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TRAINER CARD: REMY SATO.

name: remy sato. age: thirty-six. gender: agender (they/them.) height: 5'7".

hometown: saffron city. current residence: goldenrod city (but travels often.)

personality: a big personality, remy has always shown the moxie to break into the competitive spheres of business and influence in the kanto and johto regions. they tend toward headstrong, somewhat boisterous, and have been described as 'obnoxious' by those who know them. however, they have a very tight control on the things they mention and are known to be a master at sharing only information they want known in the moment.

history: initially embarking on their journey with a shy spinarak at their side, remy sought one thing in their youth: notoriety. originally hoping to gain ranks in silph co., they eventually turned to battling at a professional level, and then later on joined forces with the infamy of team rocket. working as a member of espionage, they were skilled in slipping into places they shouldn't have been, and leaving with information they shouldn't have had.

after giovanni called for the dissolution of the team, they heeded his word and moved away from the center of their operations, moving into johto and settling in goldenrod city. there, they managed to find a place as an interviewer and journalist for the goldenrod radio tower -- and remained there as an employee until the takeover of team rocket in the city. denouncing the people who continued despite giovanni's orders, they eventually found their way back into his service as a private contact, content to work their independent job as a journalist with the promise of extra work and money on the side from giovanni if he ever needed their expertise.

pokemon: chatot (shiny), arbok, ariados, cofagrigus, dodrio, dragonair, darumaka, masquerain, ampharos.

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i’m gonna move remy to a proper blog pls hold.

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current articles written by remy sato that have gotten some amount of traction in the pkmn world:

- “Fresh from the Pallet: The Outside Story of Our Champion” : an article detailing Red’s journey from an outsider perspective, ending in speculative writing about his whereabouts since he disappeared after conquering the elite four of the Kanto region

- “ Leagues Away! Gym Leaders of the World ” : an on-going series of interview and study based articles about the different gym leaders around the world

- “ The Study of Those Who Teach Us ” : another on-going series of interview articles in which Remy travels and speaks to the professors around the world, both big and small, and highlights their most prolific and important findings

remy also runs an online journal-style forum detailing strange happenings around the world unsolved mysteries style under the name ‘Satoen’ that focuses primarily on dispelling (or in some cases, fueling the fire of*) certain conspiracies in the world

* - special case in which is benefits to protect themself and their former allies that they are still on good terms with.

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boss.

“Yes, and no.”

Giovanni waves the fork around vaguely before taking another bite of food. One of the drawbacks of heavily socializing after not a lot of socialization was that food tended to be neglected in company. It’s getting a little cold.

He doesn’t mind, though. He’s on the verge of understanding something that feels a bit… bigger.

“It’s all minerals,” he says, “Minerals and energy, the key is how each is used, can be utilized, and how each pokemon can utilize them. Every thing on this planet has potential energy- every thing in this universe does.”

He thinks back to the old stories, of how before they were called pokemon, the creatures of the planet were referred to as magical monsters. Now, it’s less magic, and more science- but there is still a lot they don’t understand.

It may as well still be magic.

“But the relationship between the minerals, the energy, and pokemon is the key to understanding… Everything is made up of the same base materials. That’s why it is possible to create pokemon… think of Porygon, Castform… others.”

Mewtwo.

“… Mossdeep has done the other natural thing- and created an artificial mineral with energies that have capacity to resonate with certain pokemon. It’s not like evolution stones, however. It’s not just something that you can apply and the effect happens on contact.”

“It’s temporary- evolving beyond capacity, and it requires that mineral, and it requires a strong bond- a psychic and emotional link between partner and pokemon to even begin the phenomena.”

He raises his cup to his lips once more, “I just happen to think it’s very interesting that they’ve developed a mineral meant to resonate with one of my… unique pokemon is all. Why would they do that, I wonder?”

Creating pokemon, bringing back those long dead. . .Remy thinks of Kabutops tucked into their pack and chews thoughtfully while listening to Giovanni’s explanation. Something similar to evolution stones and the way they pulled a pokemon’s potential to the surface, and yet -- it was temporary, a strong outpouring of energy from a pokemon’s bond with their trainer.

