov was by far the most influential and persistent, doggedly digging through her records in search of even the smallest scraps of evidence to tie her to the G-men, a habit which persisted even after she had been officially acknowledged as one of the gems. He was the reason internal investigation always seemed to have a man keeping watch over her, and why every report of the Amethyst's accomplishments was fine-combed and cross-referenced against a multitude of earlier reports. She took a bizarre kind of pleasure in his relentless suspicions of her, and even moreso in producing flawless, detailed, and exorbitantly long-winded reports to bother him with. It was their little game, and her only real form of work-related entertainment. His obvious distaste in announcing her position as second-in-command, not to mention the withering glare accompanying it, was nothing but another step in this intricate little dance of theirs, and so it hardly rattled her. To the contrary; his announcement was probably the first thing she actually approved of this morning. In more ways than one.

As such, Parse leant back calmly to digest the information in her mind. The goddess legend had been...well, not directly expected, but not really outside the bounds of possibility either. It was a very persistent legend in the region, among the most faithfully recounted ones in Azalea, and so she had naturally made some superifical research into it, only to conclude that - whatever the supposed 'power' of the seals was - it was not something accessible to people outside of a very specific bloodline to which she had no relation and upon which, therefore, she could not capitalize. Upon hearing some of the rumors circling around Emerald, however, she had revisited her old research, a decision that now proved worthwhile.

"I have a question as well, doctor." Parse announced, "Do you intend to let us know the full effects of releasing a seal beforehand or are you planning to let us find them out the hard way? I will be the first to admit that my research into this legend is not as thorough as yours, but from what I gather even the release of a single seal is a tremendous natural disturbance, and simple logic dictates that the center of such a disturbance would be liable to receive the harshest backlash. Two of the seals have also, by your own admission, already been released," she turned her gaze to meet Kain's, relishing her role as the devil's advocate in this to its fullest, "surely, this should have provided ample data for the science department to at least estimate the side-effects of any further seal releases?"

November 10th, 2008, 7:29 PM
In all due respect, Seras couldn’t care less about their mission or the supporting folk tale to go with it, but low and behold she was graced with something far more interesting. Her previous suspects of three had all taken the opportunity to question their briefing, albeit them all being rather standard fare and uninteresting. Still, now was as good a time than any to break down and analyse her fellow executives.

First and foremost, Beryl, the child wonder and ever calm prodigy of everything mental. In essence, Seras was everything but a shotacon but she couldn’t help but find the boy intriguing, especially considering his position at such a ripe age. The only other who related age-wise was Opal but she seemed nothing more than a bothersome tag-a-long. Not much was known about his short past and since personnel files were strictly off limits, even to the gems bar a relative few, his lack of emotion and success contributed to his overall impression as an unapproachable enigma. That said, there was no doubt in his abilities, at least in conjunction with his promotion to executive. There was no doubt in her mind to let such a child proceed unnoticed.

Next was Garent, the one preceded by his reputation as an extremely talented and dangerous practitioner of illusions. His unceasing smile and ever pleasant facade irked her beyond forced courtesy. She would treat the male as nothing more than a wild pokemon who used their instinctive reflexes to protect itself from predators, much like a qwilfish inflating itself in the presence of a sharpedo. In correlation to such a notion, she would have to be constant in her attack whenever engaging the gem in conversation or activity otherwise. Untalented to say the least in feigning her own disposition, the only other way to get through to such a person was to give it to him straight, a method far more suiting for someone like herself.

The third and only other gem that aroused her attention was the already confronting and second eldest of the group, Amethyst. Via common misconception, the girl’s reasoning for cooperating with an organisation like Team Rocket, derived solely from her aspirations of greed, an ideology Seras could relate to. Crude, imposing and incredibly overbearing as described by many of the company’s lesser followers, so much so that tales of her fictional misdeeds filled their private quarters, the pokemon hunter found her unblemished track record and efficiency in accomplishing missions far more engaging. In terms of composure and ideals, there was no one more relative in comparison to herself.

Such individuals posed more of a threat than any potential alliance conceived. Yet, as depicted by their ensuing questioning, they seemed far more...normal than first perceived. Still, with two hours left for prep, she was becoming slightly agitated at the drawn out conference before deciding to take the initiative in an out of character lapse.

“The natural order will simply remain disturbed...” the hunter spoke, her voice firm yet void of any enthusiasm as she remained seated with her eyes closed and limbs crossed, “Until each and every seal is released. The environmental distortion will cease once we accomplish our task. Nothing more, nothing less.”

November 11th, 2008, 7:35 AM
[ooc: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. More on that later.]

Rhinestone watched everyone come in. Why in the world am I here? he wondered. This meeting is probably going to be so pointless. Most of them were, at least for him. He always stayed at the base. Most of his work could be done via a simple connection to one of the other gems. It was very rare that he himself had to do anything except show how to install a program or run a virus. It was a slight surprise when Kain arrived a few minutes later, entering with his usual air of pride. He spouted some nonsense about the fairy tale that everyone knew, and Rhinestone couldn't believe Kain, Kain, was buying into the stuff. Who actually believed in an ancient tree that was protected by powerful guardians? No doubt the seals were there, and the creatures, but that didn't mean anything. The seals could be anything. It could all be a distraction from a greater truth that would be revealed in time.

But it was Rhinestone's job to follow orders. So he got every detail, and waited for the wonderful doctor to answer the questions of the inquisitive gems. It was going to be a long day. Why do I have to go to Saffron? It's so dreary there. Sure there are smart people, and psychics, but other then that, nothing. Maybe I will talk to the creator of the Tram system and find out about the software involved. I bet it's nothing special though. Neru began to wonder what he should do to make himself useful. The Rocket execs would have already catered to most of the team's needs, such as tickets for the train and food. Well, whatever. I will do what they tell me. Something always comes up. Always...

November 12th, 2008, 7:33 PM
Khael smiled to himself at Mika's retort, but it fell as soon as it appeared, not wanting to seem too cocky about the fact the Emerald had just word-slapped Amethyst in defense of him-well, his Togepi. Horray for another baby pokemon lover. Somehow, Khael thought it was going to be rather fun to annoy Amethyst, especially if all it took was to flirt with her, even crappy flirting. Hmm...well dang. The little nerd had some strange phobia of women and Garnet would probably never do anything like that. He seemed like too much of a suck up to those considered "higher up" than him. And even though Khael was technically, nobody really saw him as much more than brute force. After all, he's not known for being a skilled tactician, or getting out of impossibly guarded areas, or making money for the organization on the black market. Nope, he just fought well and looked good. Oh well, their loss he supposed.

He watched as the last two Gems rushed in one minute late, noting the look of death that crossed Amethyst's face as she scribbled notes down in her pad. Strange that she was the one to look like screaming at them when Mysterica didn't even looked fazed by the "infraction" as he would imagine Parse describing it. That was when Kain walked in the room. It seemed like the whole room froze, all but Mysterica's eyes as they blazed with something like disgust and anger. Hmm, what was the story there? He had met Kain a few times, who this high up in Rocket hasn't, and knew there was something unnerving about him from the stories told, but also knew the scientist to be a very charismatic individual who could win you over easily in only a few words.

And as promised, Khael was engrossed in the mission. He had heard the legend many times, hell, he had even told it to Kisa as a bed time story more than once. He was a great believer in magic and the unseen but he could have never fathomed that the great tree was actually more than just a myth. His heartbeat raced with excitement. Can anyone say best mission ever? Well, incredibly tricky mission, with many G-Men...and obstacles...but still the best mission he's ever been on. He rubbed Kisa's back soothingly as she stirred.

Concentrating on everything that had been said: the mission, his number three status, the obvious cold attitude the Emerald gave to Kain, and the mysterious emphasis, almost like he knew something, when he talked about...Khael shook that thought out of his head. That was nothing to worry about, it was probably just his imagination going haywire with the thrill of a new mission. He waited until the others questions were done before asking his own. "And what happens after the seals are broken? We restore environmental stability and then what? You said we weren't in it for the power, but this doesn't quite sound like the type of missions Team Rocket gets sent on...to help people and everything. Not that I'm against that prospect...I'm just curious."

November 13th, 2008, 6:52 PM

They weren’t too scared to speak to him?


It made him giddy, it simply made him giddy watching all the little faces looking up at him with all their little adorable questions. A light blush rose on his cheeks and he couldn’t help a small internal squee, a broad little smile on his face as he twirled around once, a happy smile on his face and if they could, there would be sparkles all around him along with a happy sort of tune out of the mouths of little fluttering birdies. Oh it just amused him to no end to answer all these questions!

Oh oh oh, he couldn’t help a happy little squeak, a happy little giddy squeak as he bounced once, a gleam in his eyes as he pointed his finger dramatically at the Garnet, a smile on his face as he blew a lock of hair from his eyes, “Ah ah, I’m glad you’ve asked for you see this would seem like to most to be something of a Ranger duty but you see, you see this has so much more meaning than that.” A twinkle began to emerge from his eye as he opened up the map once again, “You see, it’s far from that. Lance, him and his bloody G-Men cronies are obsessed with this little legend. They’re the ones who distribute the bedtime story material who keep the legend alive. It’s never once been taken out of their hands since Lance recovered from his little um mishap about twenty years ago. Why is this you may ask? Well my lovies, if you’ve never heard what happened on Cerise Island, well, to put it shortly, Lance and the Indigo Elite Four tried to summon a guardian. Lugia if you want to be precise. You’re probably thinking, a guardian? Why no, Lugia is a legendary silly little Dr Romano you’ve no idea what you’re talking about~ Well my dears…” His tone flipped, the giddiness gone, “You couldn’t be more wrong. Those legendaries, those unique little Pokemon, are the guardians sent by the Goddess of the Holy Da’atan Tree to protect the land. Control one… and well, you’ve got a massive fighting force on your side. However…” He snapped his fingers, a drawing appearing on the hologram, a drawing of a giant tree that extended before the clouds, “This tree, this Holy Da’atan tree… If we control this tree, even just the idea of it, the Legendaries can be manipulated to do as we please.” A coy smile spread across his features, the hologram reflecting in his glasses, “I’m not saying the power of this tree is as true as the legends say but the power of pokemon like mew and ho oh is very real… very real indeed. If we could obtain such power… well, world domination isn’t out of the picture but at the very least, those pesky little G-Men scoundrels will be kept at bay. This World Regeneration idea is nice and cute for children but science has proven, through pokemon like little Mew-chan and Mewtwo that the legendaries believe the myth. They will protect that tree from harm, no matter the cost. We control the tree… we control them.” Pushing up his glasses, he turned from the table, “Don’t get me wrong children, I’m not out to make the same mistakes as that fool Lance.” His gaze captured on Mika’s for just a moment and he smiled, “I’ve made sure that that will not happen.”

The girl stared him down, leaving nothing obvious on her features when he regarded her, simply snorting and crossing her arms across her chest, “Are you done blathering Kain?”

“Oh no~” He brought up another panel, displaying the G-Men headquarters, the four league champions, Lance, Steven, Wallace and pretty little Cynthia, standing infront, the G-Men grunts behind them with an epically fake wave crash to add dramatic flair, “These are the four leaders of the Pokemon Global Police Unit. Much like yourselves, each has their own particular strength and area of interest. Lance, as you know, is head of the Pokemon G-Men, a organization that on the surface is much like the average local police but beneath its surface lies the only Black Ops program to ever capture a Gem without taking a casualty.” He flinched lightly, the accidental, unnoticeable to the rest of the group, kick to his shins rather abrupt and painful. Coughing into a fist, he continued, “Excuse me, shin splits I tell you, they’re…wretched.”

Ignoring the testing kick from the Emerald, he continued his little spiel, “Steven handles all ruin excavation and technological inquiries, much like myself, Wallace is the resident pretty boy, mostly used for image if I may say so myself and Cynthia is in charge of the Defense Force and the Black Ops. She’ll be the one to show up at ruins once they catch wind of you which, my lovies, they unfortunately will.” Sighing, he tapped a few more keys, revealing a satlite live feed of the GP base on top of Victory Road, “See this? This place is bad. Very very bad. I know the banners are pretty and the flowers look like they smell nice and there are children everywhere and they seem to be having fun but this place is bad. The layers below what the public sees are bad, aren’t they-ow.” Coughing, he winced lightly, “Bloody shin splits I tell you, absolutely wretched. Anywho, to continue. Again. Hopefully without more shin. Split. Problems.” The last bit of the phrase was slightly strained, each word dragged out through a clenched jaw, “Anyway, bra-I mean Amythest, you asked the results of breaking a seal?” He brought up a picture of an island, Cerise to be exact, from 20 years ago. Filled with mountains and lush, he pointed at it, pulling a clicker out of nowhere into his hand, “Cerise before seal was released improperly-“ click to the current condition of the island, basic flat plain with berry plants, “Cerise after seal was released improperly. See? Not good.” Sighing, he pushed his glasses up again, “Idiots with limited power think they can break the seals with force, aka, Lance and Archie, anyone else remember that nonsense with the orbs?, and thus they cause problems for us, the glorious Team Rocket, to cover up so as not to have ourselves thrown in the same glorious bad mess. But that’s not the worst of them. If you want to know the worst that’s ever happened when a seal breaking went horribly horribly wrong, have you heard the story of Alaray-eeee!” His voice raising several decibles, the man let out a pained cry, his knees pinning together as his body refused to support him any longer. Tears coming to his eyes, the man started to breathe a bit more heavily, his teeth digging into his lower lip. Ball abuse. That’s what that was. Ball abuse. He couldn't talk, he couldn’t move, hell, he could hardly breathe. From the tips of his toes all the way up to the edge of his ear, there wasn’t a single nerve that wasn’t screaming so loudly Kain was sure it was breaking many laws of physics that shouldn’t ever be allowed to break. Falling over in a heap, he pulled up into a fetal, desperate to be able to move or breathe or speak or anything and it was rather obvious from the looks he was getting that the others were rather confused. Except for Mika, who looked rather pleased with herself, the steel toe of her boot that a few seconds ago had been in contact, against Kain’s wishes, with Steve and Joe. Planning all the rotten horrible things he was going to do when he could actually function again, he let out a groan, rolling onto his back, his arms spread out.

Standing, Mika walked over, concern and compassion all over her face as she ran over towards the man on the floor, her emotions fake only to those who knew her incredibly well, and bent over him for a moment before kneeling down beside him, “Kain? Oh you poor thing, did you lean too far forward? Here, let me help you sit up in Father’s chair, I’m sure he won’t mind.” Leaning down, she snaked an arm around his shoulder, her lips pressing to his ear for a moment in such away that anyone behind her would simply see her trying to get a grip on the man nearly thrice her size, ”If, praytell, you ever speak of that again in my hearing or if I hear of you speaking about it with people I either have no control of you telling, I will cut them off with a butter knife, mmkay?” Giggling, she pulled the man up, steadily lowering him into the chair before walking to the little sink, dunking the washcloth into the cool water for a moment before wringing it out and placing it on his forehead, leaning down once more to whisper in his ear, this time the words being slightly more audible, if they were paying attention, those sitting close to the doctor might’ve been able to catch a word here and there, “And before you say it, I’m not visiting that person while I’m in Saffron.” Smiling, she patted his shoulders and stepped back, knowing the “brat” look in his eyes was for her and knowing she’d most defiantly hear about it later. For the moment, it was worth it. Sitting on the table, she crossed her feet at the ankles, her hands on either side of her body on the table’s edge, “So is it standard underground to Saffron? Meaning it leaves in an hour?”

Kain licked his lips softly, nodding, the pain still a bit too much for him at the moment, “Y-yes…. Yes… And yes Bristol. You may leave now if you’ve got what you need. Meet the group infront of the Saffron Magnet Train at noon. The rest of you, your underground transport leaves at half past nine. It’s now half past seven. Ciao. Uggh….” Groaning he closed his eyes, waiting for the pain below the belt to cease. God, he should’ve thought that one through a bit better…. Bringing up Alarayne after just a month or so after Koji’s deflection and after several warning shin kicks was just asking for this sort of treatment… Oh lights it hurt.

Mika hopped off the desk and turned around, letting out a displeased tsch as she crossed her hands across her chest, “Why are you all just sitting here? Get out, go get your things packed and note we’ll be gone for at least four months so bring your crap accordingly. There’s going to be a gala in Olivine City so you’ll want to at least have something prepared to have a pokemon or something transfer thru the pc system because yes my lovie little gems, you have to go to these things, especially because you’re all so amazingly special.” Sighing, she shook her head, placing the heel of her palm on her forehead, “Did I stutter? Dismissed!” Watching the others move out of the room in whatever manner suited their fancy, she followed them all out in the hall, standing infront of the again locked doors once she’d herded everyone out, “If you’re late to the train departure there, meaning you're not there at exactly nine, I’ll let Parse decide your punishment.” Gesturing to the girl with a thumb, she let out a slightly cocky laugh, “And if you have had the privilege of not knowing what I’m referring to, her punishment tactics are enough to give even the oldest of veterans under her control the most horrific nightmares one can even imagine.” Raising her hands, she shook her head, “And I’ll be much too busy with that blasted thing called our mission so don’t bother crying out or coming to me to complain, I’ll send you away.” Turning towards Parse, she tilted her head, “Are you okay with that Parse? I assume you can find something rotten and miserable for latecomers to do?” Yawning, she stretched her arms up over her head, locking her fingers together and letting them drop to her side, “I can let Khael take care of it if you’d prefer not to, I just assumed from the rumors I’ve heard about you that you get some sort of sick twisted pleasure out of this sort of thing” Patting her mouth to stifle a yawn, she shrugged, opening an eye hazily “But I could be wrong.”

- * -

A few moments later however and he was able to sit upright in the chair. Leaning forward, he clasped his hands together in a thoughtful manor, the rag on his head falling to the floor. Mika had caught onto his next order before he could give it in a situation where it would be followed. Clever, clever girl… It worried him but there was nothing he could do about it, at least not right now. Chasing after her proved useless but he was worried about her condition and the extent at which it was at at this current point in time. Sighing, he probed his forehead with his two pointed fingers, squinting almost painfully as he thought. Child, you know what that place did to you… Going around like it didn’t affect your body is just.. foolish. Lights, you’re going to be the death of me yet…”

November 13th, 2008, 8:52 PM
Bristol winced. A shiver of pain ran up his spine as Kain dropped to the floor, rolling in pain. The feeling started in Bristol's nether region and traveled quickly. This was the downside to being connected to the minds around him. What they felt, he felt. Except Mika. Up to this point, he had never been able to access her mind. He wasn't surprised however. Someone as powerful as her surely had mastered psychic locks. This time was different though. As Kain recoiled in agony, he felt a surge of anger burst from Mika. Never before had he felt such energy from her before. For the first time, he had a glimpse into Mika's mind. Everything was a blur: he couldn't see what made her so angry, but he knew it was powerful enough to make her drop her guard, if only for a brief second.

Meanwhile, Kain seemed to recover, but Bristol knew he was still in a great deal of pain. He spoke of the G-Men, the League Champions, the seals. Bristol added each image to his photographic memory. He recognized one of the Champions: the one named Steven. During the fateful day Bristol had met Froslass, he also ran into a strange gray haired man. The man had asked Bristol what he was doing in the cave. While Bristol droned on about some lame excuse, he probed the man's mind. He came from a wealthy family on the mainland, he was obsessed with rocks, and strangely, he found an image of a Team Rocket grunt. The memory was blurry though, but he recognized the large red 'R' on the chest of the person. However, the man then bid adieu to Bristol and set off further into the cave.

Bristol was surprised now that he hadn't come across the fact that Steven was a G-Man. He also realized now that the image of a Team Rocket member probably meant he was on the outlook for Rocket members in the area. Obviously he had been disarmed by Bristol's age and moved on. No one ever suspected a twelve year old to be an administrator of the most organized crime syndicate in the world.

The conversation continued and Bristol was given permission to head to Saffron early. Pleased, Bristol immediately stood when the meeting was adjourned and made his way out of the meeting and to the elevator door. He pressed the down button. All the while he tapped his foot, his impatience growing.

Banette, it's almost time. Soon, we will confront that traitorous 'Mr. Psychic.' This means Victreebel and you get to play soon. It's been much too long...

It has been far too long master. I blame you and your administrative duties. Ever since you gained so much power, we barely make it into the field anymore. The voice was unheard by everyone nearby. It crackled with an insidious tone. Banette could barely contain its excitement over the upcoming meeting with Mr. Psychic.

The elevator arrived and as soon as it arrived on his floor, Bristol quickly made his way to his room. He opened the door and rushed inside, grabbing a nearby black brief case. Telepathically he moved it to his bed and opened it. Next, he opened his closet and pulled his suit off its hanger. Folding it neatly in his suitcase, then rushed to his dresser. Bristol opened it and pulled out a dagger from out of one of his socks. Tucking it within his suit, he then close the briefcase and bolted out of his door. Not wanting to waste any time, Bristol decided to do what he despised the most: teleport. The feeling of teleportation was most nauseating, disorientating experiences for a human being. However, he wanted to take care of his business before noon, and he had no time to take the land transport. He reached to his belt and pulled off an Luxury Ball.

"Xatu sweetie, I need you," Bristol said as he clicked the button on the front of the ball. It enlarged and bursted open, releasing the figure inside with a burst of pink light. A small bird appeared, its head tilted at a strange angle. To most she would appear to be a strange anomaly, but to Xatu, there was no one who matched her beauty.

Bristol dearie. If you keep me couped up that long ever again, I will peck out your eyes and feast on your tongue. A beauty like mine should never be confined so long, Xatu said she preened her left wing.

Many apologies my queen. Bristol said, mockingly bowing before the Pokemon. I require your services. I need quick transportation to Saffron and you possess what I need. Do you remember where Saffron is Xatu?

You dare suggest that I, Queen Xatu, ruler of the all-seeing, has forgotten the location of such a paltry city. Of course not. I shan't never pass up on an opportunity to show off my magnificent teleportation skills. When do we depart Sir Bristol?

"Now," Bristol spoke. Xatu looked at him for a second and noticed the rage in his eyes. Without saying a word, the bird closed her and began to focus. A blue aura engulfed both Bristol and her bodies. Soon, their bodies grew transparent and with a loud crack, they disappeared.


As quickly as they departed, they instantly found themselves in front of the large Saffron PokeCenter. The smell of sweet flowers wafted through the air. All of the nearby roofs were a majestic purple color. The paths were paved in cobblestone and decorative fences closed in all of the houses.

"Home," Bristol said, cracking what the closest thing to a smile he had. "Time to make my way to the south side of town. Xatu, I'd rather you not get your feathers ruffled, so back in the ball you go."

If you insist... With that, she was once again absorbed into her ball and placed on Bristol's belt.

"I'd much rather leave this up to my experts. Victreebel, Banette, are you ready?" Bristol pulled two spheres off his belt: a PokeBall and an Ultra Ball. Two figures appeared from the opening balls. A tall, menacing looking plant and what appeared to be a possessed doll.

The sunlight. How refreshing... Victreebel said, its vine uncoiling to bask in the sunlight. What a beautiful day for a feast. Do I have time for a little hunt Bristol?

Of course not your barbarian. Clearly Bristol summoned us for a reason. Not so you can feed that insatiable, disgusting appetite of your's.

Excuse you you little barbie doll. Unlike you wastes of spectral space, we living beings like to enjoy ourselves every once in a while.

I swear to Arceus. I will take your soul and chop it up into a million different pieces and feed each piece slowly to Hades himself...

"Both of you, shut up. We don't have time for this. We have two hours before we depart for Johto," Bristol snapped. Instantly, his two Pokemon quit their bickering and looked to the boy. "As I've already told Banette, we have arrived here in Saffron early to take care of a personal matter. As you should remember Victreebel, our dear 'friend' Mr. Psychic double crossed us two years ago. Due to my Team Rocket commitments, I haven't been able to give him a proper thank you. The train schedule allows us some free time and I think it's time to pay him a visit."

They all shared a collective evil laugh and departed down the cobblestone path. Mr. Psychic was a renowned figure in Saffron. Numerous trainers came to him for help with their psychic-type Pokemon. Compared to Sabrina's public persona, he was approachable, friendly, and ever helpful. To those within the psychic community however, he was a dark, manipulative fiend who used his image to come to possess whatever he desired. It was this taste for power that had forced him to stab Bristol in the back. Now twice the psychic the old man ever hoped to be, Bristol was consumed with rage. It made him feel human, something he hated more than anything. So it was necessary to relieve himself of this burden.

We're here Bristol. Banette said. They stood before a two story home with a rather large sign on the front: "HOME OF MR. PSYCHIC HIMSELF! ALL VISITORS WELCOME!"

