Hell-Sung

Baby I'm a shot in the dark, A bump in the night, That keeps on coming back, To keep you up at night, And baby you can be damn sure, You'll never sleep again. {Leader of Team Evolution} {Affiliated with Agron Region}

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Ailis really wasn’t sure how to read this man. From his facial expressions, it looked more like he wasn’t really interested in her offer, but his words still had her continue speaking. Well, as long as he was willing to listen to her, he could be dressing up as a clown and she would still continue speaking. It’d be a waste of time to have come here and not get anything out of it after all.

“I’m going to be honest with you. Our goals are not the same, but your goal might still have piqued my interest. I—or rather we—would be willing to help you in any way we can, as long as your guys don’t get in the way of our goals. It’d save us both time and resources by not being rivals in this region, as two organization that actually can assist each other.”

As his trainer was being serious and picking her words carefully, the Zoroark’s attention was on the Houndoom whose sight didn’t leave the pair for even a second. Kuro narrowed his eyes, almost glaring at the other pokémon. Being stared at like this by a complete stranger of a pokémon was not on his list of “likes”. And if asked to, he’d gladly try and dispose of anyone who dared to look at his trainer the way the Houndoom did, too.

But none of those things were part of Ailis’ plan, and the blonde shoot a glare at the Zoroark once she noticed it looked like he was ready to jump on the other pokémon. “Play nice…” she whispered. At least it seemed to work, as Kuro laid down near her feet, closing his eyes as if deciding it was a perfect time to take a nap.

“I’m sorry about that… He can be a bit… How do I put it? Over protective,” she said with a wry smile towards Cerberus.

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He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “And, how, may I ask, does your group benefit by assisting us if we don’t share the same goals? I will hardly allow my supporters to become pawns, or stepping stones to something larger than themselves. protecting them is my priority, after all.” He wasn’t necessarily trying to provoke her, but it was important for her, and her organization, to know where they stood in the grand scheme of things when it came to Cerberus’s concerns. 

Enyo ignored the fox’s actions. She may have disliked the creature, and would have loved to meet his challenge, but this was neither the time nor place to start picking a fight with the animal. But she didn’t avert her gaze either. A fight was something she was prepared for. There had always been a chance for one to crop up with this woman during their conversation that Enyo was barely following, but it so happened, she wouldn’t be the one to throw the first strike. She knew well enough that wasn’t what her master wanted, and that it might place them into awkward situation with whomever this woman was in charge of.   

But her fur rose, and her muscles tensed when the other Pokemon seemingly became more hostile. Ready for a brawl with the stranger’s partner at any given moment, as she rose to her feet in front of her master. Lips pulling back into a snarl as a warning, letting him know that if he dared to move, she would most certainly bite back, and hard.

But he was settled by his master’s words, and Enyo relaxed ever so slightly as a result, not wanting to mark her master’s reputation. Her short fur slicking back down, as her tail flopped back down. She wasn’t a fan of this pair at all. They were hardly worthy of any sort of trust, but her opinion was based solely on her dislike for the fox, as she viewed him as a threat. Leaving an unpleasant feeling in her bones, and the flames within her boiling at the back of her throat just in case he wasn’t content with calling things off. 

“It’s all right,” He mused, hushing the massive Houndoom to ease her concerns while pressing his heel against Enyo’s extended paws to make her step back slightly. Placing his leg slightly in front of her, a position she very much didn’t care for, but obliged regardless.  “Now then, with that out of the way, what exactly did you have in mind? There must be something this for you to pursue it, after all.”

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principal’s office;

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Jules tilted his head, lost in thought. He couldn’t turn down a job from the boss. Oftentimes he had to commit petty crimes, steal here and there, get rid of dislikeable individuals, maybe destroy something. One with Cerberus would be far from boring. It would be something exciting, bigger and better. Curiosity left a myriad of questions on his tongue but refrained from asking; Enyo looked more murderous than he thought possible. Shutting up would be a good move.

