Pokémon Destruction RP

Initiation

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 19:44:13 +0000

After their little interaction in the cave on Route 120, Elisa and Richard prepared their trip to Kanto. Elisa happened to be a friend of the current owner of the rebuilt boat service near Rustboro, so she arranged a special trip to get to Kanto in the shortest amount of time. Despite this, the trip still took two days. While on their trip, Elisa contacted the people she needed to and set up the preparations necessary for Richard to become a sinister member.

Once they pulled up to the shore of Vermillion City, they moved as quickly as they could to Saffron; no need to fly, it was just a route north. Attempting to look as non-suspicious as possible, they arrived in Saffron and made their way towards the Silph Co. building. Admiring the tallest building in all of Kanto, they walk inside the sliding doors into the main entrance room.

Talking with the assistant at the front desk, they are moved into a small waiting room further into the building, and they wait for further instruction.
Elisa stared at Richard.

"Nervous? Excited?"

M Key

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 06:06:14 +0000

Amelia stood, sweltering, beneath a hot, bright light. It cast soft shadows over her body, falling onto the smooth white table. The outside world was invisible to her, and she took no notice of it. Tools, wires, circuitry and more sat at the creeping edge of the light, some broken, other waiting to be used. And there, at the middle, stood a modest little black case, its latch locked tight. Above it, a wire mesh sphere lay in the grip of several long, metal rods, holding it in place just above the table. Her hands moved over the circular mesh, her fingers flexed masterfully over the set of tools she employed, and there was not one thing in the world that existed outside of her space. It could have been hours. Days.

The room was enveloped in a cool, quiet darkness. There were no windows, no doors to be seen. The air seemed empty, and hostile. It was as if the cone of light shining down from the fluorescent lamp in the center of the room was the only haven from the deep twilight.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, pushed the falling hair from her eyes, rolling the metal mesh in her hands. The basic points of construction were simple enough, but she trusted no machine to lay out the ground work. This was something she needed to accomplish with her own hands. Slowly, meticulously, her metal fingers crept inside, pushing in the pieces, tightening the joints, soldering the loose metals. Every now and then, her eyes flicked upward to the black box, considering it briefly.

Power supply, holding matrix, life support, digital receptors installed--she had covered it all, hadn't she? She stretched out her arm, curling her trembling fingers over the the rolled-up paper sitting at her side, shoving the miscellaneous circuitry and metal outside the circle of light, unfurling the plans over the desk top. Weighing down each side, she pried open the ball, searching it up and down for any faults, any discrepancies at all. She only had once chance, most likely, to do this right. The material that Silph had purchased for her--that Dean had purchased for her--was more rare and valuable than her entire preceding career.

Finally, she seemed satisfied, if uneasy. She set the mesh back into its place, making sure it was steady. She pulled the black case close, pressing against the latch with both her thumbs. It opened with a click!, breaking the silence. Her fingers tensed, then relaxed. One chance. She had done this before. One chance. She ignored the special casing, going straight for the sealed bag sitting inside it.

The material was thin, almost like paper. Like glossy, slick amber, but dense and durable. She didn't even have a name for it.

It had been cut into its correct size and shaping before she had begun. Cautiously, she reached inside, flexing the pair of forceps in her grip, and removed it, holding it a careful length away. She steadied herself, mentally and physically, and began inserting the foil-like slips, piece by piece, into their proper place. once or twice, she was certain she had ruined it, torn a piece, or inserted it correctly. Each time, she stopped to check it, and improve its placement, before sealing it in place. And soon, she had inserted the final strip.

She closed the ball, took in a deep, sagging breath, and sighed. She had no energy for self-congratulation. The tension had drained her utterly. But now, she was certain. It was perfect. A true masterwork. Even as the relief washed over her, she couldn't shake her drained feelings. Now, there was only one thing left to do.

She removed the casing from the box, leaving it bare. It wasn't hard to affix either the top, or the bottom. She set it into its white bottom-half, felt it click into place, then reached for the other half. A deep violet, with reb bulbs on either side. Branded with a white 'M'.

She held it up in the light. It was her crowning achievement. The rediscovery of a lost technology. The legacy of her benefactors. The answer to a lot of problems, and the key to enormous power.

Master Ball.

The Riverman

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 22:57:07 +0000

The bar was small, sitting almost squished between many larger buildings in the strip. Orange lights blazed on steel poles along the street, keeping the night illuminated so that people could slink back to their homes before morning. The door was made of some kind of deep wood, emptied in the middle to make way for panes of frosted glass. He could hear some upbeat music playing through the door, and he stepped into The Politoad Poisons. A sign informed him that they had a very unique selection of drinks created with nonlethal doses of poisons. Yukon was completely distraught from losing back at the museum; a drink sounded perfect to him.

Yukon waltzed into the bar, the floor creaking ever so noticeably under his footsteps. It was hardwood, much like the door; seemed to be another theme of the Politoad Poisons. The bar was a single large and open room, the light was very dim, with lamps sitting on tables in near random arrangement. A few booths lined the walls, and windows gave a view to the outside: the night sky where stars littered one's sight. He took a seat over at the bar and waited. Dean had left before Yukon, he didn't think he'd be waiting long, nor did he mind. He just rung himself up a drink called "Sidewalk Muk".

Yukon drank the various hues of purple and began to lift his spirits. It wasn't the museum job that was important to him, it was Valiant; one lost gig hadn't ruined that for him. He took just one drink to honour Logan, a man he didn't care much for, but a fallen Valiant nonetheless.

Rolland Out

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 04:31:26 +0000

It was getting late.

Gabriel glanced again at his wrist watch, closed his eyes, and exhaled. Beside him, Fenrir the Mightyena sat on his haunches and stared into the gloomy forest beyond. His nostrils sniffing incessantly at the wild smells of the air. Gabriel shifted in place, relieving the tension in his legs. Hours had gone by since he had arrived, and it seemed like it would be even longer until Elde, Sorghum, or Roland to showed up. Fenrir abruptly froze beside him, intently drawing his attention towards the distance. After a moment, the Mightyena resumed casually sniffing the air. "Every time you do that, you make me nervous as hell.", he muttered under his breath. Occasionally a wild pokemon would stroll by, but so far they had been rather lucky considering that they were in the middle of the Safari Zone.

Gabriel thought himself a patient man, but he hoped they would arrive soon.

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Hoenn Safari Zone. Not literally the middle of it.

On the Run

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 07:45:29 +0000

Once they had left the area surrounding the museum the rain had started back up again. Spitfire, having gotten a little grumpy over the unsatisfactory weather had been returned to her ball and Russel his Toxicroak had taken her place. The frog pokemon enjoyed the wet weather far more than the bird had, and was carrying the stone fairly effortlessly as he strode behind the two humans.

At first Richard had attempted to sorta, crouch and walk at the same time so that he could fit under Elisa's umbrella. After that was unsuccessful he instead decided that it would be for the best for him to carry it. They had walked in silence for a bit now, Richard had been trying to figure out just what he should say to the woman. Finally he figured it would be best to just spit it out.

"So I think I should be honest with you, I'm not a master thief. There's a reason I stole the stone, more than for just the money."