Bristol smirked and walked up the door. He nodded his head to both the left and right, telling the two Pokemon to take their positions. Bristol then knocked gently and he heard a faint "coming" from inside. Almost immediately however, he heard brisk footsteps inside and the slamming of doors.

"It seems he's realized it's me. Ban--"

Already on it. Banette interrupted, her body now surrounded by a red aura. A scream of agony pierced the morning air, and then a loud thud. Bristol walked around back and found an old man laying on the ground in agony.

"Your Disable is stronger than I remember Banette," Bristol remarked as he looked down upon the man.

I've been practicing, Banette said, a large smirked sprayed across her face.

"Victreebel, give our friend a hand," Bristol said, motioning to the plant Pokemon.

Gladly. Victreebel's vine slithered over to the man, slowly wrapping itself around his body. He then picked up the old man with ease and slammed him into the nearby wall.

The man let out a slight whimper and said, "the vines... they're so.. tight."

"You're lucky I'm not feeding you to him right now. He's terribly hungry, and he loves the taste of pathetic, low life worms like you," Bristol said, his fists clenching tighter as he spoke. He walked over the man and placed his hand on the man's exposed shoulder. "We have some business to attend to first though."

Mr. Psychic wimpered again at the thought of being eaten alive by a carnivorous plant. "Bristol, what I did was a terrible thing. Not a day goes by that I don't regr--AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH." Victreebel tightened its grip as Bristol's rage continued to rise. His mood affected those closest to him. The angrier he grew, so did his Pokemon. The bond he possessed with them all was tight. "Bristol please. I'll do anything."

Bristol smirked, pushing his index finger into the man's nerve. "Sadly, there's not enough time for you to truly make up for what you did. I almost lost everything because of you. That mouth of your's almost lost me my position in Team Rocket. If the G-Men had found out who I truly was, I would certainly be rotting away right now in some orphanage right now, or worse, dead like the other's who didn't protect their identity as a Rocket member. Luckily for you, it's difficult to convince most that an eleven year old boy is capable of doing what is required of a Team Rocket member."

He smells so delicious Bristol. May I... may I eat him now? Victreebel said, the acid dripping from his mouth like saliva.

"Sadly Victreebel, you won't be eating our friend here today. Instead, I've decided to personally donate him to Kain for experimentation. Take him back inside," Bristol ordered, walking through the door with his Pokemon at his side. He walked into the living room and pointed to a chair. "Put him there and keep watch. His powers could return any second. Do whatever you wish with him as long as you don't kill him or eat him. I'll be in the other room calling HQ." Banette and Victreebel nodded and looked at their newest victim.

Mr. Psychic looked at Bristol pleadingly and said, "Bristol please. I helped train you. Please forgive an old man. Everyone makes mistakes."

"Unfortunately for you Mr. Psychic, a Gem like me has no room for mistakes. We atone for what we do and accept the consequences. Your transgression is much more than a mistake," Bristol now turned, looking at the man. His eyes racing with emotion, "You almost cost me the first family I've ever had. That's something I can't forgive. Enjoy living the rest of your life in a laboratory Mr. Psychic."

With that Bristol turned and walked into the next room. Mr. Psychic cried out in pain, calling Bristol's name as the two sadistic Pokemon began their games. Bristol plugged his one ear with his index finger and called headquarters, telling them he had a pick up waiting at the "FAMOUS MR. PSYCHIC HOME." As he spoke, he looked at his watch.

Only eight fifteen. After we're done here, we might as well visit Saffron Gym and have a quick chat with Sabrina before we leave...

November 14th, 2008, 12:38 AM
This was exactly the reason the pokemon hunter of ten years paid no respect to the bumbling Kain Soliony Ivanhov, his answers coming off as a simple rehash of their mission brief. Added, the instance the so-called doctor struck the floor and in his pathetic attempts to endure whatever pains he was apparently afflicted with, was when Seras decided to never again heed his words. As it were, she was no less ready to leave than any other gem currently present, having witnessed such an abominable sight. Thankfully, Emerald took it in stride to conclude the matter and invariably dismiss her accompaniment before physically shooing each and every one of them from the confines of the office.

In an all but nonchalant manner, Seras proceeded down the hall, only to be passed by her previous conflict of interest, Beryl. It appeared the young’n had some personal matters to deal with, which was unsusceptible by the hunter as long as it didn’t interfere with the mission. This, a prime example of one of the reasons she loathed team oriented missions and assignments. There were bound to be complications and liabilities among members and if one fell, the rest would be jeopardised as well. It was all very inefficient, not to mention being a giant rydon’s horn in the butt.

But with all that said and done, and now with only an hour left for prep, she decided to accept her current situation and make haste with her own preparations, having only taken care of filling her bottomless pit beforehand.

Stepping into the next available shaft and with no concern for the following cast to join her, the hunter proceeded down several floors in private before returning to her designated suite. There, she addressed her usual assortment of tools, pocketing them in their appropriate sheaths, secured her hunting bag across her back, holding a single week’s worth of undergarments scrunched into its corners to accommodate the pocket food that filled the remaining space, and rearranged her boxed pokemon for ease of access amidst travelling.

In a simple matter of fourteen minutes, Seras emerged from her quarters and into the corridor before once again bracing for another elevator ride down into the building’s underground transportation facilities, the previous throbbing pachi-metal all but mute in her new location.

Standing upon the yet inhabited but unbelievably well kept platform, preceding the track to which their designated mode of transport would arrive upon, the pokemon hunter simply stood in silence, one hand supporting her shouldered backpack while the other caressed her belted tool pouch. Sensing no other life sign in her immediate area, Seras let out a light sigh, pondering the upcoming mission and its potential complications.

“I should’ve stopped by the kitchen...”

Alter Ego
November 14th, 2008, 11:57 AM
"I'm sure I can think of something." Parse replied in a carefully neutral tone, choosing to let the Emerald's little ending remark slide, "Though on the subject of rumors you may have heard about my methods," she added for the benefit of the group as a whole, "I feel entitled to inform you they are all downplayed. Now I have some packing to do and a mountain climb to reschedule so I expect not to be bothered, but I'll see you all at 9 o'clock sharp then, my dear teammates. And by that I mean you will be seated in the train with any unseemly luggage stuffed away at that point in time, not blustering into the station in some mad dash."

Her piece thus spoken, Parse excused herself from the crowd heading towards the elevator, opting to take the stairs instead as she contemplated her situations. Despite her rank, their leader clearly had quite the immature streak to her, the would-be subtle manhandling of Kain each time he said something she didn't want to hear and her verbally violent assault over a completely factual remark being quite clear examples of that. Mika seemed to be, as popular rumor suggested, very much like a defiant little adolescent who had no qualms about resorting to kicking and screaming when things did not go exactly as she wanted them to go. The Amethyst couldn't say she particularly approved of such an infantile attitude, especially in a leader, but she also knew full well that the best way to profit from it was to play along as far as reason would permit and save her energy for calm, composed and above all relentless resistance at the few points where it would truly matter. She had been given charge of any latecomers' fates, so Mika seemed to at least rely on her and her reputation to keep their discordant little band under control. Reliance was the first step on the way to dependence, and getting her 'superior' to depend on her would make this whole process considerably smoother, enough so to compensate for the annoyance of being denied this rare tidbit of information that Kain had actually been willing to share.

Oh yes, she concluded as she finally arrived at her own quarters, carefully shutting and locking the door behind her, all in all this meeting had gone about as smoothly as could have been expected.

The packing had been a half-truth. Sure, she made a quick check of her chosen supplies to make sure everything she wanted was where it was meant to be, but the actual packing she had already finished last night. Always one step ahead was her motto, and packing was no exception to it. This being the case, the real reason she had insisted on getting her privacy was quite different.

Flicking open her cellphone, Parse took a moment to gather her thoughts as she slowly scrolled through the numbers on her speed-dial. There were bugs in this room, she knew, and if she misspoke at any point there would be hell to pay.

"Hello?" she started out in a completely conversational tone. This whole act was so...childish, but even Kain was swallowing it like candy, "This is Parse. I wanted to talk to you about this week's climb? Something's come up."

November 14th, 2008, 3:12 PM
Gale groaned at Mika's words. There is absolutely NO WAY I'm going to a gala! Ergh, I may not be at the highest position, but I really don't want to go to anything of that sort!!! Gale angrily thought, rising from her seat. She made sure she was the last one to leave, so she could immediately dash for her room to make some last-minute preparations. When she got that chance, she got out the largest suitcase ever known to man, and began packing it with mostly fortune telling books or cards and spy gear in case she needed it. She felt like she had no need for packing many articles of clothing; she could easily wash the few she brought.

After managing to close her suitcase, Gale put her left hand into her pocket, and took out a Premier Ball. She took one look at it, then put it away. The two occupied Premier Balls she had housed her two Fire Pokemon, Kaen the Vulpix and Blaze the Growlithe. But she knew neither would come in handy until they were evolved. But, because she was Gale, she wouldn't dare ask the others for a Fire Stone or two. She preferred getting what she wanted on her own.

The journey to Saffron would be annoying (Gale couldn't see why she'd have to attend a gala in Olivine, especially if Saffron was in a completely different region), but Gale knew she'd have to do it. The only thing that stopped her - her luggage. Even though it was on wheels, it wouldn't budge. It finally took a swift kick in the rear to get the bag moving, and Gale took it from there. She found ways to ride it down hills coming down from Blackthorn, and she kicked a foot on the ground every so often to speed the bag up. In other words, it was like a carry-on transportation device of some sort.

Fortunately, Goldenrod City was right by Violet City, so Gale immediately found herself on the metro. It wasn't too shabby, but it had some quirks to it, such as the peculiar stench wafting about. Nonetheless, Gale was going to make it, and so was that oversized suitcase of hers...

Saffron. Industrious and too enormous to the eyes of a suburban girl, Gale finally was able to go and check out the many sites. She knew the other gems might not approve, but hey, it's not like she was noticed much. She could practically get away with anything, including not attending that pathetic gala in Olivine. Sighing with relief, Gale headed towards her next destination, the Silph Co. building. It was more gorgeous than she had imagined, and at once, someone stopped her.

"You wish to evolve Pokemon with stones, correct?" the old man said, a hand on her shoulder. Gale nodded, and immediately she retracted from the man.

"How'd you know that???" she asked, a look of disbelief in her eyes.

"I know these things. I just do..." the man said with an unearthly smile. "Now, listen here, young lady. Celedon City. Probably almost as big as Saffron, but not as big. There is a department store, similar to that of Goldenrod's... And... It has stones..." The man nodded again, and Gale nodded back, as if she were agreeing to some sort of compromise. Without another word, the strange man walked off, leaving Gale in a daze...

November 14th, 2008, 3:50 PM
Mika let out a soft sigh, shaking her head, her shoulders falling once the other had crossed into the elevator, closing her eyes for a moment before she straightened herself up. Something inside told her that that girl, that Parse, was going to cause some problems down the road. The respect was at a professional level only, that much was clear, but beyond that… it was the same old thing. Rubbing her forhead, she turned, offering a forced but vaguely so smile at the others, waving her hand lightly, “I’m going to get my own things, I’ll meet up with you later, alright? Meet down a few floors, at the underground train transport. It’s easy to find.”

Pressing the up button, she entered into the elevator alone and rode up, watching the lights softly, her hand pressing against the glass. Her expression blank, she looked towards her shoes for a moment, tapping the toe into the metal flooring as the elevator groaned, wretching loudly as it reached its destination, the infirmary. Stepping out, she sent the elevator back down, erasing its knowledge of where she’d gone. Wandering down the brightly lit white hallway, past the nurses and doctors and orderlies scurrying about, she fished her id out of her pocket, her hand shaking slightly as she pulled it out, the motion causing it to fall from her hand to the floor. Stumbling just a little, she slipped to her knees to get it, pressing her palms into the tile before pushing down, rising back up and brushing the dust from her knees. Rubbing the back of her neck, she let out a soft hiss before walking forward, to the intensive car unit and after taking a sharp right, came to a door at the end of the hall with a restricted sign over head. Reaching to the control panal on the right, she tapped in a six digit code, causing a card reader to slide out from underneath from out of the wall. Sliding the black bar of her ID across the reader, it blinked a few times before it spit out a green color and the door, groaning and hissing, slid open, letting the girl pass.

The room inside was dark and silent aside from the soft beeping of machines. Her left hand snaking over to rub softly at right, she wandered across the room, flicking on the light above the sink before turning and walking to the foot of the bed of the patient. He was in his late twenties, the ventilator covering half his seemingly peaceful and otherwise healthy face and had what one just by looking at him would consider shoulder length fire red hair, probably long as a result from the prolonged intubation. Covered in various medical wires and connected to all sorts of odd looking colorful machines that she really didn’t understand, she slipped out of her jacket, hanging it on the back of the poorly colored badly upholstered visitor’s chair before her fingers slid across the cool metal of the bed and down to the chart holder, wrapping her hand around the plastic clipboard that held his chart. As the beeps proved his lungs still forced air thru his body and the chart she was flipping through in her hands proved his brain was still functioning, it was obvious to anyone that he was in a coma. Sighing, she let the chart fall with a clang into the holder and crossed to the left side, taking his soft pale hand into her own two, biting on her lip softly as it was still twice the size of her own. Closing her eyes, she lifted it to her cheek, rubbing it softly before she let it drop, sitting down on the edge of the bed, her hands spread on either side, her legs swinging lightly over the edge.
“It’s been awhile since I saw you last, isn’t it? You’ll have to forgive me… I’ve been busy and they wouldn’t let me see you for awhile for some stupid reason, you know?” She sighed, tilting her head back and to the right, to look down at him, giggling softly, “You’d better be proud of me, I’ve been given another unit to direct. All the executives, all of us Gems. Your…old unit. They’ve given it to me, funny isn’t it?” Closing her eyes, she turned towards the ceiling, reopening her eyes slowly, staring at the wind chime on the ceiling, “They didn’t take that thing down… I brought that back for you, after my first trip all by myself. You gave me a hug and said you’d put it right up on your window. I was so mad, there’s no wind down there, how would you hear it’s pretty sound? But you just…laughed and said you’d make it so the fan or the air would hit it.” Flopping backwards, she let her hands dangle above her head for a moment, a deep sigh slipping from her lips, “I’m worried, Onii-chan… I’m worried. Kain said we’ll run into the G-Men, it’s a near absolute 100% fact… And… And since Koji deflected, after what happened…do you think we’ll run into him? I do. I don’t know what I’ll do, if we run into him. He, Raven… they’re… my family you know? You always thought it was cute, me having two strong boys to guard me. Well, what am I supposed to do now?”

Gasping, she lifted a hand to her face, pulling it away, the glistening moisture on the back of her hand causing her to laugh as the arm flopped back next to her, “I’m the Emerald, the Chosen. I don’t have time to waste on tears.” Sighing, she sat up, putting her face in her hands for a moment, “I’m almost sure one of them is a double agent but… to be honest I can’t tell who. I have to trust in my team for them to respect me as a leader but.. I can’t give out too much information. They can’t have an edge over me, you know?” Standing, she walked over to the head of the bed, her hand running along the edge of his lukewarm face before she bent over, kissing the other’s forehead softly before she turned, took her coat and, as she was about to leave, looked back at him once more, “…Please wake up soon Onii-chan… Please…? I…I need you. More than you could ever know.” Shaking her head, she opened the door with a hiss and stepped out, the room falling dark as its sole visitor returned to the land of lights.

Biting her lip, she returned to the elevator and went down to her room. Changing into her standard travel attire, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with a graphic of two dragon wings on the back and a pair of knee-high white and black striped socks with a black toe and heel under a pair of black flat-soled skateboarder shoes with a chibi pichu emblem on the side, and, after neatly folding the basic clothing items and packing them into her bag along with the supplies one might need on a trip, she slung the black sling back over her left shoulder and attached her pokebelt to her waist, letting it hang just slightly off her black studded belt that held her pants up so as not to be immodest. Taking the key from her dresser, she attached it back around her neck and, after squeezing it, pulled her hair out and spun it into two tight low ponytails below each ear. Taking a last look in the mirror to make sure she looked fine and there wasn’t a hair out of place, she exited her room and left, heading down to the underground a good hour early, pulling out a book as she waited on the empty platform. Nobody else should be here for at least thirty minutes, well, except for Seras but the girl who ate dragons could be ignored for the time being. Time to catch up on some reading.

[meanwhile, somewhere in the Indigo Plateau Region]

“Mad’am Champion? There’s a call for you on line four.” The blonde secretary peeked her head into the purple office of the Sinnoh champion, a soft meek tone in her voice, “Sorry to disturb you… “

The blonde turned, raising an eye softly, “Mm? It’s quite alright Melody… did they say who it was?”

She blinked, blushing softly, “Something about a mountain climbing expedition? I was confused but the little brat-I mean girl wouldn’t tell me who she was…”

A coy smile spread across the blonde’s face and, closing her eyes for a moment, she let out a soft gentle laugh, “Alright little one, you’re obviously dying to tell me something if you’re talking nonsense… Melody, it’s simply Parse. Don't worry about it.”

“Oh. That little wench?” Her face turned into a sneer, “She’s an ungrateful little-“

“Genious who will bring back our princess to us. Now, if you would leave so I may talk to her…?”

“Hmph. Little wench…” Shutting the door, the sound of stomping four inch heels echoed thru the hall. Unable to stifle a chuckle, Cynthia reached a lacy hand towards the phone, picking it up and pressing a button, “Yes Parse? How may the Mt Silver Expedition Team assist you today?”

November 14th, 2008, 3:53 PM
Khael listened intently as Kain spoke rather....well, spoke rather like Rodger about all the questions that the Gems were asking him. Caught up in Kain's enthusiasm, Khael was taken by surprise when Kain was on the ground, cringing in pain. He quickly looked under the table to see Emerald's steel toed boot retreating from what Khael could only assume to be Kain's erm-well, nether regions. God that must have hurt, to the point of almost being unnecessarily cruel. Well, hopefully he deserved it, or someone was really going to need to tell her about how NOT nice it was to kick a guy there. He looked down uncomfortably and inserted the mission information chip into his Nav.

That was when his ear picked up something.

“And before you say it, I’m not visiting that person while I’m in Saffron.”

Wait...who was in Saffron that Mysterica didn't want to go see? There was something going on between them, more than he had noticed before. And she was definately harboring some ill-feelings towards Kain and whatever he was about to bring up. That amount of instability seemed...unbecoming of a leader. Not that that would change any loyalties he has for her, but he definately was going to keep an eye on that little abnormality. Khael quickly stored that little piece in the back of his mind and focused on other things.


With the meeting now at an end, Khael quickly returned to his room and finished the packing he had started the night before. All his Pokemon were organized in the box or withdrawn for his team. He packed the apropriate clothing for four months of travel and that silly gala as well as his blacks for when their mission was active and not merely travelling. Making sure he had other objects like some food and water, sleeping bag, pillow, tent, medicene, money, entertainment, and other things necessary for long trips. If there was one thing besides battling he was good at, it was preparing for a mission.

"You ready to go, Kisa?" Khael smiled. Kisa chirped happily from his pack as she found a granola bar to nibble on. "Hey! Don't eat all of the food in there, you little Runt, we need that for later." He chuckled lightly and locked his room before taking the elevator to the underground transport system Rocket had. Stepping off the elevator, he checked his watch: 8:15.

Well, he had a little over an hour before they left and Seras and Mysterica were the only people here so far. Strange, he would have bet anything that Parse would have been here first to note who came and in what order and what time. What was up with that? It was like she had someone to report to. Hmm, maybe that's what she's doing right now, he thought jokingly.

November 14th, 2008, 4:12 PM
Celadon City was simply...beauteous, unlike Saffron. In fact, Gale could compare it to the serenity of Phenac, her hometown. Nah, nothing can compare to Phenac's tranquil atmosphere, Gale thought, shaking her head violently. Even though it would probably be a crime to be here instead of where she needed to be, the old man's advice wasn't going to be unused. But there were so many buildings, so many large buildings, just like in Goldenrod... It was hard for Gale to tell which was the department store. And, with her large suitcase she continued to lug around, Gale's stamina was fading away bit by bit...

Then it hit her. Money. Cash. Dough. Greenbacks. Did she have any? No. Of all the things she packed, she forgot the most important thing for the trip. But how would she get some extra money to get the Fire Stones? Gale looked around at the many varieties of people, and they reminded her of a fruits basket. Of course, thinking about food wouldn't help; she'd need money to get some too unless she happened to come across berries or food on the ground. But Gale wasn't that feral.

Turning around, there seemed to be a type of...pawn shop... Well, better than nothing... and with a flick of her body, Gale was off towards the building. At first, it seemed to be a bit far away, but with a bit of determination (and the fact that she could ride her suitcase, much to the surprise of the people around her), the pawn building soon became right on top of Gale.

It seemed plain at first, this odd store, but the fragrance of a thousand scents (as Gale would call unfamiliar scents) led Gale to believe there is probably more than meets the eye. At once, a shopkeeper came out from beyond the curtains that covered the door. She reminded Gale of one of those stereotypical fortune tellers, not that she minded.

"So, my pretty, how shall I help thee today?" the woman asked in a cackling tone. Immediately opening up her suitcase, Gale pulled out a few spy gadgets she hadn't used in ages.

"I would like to pawn these items, please," she replied. The woman rubbed her ancient fingers over each item, then looked at Gale. It seemed as though she was...searching her head for facts not known to her. After what was an eternity, the woman flung her arms into the air, and screeched gibberish Gale couldn't understand. When she was done, she bowed down, as if apologizing.

"My bad," she muttered sheepishly. "Your items, I can give you ten thousand in total. Will you accept?" Knowing the price of stones in general, Gale nodded. The woman raked the money from an even more ancient-looking cash register and plopped it into Gale's arms. She then dragged the items off into what seemed to be a small section of limbo, and made a motion with her arms, as if telling the girl to get out of here. Gale closed up her suitcase and put the money in an extra suitcase pocket, and exited the strange store.

"Next stop, the Department Store..." Gale quietly exclaimed. At last, Kaen and Blaze could both evolve into higher up forms, but is this what Gale really wanted? Yeah, it was.

November 14th, 2008, 6:18 PM
Khael set all of his things down and sat down one bench away from Mysterica's chosen seat where she now hid behind her book. It probably wouldn't be wise to test her for a day or so, she just seemed too tense, like she was ready to explode at anyone who might say something she didn't like. That was fine with him though, he could keep to himself if he felt like it and neither Seras or Mysterica seemed like they would bite his head off for it like Parse had. This mission was definately going to be...interesting, one could say. There were so many different personalities and secrets floating around that it was just going to be interesting to see hope anyone even got along with each other. They had rarely ever worked as a whole together and now they're brought together and people have already started bickering like children over silly things like conversation and attention and being "polite". Interesting...but taxing.

Leaning back against the wall, Khael relaxed for the first time since three this morning, not even noticing when Kisa crawled out of his pack and over to where the Emerald was reading her book. Kisa crawled over to Mika on her belly, imagining herself like a ninja in the dark. She couldn't help but giggling slightly, a small bell-like tinkle against the silence. Struggling a little to stand up on her tiny feet, Kisa tugged lightly on Mika's pant leg and looked up at the girl with big eyes. Why was she reading the book when she could be playing with Kisa? Books are not fun unless they had pictures and that book does not look like it has pictures. Kisa gently tugged again with a small "Priiii..."

November 14th, 2008, 6:51 PM
The book wasn't horrifically intriguing or something she absolutely couldn't put down. It was just one of those little historical fiction books, about some sort of past time that involved pokemon, mystery, murder, suspense, comedy and romance and all the other goodies all bundled up into one. It was mind numbing, something she desperately needed after talking with her comatose brother, and it was a good time waster. Crossing her right leg over her left, her right foot rotated slowly, flexing in all directions as she read before she switched and did the same with the left foot before leaving it hanging, the book becoming rather interesting for a moment. And yet, try as she might it just didn't shake the lack of confidence trickling through her mind. She was a good leader. She knew that. But, somehow, it just wasn't enough to reassure her that she'd be able to handle the Gems without a power struggle. Biting on her lip, she kept the rest of her frustration invisible from anyone who might be looking at her and just kept on reading. Relax stupid. You're just fine. You're a good leader. They don't know about Rei, they don't know about Alarayne and they most definitely do not know about Koji. So everything is good.