And they had developed a stone like that for one of Giovanni’s unique pokemon. . .intriguing indeed. It was something that warranted a keen eye to explore it and find the source of the situation, as well as wiping out what they had so Giovanni had the only information on it.

“ That definitely is somethin’ that smells fishy. So, we’ll be looking for information they found about that, and about this special incident that the researcher was let go for talking about. Alright, alright. You’ve got me hooked like a ‘Karp on whatever this is, boss. ”

Their eyes crinkle a bit with excitement, fingers curled under their chin as they point with their fork.

“ We leaving on the ferry tonight or tomorrow? I’ll just have to grab my stuff from the hotel, but I’m ready to go anytime. Traveling on work cash, so it’s no problem. ”

They reach out to pat the Chatot as it passes, his head bobbing a bit before he tries to take Giovanni’s fork, squawking when Remy prods him to make him stop.

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boss.

“Pah! Yeah, yeah…” Giovanni waves off the concern with a small huff of laughter.

They’re completely right that they didn’t need a repeat of the serious illness that struck shortly after Neo-Rocket took over the Goldenrod Radio Tower. He was stuck in Johto when the police were rounding up Neo-Rocket and looking for him.

“Breathing better. Took some time to adjust, but I’ll be alright. I’ve already got antibiotics and aid from a few people, and Persian.”

She’s been keeping him in line after everything. She’s been looking out for him just as much as he was looking out for her.

“… But yes, this place has a lot going on with energy, and that energy being transferred through minerals. There’s a lot we found within Kanto- I have a couple unique deposits I think I’d like to refine. Mossdeep has the means to do so. Have you looked any at all into ‘Mega-stones’?”

He asks seriously, “It aids another form of evolution, known as ‘Mega-evolving.’ There’s been recent developments in the theory, and I’m following leads on that.”

“ I’ve heard about it, but I haven’t touched on it myself. I don’t think any of the crew I normally carry with me would benefit from it, from what little I’ve heard. ”

The serious tone had returned -- it was time to talk about work again. Ariados shifted a bit, feet tapping on the seat beside Remy until she had settled in beside her trainer, making a soft clicking sound as she cleaned herself. Remy mirrored the noise with their fork on the side of their plate.

“ I haven’t looked into it personally, but I heard there are some places where more and more trainers are getting involved with the idea. Kalos is one place -- I’ve been meaning to take a trip there, but I haven’t gotten to it yet. You’re looking into it, though, which means it must be impressive. ”

There were talks of there being experts of the subject in Kalos -- burgeoning experts, to be fair, but still. It was information they didn’t have as readily back home.

“ Mossdeep can refine the stones. Are these like the Moonstones you were studying, or something else entirely? ”

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boss.

“Fwahaha!” he laughs, “No, I don’t think that there’s any real relation to Wooper or Quagsire at all. The Mudkip have a lot more active and- erhem- intelligent behaviors.”

It gets a kick out of him. Although the typings interested him- the general demeanor and nature of that line disinterested him. He did enough study of it to know that even though he was a master trainer, and a Ground-type specialist, the Wooper line and himself were incompatible.

Not to say that he couldn’t use one if it really came down to it.

He sets his fork down and pulls up his coffee.

“I came here to study Mudkip and weather. Then stayed for a battle party and information gathering. Got sick from pneumonia, got better- and now we’re here.”

He’s conveniently leaving out Red’s hand in inviting him to a battle party, his own outcome as second place- the fiasco of the destruction of the power limiters and the stadium in turn… and also Red’s hand in making sure the pneumonia didn’t kill him.

That was on a need to know basis- but knowing Remy, it’s not going to take them long at all to figure it out.

They were smart, they’d keep it to themselves.

Getting a laugh out of Giovanni brings a smile to their face, broad and bright, and they reach back to rub behind Ariados’s horn as the old spider chews on another berry she reached for. Giovanni was a man of serious demeanor, but one who showed a bold, bright side to those who earned it.

Remy counted themselves among a lucky few indeed.

“ Ha! No, no, I figured they did. I just wonder if there’s some sort of similar link. But -- you’re right about this place having a specific thing going on with it between Ground and Water types. ”

They listen quietly to the explanation, brows raising over their glasses for a moment as they sipped at their own coffee.