      A sheet of paper was pulled from between the folds of a stack. It was a wonder he found exactly what he wanted in such a mess. Only a higher power would know that secret. He stepped forward, hand outstretched to take it. His eyes skimmed over the paragraphs and after a prolonged silence, cleared his throat. Jules looked over the sheet as Cerberus spoke again, soon giving a nod in acceptance. As far as he was concerned, the hostility from Enyo was the last thing he would have to worry about now.

      “I’ve heard,” Jules paused to recall the rumours. Snarky grunts had returned with complaints that someone wrecked their business. “Couple people said they caused trouble. Wouldn’t mind meeting ‘em.”

      And he would. Oh, he needn’t hold back this time. The prospect seemed even better with the knowledge that he would do all of this with the boss instead of a whiny grunt. He’d been told about how the boss handled matters in whispers before, but all the tales seemed too vague or far-fetched. 

       Now, he’d find out. “I’d very much like to.”

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Enyo’s nose lifted towards the stack of papers, as it swayed uneasily upon the desk, pushing it back into place her tail while her master continued to babble something at the unwelcome grunt. A collection of half-filled out forms, and half-read reports, along with nearly every writing utensil imaginable, it was truly a wonder how Cerberus even managed to keep Team Evolution afloat, and how he had managed to mow exactly where in that rather impressive pile of papers the one he needed actually was. He was incredible, and not in a good way either.

His smile brightened slightly at the words. “Oh? Wonderful.” If only for the reason that he wouldn’t have to explain anything about the situation to the boy, as a vague understanding of the problem was good enough for him. After all, this wasn’t something that needed understanding, and Cerberus, by no means, had any intention of playing ‘nice’, or ‘talking’ this out anyone who dared believe they could stick their nose into his team without facing dire consequences for their actions.

“Neither would I.” His gaze turned to the Houndoom. Her head pricking up, and her rage stolen from Jules in order to meet Cerberus’s. Her tail flicking hard against the ground, and her lips peeling back to reveal her massive fangs, saliva dripping from her jaws.

“I’m glad.” He turned his attention back to Jules, as did Enyo. “I look forward to working with you.” Well, more so, he looked forward to ridding them of a few unwanted problems without having to worry about anyone’s morals getting in the way. Or so he hoped, from what he had been informed of about the grunt.

“We leave tomorrow morning. Do try your best not to be late.” His tone was always friendly, and carefree, but his words were almost always intended as a threat. He was a somewhat unsettling person to be around, or speak to at times.

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                                   this isn’t the E N D, my friend —–                                          this is simply the BEGINNING                                                that you NEVER WANTED

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しんさつしつ

                  The regular cryptic message he was left with caused Fumio to be far more alert than the usual.  His shift at the Pokémon centre had been without incident thus far, aside from a rather anxious Furfrou which sank its fangs into a fellow nurse’s arm and now snoozed away after having been sedated.  Simple precautionary measures, nothing more nothing less.  He was waiting for that man to waltz his way into the centre as per norm, with that nonchalance which seemed all too characteristic of him.  A checkup for his team once a month on the dot.  They always came to him, regardless of how many nurses were stationed in the premises at the time.

                Of course he was ready for them.  Though something about the researcher seemed vaguely disquieting, but the nurse hadn’t given it enough thought to pin point it yet.  Not that he particularly cared either.

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Cerberus had a few habits, but rarely did they stick for terribly long, for they changed far too often to count. But there was one he was fairly committed to keeping, at least for the time being. His mind was a fickle thing, after all. Yet, he had been taking his Pokemon to a certain nurse in the region for quite some time now. Always at the same time, and always visiting monthly. The work his Pokemon did was demanding, and they were in fights quite often. While it hadn’t been his idea to start this routine, it had begun several months ago regardless, when Enyo had chipped a tooth in a fight. Cerberus himself was terribly religious when it came to getting anything pertaining to himself checked out, but his partners were an entirely different story.

And, perfectly on time, he made his way the Pokemon Center. After all, Fumio would be expecting him. It wasn’t as if his visit was surprising in any way. The other nurses ignored him entirely, likely thankful they didn’t have to deal with him, or his Pokemon, when he walked in. That, and all of them were aware of the fact that he was only willing to allow his Pokemon to see one person.