Pushing the lip in her mouth side to side for a moment, she was interrupted in her thoughts by a small tug on her leg. Blinking, she didn't immediately see a cause for it and went back to reading. That is, until there was a tug again on her leg and this time it was just a tad bit stronger. An eye brow raised, she uncrossed her legs and peered down into what had to be the largest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. Her mouth forming an o, she stared at the small thing for a moment before that o shape turned into a slowly growing smile and a light blush which ended with the book put away and a Togepi pulled into her lap. Giggling softly, she looked down at the little one, obviously Khael's little Kisa, and bounced her sweetly, "Ki-sa-chaaaan? Are you looking for someone to play with mmm? Did you tell your Daddy you went to play? No? Well he can still see you..." She looked over in Khael's direction, chuckling at the half asleep male, "...so I think we're okay." Standing, she held the cute little thing out infront of her before she pushed the togepi up into the air, "Kisa-chan~! Kisa-chan~! Kisa-chan is flying~" Not caring what anyone thought, she sang to the little one softly, spinning her around gently in the air. She'd mind the little one. Khael needed the sleep.

November 14th, 2008, 7:06 PM
The lines were probably longer than Gale had anticipated. After all, the sign outside the department store did say "BIG BIG BIG SALE TODAY!!! COME AND CLAIM YOUR EVOLUTION STONES TODAY!!!" Definitely an eye catcher. Sighing, the "Silent Shadow" Sapphire waited patiently for almost an hour. When it was finally her turn, the clerk sighed, and Gale immediately assumed they were all out of evolution stones.

"I'm sorry, miss," the clerk moaned, "but we're all out of Water Stones. I know they're popular, but I didn't think they'd be THIS popular. That IS what you came for, right?" Gale lost her balance at the clerk's remark, then stood back up.

"Actually, I came for two Fire Stones..." Gale said, bobbing her head up and down while raising two fingers up in the air. The clerk looked at her strangely, then pulled out the Fire Stones. They cost 2400 together (it was half off), so Gale was able to make off with both. Finally able to get away from the longest of the long lines, Gale made way for Saffron's entrance. Once she got there, though, Gale immediately forgot where she was supposed to go. I doubt any of the other gems would find me and help me... she thought to herself.

Seeing how she could pass some of the time, she sat down right by the Silph Co. and pulled out her two Premier Balls. She opened the two of them, and out came the eager Growlithe and Vulpix.

"Ready for evolution, guys?" Gale asked. The two nodded in unison, and Gale took out the two stones, holding one in each hand. The two Fire types walked up to her, Kaen taking her left with Blaze taking her right, and immediately they were surrounded in a white light. Their form altered, and once the light vanished, they had fully evolved.

"Well, all's well that ends well. But it isn't over yet..."

(Oh, just noticed something:

Taken from I *think* two posts before your current one
Idiots with limited power think they can break the seals with force, aka, Lance and Archie, anyone else remember that nonsense with the orbs?

I think it was Kain quoting that, and I assume you meant Maxie?

If I'm getting to annoy you with my corrections, please let me know X_x I'm only trying to be helpful ><')

November 15th, 2008, 7:52 AM

(Oh, just noticed something:

Taken from I *think* two posts before your current one

Idiots with limited power think they can break the seals with force, aka, Lance and Archie, anyone else remember that nonsense with the orbs?

I think it was Kain quoting that, and I assume you meant Maxie?

If I'm getting to annoy you with my corrections, please let me know X_x I'm only trying to be helpful ><')

Kay. o_o so. Yeah. Kain was quoting that and in actuality that was in reference to the Pokemon R/S/E anime arch when Archie got a hold of the orb and was all like SOULS. HAHAHAHAHAHA. WORLD DOMINATION. SOULS. AHHAHAHAHAHA

oO; The only people in this roleplay who know ANYTHING about Maxie at all are myself and Alter and possibly Kogenta. The only people. So please, stop making assumptions, and it's not just Pikataro, about the Maxie factor. It's a very very minor part right now. A VERY minor part.

And, as I think it's important, here's just a quick refresher on a term I think we should all take a moment to review, Metagaming. What is it? It's when a character knows something the player knows out of character that the character itself has no way in hell of knowing. I know, I know, the plot bunnies are jumping around in your heads but please, make sure it stays out of character or we're going to have some problems. x_x;

I don't mind corrections, I'm a flawed human being who makes mistakes just like Alter Ego and I like it when people bring them to my attention so I'm no longer flawed but the corrections need to be actual corrections. Please, to any and all of you, if you find what you believe to be a mistake, please bring it to my attention and please back up your claim with another quote of some sort. ^-^ I'm not mad at anyone and I'm not mad at you Pikataro so don't cower in fear of me or anything xD; I really am a nice person I swears.

Anywho, that wraps up this OoC.

PS: I won't be on pretty much at all next weekend, this is a week's notice, as I get to go see Wicked w/ Sonee Amii and Marsy. Yes. Yes I am cooler than you. ;D ]

Alter Ego
November 15th, 2008, 8:47 AM
"Oh, I just wanted to give you a little update." Parse replied, noting the familiar voice on the other end of the line. Despite her annoying tendency to preach, Cynthia was - she had to admit - good at keeping up an act, dropping into her role like it was the most natural thing in the world, which was more than could be said for her prissy secretary, "I climbed our tentative route with my pokémon as discussed, and am pleased to report that I made it up to the ninth summit. The last stretch to the peak looks rather treacherous so I decided not to push my luck with it too far. In fact, I wanted to request a slightly larger group to make the attempt for me. It might take a failure or two before I find a workable path, and I'd rather the risk be on a group where odds of fatalities are slightly lower, I'm sure you understand." she took a pause, "I can count on you for that, right? There's no need to go overboard with a full-blown expedition, but a smaller party might well help make some progress on it. I'd love to come and guide you myself..." she added, mostly for the benefit of the bugs, "...but I have some rather important work coming up that will occupy my time for the near future, tentatively for as far as the next four months, so I'm afraid I'll have to restrict my assistance to counsel at this point in time. This is fine with you, I hope?"

Cynthia. Thank Arceus for Cynthia. There really weren't enough G-men with imagination beyond the level of your average shrub around, and the last thing she needed was to have her messages misinterpreted.

November 15th, 2008, 3:59 PM
[OOC:: Now, if I may be the cruious one and ask questions...

Pikataro, your posts have been confusing me. How/why is your character traveling outside of the Rocket base before the rest of the group? Bristol did something like that because he was given permission and then told to meet at the Saffron station. Everybody else was told to meet at 9:30 in the Rocket underground station inside the base (this was said several times in Mika's posts). Which is why I've been confused as to Gale's current location and how/why she is there when everybody but Bristol is supposed to be in the base.

Finally able to get away from the longest of the long lines, Gale made way for Saffron's entrance. Once she got there, though, Gale immediately forgot wheshe was supposed to go. I doubt any of the other gems would find me and help me... she thought to herself.

So you see, no, none of the other Gems will find her and help her because well...none of them are going to be there but Bristol who is far to occupied doing hilarious horrible things to Mr. Psychic.]


Kisa gurgled happily as she was spun and thrown around in the air. Who said the girl was bad? She was fun! Fun fun fun! Kisa quietly hoped that Khael didn't mind she had left, he was right there but he could be awfully protective of her sometimes...especially around some of the other Gems like those two girls; the icky one and the mean one. She was told not to go near them ever because bad things would happen! She made a face before giggling again at the thrill of being spun around. She always loved it when Khael did this, he would run and jump right with her. He was really fun. But so was Mika...Kisa wondered silently to herself if there were any other people in the group who would be fun to play with. Or their Pokemon! Sirene was fun to play with, there must be someone else with fun Pokemon too. Maybe Mika had fun Pokemon who would play with her! Yay!

Khael woke up suddenly. Did I seriously just fall asleep? Oh for the love of Lugia... He rubbed his head and winced, realizing he must have hit his head against the wall during his nap. Stretching up and yawning, he tried waking up a little more, reaching down to check on Kisa. He looked down at the pack and it took him a little bit to realize that the small Togepi wasn't there and that this wasn't good. He could almost feel the Dragonair in her ball glaring at him to go find that Togepi or perish under her wrath. Sirene was far to protective of the small Pokemon for the safety of his health.

"Crap crap crap crap..." He muttered hurredly under his breath, looking all around his things to see if she had just hid and fallen asleep. Nothing. Groaning slightly with his hands on his heads, trying to think, he looked around, finally spotting the small demon getting tossed up by none other than Mysterica. Wait...what? She was willingly playing with Kisa? The...Chosen...Well, that's a side of her Khael had not known about before this. It was a good thing he supposed, it gave someone else for Kisa to be adorable to rather than just him.

He walked over to the two witha plyful eyebrow raised at Kisa. Spotting him, she quickly covered her face with her little arms and pretended to be invisible, like a Ghastly. Khael couldn't help but chuckle at her little antics.

November 15th, 2008, 4:15 PM
(To tell the truth, I get epically lost in these long posts. Mainly because I usually read them while at school, where time is very limited X_x So yeah. I probably shouldn't be on my laptop looking over these things in school anyways, so... I'll get her back to the Rocket base.)

The sudden recollection of what she was to do hit Gale hard. Oh, shoot, what time is it? Gale painfully looked up at the towering clock back in Celadon. The big hand was on the three; the small one on the nine. Shoot, I need to be in the Rocket underground in the base by nine-thirty!!! How could I have forgotten??? Slapping herself in the head for her stupidity, Gale began to ponder how to get there. After all, it was in Viridian, and she had just left Celadon. Her best bet was to head to Saffron, then decide from there on out.

Back in Saffron, Gale looked around for ways of transportation. They're gonna be so mad at me, she thought. All this time I was thinking about getting a couple of Fire Stones, and I totally forgot about this meeting!!! Since when was I such a scatterbrain??? She walked around frantically, trying to figure out how to get there. She looked at one of her Premier Balls, the one containing Blaze. Should I, or should I not? she pondered. After all, he just evolved. I don't want this to be too big a burden on him... After a few more minutes, Gale looked at Saffron's clock, and noticed it said nine-twenty-two. I don't have any other choice, do I? Come on out, Blaze! The Arcanine took one look at her, and Gale motioned towards the clock.

"We only have a few minutes, but I don't think we'll make it in time, OK? So just take your time getting to Viridian, 'k?" Gale said to Blaze. The Arcanine then stared at her with utter confusion. "Oh, yeah..." Gale pulled out a map and showed it to him. "We are right...here..." She pointed to a spot that was in the middle of four towns. "And Viridian's over...here." She then moved her finger over towards a town, one that would take a long, winding path to get to. "Yeah. So... We just need to go there, OK?" Blaze gave a small nod, as if he were still unsure about what was going on.

(Yeah. Kinda short; I'm really sorry ><' I just did the best I could to get her back to the base.)

November 15th, 2008, 7:56 PM
Déjà vu. The situation felt irritably familiar. As expected, Emerald was the second to arrive, followed by the ever loose Jade. What really bothered her was the more than lax attitude that befell each of them, the Emerald voluntarily amusing Jade’s irritable togepi while the Hot Shot himself had fallen asleep, out of all the times. It was clear to see, that the majority of the gems were still just kids, irritating, immature kids who were way over their heads.

But alas, they were organised in a sense, at least moreso than the other six gems due to arrive. Eyeing her attached and modified poketch, Seras skimmed its apps to verify the time, her brow furrowing at the amount already elapsed since the meeting’s end and the current count of present gems. Surely they would prioritise the mission’s urgency over personal effects. At least, that’s what she hoped, not that she expected much mind.

Speaking of the mission, despite the inane and rehashed questions following the conference, her thoughts began to waver about a particular topic brought up within. The G-Men, led by the infamous Lance himself. Such a force they were to oppose was slightly off-putting. Sure she was overwhelmingly confident in her own abilities as a pokemon hunter but these people weren’t famous for no reason. They were strong, undeniably, and despite being acknowledged as their Rocket equivalent, Seras still had her doubts, especially against a dragon tamer, a particular difficult job as it were already. Hopefully, beyond her brash and uncouth manner, Emerald’s reputation as the leading gem would prove itself to be true and enough for the likes of the redhead.

Still, glancing over and seeing the seventeen-year-old fondle the delectable egg, she found it difficult to accept such a notion.

It was then that the faintest of rumblings resonated from the depths of the outbound tunnel, signalling their approaching transport. Readjusting her bag with one hand as she pocketed the other, the pokemon hunter returned to her stupor in wait.

OOC: *bear hugs and throws Mika, Mars and Pika into OOC thread* It was made for a reason no?

November 16th, 2008, 9:30 AM
[OoC: Pikataro, please check the OoC board at your connivence before posting again. :3]


Smiling, she leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on her desk, "Oh my, that's rather sad. However, I do believe that for such a dastardly climb a medium group is the smallest I'm comfortable sending on such a expedition. Failure is a natural occurrence, it makes sense that you're allowing for a trial run before the actual climb. I agree completely and I will arrange a party according to your request. And it saddens me to hear that you've got other business to attend to. Four months you said? Might we steal you in two for a climbing conference? Your skill and expertise and all around knowledge would be very much appreciated, we ourselves have never been to the mountains in Johto, it would be a new, fascinating experience to hear about your travels." Passing around a couple of papers, she paused for a moment before starting again, "Oh, it seems that according to our records, you've gone on an expedition through Dark Cave before, is this correct? We have a larger group planning a trip there, would you be able to give counsel to that group at a later time, closer to their departure? They're a newer group out you see and while they're experienced climbers, they're not familiar with the area... If this is alright, we'll put you down for a consolatory call but this is all the information I need from you at this time. Have a pleasant day, I hear the weather is going to be gorgeous here, hopefully it's the same for you." After marking down Parse's response, she said her goodbyes and settled the phone back onto the register, a smile spreading across her face. Lance would be pleased. Parse had come up with a rather brilliant strategy, there would be no premonitions this time, it should go off without a hitch and end with a very happy Lance and a very weathly Parse. Ah, such things amused her too much for her own good...

Pressing the red call button, she leaned forward, "Melody? Summon Kei for me, if you wouldn't mind? Tell him I have a game for him to play..."


She knew that the other gems that were slowly beginning to trickle in were more than likely perturbed by the fact their all powerful leader was playing with an egg but it went on one shoulder and off the other. Tossing the little scamp up and down and all around was the greatest way to forget stress and it wasn't the infant's fault that her Papa was so tired he couldn't play with her right now. Smiling, she dropped the Togepi onto her head softly, raising an eyebrow when the child suddenly hid her face, seemingly, at least from Mika's perception, disappearings. Uh Oh. Somebody was being invisibles!

Laughing, she pulled the togepi off her head, holding the squirmy muffin tight against her chest, "Oh my goodness Ki-sa-chan, did you come over to play without telling your daddy?" The still pretending to be invisible togepi said nothing, which was answer enough, "Oh my. Well, that'll never do." Looking up towards Khael she smiled just a little, looking from the togepi to his striken expression back to the togepi, "Did you lose something?" Laughing a little, she untangled the still invisible togepi from her arms and placed it on Khael's head. "It wasn't a bother, she was just bored and looking for someone to give her attention. I didn't mind. However." She wagged a finger at Khael, "Blah blah blah, don't leave your children unattended blah blah blah it's bad blah excetra blah." stretching her arms above her head, she turned, looking over her shoulder at Khael, "So did your nap help? You looked...rather dead. I didn't have the heart to wake you to be honest." While waiting for his response, the girl pulled the pokegear out from around her neck, checked the time, 9:19, before letting it drop back against her front, "Ten minutes to departure, you've got everything for both her and you, yes?"

Alter Ego
November 16th, 2008, 10:59 AM
Parse couldn't help a small grin at her superior's words. Medium size just for a smokescreen operation, was it? She was out to give a real show, wasn't she? Done her homework on the seals too, by the sound of it, "I understand." she replied, "My schedule will probably be quite full, but I'm sure a small conference or at least consultation call can be negotiated into it. Mountain climbing is not something that should be attempted without proper preparation, after all. The weather around here has been a bit unsteady but I think it is starting to clear so I'm hoping for clear skies. Well, I must be going as well, so do call me to let me in on the results of the expedition. Bye now."

Parse's mood had improved significantly by the time she flicked her cellphone shut again, making a last mental checklist of the message to commit it to memory. So...Dark Cave would be the time she was expected to get involved, was it? Fine by her. Judging by the locations of the seals, that should grant her just about enough time to earn the Emerald's trust and hopefully learn whatever it was she had been so adamant about keeping secret as well. This game was still far from won as long as there were so many unknown factors to account for, but fortunately she wouldn't have to make her move just yet either. For now, all she had to do was play the role of the hard-assed but reliable strategist and keep her senses open; both things that came as naturally to her as breathing.

"Fifteen minutes to go..." the tactician mumbled idly as she drew her final preparations to an end and shouldered her full-size backpack, the smaller one from before secured to it by a set of straps, "...oh, how time flies."


When she arrived at the train station a short while later, Parse was not particularly surprised to note that attendance was far from what it should have been. The teen mommies' club was at the site, at least, a relief of sorts. Though their manner had hardly improved before - the Emerald's baby coddling was particularly unsuitable considering her rank and Khael looked more like a napping homeless person than anything else - but at least the two seemed to have understood their positions in the group enough to not act as a bad example to potential latecomers, even if the Amethyst herself would sooner have had Seras - the only one present who carried herself with even a modicum of dignity - in charge of the expedition.

Oh well, she conceded for herself as she wordlessly took a seat next to the hunter, placing her backpack on the floor beside her, things like this couldn't be helped, and getting on the bad side of her only formal superior in this group would not help either of her missions.

"Rather quiet around here, isn't it?" the tactician remarked in Seras' general direction, procurring her notebook and pencil once more and quickly setting up an attendance list, duly marking Emerald, Jade, Amethyst and Amber as accounted for before allowing her glance to travel back to her watch. Nine minutes to go and the better half of the group unaccounted for. Her eyebrow twitched slightly, but she quickly calmed herself again. Quite clearly, there would have to be some changes around here, but that was fine. The subordinate she couldn't break down in a couple of months had yet to be born, and certain people were about to learn that the hard way, "And here I was hoping we could handle this without hassle."

November 16th, 2008, 11:41 AM
OOC:: as a note, I am updating the OOC thread with information about the roleplay in case you get lost or confused or just want to know what's going on/what has happened. So yeah, I'll try and update that on a regular basis to keep everything happy.


Khael reached up to bring the Togepi into his arms even though Kisa was trying to be invisible still. He tickled her lightly, enough to get her to giggle and flail her little arms so she wasn't "invisible" anymore. "I thank you anyways, you didn't have to." He bowed his head slightly. Yeah, he could be a little egotistical, and even more commonly, hard-headed, but he knew how to be polite, no matter what Parse thought of him. He was going to pin her attitude on not being hugged enough as a child, that was always a good excuse. Then again, with her, she probably didn't want to be hugged as a child. Khael mentally glared at the two women, Parse and Seras, both of whom his Togepi was going nowhere near. Ever.

Taking a tentative seat next to the Emerald, assuming the light conversation would allow for it, Khael furrowed his brows as he looked around, absentmindedly rocking the yawning Togepi. Apparently Kisa had exhausted herself in her adventures with Mysterica. "Why do you think there are so few of us here? There's only a little more than five minutes left before the train is supposed to arrive and three of our group that is supposed to be here, isn't." They had been given two hours to prepare and get down here and three were still missing--Garnet, Rhinestone, and Sapphire. Not that he had any particular ties to them, but they were part of the group and not having them here meant they were going to run late, which meant Parse was going to have a heyday with them.

Kisa yawned sleepily as Khael rocked her. Yes, he was definitely envious of the fact that she could sleep anytime, but that was what the train rides were for. Traveling was good for that sort of thing. He did hope those three got here soon, or there was going to be hell to pay.

November 16th, 2008, 5:09 PM
Neru packed up his computer and left the room. Hmm... wonder what I should bring... Neru went through his checklist quickly. Laptop, charger, six Pokemon, pass codes for nearly every computer system known by man, a lighter, about thirty computer chips and customized equipment. Three small rocks of various gem types simply because I think they're pretty. Explosive materials for the destruction of rock. Explosive materials for the destruction of vegetation. Explosive materials for destruction of buildings. Explosive materials for the destruction of nothing. Explosive materials for the destruction of people and Pokemon. Hmmm... I think I am going to leave the stuff for destroying people. It's not nearly as entertaining as watching the pretty fire of vegetation burn.

Now what do I want for clothes...I guess I will go casual. Rocket stuff is a little over the top for covert ops. Neru packed his knapsack. It all fit quite nicely. Of course the laptop went in its case, and the explosives would not mix. The clothes would remain unspoiled. He also grabbed a first aid kit. He couldn't use anything in it to save his life, but he might be near someone who could. Good enough reason for him. He glanced at the clock. 8:45. Neru dashed to the door, only to realize he had forgotton to change out his lining. He would be going everywhere and he needed his liner that kept hot things hot and cold things cold. It took him another five minutes to switch clothes and an additional ten to get re-packed. He ran out of the room.

On the way he realized he had no clue where Falyn had gone. As he was realizing this a door on his left opened and a small furry bear emerged. Neru was just comprehending this when he tripped on her. He fell flat on his face, leaving him with a nose bleed. He stood up and found the mischievous teddiursa on the ground. She stood up and screamed. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and began running again, one hand on his nose, the other holding Falyn. She screamed the whole way, making a ruckus. Damned teddy bear, he thought, holding onto her even tighter. It's a good thing you can steal things or you wouldn't be here.

Neru arrived at the ground tram with a few minutes to spare, it was 9:23. He went over to the other gems and sat down to take a rest, letting Falyn loose. She found him a kleenex, then slapped him and chewed on his fingers. He grinned at her. "At least I didn't leave you here. Now we get to travel. And you get to steal almost anything you want, as long as you get the things I need you to get," he told her, picking up the demon and setting her on his shoulder. She leaned on his head and smelled him, then promptly fell asleep, using his hair as a pillow. Neru chuckled.

November 17th, 2008, 7:37 PM
[OOC: I apologize for the late post.]

Aidan leaned back in his seat and listened to Kain's rather dramatic response to the questions that had been asked, raising an eyebrow each time the doctor cringed. Well now, what's this? At Dr. Romano's final exclamation of pain, Aidan half-stood, leaning forward on the table as he adopted an expression of concerned confusion. Meanwhile, his mind worked quickly, searching the man's face as well as Mika's as she approached him. Though the Emerald seemed to be attending to the suffering Kain with the utmost compassion, Aidan was no stranger to acting. After all, he had made a career of it--and something, though he knew not what precisely, was bothering the team's soon-to-be leader.

For a few more seconds, Aidan studied Mika's facial and body expressions, searching for clues as to her true state. The curious concern was still on the youth's face as he sat back to process what he had seen and heard from the meeting--both what had been given and what the azure-eyed boy had taken for himself. Upon the dismissal of the group, Aidan nonchalantly stood and began flipping his juice bottle in one hand. With his free hand, he made a brushing motion that might be considered a goodbye wave, then strolled out of the room without a word.

During the elevator ride to the floor on which his room was located, Aidan finished his drink, dropping the bottle into the nearest garbage can as he made his way down the hall to his living quarters. Four months, huh? Long job . . . long time to keep my guard up. But so is a lifetime. He unlocked his door and entered his room.

One of the disadvantages of insomnia is that it lets you become familiar with your surroundings to the point of being disgusted with them--a sentiment Aidan often felt toward his room now. One if the advantages of insomnia is the extra time it provides. And with that extra time the past few nights, Aidan had finished packing. Before he had been a member of Team Rocket, he had been a lone trainer with no form of home base. Consequently, he knew how to travel efficiently. As he made a last glance around his room, Aidan's fingers brushed over the tops of the Pokeballs on his belt, and he made a quick count. One, two, three, four . . . All there. He sighed. Too much counting today. The Garnet slung his prepared backpack over one shoulder and was almost out the door when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. For some reason he found himself pausing, and after a moment he turned to more fully view himself. It seems so funny . . . All of us running around playing this little power game like we're so important. He hefted his bag and exited the room, locking the door behind him. And I'm playing, too.

As the elevator traveled to the train platform floor, Aidan leaned back and closed his eyes, losing himself in his thoughts and the blaring music. Then, on a sudden whim, he hit a new button to send the elevator to a different floor. Speaking of sanity-killing sounds, I think one of my Pokemon might want a chance to get out of the box for a bit.

Several minutes later . . .

Looking at his watch, Aidan walked briskly toward the station platform at which the Gems had been directed to meet. While he was fairly certain he would not be late, he was already later than he had planned to be. As he drew near his destination, the trainer slowed to a more casual pace and allowed himself to look around and note who had arrived before him. "Hey," he greeted everyone. "Fancy meeting you here." Aidan found an empty bench, shrugged his backpack to the floor, seated himself, and settled back to wait.

November 17th, 2008, 8:55 PM
"Dear God sir! What happened to this guy? I've never--" one Grunt said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Is he alive!? And since when does bruising turn that color?" The other Grunt said, her hand covering her mouth. Mr. Psychic was laying unconscious on the floor, his hands bound by handcuffs and his mouth gagged. He was surrounded by numerous melted candles, a broken chair leg, and acid burns in the carpet. Mr. Psychic was still conscious. He wasn't moving, but he was slightly groaning in agony.

