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@flares-imperfect-world
"Hi! I was wondering about the thing you were going to make to make my mission easier? Is it finished?"
"Of course."
Lysandre walked over to a cabinet and plucked a device out. Frankly, it looked quite similar to a normal flash drive, though larger. He offered it to the blond boy.
"Plug it into any USB drive on the computers. The software will do the hacking for you, and extract data until the card's rather expansive memory is filled."
Cue a Zorua scampering to Lysandre's lab with a note in its mouth: "Hello, I apologize for the Zorua instead of my presence while I'm recovering. Would you kindly build me a hydraulic rock splitter? The purpose of it is to split moonstone quarries without damaging the product inside. Thank you. ~Roark"
Lysandre picked up the note and read over it. Hydraulic mining equipment, eh? He’d have to take a few supplies from other scientists’ labs, but he could manage that. He sent the Zorua back with his own note.
Consider it done. Come by to pick it up when you are recovered. - Lysandre
Amarillo approaches the man cautiously. "Um, excuse me. My name is Amarillo, and I saw that you were offering help with missions? Well, um, I don't think I need you to make anything, but you seem really knowledgeable and I, um, need some help with my mission. You see, I have to steal information, but I've never had to use this software before, and computers are really foreign to me. I was wondering if you could help me with it, or send me to someone who might be able to?"
"That will be simple. As a matter of fact, I think I already have a blueprint for something that will make the process much easier. Come by tomorrow and I’ll give it to you, as well as show you how the device works."
"If anyone needs equipment for their missions built, come see me in the labs by 4:00 PM today. I will accept no late tasks, as I will be spending the entire evening building."
How are you enjoying your time back in Team Rocket?
"It is as enjoyable as can be expected from work with common criminals. It is a relief to meet certain figures again."
Orgy, y/n?
"No. No, I am not interested at all."
Malva could only picture the imagery of Lysandre clawing his way through so many feet of rubble. Not much puts her insides in such knots these days, but envisioning him going through such an ordeal without any such help, most likely suffering the pain of dying repeatedly but without actually dying…If only she had stayed longer that day, perhaps continued to dig for him, maybe she would’ve been able to spare him some of that suffering.
She would be sure to never make that mistake again.
Pursing her lips for a moment, she figured she would spare herself the pain and ask the typical question. She need not ask if he was planning on reviving Flare-she knew he absolutely did. Whether she was allowed to be a part of it again was not up to her, so as such she wouldn’t push that issue any further. Likewise, any plans he had in store were also none of her business until he decided to make her privy, even if she was head of information. She had a much more ‘practical’ question. “…I’d like to know my orders, if you have any for me, sir. Given your current status, I have no idea what use I can be to you now, if any at all, but I am fully prepared to do whatever is needed.”
"Orders?"
What orders could he really give? He was a scientist, and he presumed she was a grunt. While technically he had small authority over her, it was only in terms of using her as a "human resource". Perhaps it was best to again subjugate himself.
"For the moment, proceed as usual. Should there be extraordinary circumstances, I will again take reins. It would be unwise to attempt anything while we are so deeply underground."
Malva felt relief easing her steps once Lysandre revealed he wasn’t upset with her, but she continued to follow dutifully down the winding steps. “Indeed, I can safely say that not a single person outside of those at Team Rocket are aware of your continued existence. You’ve done perfectly in that regard, as per usual.” It made her so happy to say that he did not screw up. He was still perfect.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Even Lise could feel Malva’s growing warmth from the conversation. Each word, though still said the same, seemed to be holding more and more vigor behind it. "And I will be happy to give it. Overall, it appears that the Kalos Pokemon League is corrupted. All Gym Leaders and Elite Four are forced to carry out various illegal or twisted activities for them. Members are held against their will by blackmail and sabotage. They did not get to me of course, however all other members did seem involved. When I left them, this was still the case. What the leaders of the Kalos League intend to do moving forward, I could not figure out, however they show no signs of waning activity."
She and Lise stopped effortlessly as soon as Lysandre halted, only showing she did not entirely anticipate his sudden turn by a blink. “It is impossible for a simple human to withstand the pressure of such an amount of debris beyond a few hours. Given what we were using to power the Ultimate Weapon, I can only assume the Life Pokemon bequeathed immortality to you. That is the extent of my knowledge, however.”
He cracked a smile when she gave him her theory. He gave an affirmative nod. It would likely be foolish for her to give anything else, considering the circumstances of his supposed demise.
"You are correct. I dug myself out of the ground over the course of two months following the bestowing of my immortality and made my way here. I have been functioning as a scientist in their employ since then, pardoning the last six months that I have been traveling," he explained.