Moving to the counter, he stopped the other man, and shot him a smile. Though his smiles were always a tad bit intimidating, and unsettling, no matter his intentions. “Good morning.”

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Will-O-Wisps

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Burton just chuckled it off. It wasn’t the first, nor it would be the last time, he’ll be snapped at. It didn’t faze the ghost, who was known on her team for being fearless. And, perhaps, a bit foolish.

Ziarae only smiled, as the man scolded the Houndoom, who whimpered at Burton as an apology, only earning another laugh from the ghost. 

“She seems like a handful, but it’s clear she loves you.”

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Had Enyo lacked any ounce of respect for her master, she would have shredded the ghost Pokemon right then and there. The laughing rang against her sensitive ears, and irritated them. Grinding against her willingness to remain rooted in place, and her desire to completely destroy the Pokemon before her. Her sharp claws dug deep into the earth, easily breaking apart the ground at her feet while lips curled back into a snarl that would most certainly never leaver her features. At least not until they were a thousand miles away from the damn ghost.   

“I suppose, but I believe you have the bigger handful here.” He laughed lightly, watching, as Enyo’s fur stood on end. Her intense gazed fixed on the ghost while she used every ounce of willpower she held to not lunge for the Pokemon, or worse.

“I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, yet, have I? My name is Cerberus.”

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“Don’t worry about your door, it is still in tact. I didn’t leave a single scratch on it, if that makes you feel any better,” she added with a light chuckle before stepping into his office. The Zoroark followed her, also seeming to completely ignore the Houndoom. This was not the first time either of them came face to face with a pokémon that would gladly chase them out of a building, dead or alive.

“Well, I suppose I should be thanking you for willingly taking the time to talk to a complete stranger. You probably have a lot of things to do, so I’ll do my best to make this brief.” The smile she had greeted him with just a moment ago was now slowly fading. After all, this was a serious matter she had come all the way for.

“Let me ask you first. How much do you know about the yakuza?” she asked. “You see… We’d hardly want to end up being enemies with you. Neither of us would benefit from something like that. So I came here today, wondering if you’d be willing to—let’s say—play for the same team.”

Her facial expression was a serious one as she looked at Cerberus. “I’m sure that you as the boss of Team Evolution would dislike making enemies of someone that could possibly help you with your goal, too.”

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“Wonderful.” He had, after all, just had it replaced within the past few weeks, as a certain someone just loved breaking it down. Although, they would likely argue he deserved it, and he would admit he would lose that fight, if he tried to claim he didn’t. And it very well meet its maker for what would be the tenth time, if said individual discovered that he willingly invited someone who had broken into the lab into his office. 

“Stranger, or otherwise, it makes little difference to me. I assume your reasoning for coming here is of value to you, if you took the time to break into my facility.”  Though her expression had taken on a more serious note, his tone remained carefree, and the smile upon his lips remained. He was relaxed, and, if he was being frank, cared very little about the entire situation. If she hadn’t become hostile by now, she likely wasn’t going to. Cerberus, despite hos often he created trouble, had a surprising knack for understanding the human mind, and humans in general. The same could be said for Pokemon.

He leaned back against his desk, ignoring Enyo, as she sat down beside him. Her gaze never removing itself from the woman, or her Pokemon, even if Cerberus’s had a tendency to wander. Though, he was hardly dismissing, or ignoring her. It wasn’t in his nature to do so. 

“Hmmm, I know a bit.” Or rather, a decent amount given his background, but it had been years since the topic had come up, for it had been a popular one in the numerous gangs he had been a part of. Not nearly much recently, though, for he had little reason to become involved with them. 

He tilted his head forward, meeting her gaze now. “I suppose, though my concern is always Team Evolution. If our goals align, and it would be beneficial, I would not be opposed to working together. Though, that is, of course, it won’t get in our way.”