Bristol looked up from his newspaper at the two grunts and said, "You two need not worry about what happened. Let's just leave it at the fact I told you to come and bring him back to HQ. Dr. Romano wishes to have a very personal 'discussion' with this man and he'd like to have it immediately. Mr. Psychic is definitely a G-Men operative, so don't treat him like precious cargo. Now go. I have other places to be." The two grunts nodded and walked into the room. They grabbed him by his arms roughly and lifted him in the air. He groaned in pain as they dragged him out of the house. The door slammed behind them, leaving Bristol alone for a second.

He sighed and stood from his chair, placing the coffee mug on the table. This house seems so eeriely familiar. I've never been here before, but... Bristol looked at his watch, which said 9:03 AM.

"I still have a little time," Bristol said as he made his way into the living room. Besides the obvious damage, Mr. Psychic did a pretty good job keeping this place up. Bristol felt a little guilty now though. His emotions had gotten the best of him and he let his Pokemon wreak some major havoc. Several paintings on the wall were damaged by Victreebel's acid and the grand piano in the corner was missing two of its legs.

Bristol ran his hand along the mantle over the fireplace. Pictures were scattered everywhere, each featuring Mr. Psychic standing next to numerous prominent figures in the Pokemon world. Ranging from the president of the Kanto Pokemon League to Bill, the man who created the Pokemon storage unit to Gio, the Viri...

"What?" Bristol murmured, quickly grabbing the photo from the mantle. "What's going on in this picture...?" In the picture, Mr. Psychic was standing next to Giovanni, who was holding a small baby. They were in a forest of some sort, next to a small pool of water. Bristol quickly ripped apart the frame and took out of the picture. On the back in chicken scratch-like handwriting it said "Giovanni and I with our child."

Their... child? That doesn't make sense... He flipped the picture back around and looked at it again. The child looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it. It wasn't Giovanni's red maned son Silver as the picture looked too recent to be of the boy as a child. I'll have to ask Giovanni about this the next time I see him. Folding the picture up gently, he opened his brief case and slid it into one of the pockets. Glancing at his watch, he noticed the time now said 9:16.

"Time to head to the station. That Parse woman... I don't feel like dealing with her shenanigans again," Bristol said as he stood up. He walked to the door of the house and opened it. He walked outside and looked to the west, where the train station was situated. "Luckily, it's only a few minutes walk from here."

Bristol quickly arrived at the station and rushed inside. He took a seat on the only empty bench left and looked around. He didn't really know any of the other Gems. They were all so foreign to him. The only thing he had were there thoughts. They were flooding him right now. Bristol felt no need to try to make sense of them though. They were merely background music to the main show: breaking the seals and unleashing the power held within them. While he hoped to save the planet, he hoped to harness the power released and amplify his psychic powers significantly. He could care less about controlling the Legendary Pokemon or whatever they were.

All that mattered now was his Pokemon, his powers, and fulfilling his duties as a Gem.

November 20th, 2008, 12:07 PM
She was about to reply to Khael when her phone went off. Annoyed, she waved him off for a moment, sitting down, the pokegear around her neck still ringing painfully loud. Noticing the number, she let out a sigh and pulled it up to here, "Yeah? .... I guessed as much, seeing as she's not here." Rubbing her forehead, she leaned back in the chair, resting her head in an upside down position on the back of the chair itself, her hand reaching up towards the electric lights above her head, "Yeah yeah... she'll be at the saffron station? I guess it can't be helped. Thanks." Sighing, she ended the call with a click and as she bent down and picked up her bag, she motioned for Khael to follow her as she wandered over to the rest of the group, standing firmly infront of parse, slamming her bag down on the ground by her feet, "Sapphire decided to go to Celadon City to buy a few items without getting clearence. She's meeting us at Saffron." There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, "Feel free to hurt her as much as you like, mmkay?" Groaning thanks to the light headache her idiotic team member had just given her, she looked across the dark tracks for something to hurt badly and let out a sigh of relief, her mood improving slightly when the train screeched down the track and pulled in before the Gems, "About freakin' time..." she mumbled, pushing a lock of hair form her eyes, "Let's go, all of you!" Crossing her arms across her chest once she'd picked up her bag for the third time, she slipped through the glass doors, sitting by the window, crossing her legs appropriately as she watched the others get on.

Pulling her pokegear out into her line of sight, she pressed a few buttons, scrolling around before she pressed a number and lifted it to her ear, "...Yeah, I'd like to order a pizza?" Smirking, she held the phone slightly away from her ear so as not to hear the stifflingly loud complaints of the male on the other end. Once the level had died down, she returned the phone to its proper phone usage point, "Heh heh... Sorry Ge-no-chan~ I just needed a pick me up....yes, yes I do use your angry rantings to make my mood improve... yeah, you're meeting us at the station with the Silph Co Products, right? ...good. We'll be there in about 30. Go ahead and wait at the train station, if you see Sapphire, Gale is her street name, go ahead and scare the living crap out of her. Yeah... I thought you'd like that. Anywho, I'll lose my reception in about a minute so I'll let you go. We'll be there in about 15, 20 mins, alright?"

Yawning, she stretched out across her chair and the one to its left before settling down. It was a short train ride and once they exited the hidden passage it’d be full of sunshine. Glorious sunshine.


Mess with the girl? Oh Mika was giving him a chance to be entertained. The mid back length black haired male couldn’t help a smile as he gazed at himself in the mirror while washing his hands in an ivory sink. It was just too enjoyable to torment little Rockets. Mika had mentioned something about an obnoxious second in command, bloody pizza code, so he was certain he wouldn’t be the last to dig into her but it was still enjoyable. He sighed, looking across his hotel room at the uniform laying on the bed. It was a shame he couldn’t wear it but when the leader of one’s organization tells a peon, even if the peon is a gem-level executive, to go and work at the company in Saffron, that peon does as he or she is told. And he didn’t mind the suit. Black dress pants, tailored to fit perfectly thus rendering the purple belt and the four pokeballs attached to it rather for show, and a form fitting black t-shirt with the Silph Logo on the left hand side all under an ankle length purple trenchcoat… it was just enjoyable to wear. As he slipped a black key-shaped necklace around his neck, he couldn’t help a self satisfying smirk. People knew, especially with his hair tied in a low ponytail, him to be an executive of the Silph Corporation but a select few knew him as Raven Zion, a Gem of the Rockets when he wasn’t playing business with the big boys. With four rings, two black, two silver on either hand, he leaned down, tying his black shoes tightly and picking up his silver briefcase, and left, his golden eyes blinking as he turned off the lights only to discover that, in doing so, he’d blown a fuse. Bloody idiotic electricians…

Grumbling, he wandered to the glass elevator and rode it to the bottom floor, ignoring the maids as they bowed, an echoed proper Good Morning Mr Zion escaping their lips as he was escorted out of the magnificent 5 Star hotel in the middle of Saffron. Stepping onto the streets that, when the sun was this horrifically bright, shimmered as though they were made of gold, he walked briskly towards the Magnet Train Station, ignoring the gossip of school girls as they toddled to class, their pokemon skittering behind him. Schoolgirls, fanboys and fangirls…. The three most diabolical forms of humankind. He couldn’t stand their giggles and their begging for his autograph…these weren’t humans, they were animals. Grunting at them and glaring as dastardly as he could, they screamed lightly and ran away, giggling happily to themselves. Snorting, he continued towards the station, ignoring the pathetic excuse for humanity that had just crossed his path. Stepping into the station however, it soon became clear who this Sapphire was. The little nervous looking girl sitting somewhat by herself and looking supiciously supicious…. Argh, young gems annoyed him. However, that would not break his chance at fun. Crossing over, he stood directly infront of her, his cool gaze on the other for several minutes. It was a cross between a suppressive stare and a death glare, either of which from him would make a grunt wet themselves, but she was experienced enough to not have that problem. Or so he hoped. Continuing to stare for a few more minutes, he finally spoke, his voice cold and collected, “You’ve been a bad, bad dog, running away from your master without permission.”

November 20th, 2008, 1:51 PM
Sitting around, staring into the air above, Gale pondered what she was to do next. She could've sworn she had heard someone talking to her, but thought it could've been something else. After all, a "dog"? There was no way she'd ever be a dog. I mean, sure, what I did was hopelessly absent-minded, but they don't have to be mean about it... she angrily thought.

Looking down from the sky, she noticed the man with the four rings. Gale could've sworn she might had seen this black-haired man before, but wasn't exactly sure. It could've just been a different person that she passed on her small trip. She noticed his cold glare boring into her skin, but she sighed. Any Rocket "peon" of any age would piss all over their outfit. Thankfully, I'm not one of those kinds of people... She glanced at the man some more, and wondered why he looked at her with such an expression. It seemed kind of...sad, like he wanted to be somewhere else instead. Perhaps her earlier idiocy was what made the others decide to get him to go after her. Probably that darn Emerald. Stupid "senpais", I may be young, and what I did may have been immature, but that doesn't mean I should be treated like a child all the time. Looking angrily at the man with an equal cold stare, Gale decided there was no more time.

"So, come to fetch me, eh? I'm surprised they remembered my existence," she said in a stern voice. "They'll probably punish me later, not that it concerns me. But I bet you're annoyed that you had to pick up a 'puppy' like myself, no? All I wished to do was run a simple errand, even though that will probably never fly." She extended her arm out and made an up-and-down motion. "Now, now, go away, you should probably continue with what you're doing. After all, I don't need to be bothered by a panther like yourself, no matter how much older you are than me." Her shyness was overwhelmed by her stubbornness, as it seemed to be on most occasions. She figured she was probably making the man more angry, especially since he had most likely come to all the trouble just to track her down. She took out a silver washer, attached to a piece of thread. "Well, if they have come to pick me up, they'll probably call me an annoyance for leaving them, and for talking to you like this. But that's my thing. My sometimes annoying demeanor bothers the heck out of most people older than myself, but that's my strategy. Amethyst may be the Tactician in the Gems, but I myself have a couple skills a successful tactician needs, though Amethyst outdoes me in most cases. So, while I'm probably supposed to wait (and forgive me for talking so much, you seem to be a bit more furious; try and lay a hand on me and I could shout 'molester'), I shall be swinging this pendulum back and forth." One of her favorite methods of psychology and fortune telling, hypnotism didn't work like you'd see in the movies, but it moved in certain formations, based on the questions you asked, and based on what your self-conscious answered. Gale could ask herself if she hated the color pink, and the pendulum would move left-to-right, indicating "no". Up-and-down was "yes"; a clockwise motion meant "I don't know" and a counterclockwise motion meant "I can't answer this". An interesting thing, hypnotism...

(Honestly trying not to bash the other characters; Gale's stubbornness just makes her say these things sometime O.o I read the whole post, and even looked back to it while typing this up. So I hope I got everything this time...)

Alter Ego
November 25th, 2008, 7:48 AM
"I shall aspire to motivate." Parse replied neutrally, resisting the urge to give a 'told you so' as she jotted down a highly disapproving note next to 'Sapphire' on her list, calmly rising up from her seat, luggage in tow. She had expected as much from her experiences of the meeting. Groups of people were very much like little packs of Poochyena, banding together out of weakness and cowardice but still insisting that they had the fundamental and irremovable right to do as they pleased. This was particularly true for people who thought they were something very special indeed like the gems did. The only way to control them and keep their little snouts pointed towards the same goal was firm and constant discipline, an understanding that there was only one will to be heeded in the group and that it was most certainly not theirs. Mika had slacked right from the get-go, and her pack had reacted immediately. And now...the Amethyst suppressed a tired sigh as she took her seat, immersing herself in her note block, now she would have to clear the mess her juvenile 'superior' had made of it. But then, she conceded, that was what she had been to this organization in the first place; a big bad biatch to keep their little mutts in check. And she was good at what she did.

"What of Opal and Diamond?" she inquired casually, eyes not leaving the note block, "They also failed to arrive at the rendezvous point and I don't recall any excuse for their absence. Are they to be considered AWOL or has there been a change of plans?"

At the back of her mind, she couldn't help hoping for the latter. In this team of theirs, there were plenty she couldn't think of as anything but needless distractions and dead weight, and the pint-sized little bundle of joy and her hapless keeper were certainly at the top of that list. Children...whoever thought of letting little children into a mission like this in the first place? She had long marveled at the results the G-men had managed to produce, in spite of all the incompetence and needless sentimentality within their system, but the more she discovered about the Rocket organization, the less reason she found to be impressed by either of her current employers.

'Idiots...' she couldn't help thinking, softly shaking her head in thought, '...I'm surrounded by idiots.'

November 25th, 2008, 12:43 PM
The eyebrows on Aidan's face faintly lifted as the Emerald announced that Sapphire had decided to embark on a personal excursion and would not be joining the team until the group arrived at Saffron. So much trouble early on . . . I didn't exactly expect everything to be smooth sailing, and I know the Gems are probably used to operating independently. But I sort of thought we'd be a little more professional--or at least not so close to open rebellion. With a resigned sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, Aidan commented, "Nothing to do about it now, I guess. At least we're not in a tight spot right now or something." As the too long-awaited train rumbled down the tracks toward the platform, one of the boy's eyebrows furrowed in either interest, amusement, or some combination of the two as he noted the tension with which Parse was writing. This must be driving Amethyst crazy . . . Heh. I guess even this little radar blip wasn't all bad.

The train ground to a stop. Adopting an appropriately uninterested expression, Aidan raised his arms and stretched a little. Then in a single movement he stood, picked up his backpack, and brought one of its straps to rest on his shoulder. Following Mysterica's lead, Aidan boarded the train. The Garnet found an empty seat near the front of the car and slid into it while simultaneously re-shedding his pack. Following an inquiry by the Amethyst and a relatively interesting call made by the Emerald, Aidan turned in his seat and rested one arm on its back.

"By the way, all," the Garnet addressed those present. "I figure that this is as good a time as any to introduce myself as Aidan. A formality, I'm sure, since everyone probably knows that by now. All things considered, though, it might not be too early to start getting used to the name, if you get my meaning."

November 26th, 2008, 7:07 AM
Sapphire had gone out on her own? Khael felt like face palming at the news. The mission had just been announced and already someone was going against orders. It was true they had nver really had to work as a team before...but had some of them already forgotten all the procedures and rules taught to them as Grunts in basic and field training? Who here is actually serious about this mission and who is just here because we have to? Khael wondered to himself. It seems like this is just something getting in the way of their previous freedom to do whatever they pleased. Not something their rank obligates them to do. I mean, if you weren't willing to do the work you shouldn't have accepted the promotion. He was obviously a little annoyed, but he still managed to realize just how stupid what he thought was. Many of the people in Rocket weren't in it for the honor or recognition. They wanted power and money and access to all of the forbidden toys and rare Pokemon. It was a pay check for doing something that couldn't be done anywhere else. Take Seras, who would pay her as much as she gets for selling Pokemon on the black market besides Team Rocket?

Deciding not to about it any more for now, Khael boarded the train just as Aiden was giving his mini speech. "Aiden has a good point, we don't exactly want to go around all the world calling each other by our Gems. You never know who's listening." Sitting in a seat across from Mysterica, as he knew Kisa might try and go over there to play, Khael set the sling bag on the seat next to him and stuffed his luggage up top and out of the way. "And for all of you who don't know, my name is Khael." He bowed his head slightly before taking his seat again where Kisa promptly crawled into his lap where the sun was shining and now warming her. She gurgled happily. "Sleep tight my sleepy Skitty." Khael mused quietly to her. She was in a phase where she enjoyed mimicking people and other Pokemon and if he had to guess, she was a Skitty laying in the sun right now.

Khael looked out towards the aisle again as if expecting someone else to say something. He noted Parse's fervored notes in her note block, getting a slight kick from the fact she was so disgruntled over Sapphire's absence. Oh Lugia would she be fun to mess with on this trip...

November 30th, 2008, 5:43 PM
Mika payed no attention to what was going on in the room for as long as she could but when Parse directly addressed her, for what it was worth anyways, she couldn't sit by any longer and pretend that the rest of the little gamble of squabbling toddlers didn't exist. Tilting her head back, she rubbed her eyes slowly before letting her hands fall with a flop to the chair. Inwardly grimacing, she turned towards the gamble, cleared her throat as she stood up and lifted a finger towards Aidan, "He's right. From now on, address everyone with their proper english name. People know who the gems are, that's thanks to propoganda put out by the Pokemon GMen, and we don't want the public to panic at the sheer site of us or at least the mission requires such." Shaking her head, she placed the back of her right hand on her hip and poked at her forehead, "I know some of you enjoy people being afraid of us but the point is to blend. You're all gems which means if you get captured you go directly to the hidden base under the Pokemon League Stadium and you do not want to go there." Her hand dropped, swinging weakly, her gaze stronger than before, "Trust me on that one. Now, you can call me Mika or Mysterica if you feel you must be proper but to be honest, I don't see myself as some sort of all powerful leader. I can't do these on my own and neither could any of you." An eerily cheery grin spread across her face, "As for Opie and Dia, Sonee's grandfather has fallen rather ill and she is the only one who can tend to him not to mention Opie is packaged together with Sonee. She may be young but that little girl is a former Elite Pokemon Ranger. She's more powerful than you'd think. Regardless, if he recovers, they'l join us later." Sitting back down, she crossed her legs and went back to her book, looking over at the sleeping Togepi for a moment before she let out a heavy sigh and fished out her pokegear, staring at it for a moment before she let it fall and flicked a page, Might as well get this chapter done before we hit station.


Raven couldn't help a smirk. Oh he loved little stubborn children. They were so much fun to play with. She thought he was furious. Oh quite the opposite. He was amused. And amusement was much more entertaining than anything else for him. Turning his back, he placed the briefcase in his hands onto the chair for a moment, all but ignoring her little rant about a pendelum as he fished around for the item that would make this game oh so much more amusing. Mika had asked him to equip the girl with a similar item but after hearing her declare such boisterous independance, well, he couldn't help but want to have a little bit of harmless innocent fun until it was snuffed out. Such independance had its place in society but in the world of the Rockets or any organized system for that matter, it could get people killed. His smirk dissolving, he pulled the small and thin black bracelet and matching choker, which he had to admit wasn't bad looking with the blue pendelum shaped crystal hanging from it and he had Sonee to thank for that because he knew that men in his line of work had no sense of what looks good on a woman and yet holds the electronic capabilities he needed, and, hiding them in his arm, he turned towards Gale with a giddy slightly over the top smile, the items completely hidden from her line of sight whatsoever, "Well you seem to have me pegged and you certainly seem to be rather full of yourself but I'm afraid, you silly little girl, you forgot one very important thing." He leaned foward, his hand grasping her right wrist tightly, his lips settling just to the side of her ear, his breath close but there was no actual physical lips to ear contact, "You're dealing with the Rockets." In a quick unavoidable movement, he snapped the choker around her neck, pressing his finger against the fastening device, a small seal glowing under the pad of his hand as he pulled away, slipping the braclet onto her wrist as he did so, his gaze dark and any sign of happiness gone from his entire body.

"Only Mika or myself can remove those bands from you and until we do, every Rocket member alive will know you pissed me off." He tilted his head to the side, smirking softly, "Don't worry, they won't inhibit your abilities or anything but they do contain a locator device, incase you think it would be fun to run off on your own again, and the sapphire pendant is pure gemstone quality so it won't be unattractive to the public eye. Be a good little pet and stay with your team and the collar and bracelet will come off before your first little segment in this little mission is complete, okay? Hopefully this little lesson won't be too painful for you but I hope you're realized, little girl, that you are no longer the sole person responsible for your wellbeing. You had Mysterica quite worried and that is something I will not tolerate under any circumstances." Waving, he turned, exiting the building before his temper boiled over. Slamming his fist against the wall and leaving a rather nice sized dent, he couldn't help a low growl. Such absolute insubordination and defiance... this was turning into a sick version of that place and he knew, he knew she couldn't handle a repeat of that. His gaze yellow and blazing, he couldn't help one last glance from the window before walking forcefully towards the Silph Co building, mumbling to himself, "If any of them turn out that that witch I'll kill them myself. I'll kill them myself."

[:3 sorry for the delay, I had limited internat at my gma's]

November 30th, 2008, 6:42 PM
Gale winced when the man had whispered in her ear with his warm, moist breath. By the time she had stopped wincing, it was too late. The choker was around her neck and the bracelet on her left wrist. Though it didn't seem like a bad thing. Both were very fashionable, and Gale could use the jewel from the choker to pick at plastic with its sharp points if she couldn't do it with her teeth. Gale then stopped fantasizing about the possibilities when she heard the man speak again.

He spoke to her in what seemed to be a gruff voice. He told her that every Rocket would know she had pissed him off, and that a tracking device was embedded within the jewelry. He also mentioned something about him or Mika being able to take both off. Not wanting to say she actually liked the accessories (she wanted them, just without the tracking device), Gale kept her mouth shut and continued listening to the man. He said something about her being a "little girl" which annoyed her, but she knew if she said even one word about it, the man would probably lecture her some more, and she wasn't in the mood for that. She continued listening; he said something about a "Mysterica" being very worried and that he didn't tolerate it. Finally, he got up and walked away, leaving Gale on her own.

"So, the thing's in Viridian, I believe? Now, what should I do?" Gale pondered out loud. She tried to recall if the man had given her any specific instructions on what to do. She didn't know if his waving at her (or so she thought) meant for her to follow him, or if he were just saying "goodbye". Gale was never one to judge seemingly strict people, especially a big man like him.

"Heh, they're all mad at me, I bet. This'll probably go down in the records, if there are any," Gale muttered looking towards the floor. It had been a while since she had done something like this. At some point she had joined a pharmacy in Goldenrod's underground-like area just to gain some money, but once she had gone off on her own, and it had cost her. No one could ever really trust her, so Gale thought she would've been used to it by now. But being in such a high rank of the Rockets, though not the best, you wouldn't have expected it from her now. Sighing, she began nodding off to sleep. She would every minute flick herself to stay awake, but didn't know how much longer she could do so.

(Yeah... I didn't know if by waving he wanted Gale to follow or what, and if she was to stay in Saffron or report to Viridian (it was Viridian, right?). It wasn't exactly clear to me ><')

December 2nd, 2008, 6:26 AM
Ignoring the tactician’s subdued notion, Seras proceeded to await the arrival of their transport, only to see Emerald then relieving herself from the platform seat and into the confines of the arrived train’s, the tactician, illusionist and hot shot soon following after. Praising the overdue arrival, the hunter secured her belongings and stepped off the platform before taking a seat of her own in the opposing end of the carriage. Despite the brief relief, her mood had not changed. They were all still kids and she wanted nothing to do with them. Diamond and Opal’s absence only supported her conclusion. Besides, their mission was simple enough to accomplish even for a lone gem, so she felt no need to cooperate with the others in any way. That was the case until Emerald’s announcement.

If she couldn’t handle the burden herself, relating to the rest of them as of equal calibre was a serious mistake. Sure, she acknowledged them for their specialties’ prowess but she still deemed the lot of them incompetent, especially in behaviour, although admittedly, her cold indifference could also be seen in the same light. However, there was now some reasoning behind Diamond and Opal’s current absence, whatever excuse Seras had been expecting having otherwise been chewed up and served alongside their respective pokemon.

That said, another matter came to light.

It appeared their current aliases were to expose their identity, especially those on the lookout for and in pursuit of the collected jewels. In all her years of Rocket-ing and having ascended to the pinnacle of hired status, not once had she addressed another by their given and inherited names. Not even the big man himself, although much more flattering titles had been employed instead. Regardless, it appeared she had little choice in the matter but she’d be damned to a ghastly’s grave before she acknowledged another’s true name. Fortunately, talking wasn’t one of her favoured pastimes and she resolved to get through the mission with as little conversation as possible.

As the transport dove into light from the facilities’ underground railway, the pokemon hunter simply remained sitting in silence, feeling the warmth of the morning wash over.

Alter Ego
December 2nd, 2008, 10:11 AM
OOC: 'Kay, Mika told me to go ahead and have the train arrive so that is what I have done. All technical details confirmed from the official source. :3


"I never implied otherwise." Parse replied in her most carefully neutral tone as their leader - for reasons she could only imagine, though it was probably misguided maternal drive - went out of her way to defend the weakest links in their little gem chain. Seeing no reason to take the conversation further than that, she simply added a note on the matter next to both the gems' names, joining into the introductions once she was satisfied with her effort, "My street name is Parse, in case some of you failed to catch it during the meeting. Five letters, no complicated syllables, you've been managing 'Amethyst' so I am sure you will have no trouble remembering or using this one."

And with that, she considered her part in the conversation done, immersing herself in her notes once more.