He turned back around and began picking up items off of the tables and putting them away. He was still trying to restore the order he used to keep, which meant he had a place for everything: nuts and bolts in one cabinet, screws and screwdrivers in another. He uncovered a blueprint left on the table and looked over it for a minute. He then crumpled it up and tossed it into a waste bin.
"Would you like to know anything else, Malva?" he asked.
Malva and Lise simply followed in silence until he spoke, arms still tucked neatly behind her. She could only assume he wanted more private quarters to discuss in.
"Understood." She made sure to pitch her voice so that it could not be overheard by any prying ears. "No, sir. I’ve kept my affiliations quiet as per the requirements of someone in my profession, even amongst those here. Only one person has discovered my affiliations, and I have taken measures to silence him. My motivations for coming here were strictly the business of Flare. Namely I have been searching for others who remain loyal to the ways of Flare-to you- with the original intention of restarting the group. Notably, I have found another former Flare member here, but his dedication is uncertain at best. Given your return, however, such plans have been shelved immediately and I return to deferring to you on all such matters. Apologies…It truly did appear that you had died. I mean no disrespect….."
Quickly fixing her glasses, she continued her explanation. “My job itself has become unsuitable regardless. After your assets were seized, the new management did not take kindly to my stardom status and were slowly robbing me of pay and influence so as to advance their own interests. In addition, my other job at the Elite Four, as you may recall, was simply a cover mission I was assigned to. Given the disbanding, I saw no further reason to stay after my investigation was complete. Speaking of which, I also uncovered some, rather interesting intelligence on the League itself, if you wish to hear it. Have I satisfied your two queries?”
He listened intently to her reply as they descended through the base's floors. His destination was his personal lab to resume cleaning the mess left him during his absence. He turned his head and quirked an eyebrow at her apology, but said nothing until she was finished.
"I understand. You need not apologize for believing me dead. In fact, I consider it a compliment to how well I have hidden myself from the world. As I'm sure you are aware, if I were to be discovered alive and well, I would rather quickly be apprehended, tried, and sentenced to life in prison.
"I appreciate your continued loyalty, even now that Team Flare is officially disbanded. I am aware of Roger's presence here, and have spoken with him on one occasion. I will be happy to hear your intelligence, though it does me little good now that I am in no position of authority."
They reached the bottom floor, home to the labs. He navigated through the familiar corridors to a large, cluttered lab room. He stopped suddenly once they were in and turned on his heel to face her.
"I suppose you wish to know how I survived, then? Or do you already have a theory?"
If Malva was in a better, or more stable, mood, she’d have quipped about the dripping irony in Lysandre’s reaction. Yes, he should be the one questioning whether the girl who didn’t get trapped under meters of debris is the one who is in front of him. Such joking has its place, however, and if used here it would only be highly distasteful, not to mention disrespectful to the incredible ordeal he had survived.
All no thanks to her, of course.
"…It is, sir." She tapped her Poke Ball once, calling Lise forth. The Pyroar immediately recognized Lysandre as well, but her only indication of excitement was the widening of her eyes. She was too well-trained to budge from her Trainer’s side unless told. Lise desperately wanted to cover Lysandre in her smell with oodles of nuzzling though. She couldn’t stand the foreign odors emanating from him. Again, though, she dare not move before her owner.
Even though Malva may not have ever seen Lysandre’s scientific side of himself, she always had an inkling of its existence. As skilled and well-equipped as the scientists at Flare were, she was sure that there had to be someone else of a far superior intellect directing them. Even if it wasn’t Lysandre, she was certain he was no fool. If she had not sensed intelligence from him, she’d have never dealt with Flare in the first place.
As such, even when she had spoken to him just then, she barely showed any movement beyond a small smile cracking on her face for a brief moment. It was not her typical one of malice, either, or coyness, or cleverness, or any of her many personas. Happy fit better here. Genuine happiness. Even if he was not, she couldn’t help it. Still, though, she waited, and she’d continue to until he gave her permission to enter.
He cleared his throat and nodded. He pulled his coat straight while he tried to determine how to treat this meeting. He had a lot of questions, certainly, and he was sure she did as well.
He stepped out of his room and shut the door behind him. He gestured for her to follow him while he walked to the stairs.
"It has been a very long time," he said as he walked. "We both have questions to be answered. We may ask them in turn, and I shall go first. Why did you leave your job in Kalos to come here? Was your affiliation perhaps released to the public?"
((If anyone wants to join in the Chatzy, it's kinda lonely in there.))