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{Hey! I apologize for being slow. I had the convention last weekend, and I started classes again on Tuesday. All of my classes are writing intensive, as well as upper level (it’s my senior year), so I don’t have as much time as I did over break to do replies. I also have a convention next month (and then the month after. I picked a fantastic time for my business to start taking off, haha). So, roleplaying isn’t on the top of my list of priorities, and I’m still readjusting to college again. I’ll be slow, but I’ll still be around. I apologize that I won’t be nearly as fast as I was over break, and I am very sorry for how long it’s taking me to get to replies! Hopefully once I’m more used to my schedule, I’ll be able to get things done faster!}

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Hellhounds by mokunaminchan

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hellboundxhound

It was protocol to report to the boss whenever returning from a job, so Ryuu walked over to Cerberus’ office the moment he returned to their headquarters. Not even bothering to knock, he opened the door to the office and leaned against the door in the doorway.

“I’m back now and everything is handled.” He moved his kiseru pipe up to his lips, then removed it as he breathed out some tobacco smoke. “Some of the grunts screwed up, but I managed to fix everything before it got too bad. You really should teach them a lesson or two for this, Boss.”

He put the kiseru pipe back in the arm of his yukata, looking pretty much ready to leave again. “Unless you have a new job for me, I’ll be off then.”

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His head was throbbing, and the squeaking of Enyo’s fangs as they dug into the rubber duck Rowe had gifted her as a prank less than an hour ago. Pieces already scattered about the floor of his office that he hadn’t bothered to pick up yet, because, well, the thing would be shredded in a few more minutes anyway. Even if the noise it made was obnoxious, and he was fairly certain that had been intentional on the admin’s part, but if he had more energy, he would have taken it away. Truth be told, he had managed to catch something from one of the grunts, and was currently in complete denial because seriously he doesn’t get sick.

When the door creaked open, Enyo’s muzzle snapped up from the poor toy until she noticed who it was, and lazily dipped her head back down to gut the duck. Cerberus’s gaze shifted from the poor toy to the door, as he suppressed a groan, and the thought of, well at least it’s not one of the other two.

“Ahh, thank you, Ryuu, that’s wonderful news.” So maybe he let the grunts get away with a few too many things, but isn’t that what he had admins for in the first place? “I don’t have another mission for you, but would you, perhaps, considering dog sitting? I think she would just adore your company.”

There was an awful screaming noise, as Enyo managed to yank the squeaker out of the poor duck, and Cerberus groaned in response. She was going to be the death of him tonight. Proud of herself, she picked up the pitiful remains of the toy, and trotted right up to Ryuu. Dropping the toy at his feet while wagging her tail.

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principal’s office;

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A meeting with the boss created a number of scenarios in his head. Would he get kicked out of Team Evolution for screwing up? Was he being handed a different job? There were several possibilities to consider, but a rather nasty welcome from a snarling Houndoom was certainly not one of them. It was clear that the Pokemon – Enyo, wasn’t it? – didn’t appreciate his company. The feeling was mutual; he never much liked the idea of having one himself. Jules’ expression soured and looked sharply at the canine, challenging her.

      Damn dog. He’d come here for work reasons, not an animal that was up in arms the moment a stranger disturbed nap time. His stare was broken as the boss began to speak.

      A sly smile quirked the corners of his mouth. “Good to know.” At least this organisation didn’t feel the need to hassle their grunts to be the “good” kind of criminals, if there was such a thing. “So what do you need instead?”

      The answer arrived soon enough. To be truthful, the proposition of a job with Cerberus surprised him. Why would someone want to waste their time mucking about with the ones at the very bottom? It wasn’t as if he felt inadequate, in fact, he felt perfectly capable of doing what he needed to do. Regardless, he expected an Admin to do something like this in his place.

      “Sounds fun.” Jules would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested. What exactly would he get up to today, he wondered. “This involves what, exactly?”

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Enyo’s burning desire to shred the boy seemed to increase with each second that ticked past. There was not one thing she liked about this grunt. His attitude was about as bad as her own, and even the sound of his voice was starting to get to her, but she did her best to ease her snarling to a mere growl lodged within her throat. Sometimes, she really disliked Cerberus’s way of handling just about everything.