The remainder of the journey was thankfully uneventful, no small feat given their little ensemble, and so the Amethyst was in a slightly better mood when the train eventually came to a halt at Saffron City station. This improvement in her mood did not make its presence made in her tone, however.

"Alright, listen up." the tactician, first person on her feet at the arrival, announced, "We are disembarking and switching trains to the Goldenrod express, platform G2. All of you scatter and make your way there independently. The time is now," she glanced at her watch, "10:30. The Goldenrod express will be departing at 11:00, so I will be expecting to see you all on site at 10:45, latest. Until departure, you are not to act as if you were a group under any circumstances. Do not interact, do not huddle together, and do not socialize. To anyone outside of our happy little family you must appear as complete strangers to each other." she hoisted her packing onto her back, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little runaway rocket to deal with. But remember," she cast a last, sweeping glance across the assembled gems, "10.45."

And with that, Parse strode off, disappearing into the crowd, notes still in front of her as she navigated the quickest possible path for herself to the platform, cycling through various potential punishments in her mind, including ones for the eventuality that the Sapphire wouldn't be there. The sight that met her at said platform was one that left her wondering whether she should have been pleased or pissed. Gale was there as ordered, but the way she had been accessorized made Parse want to inflict physical pain on someone. A collar with a blue crystal on it, was there any more obvious way of spelling out 'hey, Sapphire of the Rocket Gems here!' to the world? She knew well who in the organization favored this particular brand of punishment, and it did little to improve her mood. Their juvenile leader was reckless enough on her own without her ridiculously obsessive manslave drawing even more unwanted attention to the group.

Pushing the thought of this particular idiot out of her mind for the time being, the Amethyst snuck up on the idiot at hand instead, the latter apparently immersed in talking to herself.

"Gale, is it?" the tactician's tone betrayed nothing but glacial politeness as she clamped a rough hand on her junior gem's shoulder and forced the other's gaze to meet hers, "Did you have fun shopping?"

December 2nd, 2008, 10:42 AM
It seemed like an eternity since that man had left Gale sitting, waiting patiently in her spot as she possibly awaited certain doom. In her mind, she was thinking up ways of apologizing. She knew apologizing like a cute girly-girl would probably get herself killed, as with rudely apologizing. Gale never was one to apologize; she was too stubborn to do such a thing. She even LIKED the accessories given to her. Even if it meant that everyone would still think she was in trouble, she didn't care. But, she wanted the tracking device out so she could have freedom. And the only way to do that was to apologize in a certain manner that she'd be given that privilege.

Her thoughts abruptly came to a halt when she heard someone say her name. The next second, she felt a strong hand touch her shoulder. She didn't want to turn, in fear the person might punch her. She heard the person, a girl, Gale assumed, ask how her shopping went. A fearful gaze spread on her face, and she slowly turned to look into the eyes of the Amethyst.

Those eyes, how they pierced right through her skin! Whether the Amethyst spoke to her in a polite tone, Gale knew her senior was annoyed with her, and continued to stay still as stone for a few moments. At last, she built up the courage to smile casually.

"Yes, my name is Gale. And... What was your name again? I forgot," she said, an awkward smile replacing the one she had on a couple seconds ago. She turned around, and continued. "Forgive me, but I'm not too good with names other than my own. And you've probably noticed the collar by now, have you not?" She paused a moment to sigh. "My shopping did go well; I only wanted a couple Fire Stones and was able to get them, so now my Vulpix and Growlithe are evolved. Their marks still remain, unfortunately, but at least I can distinguish them from others." Gently letting the Amethyst's hand drop as she got up slowly, Gale looked yonder into the sunlight.

"By the way," she continued on, "do we have another meeting coming up? If so, where do we have it? I really don't want to get lost again." It felt as though she was being watched by an omniscient force, though it was most likely the rest of the Rockets, if there was a hidden camera embedded in her accessories as well. Or maybe they put a microphone in it so they can hear everything she said out loud. Gale was somewhat known for talking to herself, especially when it came to fortune telling. That usually annoyed others, but Gale was able to block out their annoyed feelings for her. She sighed, took one look at her senior gem, then turned back, staring at the sunlight as if she were waiting for it to end.

Alter Ego
December 2nd, 2008, 11:18 AM
"Well, isn't that nice." it would have taken a true fool not to notice the killing intent behind Parse's continuously friendly manner as the Sapphire elaborated on her little excursion, clearly attempting to sweet-talk her way out of the mess. As if countless grunts hadn't tried the very same strategy before her, "The name is Parse, if you would be so kind as to remember it, and we don't have any formal meetings scheduled right now, but I do have a little special assignment for you."

At this point, the tactician opened up one of the many pockets at the side of her backpack, procurring one of the rocks she used to keep her knives sharp from within. It was fairly smooth and pleasant-looking, but the shape was rather uncomfortable, just a little bit too large and wrongly formed to fit the palm of one hand, yet awkwardly small for two, "For the purpose of this assignment, this is your fire stone." she informed the girl, duly pressing the rock into her hand, "You have disobeyed orders of the highest level and disrupted an important assignment to obtain it, so it is obviously of outmost importance and must be protected at all costs. Because of this, I am hereby assigning you the task to look after the fire stone. You must personally carry it with you at all times and never entrust it to the care of anybody else. At 11.00 and every half-hour thereafter until further notice, I will expect you to come to me, in person, to report that you still have the fire stone in your possession. Furthermore, I may ask you to show me the fire stone at any time and expect to see it within five seconds of asking when I do. And now, just to make sure that you are absolutely clear about how important this is," she leant in closer, lowering her voice a little, "If you mess any of this up. If you miss a single report even by a second, then Arceus help you you will find out precisely why they call this," she raised her noteblock demonstratively, "my 'deathnote'." pulling back from the junior gem, Parse reverted to back to her casual voice, "Oh, and you are on latrine duty for this month, by the way." she added off-handedly, "And despite the extremely important assignment you have just been given, I expect you to give your all with this task. Do I make myself clear?"

December 2nd, 2008, 6:26 PM
As the other Gems gave their input to the conversation, Aidan listened attentively, occasionally nodding in apparent understanding and interest. Once everyone had fallen quiet, the trainer faced back forward and made a mental review of everyone's names before realizing that Amber had not given her name. Come to think of it, I've never heard her use anyone else's real name either . . . Not that I've really interacted with her that much. Still, it's interesting. Even Parse found a nice, abrupt way to give her name. The Garnet considered glancing back at Seras, but decided not to give any indication he was giving the issue any further thought.

Aidan closed his eyes, settled back, and spent the rest of the trip mulling over the circumstances of Diamond and Opal's withdrawal from the mission as well as whatever personality traits he had been able to observe from his teammates. Once it began to stream through the windows, the sunlight was a comfortable change from the cold darkness of the train tunnel, but the male was careful to prevent himself from relaxing too much. He could act casual and unguarded if he wanted to, but he could not afford to let a moment of carelessness be taken advantage of by a foe . . . or ally.

After the train reached its destination, Aidan opened first one eye, then the other. Well that wasn't so bad. Reaching for his bag, he glanced back toward Parse as she began to speak. Once the Amethyst finished giving her directions, Aidan gave a half-nod--deciding he might as well start the "no talking to other Gems" policy now--donned his backpack, and vanished into the crowd that had started to assemble by the nearest exit.

Upon emerging onto the platform, Aidan swept his gaze briefly over the area before making his way to a nearby board upon which was printed a station map. His azure eyes--almost glowing in the sunlight--ticked from point to point on the image, flicked toward an electronic display of train departures and arrivals, and made a quick pass over the people nearby. Aidan tapped the shoulder of an elderly woman beside him. "Excuse me, ma'am. Do you know how to get to the platform for the next train to Celadon?"

The woman looked up. "Celadon?" She mused for awhile, peered at the board, and resumed pondering. After about half a minute her expression grew less intent, and eventually all signs of thought vanished from her face entirely.

"Ma'am?" Aidan gently prompted. Don't tell me she . . .

The lady turned back toward the boy. "Yes, young man? How may I help you?"

With a gentle laugh, Aidan asked, "Do you know how I can reach the platform for the next train to Celadon?"

"Why of course," the woman replied promptly. "Once you round that corner . . ." She pointed. "You should see a set of escalators. Go up one floor, take a left, and keep going. When you see the sign with the big blue "G" on it, you're there. Celadon trains always leave from the G platform."

"Thank you, ma'am." Aidan smiled. "Have a nice day." He turned and made his way toward the area the woman had indicated. As he walked, the boy avoided the brightest patches of sunlight, mostly favoring the partially shaded areas of the station. His shadow was not exactly a sun-loving creature. During the escalator ride to the next floor, the Garnet checked his watch. 10:36. I should be fine.

Since, at least for the moment, he supposedly had no form of association with the other Gems, Aidan did not bother to look for them on his way to the set of G platforms. As practiced as he was with controlling himself, he did not want to risk unconsciously betraying anything. Only once he arrived at G2 did the boy look around at the other people present. His manner was that of a lone traveler curious about the strangers about him. Looking up at the station clock, Aidan almost smiled. 10:41. Let's hope Parse's watch isn't five minutes fast.

December 4th, 2008, 10:46 PM
ooc: Forgot to get on train post, so I'm going to say I was bunnied, dropping my thought here now. If that isn't alright, by all means I will change and try not to do it again.

Rhinestone thought carefully throughout the trip over what Mika had said. Surely the others knew their names right? And of course the gems were feared widely. So where was the problem? We had better get smarter if we are not good enough by ourselves. Who knows what may happen. Any of us could get captured or killed, Rhinestone thought sourly. We need to work together, but we also need to be able to be independent. He was brought back to reality by Falyn waking up groggily. She fell off his shoulder and landed in his lap, looking up at him. She cocked her head at him lazily, winking, then looked out the window. Neru rolled his eyes and shifted his weight a bit in his chair.

Upon arrival at their destination, Neru put Falyn in his pack gently so she could sleep for a while longer. Lazy creature, he thought fondly. Neru took a few moments to get his bearings off the train. Why did I even bother memorizing the locations of everything interesting around Saffron? There isn't much here anyway, and the whole place is kinda lame. At least there is a computer store though. Neru walked out of the station and traveled to the computer store. He examined their most recent discoveries, laughing silently at their weak new technology that was really only a minor tweak in the chips. Pathetic. I was building better when I was seven. And that was with inferior materials. They should really get some people who don't suck at this.

Neru toyed with the idea of installing his new virus, but decided not to. I should probably ask Mika. She will know how to use it best. Rhinestone instead opened a drawing program on one of the computers in the area. He drew a quick picture of a Flareon fighting a Jolteon. The Flareon was in the background using Flamethrower on the Jolteon. The Jolteon, in the foreground, only partially dodged, getting hit by the attack on it's back two legs. The Jolteon was yelping, but also attempting a Thundershock on the stationary Flareon. When Neru finished, he made it the background on the computer. A second later a kid of around seven walked up to the computer. The kid stared at the background for a minute before saying, "Nice picture. I wonder where they got it." Neru laughed under his breath and left the computer to go look at software, the child left examining the violent picture. Again, there was nothing of importance. How long would it take them to find smart technicians? Any one of the Rocket technicians could best this programming in usability, or hacking it.

Neru silently stalked out of the "technology" store and went back to the train station. He arrived early enough that he had time to let Pig out for a while. He held his furry friend and fed him some special snacks. They're supposed to be bad for him... but Pig deserves the good food. He's so smart and cute! Neru continued thinking to himself without allowing his facial features to show anything of the like. Neru put Pig on the ground and had him run around for a little while, bothering some people and entertaining others.He returned Pig to his Pokeball and waited patiently to see if anything would happen, as things often did around the gems, before they all got on the train.

December 12th, 2008, 10:51 PM
Every little word, every little cocky arrogant little word, a perfect textbook example of earned flawless confidence, that came out of Parse's mouth; it was starting to grate on Mika's nerves and she wasn't entirely sure while for awhile. Normally this sort of thing didn't bother her. She didn't mind sharing control, it created a check and balance system or in theory it did anyways, and it gave her more freedom to be herself instead of being some sort of leader constantly but something, something about Parse was just starting to bother her. It was hitting something deep, something she couldn't quite put a finger on, until Parse explained just how simplistic her name was. Her eyes snapping open, the girl stared straight ahead, the light fog over her memory lifting for just a moment.

"My street name is Parse, in case some of you failed to catch it during the meeting-"

"My name's Maxie, incase you missed it earlier. Real simple, you won't be able to forget it.

A smile.

A hand shake.

The happy coos of a happy crobat

A purple hand, a black hand

One hand.

Quietly, she inhaled a groan before it could leave her lips by raising a hand to cover her right eye for just a moment, her left eye, hidden from view thanks to the placement of the hand, wincing for a moment. Looking up at the blasted ticker that said over and over that they would soon be arriving at Saffron City, please make sure you have all your bags scrolled across in a marquee moving just a little too fast, she dropped her hand, grasping her back in it tightly. She needed air. She didn't pay one second of attention when Parse went into her spiel about not talking to eachother, (What were they, four year olds? That was common sense. If the group was dumb enough to talk to eachother, then maybe they trully did need help) but keyed herself in long enough to hear the 'check-in' time. Checking her pokegear, she knew she only had ten minutes or so but then again, she was the leader of this little bundle of disaster, she could be late. Parse could take any complaints and shove it, she needed to get out of this for just a moment before she boiled over. Breaking into a dash, something people in this station often saw as there was often a two minute pause between trains, she shoved through the crowd, giving not a word or glance to anyone on her team, until she reached the women's restroom, taking the stall in the back and slumped against the wall, her head clunking lightly against the tile of the wall, her shoulders relaxing at the coolness of the tiles. Her left knee bent, her right leg extended, her foot flopping to the right as her body calmed down, her breathing evening out. Rolling her head once, she let out a heavy sigh as her gaze caught her palms, upturned in her hands. Why, why do I feel like this? Anger pooling over into her balled up fists, she slammed her left hand into the cool white tiles, a little trickle of blood dripping as she pulled her hand, and herself up. Shaking it off, she slipped off her glove and, ripping a section of her shirt, tied a makeshift bandage around it before sliding her glove back on. Just calm down. Closing her eyes, she quickly changed her outfit, dropping the previous outfit into the trash on the way to the sink. Pulling a black handled hairbrush from her backpack, she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and brushed it rather quickly before throwing it up into medium high pigtails, the blue bangles on her wrist jingling as she secured the thick hair with an elastic band.

The attire change was rather drastic but it drew attention away from her hand. She didn't need anyone asking unwanted questions. She'd gone from simplicity to a pair of black somewhat low rise jeans and a blue form fitting t-shirt with an elegant dragonair pattern coiling in its design from the small of her back around to her front. She still wore her black boots but she'd changed to blue knee-high socks and added a set of blue gradient bangles to each wrist, over the black gloves. It was cute and it made her appear a tad bit more like her actual age. It wasn't really becoming of a rocket team leader but this was her intention, she wasn't supposed to look like someone suspicious, right? Might as well look cute. Slinging her backpack back over her shoulder, she made sure she still had everything she needed before exiting the restroom, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. She wasn't thinking about what had happened anymore. No more time for memories.

Mika stepped up to the platform at 10:56 noting that everyone aside from her had already arrived obviously on time from the startled expressions, [thank Lugia], and looked down towards where the train would be coming from, tapping her foot rather impatiently, inwardly smirking at Parse's probable distaste that she wouldn't dare show. There was no way Parse would call her out on her lateness right now, not without breaking her little rule on the no speaky to the teamy [but from the look on Gale's face, Parse had already broken that rule.] and it was oddly amusing to think if Parse would bring it up at all. ...I guess I'm still in a mood. Heh... Let's see how the princess reacts to someone she can't touch breaking her little rules.

December 16th, 2008, 9:41 PM
It seemed Ivanhov wasn’t bluffing when he designated the role of leader amongst Emerald, Amethyst and Jade, the tactician dutifully stepping up to direct the team on their way upon arriving in Saffron. Feeling the warmth of the morning flicker through the filtered station cover, the pokemon hunter rocked in place to brace the forced stop. Then slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Seras heeded the other girl’s command before stepping onto the first available platform of the multi-tiered station. Holding a spread hand over her face to deflect the invading light, Seras peered through squinted eyes to survey the capacity of her current location. And in all honesty, she was quite impressed. Saffron station was much grander than she had expected, although it being her first time in the city contributed to her initial awe.

Staying aloof however, took priority over sightseeing, so mustering a casual stride, she made her way into the crowd, eyeing the platforms lining the station, a blue “2G” marking her next destination. Spotting the azure lined pillars across the tracks and a floor above, the hunter narrowed her eyes into the closest map-marker for reference. At that point, she was abruptly shouldered by a suit wielding square-framed glasses, a leather-tanned briefcase and a comb over worthy of making baldness attractive, even more so than usual. Apologising apathetically, the middle-aged man sauntered away but not without a second glance. Eyeing his curiosity, she watched on through dangerously sharp eyes as he politely mustered the courage to approach her feigned interest in the station floor plan.

“A-Are you lost, Miss?”

Recoiling in mental disgust, Seras simply pursed her lips as her eyes flattened over the stranger, before then striking the board in one quick flex of her index finger, a random platform struck just under her fingertip. Glancing up at the marked location, the man proceeded to sweat bullets as he stammered in addressing the female. “I-I could take you there, perhaps? M-Miss?”

The pokemon hunter merely paused to feign interest in the offer before simply turning away and moving onto her actual destination. Striding through the massing crowds, her shoulders striking those stubborn enough to not move out of her way, Seras finally arrived on the next floor, her jacket strewn and backpack hanging off her raised elbow. Glancing across the sea of passengers, she spotted a shaded pillar and took temporary refuge underneath its cover, the time it took her well within Amethyst’s set schedule.

Alter Ego
December 18th, 2008, 1:09 PM
Content that she had gotten her point across, Parse didn't press her junior gem further, though more out of a desire to avoid additional attention than out of any particular notion of kindness, settling down on the bench and immersing herself in the note block once more. She made a show of sketching out the station scenery, jotting down inane little remarks here and there around the sketch for the benefit of potential onlookers while discreetly scanning the crowd for further arrivals.

Fortunately, her orders seemed to have been taken seriously at least. Starting with the ever-slick Garnet, one gem after the other made their entry, all well on time. Except...the Amethyst took considerable care to erase out a good portion of her sketch as the dark look briefly crossed her countenance. All except for Emerald, and judging by the overdone lack of worry in the manner of their alleged "leader", this was quite clearly a purposeful ploy. The tactician contained the urge to roll her eyes at such childish antics, merely jotting down a quick note on the matter on her note block. She had good reasons to dislike impudent little children, and the more of Mika's behavior she witnessed, the more she was reminded of them.

January 4th, 2009, 6:37 AM
The train arrived shortly after and without any sort of commentary, slipped an ear bud from her music player into her ear and squeezed through the crowd mobbing the entrance to the train. Sitting in the far back corner, she leaned against the window, her hand cradling her chin, her eyes half shut. It was only a twenty minute ride, with stops, and honestly, it was the part of all this she hated the most. The constant motion on something that wasn’t a pokemon…it didn’t sit well with her. Slipping the sweatshirt off her waist, she slid her arms into it, wrapping them around herself for the briefest of moments before she reluctantly broke the warm self hug to fish around in her pocket. She had to send out the message, so she wouldn’t have to talk on this stupid train ride. Her fingers adequately running of the keys of her PokeGear, she set out a basic message to the rest of her group, to whatever device they carried on them. Underground, Goldenrod when train arrives. Letting the phone fall back against her sweatshirt, she tucked her arms around herself and tried to somewhat doze the remaining duration of the trip, ignoring the growing ache in her head. When the train finally stopped, she nearly fell flat onto her face when she tried to stand up. Stumbling, rather pathetically, she pulled herself somewhat together and by the time she got to the train platform in Goldenrod, was looking like a normal person. Stretching out, she rocked back and forth on her heels a few times and walked in the general direction of the Underground, the southern entrance by the Casino.

Someone was following her. Opening an eye, she sighed, ignoring it for a little while until it became obvious, somewhere between the Casino and the Underground Entrance, that the person wasn’t going to stop. Digging in her heels, she stopped, her right eye opening lightly, “…Want to explain why you’re following me? Ghgn…” Scratching the back of her head, she scoffed, opening one eye in annoyance, “Seriously. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“…Don’t go on this mission. You’ll find more than you think you will.”

“…Oh really now? ” Her hand planted on her hip, annoyance starting to flood her attitude, “And just what, your highness, would I find that I don’t think I’ll find, mmm?”

“A broken cave, the littered remains, the look of that day and the reunification of the Three. All the things you want so desperately forget… All of the pieces of the stained glass window will fall into place and the power the moon child tried to grasp will come to this world. Your eyes betray your soul, your heart betrays your mind. You will bring calamity to your team, to the very ones you so desperately want to stay with. Heed my warning, foolish Chosen.”

Mikafloof! W-wait for me!
You’re not half bad, for a loli brat.
…there is something within you, something I can’t ignore.

Images of that place flashed through her mind like a ticker on crack. Wincing lightly, a hand reached to her forehead, the pain in her head increasing momentarily. Something, something he’d said, that idiotic voice, had made her remember. A shuddered dripped over her body but when she turned, as she’d expected, there was nothing. Rubbing her forehead, she shook off the eerie feeling and the creepy male voice as some sort of a bad cosplayer with some mental need to freak people out, and slipped into the Underground, waiting in the corner across from the Poke Massage booths, sitting on the floor, cross legged, with some sort of map infront of her. Nibbling on her thumb, she skimmed through the pages of what seemed to be a floor plan of some sort and waited for others to showing up. As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t do this whole tactician thing. Guess I’ll have to actually let Parse order me around…within certain boundries. Squawking lightly, she messed up her hair before prodding the map with a finger, her voice just above a whisper but the tone still slightly frightening, “You…sir, are mean and nasty and difficult to work with.”

January 11th, 2009, 6:55 AM
Between the buzzing in Khael's pocket and Kisa poking at the buzzing device with a bright eyed stare, there was no way in hell that Khael was going to stay asleep for the rest of the train ride. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes with the annoyance that comes from your sleep being interrupted by non natural causes, Khael fished out the PokeNav from his jacket and checked the new message from Mika. 'Underground, Goldenrod when train arrives.' The Underground was easy enough, the entrance was in a building behind the train station--probably not even a five minute walk depending on the crowds today. You never knew when the department store would holds one of its surprise mega-sales and all the trainers and collectors and breeders would crowds the streets just to get their place in line. It was insane on those days and Khael absolutely hated going out in them.

The train was finally coming to a stop and Khael quickly grabbed his things and got off the train as soon as Mika had gotten off and gained some distance. He walked out the doors of the station, shielding his eyes against the sun before looking around at the city. It was huge, much like Celadon, with its large buildings and multitudes of people, both citizens and tourists alike. Kisa was fascinated by the city, jabbing her little arm at anything tall or with an extravagant sign and mewing until Khael told her what it was and anything he knew about it. She liked the Radio Tower the best because of how tall it was and the large antennea adorning it. If he could read her mind, she was probably thinking how much she wanted to be a Mankey and go climb it so she could go see the entire city from there.

Khael gave the tiny Togepi a smile and walked down into the Underground where the rest of the team would gather. Pausing a minute to adjust his eyes to the darkness, Khael walked over to Mika, and letting Kisa down with the orders she couldn't go away from him or Mika, playfully grinned at the girl who seemed so intent at the map. "You know," Khael trailed off as he crouched beside her, "It would probably work better if you held the map right-side-up." He contained his laughter into a grin as he watched her.

January 24th, 2009, 12:21 PM
As the train arrived at the platform, Aidan shouldered his bag and checked his watch. "Right on time." Without even a glance at the other Gems--or anyone else, he boarded the train. Finding an open bench near the middle of the car, he seated himself. A moment later a young woman and child approached.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" the woman asked, indicating the place beside Aidan.

Aidan smiled. "No. Would you and your daughter like to change that?"

Sitting, the woman helped the girl onto the bench beside her. Looking back at Aidan, she returned his smile. "Thanks."

"My pleasure. Are the two of you visiting Goldenrod to see the sights?"

"Actually, that was why we came here to Saffron. We live in Goldenrod," the lady explained.

"Oh, nice. First time to Saffron?"

"I've been here a couple times on business, but this was her first time." Looking down at the girl, the mother brushed a few strands of brown hair back from the child's face. "We also visited Celadon, which was a lot of fun. Wasn't it, honey?"

The child nodded enthusiastically before turning to look curiously at Aidan. He tilted his head and gave a friendly smile. "Hey, my name's Jonathan. What's yours?"

The girl tugged on her mother's sleeve and stared up into her face. With a quiet laugh, the woman pet her daughters head. "Her name's Sarah, and I'm Maria. It's nice to meet you, Johnathan."