“ You came to study the weather and just so happened upon a situation at the space center. Whatever you say, boss. ”

They can’t help but laugh, knowing that Giovanni didn’t have to find trouble -- it would just fall into his lap.

“ Hm. Pneumonia’s serious. Make sure you’re careful about that, yeah? We don’t need a repeat of last time you crashed on my couch. ”

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boss.

“My, what good fortune,” Giovanni remarks, pausing at that tidbit of information.

“The world’s both a big and small place. People who are important to each other will find a way to cross paths on their own. That’s just how it seems to work out.”

He picks at his food. He’s still eating light from the bout of sickness he had a week and a half ago. But eggs are simple and filling, and these were particularly light ones (he detested rubbery textured eggs). Simple comforts and shelter.

“Heh, I’ve happened to run into a few familiar faces again, actually. Not too long ago, the Kanto menace, Red, popped back up over here.”

Yes, that Red, he visually confirms to Remy.

“… I’m still alive, so I suppose you could say the meeting went well.”

Giovanni speaks nonchalantly about the matter, and quickly changes the subject.

“I came here originally to do some research of my own. Personal studies of interest. Came to learn of a dual-type Water and Ground pokemon and wanted to see if I could locate them and study their physiology. It’s the Mudkip evolutionary line.”

“Found that particular type pairing to be interesting considering the supposedly near-incompatible relationship of those type energies, and also this region with the whole…”

He waves his fork in the air to vaguely circle around, “… end of the world with the primal pokemon of Water and Ground… that whole thing.”

“ He’s here? Man. Small world. ”

They look incredulous at the idea, checking Giovanni up and down for any scrapes they had missed before -- finding none, they seemed satisfied that if there was any thrashing, it was on at least somewhat peaceful terms.

Their own memory of Red was small, tucked into a corner with the rest of their Rocket experience. A young boy with the tenacity of a Tauros, who had blitzed through and literally bloodied dozens of adults in Celadon and Saffron City. Remy, rightfully so, had stayed out of his way.

Their Ariados shivers at the mention, showing her scared-y spider colors, and tucks further down Remy’s back.

“ Wonder what he’s doing around here. . .and I was going to ask what you were doing around here. You’re looking for Mudkip? They are supposed to live out around this area, aren’t they? I’ve heard they’re pretty rare -- or that they used to be before these insane rainstorms started happening. ”

As if in response to their words, a distant peal of thunder echoes across the bay.

“ It does seem like a weird place for a Ground and Water type to crop up. . .mn. Maybe there’s some relation to Wooper and Quagsire. Or maybe it’s coincidence. ”

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boss.

“I look forward to seeing them, then.”

The corners of his lips quirk upward, then he retreats his elbows from the table as their server returns with their food and refills of their drinks.

“Thank you,” Giovanni acknowledges, waiting through the pleasantries.

He takes a small fork to prod at the folded egg treat, testing the texture and finding it satisfactory, he takes a small bite.

“Mm. And… less business, more personal note- how have you been holding up?”

It’s been two years since Goldenrod, and Giovanni’s… been painfully aware of how much trouble’s been caused for them in his name, even without his permission.

“Heh. It’s been a bit since I left Johto. Hard to keep track of every little thing…”

Food is pulled close, something light and sweet for Remy and something meant to pull a shine to the feathers of bird pokemon for their little prince. The Chatot abandons toying with Giovanni’s clothing to pick apart the slices of iapapa berry laid on the platter. Ariados reaches out as well, scooping up a half of a pecha berry to chew on.

There’s a thoughtful tap of their fork when Giovanni asks the question as they mull over the answer, chewing quietly before humming.

“ Things have been good on my side of the field. The old radio show’s gone kaput, but mostly because I didn’t want to be tied into the office too much. I’ve been picking up and putting articles in the Pokemon Journal and the Gymquirer. All those recent pieces about up-and-coming leaders? Voila. ”

There’s a flourish with their fork before they smile, genuine in their excitement.