Return to Rocket || Lysandre & Kiko
Kiko held the ball in her hands and stared at it like it was a dangerous object, which in a way it was, “Wow I can’t believe you actually managed to capture it….” She whispered as she poked the ball very carefully, “I can see why you would have it in such a sealed ball…It’s probably pissed at you right now….” She looked back at Lysandre curiously, “So what are you gonna do with it now….??”
"Even if it is, as you say, 'pissed', its capture ensures its loyalty. It will have no choice but to obey my commands. That was, perhaps, my weakness when I took Xerneas. I never captured it, and therefore it was capable of rebellion.
"The Pokeball is designed to be unlockable only by myself... for security purposes more than anything. I don't much like the idea of any of these lowlifes getting their hands on my Pokemon, especially one as powerful as Yveltal. Nobody will know how to harness its power effectively. Even I am slightly inexperienced.
"As for now? For now, I keep it in the ball and use it only when necessary. I have a full Pokemon team that traveled with me. They shall be my true fighters."
"………………………………"
Shifting slowly from the edge of her bed, Malva stood up for a moment. A small draft would’ve easily knocked her over right now. She was still trying to…process it all-even though the answer was painfully simple. So simple she could feel her teeth setting from the sting of the truth’s clear, perfectly sharp edge. She knew there was only one way a human could’ve survived being trapped under rubble like that…But then if that was the case like it so obviously seemed, what use was it to continue thinking so much? In fact, what use was standing? After her performance and where he currently stands, what use is she to him?
Despite the way her head felt about all this, she couldn’t help but find that, for the first time in a long time, she had lost all control of her own body. She simply walked, out of her room, down the hallways, knowing her legs would only stop when they found themselves in front of his door. For what, she didn’t quite know yet.
She hated that, almost as much as she hated herself at that moment.
Lysandre had not known Malva had even left the League. After all, when he had last been around the news, it was regional news for Johto. The last thing he knew, Malva had been in Kalos, most likely covering up her loyalties to Flare.
Imagine his surprise when he opened his door to find the woman standing there. He recoiled a bit and blinked several times. He then stared her up and down, trying to discern if this was some trick of a Zoroark or something.
"Malva?" he croaked. "Is that really you?"
How utterly foolish he felt in his lab coat. She knew him as the wealthy CEO of the Aumône Corporation and the boss of Team Flare. His scientific mind was not a side he had shown her before.
Return to Rocket (Open)
"I guess so…maybe shoulda come down here to check on things more often but honestly we all thought that once you left you weren’t coming back…" The woman mused as she played with a strand of her hair, which in recent months seemed to have tamed down from the ragged mess it used to be. Kiko looked down at the Pokeball as it was rolled over to her and she caught it in her hand. She picked it up and looked over the locking mechanism curiously, it didn’t look like it was made just to keep people from getting inside, no it looked like it was also made to keep whatever was inside from getting out. "Wait you mean this is—!?" Kiko looked at the pokeball with wide eyes and almost choked, "H-How did you even catch it!?"
"I suppose you want the full story, but to be honest, that's a very long one. Capturing it was really the easy part - it can be captured much like any other Pokemon once it has been defeated, though as you can see I increased my own chances with a ball specially designed for Yveltal.
"The hardest part, truly, was to find its resting place. I traveled across four regions and climbed mountains to find the cocoon, chasing after legends and local rumors everywhere I went. Mysterious disappearances, potential sightings, et cetera. I was eventually lead to a mountain peak in Sinnoh just a month ago, where I did battle with Yveltal and captured it after several hours."
Return to Rocket (Open)
Kiko watched in amusement as the taller man cleaned up around the lab, “Welcome back bud…don’t worry you haven’t missed too much around here…aside from a person or two leaving…a person or two coming around…things like that…..” She walked over and sat down on a stool, wiping a bit of dust before hand, “Man this place is a dump….I didn’t realize the other scientists here were so messy….” She decided to help out a little at least by straightening out the table she was sitting by, putting papers in a pile at the corner for Lysandre to sort through himself when he felt like it, “So how did this personal mission of yours turn out?”
"They shouldn't be," he replied. "Any productive workspace should be kept tidy, especially ones in the pursuit of science. I suppose they decided that since my lab wasn't in use, it was a storage facility."
He picked a black Pokeball off of his belt and rolled it across the table to Kiko. It was emblazoned with the Team Flare emblem in bright orange, and a secure locking mechanism held it shut. If she tried to release the Pokemon inside, it wouldn't open at all.
"A personally crafted Pokeball. It contains a Pokemon we discussed several months back," he said. "My immortality shall not be a burden for me. Potentially, I suppose it could override yours, as well."