"Likewise to both of you, though you can call me John."

The dialogue was interrupted by the beeping of Aidan's Pokenav. Slipping the device out of his pocket, the Garnet flicked its lid open and briefly checked the message sent by Mika. He closed the Pokenav. "Sorry about that--message from a friend."

"It's not a problem. Are you a Pokemon trainer?"

"Ah, you mean this?" Aidan held up his Pokenav. "Used to be, but now my Pokemon are just companions for me. I still like updating my gear when I can, though, you know?"

The rest of the trip was spent in pleasant conversation between "John" and Maria, though occasionally Maria was able to draw a sentence or two from her bashful offspring. Aidan, meanwhile, wove lie after lie into a neat little life story. Eventually the conductor announced the train's arrival at Goldenrod station, and the teenager picked up his backpack from the ground. Once the train pulled to a stop, he and Maria stood, followed by Sarah after a little prompting. Taking Sarah by the hand, Maria led her toward the door of the train. "It was nice talking to you, John. Since this is your first time leaving Kanto, you should be sure to visit the Radio Tower. It's one of Goldenrod's--and maybe Johto's--biggest landmarks."

"Thanks, I'll be sure to." Aidan waved a farewell to the pair, then exited the train himself shortly after. The warmth in his blue eyes faded as he cast a glance about the area. Spotting anything suspicious would be more difficult due to the crowd, but experience had taught him what to look for and that, particularly when entering a new area, he should make the effort to look for it. The Underground, huh? I guess Mika won't want us to be dragging our feet or anything. Well, I know at least one person who won't want that . . .

The trainer wove his way through the moving masses until he arrived at the entrance to the Underground, then descended the stairs into the halls below.

January 26th, 2009, 4:58 PM
Despite her anger towards her senior's approach towards her, Gale couldn't help but remain quiet the entire time. When the "fire stone" was shoved in her palm, she waited for her senior to leave her alone, then placed it in the deepest part of her sack. She noticed her train about to depart, but decided to keep her mouth shut for fear of being punished furthermore. She looked down at the sapphire on her necklace, and cradled it gently between her hands. It shone in the bright lights the station's train wielded, and she sighed.

If I was with my brother, I wouldn't have to tolerate this much stress, she thought. Although this is a great way for surviving on my own, it still is a bit hard on me. But I can't complain; being one of the youngest means being one of the ones no one would exactly listen to. She stared at the sapphire on her necklace again, then at her sack. It felt like the "fire stone" her senior, the Amethyst, had given her was emanating a strange light from the sack, but she could be wrong. After all, there were plenty of times where she was wrong. But Gale wasn't one to be at fault when it came to anything mystic. She was one to meditate in complete silence (with the sometimes abrupt disturbances coming from elsewhere), and practice her fortune telling methods each day. So if she felt something like this, most likely she wasn't too far off. It was probably something else in there, Gale finally decided.

As she noticed the train arriving in Goldenrod, Gale walked around and took her own tour of the station, but just for a few minutes. Not as big as she would've liked, but still a decent size. There were food courts for the hungry and thirsty ones, and restrooms for those weak in the bladder. Turning around to review the other side, Gale noticed a small news store or two which also had its own foodstuffs and refreshments, though they seemed more of the sugary sort. There were also restrooms over on that side, but that wasn't strange whatsoever. Sighing, Gale walked over to an empty bench, took off her sack, and sat down, placing the sack on her lap. She took one last look at the sapphire, then went back to daydreaming about her long-lost brother...

Her daydreams were stopped shortly after they begun, as Gale realized the other Gems were heading to what was probably the Underground. She immediately bolted after them, and then kept her distance from the rest. After all, she was not only forced to wear a tracker, but also hold onto a pathetic piece that senior of hers, that Amethyst, that Tactician, called a "fire stone". It was a bit humiliating, but Gale knew better than to complain. She headed through the mysterious doors and down the stairs to the Underground. She looked around, surprised at the many varieties the Underground had. She noticed the Emerald, another one of her seniors, at a massage booth. She thought of going there, but didn't want to be there when another one of her fellow Gems was. She chose to wait until the Emerald left, however long that might be...

(The period of time developed in my post starts in Saffron and goes on to Goldenrod, so Gale can at least get to the Underground.)

Alter Ego
January 30th, 2009, 3:17 PM
OOC: Took me far too long to get this one done. :<

Anyway, just to be perfectly clear on the matter: the 'fire stone' Parse handed out is a completely ordinary stone of the type used to sharpen knives on. No special qualities whatsoever involved, though Gale is of course free to imagine otherwise. XD


Parse's second train trip was largely uneventful, the tactician seizing the first available seat she came across and immersing herself in her notes, re-examining, reviewing, and plotting on them. The Emerald she had now crossed off as a lost cause, duly noting that the influence the spoiled little girl had on important decisions should be marginalized as far and as quickly as possible. She was impulsive, she was emotive to the point of being neurotic, and above all, she had the overall personality of a defiant adolescent. Simply put: she was irrational, and that was a trait she despised in allies and enemies alike. Rational people were easy to deal with. There were rules to how they thought and acted, and Parse was quite good at finding a way to make rules work in her favor, but with people like Mika? She had no doubt that she would make better progress trying to talk sense into a baby Slowpoke. And what's worse - thanks to Kain's interference, no doubt - she had not one child but two to mind. And to make things worse, they had already joined forces. She would have to find some way to get both back in line before-

A brief flicker of annoyance crossed Parse's face as she glanced at the message from their 'leader'. Unencrypted, sent down the public line instead of her 'work number', not even veiled in chatspeak. In short: free game for any two-bit snoop with even the slightest bit of technical knowledge and interest in the matter.

The cell was snapped shut with something of a half-slam, the tactician heaving an exasperated sigh as she rose up from her seat. If security protocol in the group really was this lax, she had to wonder why the G-men even needed a mole.


Parse's mood had not improved much by the time she arrived at the underground, just in time to witness the Emerald's latest display of ineptude, the tactician offering the curtest of nods in acknowledgement before walking up to Gale - who seemed halfway to cloud nine like usual - and abruptly grasping her shoulder, much like she had before.

"Fire stone." she whispered in her junior's ear, promptly releasing her shoulder and settling down to lean against a wall while she waited half for the Sapphire's impending rush to dig the rock up from whatever hole she had so foolishly hidden it in, half for the rest of the team to assemble so the next leg on their little journey could get started, her mind still working on the current main issue. How to find a way to keep both Mika and Khael from doing something stupid and messing things up? She would need a trigger that would affect both of them; it was the only way she could turn their mutual concern for each to work in her favor rather than against her.

It was at this part of the thought process that the currently free-roaming Kisa caught Parse's attention, her eyes lingering on the Togepi for a bit longer, a faint hint of what may just have passed for a smile crossing her features.

That might just work.

February 1st, 2009, 5:24 PM
The next train ride was as uneventful as the first, of course this time, she was surrounded by actual adults instead of a group of spoilt little children. To their favour however, she failed to recognise any of them among the travelling denizens of Saffron or tourists, so they were at least capable of making themselves inconspicuous when needed. If only they could pull off such a feat when within her presence as well...

It wasn’t long until their next destination rose over the passing hills in the distance, the city’s towering radio tower signalling their arrival. During the ride, the poor hunter had been subject to much harmless abuse in the form of engorged shoulder rubbing and rolling heads. Distancing herself from her seat to avoid such violation of personal space, she adopted a place in the carriage’s centre, her gloved hand wrapped firmly around the overhead rung. Of course, this exposed her to a wider array of unwanted physical contact with carriage hopping teens, balance challenged adults and the ever slow-paced seniors who looked for any reason to use her as a walking stick. So it was very much to her relief when the doors finally opened and allowed her to exit the train’s hellish confines and into Goldenrod’s station.

Admittedly, Seras found herself slightly off put by the sheer difference in capacity between the two magnet train cities. Saffron was imposing and compact yet on an obscenely large scale, the kind of environment she was used to. Goldenrod on the other hand was harmonious and widely spaced but within a much smaller plot of land, favouring a more simplistic urban lifestyle, something she quite personally despised. She just hoped the Underground was as cramped and shallow as she had remembered during her last visit.

Granted, Goldenrod’s Underground wasn’t her most favoured of trading places, seeing as how most of the citizens were actually aware of the place and thought it an appropriate spot to sell their useless commercial wares, but every once in a while, she’d find a merchant worth dealing with. Her hopes fortunately, were answered in the corner of the winding tunnel that was the Underground markets. Unfortunately however, she had eyed several familiar faces upon entering, it appeared she wasn’t the first or only Gem to arrive.

Deciding it best to continue ignoring them, she proceeded to her marked merchant, deciding then that if disturbed, she would simply lie about her situation.

“Ohoho!” rasped the cloaked vendor sitting idly on a single square mat, all sorts of bottles and containers littering its patched and disgustingly soiled surface, while a most sinister grin gleamed under his shadowed face, “What brings Darian’s little girl here?”

Retaining her usual silent stature, the hunter shouldered off her bag before retrieving several bundles of what appeared to be needles, or more specifically, static fur shed directly from her jolteon. At this, the man’s eyes lit up and his equally rugged hands reached out to caress the incoming goods. Having his moment with what appeared to be the man’s rendition of striking oil or finding gold, he quickly stuffed the bundles beneath his cloak before quickly striking several bottles from his patched mat into his hands, the sound of clashing glass echoing in the enclosed tunnel.

“So, how many stun spore would you like?” he jeered playfully, obviously happy to offer anything of value in return, “Or if you’d like, I’ve just received some more of that wonderful poisonpowder your grand pappy loves.”

Pursing her lips, the hunter simply raised two fingers and directed them to the bottled stun spore in the man’s hands.

“Right, right.” he smirked, handing over the containers, “’Your poisonpowder’s too potent’ right? ‘It kills faster than it immobilises’? Heheh...I guess that’s why Darian loved it so much.”

Snatching the bottles almost forcefully from his hands, she then held out her own, awaiting the last phase of their transaction.

“Oh dear, you don’t expect me to pay you as well, do you?” he laughed, submitting to her request regardless, “What a world we live in... Still, I’m happy to pay such a lovely young woman such as yourself, especially with that magnificent specimen of a jolteon you have. Tell me, how many more sheds can we expect from dear old Livole? One? Two more? If I recall, a jolteon’s fur can only grow back so many times young Maxy. I hope you’re not abusing the poor old thing.”

Complacent as he was, Seras maintained her disposition. Having received her payment, the hunter simply tucked the envelope away, along with her new samples of stun spore before turning away to leave. All that was left was to await further orders and to get away from the Underground as soon as possible.

February 18th, 2009, 8:40 AM
ooc: >> forking harddrive crash....


Something about this entire mission was starting to bother her and as she looked over the map for another moment or two before the girl reached out a hand and, not looking up, beckoned Parse over, pointing out a few locations on the map, “So here’s the basic scheme of things.” Her eyes glanced up at the rest of the group, “And before you whine at me about how unsecure this location is, we’ve used it for almost a decade, I don’t want to hear it.” The map itself was in a U-like box shape, with two long tunnels on the left and right and a smaller tunnel extending a few rooms in in the middle and stretching out as a single path towards nothingness or at least nothing on the map, “There’s a G-Men base outside the shrine we’re going to. It’s nothing too special, it’s only been around about a month but it’s going to be a bit of a pain. We’d have more detailed maps but…well… Neru decided to play Gem instead of doing his freaking job. He’s been replaced by his superior who wasn’t really on a mission like he led Kain to believe and his superior, the gem Topaz but you might actually have heard of him from his actual name Gareth, kicked his rear end into gear and he managed to get us this. In a way, we have a bit of a start but we’re still going in relatively blind. If you look here,” she pointed at a red box in each of the three rooms on either sides , “You’ll see the standard base security system the Global Police use, at the very least, to secure back rooms. In short, we need to split into two groups to get the stupid things activated to open up this room here. As you can see, we’ll meet up in this particular room so we’re only split up for a short amount of time. Parse, Gareth and I have run a base like this before and I seriously doubt anyone else here really has so I’m going to say he and I need to be the team leaders for this. You’re free to assign yourself and the rest of the group here to their respective groups within reason. Regardless, we’re dropping onto the base so if you’re all afraid of heights, I’m simply going to say I don’t care.” Sighing, she stood up, giving Parse room to plot, “Parse’ll explain who’s in either group once we get onto the helicopter which is in the normal spot just north of Goldenrod, in the eastern woods.” Stretching, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them, her gaze even cooler than before, "So go get changed into something uniform-like and go to the copter. Do not do anything out of the ordinary and if you're late to the chopper even though I'm giving you two hours to get there, I swear to Acerus I am going to thrash you into pieces. Dismissed." With that, she stood and exited, heading towards the entrance and up to the pokemon center.


"Here are your Pokemon back, they're all healed up! But you should go lay down, you don't look too good yourself!" The pink haired large-chested nurse bounced just slightly towards the girl, "At least go wash up a bit? You poor little thing...."

Rubbing the back of her neck, Mika couldn't help a light blush, "Ah Nurse Joy, I'm quite alright."

"If you're certian... Well...You just let me know if you need anything!"

"Heh heh, I will!" Waving over her shoulder, the girl slipped into one of the rooms for trainers to crash in and, after locking the door, unpacked the items she'd just pulled out of her item pc and layed them out before changing into one of the two outfits she'd withdrawn. Compared to everything else she owned, it was simple. A pair of black cargo pants, a black tank top and a pair of sturdy back boots all under a black leather trenchcoat with a weird zipper that zipped down as opposed to up and a pair of fingerless gloves. Tying her hair up into a tight high ponytail, she stood up, letting the hood of the coat fall to back and, making sure the second outfit was packed securely and her pokeballs were in tact, as well as the necklace around her neck, she slipped out the window so as not to be drawn into a conversation with the bubbly nurse and, with an hour and a half to spare, slipped across the rooftops elegantly until she'd gotten out of the city, the rush purifying her mind for the moment or at least numbing it for now and once she hit the forest, kept to the trees until she reached the helicopter, dropping down infront of it. Looking over her shoulder, she saw others starting to creep forward but, when she opened the heavy side door on the helicopter, saw that only he was actually on board. Setting her bag down across from him, closest to the cockpit on the same side as the door, she began to slip into the ridiculous amounts of saftey harnesses that came with a jumping pack, looking over her shoulder at him, "So how badly did you hurt him?"

* kayla
February 18th, 2009, 8:48 AM
OOC: Prepare for the application of awesomeness about the world's greatest buttface.

-Out of Character-

Name: I’m not spiffy enough to go by an internet alias anymore. Therefore, I r Kayla

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Gareth Thomas Patterson
Nick Names: Any nicknames will be met with a DEATHGLARE and promise of imminent demise.
Age: Eighteen
Location of Childhood Home: Mauville City
Gem Classification: The True Blue Geek – (Topaz)

-+- Pokemon:

Name: Azar
Type: Charmeleon
Distinguishing Marks? There’s nothing very distinguishing about Azar; she looks fairly run of the mill and average.
PERSONALITY: To be specific, Azar was probably reincarnated into the wrong body. Her demeanor hardly speaks highly of a pokemon with such lineage. She’s very quiet, terrified of water, and hates to stay in her cramped pokeball. You’ll frequently find her ejecting herself from it to have a look around, or just to escape the monotony. Despite exposure to both a Fire Stone and multiple opportunities, Azar absolutely refuses to evolve into her final form of Charizard, merely because she thinks that would make her too large to travel with Gareth anymore. Being that she originally belonged to someone else, her bond with Gareth is rather astounding.
History: A few years ago, when Gareth was first beginning his journey through Kanto, he came across a new trainer named Sosie who was originally in possession of Azar. The two became awkward friends when he saved her from drowning in a river after she unknowingly attempted to capture his Dewgong. They travelled together for nearly a year when they decided to go their separate ways. She bequeathed to him her beloved Azar, but refused to allow him to trade to her his Dewgong. Azar immediately took to Gareth, and she’s the only bit of Sosie he has left.

Name: Borealis
Type: Dewgong
Distinguishing Marks? Borealis’s horn is significantly longer than a normal Dewgong’s.
PERSONALITY: Very laid back, Borealis could be considered lazy. Gareth prefers to put it that the large pokemon merely bides his time, not preferring to waste energy on unworthy opponents. The truth of the matter is that Borealis is freakin’ lazy. Period. He’s become so complacent in the fact that he is Gareth’s oldest pokemon that he tries to be king of the entire lot. The only thing this one is king of is inactivity though.
History: Borealis was actually traded for early on in Gareth’s pokemon adventure. In exchange for the Mudkip that absolutely despised the boy, Borealis quickly bonded with his new master, and proved his immense loyalty when he protected Gareth from an attacking Tentacruel. There has actually never been a time when the Dewgong was not part of Gareth’s team, and as stated previously, loves to lord his self-imposed status of “most loved pokemon” to his teammates.

Name: Meeks
Type: Farfetch’D
Distinguishing Marks? One of the end of Meeks’s leek has actually been filed to a point, and he uses it to both jab at his opponents and to scratch drawings into the dirt.
PERSONALITY: With how serious Gareth is, one wouldn’t expect this absolute mess of a pokemon anywhere near his lineup. But Meeks carved his own niche in Gareth’s team quite soon after he was traded. Very dense and easily excitable, Meeks is normally the butt of jokes and made fun of constantly. However, whenever he thinks he’s being cast in a negative light, the Farfetch’D tends to bash people once or twice over the head with his leek, smiling and chirping afterwards. He has a drive to prove himself, but he needn’t try. The mere fact that Gareth allows such an odd and admittedly stupid pokemon on his team is enough to prove just how powerful and valuable Meeks actually is.
History: Trading pokemon was always something that Gareth enjoyed doing, but when he handed over his Spearow to the giggling little girl, he had no idea what he was in for. She’d only informed him that he was to receive a rare bird pokemon, and indeed, Farfetch’D are not at all that common. She didn’t, however, inform Gareth of Meeks’s … intellectual delays. The two could not be considered close, but Gareth is quite often entertained by Meeks’s antics; though he tries not to show it.

Name: Rire
Type: Plusle
Distinguishing Marks? Rire is slightly larger than the average Plusle, and has a red patch over her left eye.
PERSONALITY: At the beginning of their time together, Rire reflected her name absolutely perfectly. (Rire is the French verb “to laugh”. Get educated, pplz.) She was even partnered with a Minun named Crire. (To cry. Four years of French = not completely useless). The two were quite talented together, and were near mirror images of each other in personality. That is, of course, until Crire’s pokeball was stolen from Gareth. Since then, whenever Rire is released from her own pokeball, she always looks expectantly to her left, thinking that Crire is there to battle with her as well. Even though it’s been nearly two years now, she hasn’t quite realized that Crire likely may never return.
History: While on his way to return home to Mauville City, Gareth happened upon a Plusle and Minun pair playing leapfrog in the bushes. Not one to pass up his chance, and oddly enough, without an Electric pokemon in his arsenal, Gareth immediately captured them both and trained them to be a combative and well groomed double battle team. When Crire was stolen, he was infuriated that someone would interrupt his team like so.

Name: Uaithne
Type: Vibrava
Distinguishing Marks? None really. Uaithne is ordinary as all hell.
PERSONALITY: Uaithne is incredibly quiet, and mainly only does what he is told. He’s very much a loner of sorts, and is on shaky ground with he rest of the pokemon on Gareth’s team. They tolerate him because he offers quite a bit to the table, but don’t care for him because the loner attitude he puts on makes him appear arrogant and annoying.
History: While traveling Route 111, Gareth stumbled upon a rather annoying Trapinch. He wanted nothing to do with the creature, but it simply would not let he and his team pass. It forced itself into battle with his Skitty, but was quickly captured. Gareth had fully considered trading the Trapinch for some other pokemon, until he used it in a battle out of boredom to find that it was a tremendously smart and obedient creature. Using Uaithne quite frequently, the Trapinch quickly evolved into its current Vibrava form, and even though he is technically Gareth’s newest pokemon, it is one of his favorites for battle.

Name: Bleddyn
Type: Mightyena
Distinguishing Marks? The black fur along Bleddyn’s back is longer than most, and one of his ears has a slight nick in it.
PERSONALITY: When you need the job done, you call in Bleddyn. Aggressive and not the most enjoyable of teammates, Bleddyn knows how to get the job done. He happens to be Gareth’s most violent pokemon, but the sheer power of his Bite keeps him in the party. Otherwise, Gareth has admitted before, it’s likely that Bleddyn would spend the entirety of his life in the Box. There was a time when his trainer was actually slightly anxious that the large Mightyena would not obey him because of his aggressive and rageful nature, but thankful, that fear has been put to rest. While Bleddyn doesn’t always follow Gareth’s directions exactly, he gets the job done, and Gareth keeps him around.
History: While wondering through Hoenn, Gareth was quite literally attacked from behind by the spunky Poochyena. It’s a story that he will never tell, but his backside nearly became dinner for the growling mess of fur. It didn’t even take a battle to capture the young pup, but after consistently using him in battle Bleddyn sincerely proved his worth. He is most definitely not the most gentle of giants, but Gareth takes pride in the fact that he can keep such a violent pokemon in check.


Name: Aslynn
Type: Delcatty
Distinguishing Marks? Aslynn’s main body coloring is darker than most Delcatty’s.
PERSONALITY: Prim and proper, that’s Aslynn for you. She used to be a staple on Gareth’s team, but she was less interested in battling and much more geared towards contests, which was something that Gareth was not at all going to look into. Before putting her in the box, he did promise her that he’d get her a ribbon someday, but that he was going to get all his battling out of the way first. Very patient, Aslynn has absolutely no problem waiting, but if the need should arise for her to enter into battle, she’d do it in a heartbeat.
History: Gareth acquired Aslynn around the same time he did Bleddyn. The two were polar opposites, being in that they were feline and canine in origin, and in personality. Outside of battles, the two didn’t mesh well at all, and their endless bickering nearly drove Gareth insane. Shortly after Gareth exposed her to a Moon Stone causing her evolution, Aslynn became very interested indeed in Pokemon Contests. Because he had no desire for such at the moment, she’s residing patiently in his Box, waiting for him to keep good on his promise.

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Clear blue; rather plain, nothing absolutely remarkable about them.
Hair Color/Style: Dark cyan; falls down to his mid back, always held in a loose braid.
Height: Five feet; eleven inches
Weight: One hundred and forty-seven pounds
General Appearance: Gareth does not at all appear intimidating, and that’s the way he likes it. He enjoys catching people off guard with the power of his pokemon, and that tends to be one of the few times you catch a glimpse of anything besides annoyance on his seemingly stone-carved features. To possess such emotional control and physical ability in such an unassuming package is possibly his greatest asset.

Adventures, bby. Gareth’s normal gear is average and comfortable, really. (Notice a pattern here? Our lovely little buttface certain likes to appear very unassuming.) A pair of plain black pants hang on his hips, secured by a belt with a long silver chain connected to it. Hanging by specific intervals on the chain are his pokeballs, though he finds it much too bothersome to actually physically throw the balls, and merely calls for his pokemon when they are needed. A white shirt hugs his torso, covered mostly by the deep green jacket he frequently wears. The same black bandana that Sosie wore as a headband hangs from his neck; he never takes it off. He also always wears a pair of black gloves.


-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
+ very calm in difficult situations
+ follows orders without much resistance
+ strategic, thinks in very roundabout and awkward ways in battle
+ disdain for emotional outbursts and emotions in general
+ little remorse; as long he’s following orders, he doesn’t feel sorry for whatever it is he’s doing
+ not easily intimidated
+ very intelligent. Like, genius level.