“ You actually caught me at a good time. I’m here in Hoenn to talk to Professor Birch about his research for another piece. When you called up and asked me to come to Lillycove, I was surprised to hear you were on this side of the islands too. ”

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Egg group influences in Pokémon is SUCH a good concept so here’s some rough takes for my favourite bug boi Scolipede

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ooo scolipede, it’s a horse made of bug ~

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boss.

“Two tickets,” he confirms with a soft smile, “One of them has your name on it. The other… well. You know.”

He shrugs. Pseudonyms, false identities. He didn’t have the luxury of being able to put his own name on things anymore.

“Same goes for the passes. I’ll let you do most of the talking, as usual. As for me, I have a camera.”

Giovanni makes a slightly dismissive gesture, but offers a wink. 

There’s aspects of being a criminal that he still resents, but one thing that he doesn’t is the thrill and payoff of success. Chances to prove one’s own cleverness over and over again.

“… Tell me about your team. I’m looking forward to new associates.”

He leans forward, elbows propped up on the table, and hands folded in front of his lips as he assesses Remy with the same keenness. Curiosity had always been a defining quality of his, and nothing quite captures his interest like an unusual trainer and their team.

It’s something he hasn’t shaken, even from his days as a Gym Leader.

“ Oh, of course. I figured you’d be trying out something new for a change. You’ve always got something else going on when we meet like this. ”

They can’t help a little laugh at the mention of the camera, imagining Giovanni with his severe face playing the part of cameraman behind them. It paid off to have a serious one holding the footage -- people tended to behave differently if they felt it really was an important moment.

Giovanni leans forward as well and Remy can’t help the smile that sticks to their features. It’s strange, to feel pride in having Giovanni’s interest. He was stronger than most, and he made sure to pick those he knew were capable. Being one of the ones he still trusted put them on a very special list indeed.

“ As Pokemon-friendly as this building is, my new friends are a bit too big to be in here. I’ll show you them later. Took a trip to Unova to study the gym culture there and brought back a whole host of new friends. One’s still just a baby, he’s back home, but I brought the other two with me. And of course, she’s still around. ”

A tap to one of the pokeballs at their belt released Ariados, who crawls over the back of the seat to cling to Remy’s shoulders. Her forelegs wave in greeting to an old face she recognizes before she settles and cleans herself in the moment.

“ A few oldies, a few newbies. I think you’d like the new spread. Lots of interesting bugs and poisonous pokemon outside of the old stomping grounds. ”

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boss.

The Chatot coos and clucks, pulling on Giovanni’s sleeve to demand attention. Reflexively, he grants it, scratching the guard feathers at the top of their throat and caressing the top of its beak with his thumb.

Ah if he had Persian here, he’s certain she would be jealous.

“Hah, yes, that one researcher is definitely a disgruntled employee. Disgruntled enough to violate a pretty serious non-disclosure agreement. Though not disgruntled enough to violate it for free…”

Another sip of coffee, contemplating the events that led to this. Awful big business for what was, essentially, a couple of independent contractors infiltrating a massive company and research center.

“You know me,” Giovanni says, nursing his cup, “I’m just up to another one of my schemes. I will admit though, the point of this isn’t profit. Not really. This is actually personal.”

He pauses, and sets down his mug. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a small flash drive.

“Look over this, and you may have a guess.”

On the flash drive is a series of photos of meteoric activity, auroras, energy fields, and a study on an extra terrestrial virus becoming a fully fledged, multicellular pokemon in the energy fields and reacting to something in the meteors.

There’s citations of other projects of his in this report as well. Project Mewtwo in particular stands out to him. Firstly, the fact that his projects were secretive in nature. The second was that the similarities of small genetic strands being made into an artificial, powerful pokemon was… disconcerting.

It also meant that there may be something in there that Mewtwo could use as well.

“You can have some time to look over it. I already got our media passes.”

The drive is taken before the waitress or Chatot sees it and gets any funny ideas, and Remy steeples their fingers around it as they consider the little piece of tech. It was the dream of a lifetime to be handed something so confidential without much prodding, but Remy knew better than to expect this sort of thing for free.

If the boss was interested, it intersected with old ideas. Remy had heard inklings of the projects Rocket had been involved in before they had joined officially, and those things had a way of rearing their ugly heads now more than ever.

The drive is tucked into the pocket of their shirt, a low hum escaping them as they consider it.