- meeting Sosie again --- he’s a fairly different person than the one she left behind
- being without purpose
- his pokemon deserting him
- Azar, in particular, deserting him
- losing his cool in an emotionally heightened situation
Likes | Dislikes:
+ startling people
+ having purpose
+ his pokemon
+ solo missions

- failure
- outbursts
- Mika, (You annoy him. Deal. He wants to punch you in the mouth.)
- being undermined
- himself
- thinking about the big picture
- poison pokemon. They urk him. They’re all ugly.
Goals: Gareth doesn’t have any real goals, per se. He’s living for the moment and doesn’t give one spit about the future. Although he’d probably be ashamed of himself for all of eternity if Sosie were to ever find out what he’s been doing since she’s been gone. Though, if you really wanted to get technical, one would suppose his goal would be to fulfill whatever mission was set out before him.
Skills: Not only is Gareth good at what he does, he makes sure everyone knows it. He has a talent of getting the job done, no matter the cost. While not exactly being a true strategist, he thinks in such an elaborate and roundabout way that his battling frequently stumps people because they simply can’t make much sense of it. He can totally separate himself from the morality of his actions, which some may consider a skill.
Quirks | Habits: In general, Gareth makes it a rule not to reveal anything to anyone, but if one were to basically stalk him, they’d notice that whenever he’s near displaying any real emotion, he’ll reach up to his neck and adjust the bandana tied around it. He frequently cracks the knuckles on his hands, and never removes the gloves, no matter what.
Secrets: It’s not as if he wears those gloves for a fashion statement people. When he was younger, he held a Cyndaquil a little too tight. The poor thing ended up giving him second degree burns all over his hands, and while he still has fairly the same mobility in his fingers, they’re terribly scarred from the burns. He’s quite ashamed of them, and keeps them hidden. And he keeps his past with Sosie a secret as well. Nobody needs to really know that.
Reputation: To be honest, Gareth’s only reputation is as a force to reckoned with. Several of his colleagues find him to a freak, or truly evil, to be able to commit such acts without mercy or regret.
Personality: As a child, Gareth was, oddly enough, incredibly normal. He laughed, he cried, he stubbed his toes, what have you. He was just like anyone else. It was when his parents divorced that he closed himself off to most emotions. At nine years old, this is quite a feat, mind you. The way he saw it, the only thing they did was get you hurt in the end. And the only people that wouldn’t hurt you were your pokemon. Without even a goodbye to his mother and step-father, he left one day to begin his pokemon training. He didn’t much care which pokemon he received to start with, and when it didn’t like him and he didn’t care for it, he traded it quickly and without feeling even the smallest pricks of guilt. His emotions were reserved solely for his pokemon, and they were the only ones that deserved his affections.

When he started traveling with Sosie, however, she found his emotionless demeanor incredibly bothersome, and tried desperately to get him out of that boring and annoying shell. Her work was handsomely rewarded. Over the course of his journeys with the girl, Gareth quickly became more open and even smiled once and again. He seemed to be a new person. All of Sosie’s work was quickly lost however, when she decided it was time to set out by herself, reaffirming Gareth’s notion that anyone you ever care about will only disappoint and leave you. SPOILER’D!

-+- History:

Past: It’s become a cliché word by now, but Gareth’s early childhood was basically average. The only real slip-up was the Cyndaquil accident when he was five, and even afterwards, he was a cheerful child despite his obvious disability. He continued to keep his hands covered, however, only because of the wistful and remorseful look his mother, who was a primary fire-type trainer, gave him whenever she caught a glimpse of his uncovered hands. When he was nine, his parents divorced and his father moved away; his mother remarried almost immediately after. Gareth figured this to be a massive and unredeemable betrayal of his trust, and shortly after meeting his step-father, left Mauville to being a pokemon journey. He never said goodbye to either his mother or step-father, and has only seen them twice since.

Meeting Sosie was perhaps the greatest turning point in his young life. She had just began her own pokemon journey with her small, neurotic Charmander, when she caught a glimpse of Gareth’s beloved Dewgong Borealis swimming lazily through a river. She attempted to capture the pokemon, throwing a pokeball at it, only for Borealis to send the object back at her, hitting her smack in the middle of her forehead and leading her to stumble into the rushing waters of the river. Through a dual effort, both Borealis and Gareth managed to rescue her while Azar literally bawled her eyes out on the bank of the river. After a brief shouting match while Gareth accused her of trying to steal his pokemon, she apologized and invited him to travel with her, something he reluctantly agreed to. Though their journey together was only a year and a half in length, when you’re with someone twenty-four-seven that long, they’re certainly going to have an effect on you. Gareth definitely became a much better person for it, but admittedly, a much worse one once Sosie left.


Marko Patterson – father – 41
Rosa Sayer – mother – 39
Dale Sayer – step-father – 45

I don’t think so, really.

RP example:
I really…. do you need this? Really?


The stupidity that he had to wade through on a daily basis was comparable to walking through a fog blindfolded. It was tangible, it was unbelievably touchable. It drove him mad. One task. He had given the incompetent Neru one unbelievably simple task. In retrospect, a one armed rabid Mankey could probably have done a more adequate job. Being removed from his research mission merely because of the ineptitude of another did not sit well with the eighteen year old. In hindsight, it had been an incredible and uncharacteristic bad judgment call to even award such a task to Neru. Certainly, the boy was intelligent, but not in the areas that specifically pertained and mattered to the mission at hand. But now that was over, though he had yet to send the now defunct party member a message notifying him none too kindly of his failure and replacement in the current mission. It would be a cold day in hell should he ever request, or even allow Neru’s participation in a task that Gareth was even remotely associated with. The eighteen year old did not quickly forgive such slights, being in that Neru’s sole purpose was to masquerade as Gareth himself, and his utter failure in that offended the Topaz gem. Pressing a button on his PokeGear, the young genius contacted his fellow gem’s private and protected voice mail box. “Your incompetence has been noted, and you have been removed from your mission. Return to the Rocket Base immediately and speak to no one. Congratulations on your failure.” His voice was completely calm, collected, and a depressive monotone without any inflection, though the words were quite literally dripping of venom. If the computer geek did anything other than follow Gareth’s strict instructions, he was sure to be demoted back to grunt so quickly he wouldn’t even be able to calculate the velocity.

It was with a slightly pinched expression that the Topaz glanced at the watch function on his PokeGear, a flash of annoyance creasing the bridge of his nose. He’d been informed that the helicopter arranged to facilitate his rendezvous with his fellow gems would arrive approximately ten minutes previous. Punctuality was quite important to the strategist, and the wait was slowly beginning to agitate him. Not only that, but the protective suit he’d have to wear on board the helicopter magnified the temperature around him by several significant degrees, and he was beginning to think he would drown in his own sweat. If he’d known it would have been more feasible to continue his research for even a few more minutes, he certainly would have. The fact that he was currently employed by Team Rocket didn’t make his research malignant or any less important. The young man flexed his fingers inside his worn gloves, popping several knuckles as he did so in his impatience. Things were not going according to plan today, and it was beginning to wear on him. While continuing to wait, he made a mental inventory of his pack, attempting to ensure that he had gathered up all the materials necessary for his new mission. The requisite survival gear, of course. Their task was far from safe. Much of what was in his pack was technically classified, come to think of it. He’d have to find a secure line to transfer the information he’d collected on this short trip.

It was with the slightest of groans that Gareth thought of who he’d be accountable for on this mission. Mika would be likely to lead it no doubt, as much as Gareth would rather punt her off the face of the earth. Why Giovanni had chosen her as his little pity project was beyond him; her weaknesses generously outweighed her strengths, and her emotions were more or less tattooed on her sleeves. He’d only been on one assignment with the girl some called the Rocket Princess, and it had been enough for him. She’d been completely irresponsible, irrational, and it’d taken all of his self control not to reprimand the seventeen year old. It was obvious that he resented her higher rank, merely because, quite frankly, she was too much of a stereotypical teenager to even begin to take it seriously. His thoughts, however traitorous, were interrupted by the screaming blades of the helicopter, and the eighteen year old ambled onto the impressive machine, taking the headset offered to him by the lone pilot. For a normal person, perhaps the vicious spinning of the blades would interrupt their thought process, but immediately after taking his place across from the exit, memories of his first and what he had hoped to have been his last mission with Mika flashed briefly before his eyes.

It had started out relatively simple and conflict free. Gareth had been fully aware of her reputation, but things of that nature hardly bothered him. The infiltration of the G-Men base had been relatively effortless; he had to say that the younger Rocket certainly possessed some skills. They’d been professional and it seemed as though this particular task would be marked as a success. That was, however, until they reached a large computer room that housed a massive database of information. Despite Gareth’s intelligence, it was to be noted that he absolutely hated computers due to their propensity for error. His brain was faster at calculating than a computer anyway, and so, had no use for them. Due to that fact, it was Mika’s task to splice into the computer and access the information that was needed. Relatively simple, yes? Not exactly rocket science. A few seconds of a video feed displaying freshly killed corpses and the girl goes nuts. Her sobs had caused a cautiously raised eyebrow from the young genius, and his respect for his superior began to rapidly wane. When she delivered a violent kick to the computer, he couldn’t contain himself. “Oh yes, Princess. Violence against non sentient things certainly ensures their cooperation,” he bit out sarcastically, his patience for such behavior clearly having gone out the window.

As soon as his internal replay of the past failed mission finished, he realized that the helicopter had indeed landed, and the first of his new team mates were entering the large vehicle. To his supreme distaste, Mika was the first to enter, choosing to sit directly across from him. The smallest glimmer of a smile came to his lips as Mika asked about Neru’s current health. “In all honesty, I haven’t actually been physically near him. Threats work relatively well against the insignificant imbecile, but rest assured he’ll be taught a lesson once we return to the base.” It seemed that the eighteen year old genius was in a particular snarky mood today, as he caught her eyes and said in his usual annoying monotone, “Are we still an emotional basketcase, or have their adjusted your dosage enough so you can properly function on missions?”

February 18th, 2009, 9:07 AM
Khael was a lady’s man at heart. Everyone knew that. He was a flirt to no extent and enjoyed every bit of it, even if he got slapped or stomped on or even the occasional crotch shot, he strangely enjoyed the “thrill of the hunt”. After all, how fun was it when every girl swoons over you, it was too easy, that’s what! And Khael always enjoyed a challenge, that and the occasional chase. Which led to a problem in his current predicament as there were four girls in his party, now under normal circumstances, not a problem, but this, well…Parse was a word he couldn't use infront of Kisa and would probably be a man if given the chance, she was definitely bossy and egotistical enough that it was a possibility she could just be unusually feminine for a man. He’d seen it before—okay that was a lie, but he’d be willing to lie for the sake of insulting the annoying little tactician. Seras pure and simply scared him. She. Ate. Pokémon. Self explanatory, moving on. Gale was…well, she was like that little kid you babysit but secretly (or maybe not so secretly) want to kick out the nearest window into a spike pit. Yeah. Plus, she was way too young for him (she barely had breasts!), and pedophilia was just wrong. Then Mika, their mostly-competent leader, well, she wasn’t all that bad. It was fun to make her blush, and she was sort of cute, but…he wasn’t sure about her yet. She was a mystery wrapped up in a blanket of illusion. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel a certain connection between them, he didn’t know what, but there was something hidden there.

Nodding at the end of Mika’s orders, Khael dispersed to one of the acquaintances he had made on a previous mission in Goldenrod. They weren’t the biggest fans of Rocket, but he and Khael had hit it off enough that he was given an invitation to use his house if need be, which is what he was doing now so he could go change into his uniform and get to the fields without being seen by too many people. Huzzah for connections, and thankfully, Khael had managed to make quite a few of them. The house wasn’t anything huge, just a small little house on the very outskirts of town that was owned by Haru. He wasn’t really anyone special, just a nice guy Khael ran into a long time ago when he got into some trouble on a mission. He was able to hide out here and got to know Haru rather well, who living alone, offered his house as a “safe haven” whenever the need arose.

His uniform was nothing special or extravagant like some of the higher ranks (and even some of the gems) had. He changed into a tight black, tank-top with his signature jade-green ‘R’ on the top of his right shoulder and a pair of fingerless black gloves; his pants were snugly fit black cargo pants with steel toed black military-grade boots. He never thought it appropriate to be wearing something eye-catching when going on a mission. That sort of screamed “LOOK AT ME, I’M HERE!” And that was not something they needed on this, or any other mission.

Waving goodbye, with a promise that they’d have lunch sometime real soon, Khael took off for the fields where the helicopter was waiting. Mika was true to her word—the beast was huge and ready to take off at any second. A thought trickled through his mind as he saw Parse not too far away from him, and with a grin, he took off running to the helicopter and managed to get there before the ever so punctual Parse did. Taking a seat next to Mika, he couldn’t help laughing as Kisa gave what looked like a victory dance. “So we’re jumping out of this thing?” Khael half-asked as he finished adjusting the straps on his jump suit, “Awesome” he grinned. He personally loved the thrill of jumping. It was then that Gareth made his little cheap comment. Khael wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but Mika wasn’t a basketcase, not that he could tell. Kisa growled at the man, tried at least, it came out more as a purr, but the thought was still there.

Yes yes, I know. Khael thought in response to Kisa’s look. She wasn’t very happy with Gareth saying anything bad about Mika, and Khael wasn’t overly enthralled about it either. “This must be the newest member of our party, Kisa. Can’t say she’s the most…attractive one of the bunch, but at least she has nice hair.” Khael grinned at the Togepi, “I think it’s about time I get a tall busty woman to look at instead of these mediocre loud girls Mika keeps bringing into the party, don’t you think Kisa?”

February 18th, 2009, 9:33 AM
OOC: @Alter: Yeah, I kind of figured XD Gale wil be a bit imaginative, but that's besides the point.

@Marsy: I suppose I never made this clear, but Gale has between a C and D-cup (as her height and chest are pretty much based after mine, though seeing how she's a bit slimmer than I am, I suppose her chest wouldn't be as big), so unless Khael thinks something that size is small, then Gale has a nice-sized chest. But idk. 'Tis your character :3


As she waited for the leader of the Gems, the Emerald to move away from the massage booths, she heard those words she never really didn't hope to hear. Fire stone... Ah, of course I bury it deep. Guess she's trying to mess with me early... Gale calmly took her pack of her back and opened the main pocket and dug down slowly. After a couple minutes, she brought it up, undamaged an still the same color. Gale wanted to shove it into her senior's face, but knew more trouble would ensue for her. Plus, she already had a bad enough rep already for what she did earlier; why go and ruin it some more? So instead, Gale simply held it in the palm of her hand and waited for her senior to acknowledge her.

After a few seconds of waiting, Gale noticed the Emerald was no longer by the massage booth. Not wanting to wait any longer for the Tactician's approval, she placed the stone inside one of her smaller and less deep pack pockets, zipped all pockets shut, and placed the bag on her back. She then proceeded to walk over to the grooming center.

"May I help you?" asked a boy, who seemed to be about Gale's age. Gale wanted to say how strange it was for someone his age to be working a job like this, but didn't wish to be rude.

"Yes, I'd like my Leafeon, Rose, to receive a message, please. It has been a while since I've last groomed her. Um... How much would that be?" Taking her pack off for the second time, Gale opened the smaller pocket she had placed the "fire stone" in and brought out what seemed to be a change purse.

"150 should do it," the boy replied. It seemed as though he were swooning at Gale, though Gale couldn't quite be too sure. Oh, brother... Getting out the correct amount of change, Gale handed the money to the boy, then called out her Leafeon.

"Now, Rose, I'd like it if you could get groomed, please." The Leafeon looked at her with a slight smile, and the young boy did his job. As Gale watched him work on Rose, she occasionally looked around, as if waiting for the other Gems to make their next move. I don't want to be late this time. I don't want to cause anymore trouble than I have already. I just want to be at least somewhat respected by the others... She sighed, and as she did she felt something furry touch her left arm. When she looked back, she noticed a tan paw of some sort, probably coming from Rose.

"Your Leafeon is done being groomed, Miss. Have a nice day," the boy said, smiling. Gale took time to notice Rose's changes. Hmm... Sleeker fur, shinier leaves... My, he did do a good job... Gale turned around and proceeded to head towards the nearest seat. She sat down on the far left end, Rose on her left. Now to wait...

A couple minutes, and Gale realized what she was supposed to do. Riiiight. Helicopter. Northeast of Goldenrod, in a forest. I knew that... She got up, recalled Rose, and walked out the opposite side she came in from. Exiting the Underground, Gale made way north of Goldenrod, only to be stopped by a theif of sorts.

"Hey, babe," the thief said to her. "That's a nice necklace you got. I want it."

"Sorry, even though I want to give it to you I couldn't. And besides, try and mess with me and you'll have another thing coming," Gale replied, smirking. The thief cringed and backed away, but in a mocking sort of way. This annoyed Gale.

"Blaze, come on out." The Arcanine appeared within a few seconds of Gale's command and glared at the thief. The thief gave one last look at Gale, almost seemed to curse her, and ran off. Well, that was easy. I would've said I was part of Team Rocket, but then I'd be even more hated by the other Gems...

Pokeball in hand, Blaze to her right, Gale walked towards the desired location. As she neared her destination, she began hearing the whir of helicopter blades spinning. Just...about...THERE! The helicopter was in clear view, and Gale sighed. Made it...

February 18th, 2009, 12:27 PM
Aidan listened intently as Mika explained the first stage of the mission, giving an occasional slight nod to indicate that he was paying attention. After glancing briefly over the map, the youth had leaned back and, though apparently keeping his eyes fixed on his leader, observed his teammates at the edge of his vision to gauge their responses to the situation. Despite the Emerald's assurances that this location was secure enough to allow the group to speak with relative freedom, he still thought passerby might find strange a cluster of eccentric people looking over a map and discussing breaking into a base. But if anything happened as a result of this, Aidan decided, his job was escape and cover-up--so it just ended in more fun for him anyway. By this point the mission briefing was drawing near its end.

"Do not do anything out of the ordinary and if you're late to the chopper even though I'm giving you two hours to get there, I swear to Acerus I am going to thrash you into pieces. Dismissed."

His usual, laid-back demeanor undisturbed by this threat, Aidan gave a casual wave to the other Gems as he turned away from them. "If you have anything more to say, you know how to reach me. Later, guys." Slipping his hands into his pockets, he vanished into the crowd. Two Gems are taken out of the line-up, one almost goes MIA, and now another one is replaced. Nothing like a day when everything goes according to plan, eh? Now to find a place to change . . .


And that should about do it. Aidan clicked the last of his Pokeballs into place on his belt. Of course, all the Pokeballs on that belt were empty. The ones that actually contained his Pokemon were under the wrist bracers he wore over his black gloves. This allowed him the option of palming a Pokeball while pretending to reach for one on his belt or, if the element of surprise were required, dispensing with the formality of keeping up the trick and catching the enemy off guard with a quick cast of a Pokemon into battle. The rest of Aidan's attire had changed as well--his blue jeans and white sneakers being replaced with black equivalents. On the top half of his body he had donned a black t-shirt with a short-sleeved, hooded black jacket over it. Emblazoned on its shoulder was a red R edged with a deep orange-yellow. Around his neck Aidan wore a black collar that, if activated by a switch on his belt, could release a dose of hallucinogenic gas*. Perhaps the most noticeable change in Aidan's appearance, however, was his mask. The object in question fully covered his face and had a base color of white with red designs painted over its surface. On its forehead was a red garnet. The plates that covered the trainer's eyes were one-way mirrors--the side that allowed visibility naturally being turned inward. And aside from appearance-oriented purposes, the mask also doubled as a gas mask. Despite his preference for keeping his appearance as "un-Rocket-like" as possible, even during missions, the boy knew how to prepare for action when the occasion arose. Aidan briefly adjusted one of the straps that held his mask into place, then lifted his hood. "Thanks for the walls, Sand. Mind making me look normal for my walk through town?"

Sandman, having temporarily emerged from hiding, merely cackled in reply and waited until the street was clear. Then with a wave of a dismembered hand, the Haunter removed the illusion walls that blocked off the ends of the alley in which he and Aidan stood. When the Garnet emerged from the alley, his phantom companion had again vanished into his shadow, and his appearance was as it had been before he changed.

As the Rocket helicopter came within sight, Aidan's true appearance faded into view, and he lifted up the edge of one of his gloves to check the watch beneath. "Still plenty of time left before we have to meet. How do you think the others would take it if we made the helicopter vanish?" The boy's shadow laughed. "Or maybe it would be better to wait until we're up in the air. You see, someone might be unhappy if we did it now." Had Sandman been materialized, he would have been rubbing his hands together in anticipatory glee. Smirking beneath his mask, Aidan shifted his backpack and strode toward the helicopter.

Upon reaching the aerial vehicle, Aidan knocked on its side with the back of his hand. "Hey," he quipped, his gaze passing unseen from Khael to Mika to Gareth. "This the right helicopter?"

[OOC: * - The gas is a deliriant, the type of hallucinogen capable of actually causing hallucinations that victims cannot distinguish from reality, often accompanied by a lack of memory of the time under the drug's influence. Aidan's collar can deal up to three doses before he needs to replenish his supply. He carries refills with him.]

February 18th, 2009, 4:38 PM
Dealing with black marketers always came with a risk of being exposed and getting caught. Varying results depended on the location of the transaction but as a prominent rule of thumb for any pokemon hunter; just don’t.

So having acquired what she needed from the cloaked vendor without question, her other assortment of hunting utensils still in fresh supply, Seras continued to the designated stall for the Gems’ scheduled meeting. The attention their milling group brought from random passersby did pose a concern, but the likelihood of the lot of them being exposed remained minimal. Still, as an added precaution—and out of personal preference—she remained absent from the group’s huddle, taking her place to the side and against the wall. Eyes closed and arms folded, she proceeded to take in their next course of action, one that would take them within the apparent heart of the G-Men’s operations.

The only requirement in preparing for the mission that managed to buoyed her spirits was the notion of splitting up, meaning she would only have to deal with half as much of the group’s usual incompetence. It would be her bad luck however, if her team comprised of anyone but the three individuals she had previously deemed noteworthy.

Upon being dismissed, the hunter allowed the majority of the team to disperse before moving off herself, quite content in leaving the joke of an underground behind. Breaching the city’s surface, her feathered glove was needed to shield the extreme change in light before being able to locate her desired direction. Proceeding through, it didn’t become apparent until reaching Goldenrod’s outskirts that there was another hitch in carrying out the mission that did not sit at all well with her. The first being their method of entrance, skydiving as it were was not exactly the hunter’s cup of tea, let alone any form of physical suspension at high altitudes. The second being the need to adorn her uniform.

Seeing the other occupants of their ride’s carriage all dressed in the organisation’s trademark scheme, Seras found herself rather discontent in following suit. Regardless, it was protocol for all Rocket employees to adorn the official uniform before undertaking delegated missions, unless specifically specified otherwise. Fortunately, Gems were privileged with the added customisation of such uniforms to at least allow some individuality, visually separating them from the likes of the company’s grunts. But of course, that didn’t make any difference to her. She just wanted to wear what she deemed suiting. The uniform was not.

Realising then and there that she still had time to spare, the hunter proceeded to the opposite end of the helicopter to undress and despite her overall inhibitions being lowered, still maintained some ounce of decorum in clothing herself as to not upset the others’ so-called sense of shamelessness. So to save time, her new uniform resembled much of her previous, bar a few minor changes. Now completely enriched in black, a pair of denim shorts cut thigh high dress her legs, a leather silver-buckle belt threading its holsters. Also devoid of her previous tank top, a lone denim vest reaching just shy of her abdomen, sleeves torn from its sockets, covered her bare chest, an identical belt strapped through its added rungs across its front for support. Her usual feathered gloves remained intact as did the feathered band tying her hair and the shin-high boots that braced her feet.

And with her assemble complete, the hunter hastily stuffed away the remnants of her previous attire before returning to their ride’s door and stepping into its confines, the amber ‘R’ on the back of her sleeveless vest gleaming in the afternoon light as she did so.

Alter Ego
February 19th, 2009, 9:27 AM
By the time she arrived at the helicopter, Parse, The Tactician, Amethyst was not in a good mood, an expression that had crossed over from her usual mild annoyance to downright murderous dominating her features. She had changed into uniform; the grunt standard black shirt, gray belt and black trousers - although she had kept the outrageously short and impractical little skirt on top to cut down the number of times she was 'sir'ed - alongside the gray boots and gloves. Aside from the team rocket emblem - a more discreet, amethyst-colored one at the left side of the shirt's collar instead of that huge, god-awful red bullseye - the uniform could have belonged to any two-bit grunt, which was just the way she preferred it. The more people there were that could be confused with her during a fight, the better.

The uniform was not what had Parse deathglaring anyone who even thought of addressing her on her way to the meeting, however. Nor was it the unravelled pigtail in her hair that had been forced into submission. It wasn't even the Sapphire's blatant incompetence - the latest example of which being her two-and-a-half minute delay in procurring what she had demanded to see within five seconds - that would be dealt with after the mission was over. No, what really had her raging at the moment was the infuriatingly thin stack of papers currently tucked in beneath her right arm, an anorectic little bundle of joy which prompted her to march straight over to the new face in the helicopter.

"Let me guess," she said levelly, half-slamming the haphazard 'schematic' she had been granted into Gareth's hands, "Your sweet little baby sister of five and a half drew up this cute little schematic during a guided tour through the facility. Is that right?" she lowered her tone to a whisper, though it came off as more of a hiss, "No figures on stationed personnel or internal security systems, no patrol routes, no established patterns of routine; nothing beyond what a five-minute trip to the architect office that planned this place out would have yielded. We may as well be going in there blind." she took a deep breath, visibly straining herself to remain calm, "Let. This. Be. The last time I see this kind of last-minute scribble passed onto me under the misguiding name of 'intelligence'."

Without a further word, the tactician took up a spot at the back of the helicopter, suitably located to give her a fair view of the others, "The rest of you, get on board!" she snarled at the few unfortunates still loafing by the chopper, "We'll have a briefing once everyone is where they should already be."

'Incompetents...' she thought for herself, massaging her temples in an attempt to avoid a headache later down the line, '...I'm surrounded by incompetents.'

March 4th, 2009, 8:37 AM
Ugh... I hate these uniforms. Wouldn't it be more discreet in our street clothes... Bristol whined to himself as he removed his clothing. Then he repeated to himself one part of the Rocket Code: 'To strike fear into those we encounter, we wear the uniform with our blazing insignia, so they know exactly who they are dealing with.' His Banette was sitting on the bench in front of him, giggling with glee. She enjoyed seeing anyone in despair, even her master. How about I make you wear one of these uniforms too you little brat.

But sir, I am nothing but a simple ghost. Your earthly clothing wouldn't be able to sit on my shoulders, Banette said before falling into another fit of giggles.

I'm sure there's a way I could get a nice, big R on your chest, Bristol said with a devious grin on his face. Banette snarled and stood, slowly floating up into the air. Why are you so restless anyway? We are departing soon anyway. I'm sure there will be plenty of people to torture soon enough. Plus, we're going to the Ruins of Alph, one of the five landmarks in the world full of psychic energy. This is where we thrive. Banette fluttered around his head as he pulled on his top. She didn't respond to his statements, just giggling and dancing in the air. Bristol rolled his eyes and pulled on his pants. They felt a little tight.

"Damn my growing body. I wish it would stop already. I'm tired of having to get my uniforms constantly refitted," Bristol snarled as he struggled to zip up his pants. "Bah, there! Good enough! BLASTED UNIFORM!" A wave of psychic energy bursted from him, short circuiting a nearby television. "No matter. Let's go!" Bristol burst from the changing room, his Banette closely behind. They walked to the helicopter and hopped on. Bristol took the nearest open seat and sat down. He pulled out Banette's Pokeball and returned her to her confines. He closed his eyes, ignoring everyone else on the helicopter.

His mind shot to the Ruins of Alph, where he had been once before. He had collected a few Unown for studying. Bristol couldn't recall a base being built anywhere on the grounds, so it must of been either well hidden or not built yet. It was hard for him to concentrate with the multitude of energy emanating from his coworkers. Some were flustered, others were nervous, some oblivious to the world. He knew not what was going to happen. Bristol wished the helicopter would depart already.

Alter Ego
March 6th, 2009, 2:28 PM
The moment Bristol finally saw fit to board the chopper, Parse lifted her gaze from the notebook, "Right. Everyone." though she kept her voice level, there was just a hint of her previous tension behind it to make it perfectly clear she would not tolerate interruption, "Sit down, shut up, and listen. Thanks to the marvelous efforts of our enterprising little 'rhinestone', we shall have to pretend that this," she held up a sketchy-looking floor plan of a reverse-U shaped structure, its interior further divided into four smaller rooms on each side, with a central chamber whose exits branched out in both ways. Various cryptic notes crowded the margins of the picture, circles and crosses located here and there, depicting various points of entry and suspected troop positions. Even with this preparation, however, it was clear that the tactician was far from pleased with it, "Is an even relatively reliable depiction of what we are about to face."

She took a deep breath, distractedly forcing a half-unraveled pigtail back into submission as she continued, "What you see here, if you put a little faith into it, is a g-men base constructed to obstruct passage between us and our first target: the ruins of Alph. The thicker lines are doors separating the various rooms from each other, and the ones noted in yellow are special." she jabbed an index finger at the two differently colored lines separating the side partitions from the central chamber, "These doors are especially well reinforced and can only be operated by means of the two control switches here and here." she pointed out two rings on the schematic, one on each side of the building, "As another interesting wrinkle, the switches are wired in such a way as to only operate the door on the opposite side of the complex. In other words, unless both are triggered, we may as well trigger none." a tiny hint of something that might have passed for a smile under very loose definitions crossed her features, "...which is precisely how we will go about this."

She clapped her hands authoritatively, "Team Division. Boys handle the right, girls the left. Nice and simple, so I sincerely hope that none of you," her glance lingered briefly on Gale at this point, "Can find a way to get this mixed up. The teams will be led by the Topaz," she gave the briefest of nods in Gareth's direction, "and myself. Emerald, Jade, you are the designated breakers of your respective teams. Once your team reaches the far-side room, you shall break through the walls, here, and here." she indicated the rooms on each side of the central chamber, specifically the red crosses marked on each, "Yes, you all heard me correctly." she added to forestall any objections, "Break. Through. This." she jabbed an index finger at the central chamber, "Is one of the most glaringly obvious spots for an ambush I have ever seen. We have received no confirmation of troop number of stationing, but even the incompetent in charge of this managed to make one thing clear: Cynthia of the G-men black ops is present in the base, and I know how that woman thinks. If she spots anything suspicious, she will act on it, and so I want to stress one thing to all of you."

She let her gaze travel across the gathered gems, "Do not, I repeat, do not let anything in your behavior hint at the true nature of our plan until you reach the last room. As far as the g-men who will undoubtedly be following our progress through surveillance systems are concerned, we are seeking to unlock the sealed doors through the switch system as expected, and we have to maintain that illusion as long as possible. Garnet," her gaze snapped to Aidan in turn, "I gather from your file that you are in the possession of a Rotom. If you can do so without attracting undue attention, try to slip it into the base's circuitry and have it disrupt the power flow to the doors and cause whatever other trouble it can. Once we break through, we will switch to team formation number two."

She indicated the vague patch on the map that they were invited to think of as the entrance to the ruins of Alph, "Team one will consist of me, the Emerald, and the Garnet. We will be breaking into the ruins and disposing of the seal. Team two, you will be in charge of defending the ruin entrance and delaying the g-men as far as possible. Amber," she gave a nod in Seras's direction in turn, "You are this team's trapping specialist, so you're in charge. The rest of you will act as support and carry out her instructions without fail." she seemed particularly focused on Bristol and Khael at this point, "Fail to do so and I assure you that your necks will be the first on the line out there. Now," she snatched the schematic back and stashed it in-between the pages on her note block, "If any of you have any questions, ask them quickly and ask them now. Otherwise, prepare for the worst and try not to screw up, no matter how badly some of you would be tempted to act as such. When encountering g-men, kill first, ask questions later."

She folded her arms and shut her eyes, leaning back in her seat.

"Briefing concluded."

March 9th, 2009, 1:09 PM
Seated behind the pilot's chair, Aidan was checking the straps on a parachute pack when Bristol arrived. Promptly following the Beryl's entrance to the helicopter, Parse began a team meeting. Leaving the parachute on the ground where (hopefully) no one would trip over it, Aidan turned and looked at the map the tactician was holding out for the benefit of those present--though "benefit" was a word Parse was unlikely to use except when threatening or criticizing someone. In fact, by her current tone, the Amethyst seemed to suggest that using this map as a guide was about as reliable as using a sandcastle for a fortress. "I'm beginning to think this lady's always angry just on principle," Aidan mused to himself as he matched map locations to Parse's words. Sure the map isn't perfect. But it's something--and definitely more than most of us have probably had to go on in some missions. Then for a moment, Parse seemed--well, not happy, but maybe a little less angry--which Aidan found more noteworthy than her plan to go crashing through a couple walls. The plan made sense, but it was also hardly in accordance with the Illusionist's style. Also noteworthy was the Emerald's apparent lack of involvement in giving pre-mission directions. Despite not being the official strategist, she was still the team leader.

Hearing his title, the Garnet looked up from the map.

"I gather from your file that you are in the possession of a Rotom. If you can do so without attracting undue attention, try to slip it into the base's circuitry and have it disrupt the power flow to the doors and cause whatever other trouble it can. Once we break through, we will switch to team formation number two."

Aidan briefly nodded his assent. Getting Imp into the system won't be the problem. Limiting the damage he causes and getting him to come back is where things are in doubt. Putting aside that problem for the moment, the trainer gave his attention to the remaining directions being given. Once the entrance to the Ruins of Alph was reached, the team was apparently going to redivide and try some type of bottleneck technique--with one group staying behind to stopper any G-men while the second group went for the seal. Looks like I get to go in the ruins . . . Heh, lucky me. Sounds more enjoyable than open battle, especially with so many teammates to keep my illusions from. I wonder if any G-men are stationed inside the ruins . . . When Parse opened the floor for questions, Aidan considered asking, then decided against it. She's already irritated enough about the way recon went, and making her any angrier might make her unbearable to team up with. Besides, what bothers me more is . . .

Though his eyes could not be seen behind his mask, Aidan seemed to be looking at Parse as he asked simply , "How do we get out?"

March 17th, 2009, 10:08 PM
Her head throbbed to the point it almost hurt to stand. This was unexpected. She didn’t think just getting close to the seals would make the limiters on her act this way but in truth, she hadn’t expected much of what had happened to happen and yet it did so without her consent in the first place. Her eyes still wide open and her arms crossed over her middle, she seemed to be paying attention to what Parse was saying but inwardly, she couldn’t help but ignore every single little world, caught up in things she didn’t dare speak of. The more the obnoxious pain was in the tips of her fingers, the more she became used to it and after awhile, it didn’t bother her any longer. I need to get ahold of myself. As far as I know, none of these people know of the limiter placed on me and they wouldn’t believe me if I told them. Heh… Kain was right. The less I speak, the better off I’ll be. Inhaling deeply, her eyes closed for a moment before she stood up as Parse wrapped up her lecture before she lifted a heavily padded hand to the metal rings above her head, pulling herself to the door before she pulled it open, yelling over the sound of the wind, “I'll answer that one Parse." One hand on the doorframe, one on the interior roof, she looked directly over at the young Garnet, her eyes catching as close to his own as he'd allow, "Breaking the seal is going to cause one hell of a commontion and that's going to be Cynthia's main focus, I know this for a fact. The goal is to wait til the main forces slip past us to try and damage control the seal shrine area and then run like living hell. There's no easy way beyond that. If we run into opposition, we take it out. So in addition to that, remember you are Gems, for some of you this is a relatively first mission in this rank. You answer to me and the boss himself and you are authorized to use whatever force nessacary to complete the mission. However, I discourage a killing spree, such things are a royal pain in the rear to clean up. Chute out and listen to your section leaders, we’ll pause for a sort moment before the shrine team departs.”

Closing her eyes, she simply tilted herself backwards, spinning once after a few short blissful seconds of free falling, her face now facing the ground. Hands extended, she rolled once to the side a soft smile spreading across her face as she fell like a rock towards the ground for a few more seconds before she pulled the red tab on her chute, flipping backwards as the black fabric rippled up into the air and caught, ending the uncontrolled fall and decreasing her speed tremendously. Still, it wasn’t like she had no speed behind her and a shorter time than she’d estimated past before her feet were on the ground. Detaching the chute, she followed correct protocal in bundling it up and stashing it in the forest across from the entrance before ditching her outer gear ontop of it. Alright Mik, in and out, it’ll hurt the least. Stretching for another minute or two, she pushed herself forward, almost silently slinking down the side of the cliff and towards the assigned side of the base, pressing herself up against the metal as she waited for the rest of her assigned team, Parse in particular. Going in solo was suicidal and even she would admit it this time.

March 18th, 2009, 9:36 AM
Bristol listened to every word Parse slipped from her serpentine-like lips. He despised this woman. Everything about her wreaked negativity. But, as a loyal soldier, he listened to his commander without fail. She said don't screw up and Bristol assured himself he would do whatever possible to ensure that didn't happen. The energy in the room was tense. Every person on the helicopter was emanating a negative energy: whether it was nervousness or anger or... pain? He looked around, trying to figure out where that particular energy was emanating from. It was so strong, yet with so many people in a confined area, it was difficult to pinpoint the source.

Parse was clearly emanating the frustrated, angry energy. Everyone else seemed to be nervous. Bristol then fixed his eyes on Mika. While faint, he could tell her energy was different. However, she seemed adept at constraining the energy within her. No matter how many times he tried to access her mind, he was met by a roadblock.

"I assure you ma'am, I will not fail," Bristol said with intensity, cracking his neck in the process. He wouldn't let Giovanni down, especially this early on in the mission.

* kayla
April 4th, 2009, 6:26 PM
Gareth was a man that relied generally on first impressions. And the ones he had been so gifted with by his teammates for this particular mission where not so impressive. That tall blond appeared to follow Mika around like an intellectually challenged mongrel puppy. The fact that he deemed it necessary to drag along a useless infant pokemon was an additional point that seemed to inch Khael closer and closer into the ‘Imbecile’ category in Gareth’s mind. The Amber Gem, who Gareth recognized as Seras, was predictably cool when entering the helicopter, and her ensemble left little the imagination. The eighteen year old took note of what he could recall from the hunter’s profile, though even he couldn’t manage to objectify the fact that she hunted and devoured pokemon. It was vaguely disgusting: the thought of making a meal out of any of his team, even Meeks, whose stupidity was unparalleled, was repulsive. The Sapphire hadn’t made much of an impression upon him, though he was aware of her previous insubordination at the beginning of the mission, which put her in the running with Khael for the grand imbecile prize. The Garnet seemed respectable, really, if you could call Gareth’s current lack of enmity to him as respect. The Beryl admittedly creeped him out. Besides the boy’s youth, the power hidden behind the childish façade was probably enough to scare a less experienced man enough to provoke a change in uniform, really. And then there was Parse, the Amethyst that was quickly becoming a massive thorn in Gareth’s side. The intelligence she’d received hadn’t even come from him; and if he’d known that Neru was so incredibly slow-witted enough to hand over the basic crayon drawings as actual intelligence, he’d have made sure that the incompetent waste of breath would be on his way to Kain’s office for help with the doctor’s more obscure and deadly experimentations. Or a psych evaluation. Or both.

Throughout her rather annoying diatribe, the eighteen year old’s face was devoid of all emotion but a slight evidence of an annoyed furrowing of his brow. It wouldn’t do to respond in kind, the woman seemed enraged enough already, the last thing Gareth needed was her to be completely out for his blood. He would speak to her alone after their current task, or at least attempt to. He’d likely wait until she was in a less annoying mood and wasn’t likely to maim him with a rusty pair of tweezers. That would make any sort of worthwhile participation in the mission incredibly difficult.

Of course Gareth had known from the beginning of the helicopter ride that the likely mode of transportation to the ground would be made via jump. It didn’t make it any less daunting when he wordlessly walked towards the open door and stood there for a moment. One had gripped the strap of his parachute bag, the other holding secure to a handle near the opening. His fingers cracked audibly as he clutched the handle so tightly that his scarred knuckles were likely white within his gloves. If it wasn’t obvious already, the cool and collected Gareth was scared crapless of heights. Wonderful. If only Neru could have waited until after the entire jumping escape to be an idiot. Then he wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Alter Ego
April 5th, 2009, 11:24 AM
With the briefing duly given, Parse remained silent in her seat, clearing her mind of outside disturbances to run over the big points of what she intended to do in her mind one more time. When Gareth choked and froze up by the door, however, her eyes opened, the tactician noiselessly slipping out of her seat and striding over to their newest team member.

"You have no breasts, and despite your manner, I am going to assume that you do have something you consider worth protecting between your legs. By this deduction, you are male and therefore part of team one." without offering the Topaz a chance to respond, she raised one foot and braced it firmly against his back, her hands grasping the handles on both sides as she unceremoniously shoved him forward towards the scenery racing below them, "Team one gets off here. Just ask when you need these things clarified in the future."

Her work thus finished, the tactician walked nonchalantly back to her seat, her eyes lingering on the remaining team members for the briefest of moments, "I trust that the rest of you know your personal anatomies well enough not to make a mistake on this matter."

April 6th, 2009, 5:03 PM
His question answered by the Emerald, Aidan moved away from the helicopter door to put on his parachute--and, when no one seemed to be watching, unzip his jacket slightly to allow a piece of his shadow to break away and hide beneath it. After returning his jacket to its previous state, Aidan put on his parachute pack, tightened the straps, and made his way toward the open helicopter doorway once Parse had cleared it. The youth watched Gareth's descent with mild interest. Something tells me she would have kicked him out even if he didn't have a parachute . . . Ah, well, here I go. Just like flying with Clay. Taking in a slight breath, the trainer jumped out of the helicopter. But with no wings. And more falling. And I can't come back up the same way.

Though he knew he should be looking for his target landing point, for a brief moment Aidan allowed himself to merely take in the sight of the ground below. Various shades of green indicated areas of grass, bushes, and trees, while a dusty brown mottled in to indicate that the ruins still existed beneath the carpet of moss and vines. Then, amidst the finery of nature sat the G-men base--hiding with all the subtlety of a Groudon crouched in a patch of tall grass. Recalling the way Parse had held the map and her directions, Aidan tilted himself slightly to one side and pulled his parachute open. As the cloth billowed into its characteristic vaguely balloon-like shape, a dry smile crossed the Garnet's features. Rocket black, huh? Should have gone with a blue parachute.

Once he reached the ground, Aidan ran for a few meters, gradually slowing as he countered the momentum built up by his fall. After coming to a stop, the trainer steadied himself as he registered his surroundings. A few seconds later he took off his parachute and dragged it to the edge of the nearest covered area. Aidan quietly folded and stowed the parachute before searching for his squadmates.

April 16th, 2009, 6:44 AM
He was going to be in a team with the guys? Did Gareth even count as a guy? And once more, Gareth was leading? Khael imagined the conversation in his head Parse, darling, can't you see he's confused enough about whether his parts go in or out? Don't confuse the poor thing even more by making him think. And then Parse would slap him for calling her darling, Mika would restrain herself from snorting, and Gareth would try and threaten him. Khael didn't think Gareth knew that he really wasn't all that threatening. At all. Listening to what was left of the briefing and questions and such, Khael registered what his job was on this mission. Beat crap up and bust down a wall. Can do.

Waiting until Aiden was safely out of the plane, Khael strapped the chirping Togepi to his chest, wishing once again that she wasn't so demanding, but she'd go in her ball for the majority of this mission she knew that when daddy worked, she went to "play" in her cozy pokeball. "See you on the ground." He nodded to the remaining people.Getting all his gear on, Khael located the parachute string and launched himself out of the helicopter, spinning on his way down for the sheer thrill of it. He loved missions like these when he got to free fall until that very last second when the parachute pulled him up and left his stomach behind. Reaching the ground, Khael inhaled a big breath of air and relished in the adrenaline that would be running through his body the rest of the mission. He hid the parachute under some brush along with his gear.

"I have to work now Kisa, time to take a nap." He said, rolling the pokeball towards her like a toy and letting her go in herself. Any other way and she'd just pop right back out and bite him. Stowing it carefully in his bag, Khael searched the area for the other members of his team.

April 16th, 2009, 9:08 AM
"I don't need a parachute. Thank you very much," Bristol said, kicking the backpack away. He instead grabbed two PokeBalls from his belt, releasing the Froslass and Xatu from within them. "Froslass, create a platform of ice large enough for Xatu and I to sit on."

Froslass immediately went to work, using her ability to manipulate water particles in the air to create a sheet of ice that measured around seven feet wide and eight feet in length. Nodding at the ghost for a goob job, he returned the monster to its ball. Sighing, he harshly kicked the platform out of the helicopter. Then he grabbed Xatu and leaped out of the door.

You bastard! YOU RUFFLED MY FEATHERS! HOW DARE YOU! Xatu screamed. I should just teleport away and let you fall to your death you ungrateful snot!

They then slammed against the sheet of ice, which was continuing to fall at an incredibly fast rate.

I'd like to see you try Xatu. Now make yourself useful and slow down the platform or I'll REALLY ruffle your feathers. Scoffing, Xatu did as she was told. Her eyes shot open and a pink aura formed around the sheet of ice, which practically stopped midair. Its once freefalling nature was now more like a falling piece of paper, gently swaying in the breeze. Good girl.

As they got closer to the ground, Xatu let out a slight chuckle and released her psychic grip on the platform. It slammed against the ground, throwing Bristol off onto the ground on his back. Xatu fluttered above him, giggling away. I'm sorry Bristol. Did I ruffle your feather?

"Ungrateful little... GET IN YOUR BALL!" Bristol said in rage, returning the bird to its ball. He stood up and coughed, the air knocked out of his body. He turned to his comrades. "So what's the plan... team leader!"

* kayla
April 16th, 2009, 4:42 PM
In a sick sort of way, Gareth was almost thankful for Parse’s prompt “boot to the butt”. It wasn’t that he hadn’t any idea what he was doing and had any questions on the matter, but more the fact practically free falling from a helicopter was not on his list of entertaining ventures. It was embarrassing enough that he possessed this useless fear, but the fact that nearly the entirety of the gems witnessing it was enough to already diminish what little respect they probably had for their new team member. Gareth put the incident behind him; it was bound to have happened sooner or later, he hadn’t doubted it in the least. His blue eyes stayed trained on the oncoming ground below him, and he concentrated intensely on his breathing so not to as provoke any sort of panic attack or adverse reaction. When the time came, the eighteen year old released his parachute, suffering an agonizing moment where the bag refused to unfurl, and managed to calm down just in time for it to finally function.

The young genius managed to compartmentalize the rest of his fears and control his landing, removing the now useless parachute and storing it out of view of any common minded fool that happened to stumble along. It was important that he appear as any leader would, calm, cool, and completely in command. This would be a chore, however, as he was the newest addition to their previously established team, and it was obvious that no one saw him as a person of authority. Especially that ignorantly imbecilic Khael. Gareth could already tell that he would be a handful. Not many of the gems would appreciate the fact that Gareth had already risen to a level of command.

Once the rest of his team members arrived on the ground, Gareth turned towards them, intent on debriefing them on the key points of their current mission. “Beryl,” he said, addressing the youngest member of the team and pointedly ignoring his sarcastic remark, “as said by the oh so personable Amethyst, it is your task to employ the distraction and access the switch on our side of the base. Garnet and I will handle any enemy attacks while Jade,” at this point Gareth nodded almost imperceptibly towards the taller blonde, “breaks through the wall to secure our intended entrance. I trust all of you understood our previous instructions, but I’ve chosen to go over them again to prevent any more potential screw ups.”

April 17th, 2009, 7:16 PM
Unruly, pompous and childish were the few adjectives that immediately sprang to mind as she bore witness to the group’s trivial arguments throughout the mission’s initiation. To cooperate and depend on such people did little to settle her concerns, let alone reassure her of their proposed competence and their ability to carry out the task at hand. Fortunately, by Amethyst’s whim, she had been charged with the responsibility of leading the second team, their purpose; to hinder any and all pursuit of the first, a role she was more than qualified to undertake. It would be then when the others’ qualifications would be tested.

As the stubborn and youngest Gem took to the skies, his shafted parachute fell into the hunter’s possession. Three of them now remained within the copter’s carriage and it was due time for them to vacate their transport. Eyeing no haste in the Amethyst’s actions however, Seras rose from her seat and proceeded to the drop off point. Struggling to stifle the nausea that followed her bracing the carriage’s threshold, she secured her chute, paused to take in breath before promptly diving into the wind.

As the coarse wind whipped her face, Seras flexed her muscles, locking her arms by her sides and straightening her legs as she plummeted towards the designated clearing. Her eyes squinted; she counted the seconds that passed with each meter she fell, anticipating the appropriate distance to release her chute with the minimum amount of recoil. Breaching the point, she immediately fanned out to reposition herself in line with the rising ground, a gloved hand promptly tearing the chute’s cord in response.

Descending into the cover of the surrounding forest, Seras immediately fed a thin qwilfish spine between her fingers to tear her harness from her torso. Landing in a rather impromptu manner, the hunter swiftly regained her composure before proceeding to where the femmes were to assemble as the mission officially commenced.

Alter Ego
April 23rd, 2009, 3:20 PM
Parse had to restrain the urge to punch something at Bristol's latest display of shenanigans. A floating block of ice and no parachute. Why not throw in an announcement fanfare and a large neon sign reading 'Rocket member here! Shoot me please!' while he was at it? The tactician gave a tired sigh as she gave her own parachute a quick checkup. There really was no end to the disciplinary measures this group called for but for now...she focused let her glance travel to the base far below. Her attention was needed elsewhere.

Not willing to take any chances with a certain other member, she promptly grabbed Gale by the collar and pulled the sapphire with her as she leapt, releasing her only once they were in free fall. Content that not even that incompetent could mess this part up, or that it would be the last thing she messed up if she did, the tactician concentrated on her own descent landing on-site without any greater fuss and promptly detaching and folding up the parachute.

"Right." she turned to check up on her teammates, "Team two, roll call."

Alter Ego
May 13th, 2009, 8:02 AM
Closed on thread owner's request.