“ I’ll give it a good look once I’m back at my room. Left the laptop back to keep it outta the rain, you know the drill. ”

You didn’t look at confidential files in public either. It was rule number one (or two or three -- one of the top three, definitely.)

Coffee comes and is set beside Remy with a murmur that their food would be out shortly, and they look Giovanni over with a keen, almost critical eye before drawing their mug close.

“ You’ve already booked media passes? Hmmm. Something tells me you’ve got two tickets with our names on them on the ferry over too. Always prepared. ”

They smile again, even as they offer a fingertip covered in whipped cream to Chatot as he bounces over to them.

“ Alright, you already had my curiosity piqued, but now you’ve got me hooked. I’ve brought the usual crew -- and a few faces you ain’t met yet. Excited for it. Mossdeep’s likely to be battened down with these storms, being a little island and all. ”

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boss.

“Heh,” Giovanni smirks, looking up from his coffee to greet his compatriot.

“If you were guessing I was in a mud puddle for the better half of this week- you’d be right.”

The monsoon season had been brutal- incredibly so. Flash floods at Fortree City and along Route 120 had put complications in his initial research goals- but none the less, some much more interesting rumors had cropped up.

He slides over the laminated menu to Remy, to browse over the pastries and creature comforts offered in the dry haven in the rainy weather.

“As for what work we’ll be up to, I’ve actually heard some rather interesting things are happening at Mossdeep Space Center.”

He lets his words linger, tilts his head and quirks a brow.

“Something about mutated alien viruses and meteorites. Are you interested?”

The menu gets pulled close and they lean forward to peek at it. Their Chatot hops forward, bends to pluck at Giovanni’s sleeve and gives a musical little coo in response, even as Remy reaches out to scratch behind his crest.

“ I have heard about some interesting research. Another researcher got the boot at the station in this region for digging too deep -- or so I’ve heard through the grapevine. ”

A drum of their fingers on the menu is a sign that they’re thinking, though there’s a little smile on their face.

“ I was wondering why you told me to bring my best along when you rang. Of course I’m interested. Off the record work is what I specialize in, after all. It does mean the Prince is gonna have to have a babysitter for a day or two, isn’t that right? ”

The Chatot chirruped quietly, nibbling on their fingers before they laughed and sat back. It’s quick to order something to eat, and then it’s just a matter of waiting and watching the rain.

“ What’s got you so interested in it, though? Hm? Seems like awful big business for our old crew. ”

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@tohjofallsexile !

The Hoenn region was warm, humid and windy on their second trip to the region. Their first trip had been an adventure into the mountains, stepping through ash clouds and into the lowlands beyond to investigate and write on the change in gym leader from the past generation there.

They’d like to call this a vacation -- the department store and the museum were calling their name as Remy steps through the streets that were mostly deserted in the wake and warning of another rain storm, carefully picking their way around puddles as the Chatot on their shoulder complains about water dripping on him from beneath the umbrella.

Their destination is a quiet little cafe tucked on the far side of the Cove Lily Motel, with striped awnings and a painting of a Tentacool holding a small platter of brightly colored treats. It was apparently a popular place here, and an addendum to the sign being battered by the wind proclaimed it had only recently reopened after the catastrophic weather events that had plagued the region in the near past.

A shake of the umbrella clears it of the worst water before its tucked under their arm and their Chatot is mimicking the bell chime noise overhead as they step into the building. They already know where they’re going to sit. A quiet conversation with the waitress explains that they’re “ meeting an old friend for lunch today, thank you, thank you, yes. ”

Chatot lands at the edge of the table first, fluffing his feathers and copying Remy’s voice as they reach the table.

How ya doin’?

“ You look like someone who’s spent the better part of the week in a mud puddle. Long time no see. ”

The habit of calling him Boss is hard to break, but maybe unwise here. A smile beams on their face as they take a seat, steepling their fingers.

“ Been a long time since you called ol’ Remington up for some work. What’s up? ”

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the funniest thing for me is remy being ex-rocket, being at the goldenrod radio station and getting caught up in the rocket takeover, but as a hostage and not as a member of team rocket.

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maybe a starter call so u can get bothered by this reporter.

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