Unlike the Houndoom, Cerberus ignored the countless problems she spied in the grunt in order to focus on Team Evolution itself. While Enyo might have only seen the sheer amount of issues that came with the grunt, Cerberus was a curious person by nature, and enjoyed getting, no matter how brief, the chance to understand each and ever person within his organization for he wasn’t one to simply accept everyone who confessed a random desire to join them. 

“Then I take it you’ll accept the job?” He asked before diving into any details. “I do hope that it will interest you,” He stated, turning to his desk to grab a file from within the messy stack of papers that even Arceus likely couldn’t have made heads nor tails of. No one had ever claimed the boss of Team Evolution to be an organized man for a reason.

Offering the boy the report, “It seems a vigilante group has recently begun destroying our ships with when they reach Syenite Port.” With a grin he looked at the other. “I suppose they think they’re accomplishing something.” He shrugged.

“Regardless, I plan on putting them in their place. Would you care to join me?”

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💘 ???

{I think they could work! But there’s a few factors involved with it since they both put their work over their personal lives (aka hope the two organizations never have a falling out, because that would be bad, for both everyone, and their own relationship).

Otherwise, they’re both similar in other aspects, as well, both need quite a bit of time to get to know someone before pursing a serious relationship, so I think they’d both being will take things slowly without it being much of an issue, and as a result of that, I feel like they wouldn’t need to constantly be reassured by one another that their relationship was fine, and they could go a few days drowning in their own work, and without speaking to another without a problem/argument arising, as I think it would be normal for both of them. (But they’d both have to get their noses out of their jobs in order to form a relationship).

Personality wise, I think they’re a bit similar with certain things, though I think she’s a bit more serious than he is, which is probably a good thing, because he tends to need grounding more than anything else. He tirelessly pursues his goals/ideas, and sometimes he needs to be told to just stop, and rest for a bit, and I feel like she’s have zero problems just personally hurling his butt into bed to actually get some sleep, and not letting him talk her out of it/escape from her.  

Their morals help a bit, too, as neither one would likely have an issue with their other’s beliefs/moral compass in general, thus what they do in their jobs wouldn’t bother either one of them (to be honest, they’d probably just rant about it at one another). They’ve both done some stuff, been through some stuff, so they’d understand one another in that regard.

But as they don’t know one another well yet, they have to get past the first meeting/first fight/whatnot. Cerberus is a fairly reasonable person, though, and he’s fairly good at solving problems, at the very least. He’s one to shut people out when he’s angry, or ignore an issue he has with another person (unless something goes wrong, and there’s nothing he can do about it). But I also don’t think she’d let him avoid his issues either.

So, yeah, I think they could work!}

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💘 brotp pls

{This is a bit more difficult to do (because I haven’t responded yet I am so sorry), as I haven’t seen how they interact yet, but since Cerberus would have had to give him the title of admin, I assume they get along decently well. 

Ryuu seems like, in general, he’d be a calm person, and I think they’d just hang out together from time to time. They seem like they’d just relax together, probably talk about Team Evolution, and stuff.

Basically, I think they’d chill together, and bash a few grunts/possibly make fun of poor Rowe in the process.}

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💘 both romance and bro? bromance? lol if you don't want to do the romance it's fine.

{I think they’d work both ways. Here we go again with me being confusing.

I mean, the biggest issue would be the fact that Draze is a member of the Elite Four, and working with his twin sister (since she kind of hates him, so that might make things awkward. But he’s a terrible brother, so he deserves it). Although, I don’t know how well he gets along with Faye, that could be a major factor, although Cerberus does like his sister, she’s sort of in his way at the moment, and he’s not afraid to fight/defeat her if she so happens to get in the way of his goals (though he’d like to avoid doing so). My tangent about Faye aside.

They both vaguely know one another, and I think exploring the relationship they had in the past would be really interesting. In that regard, they have a bit of a shared past, as well. They would both understand where the other one came from (though Cerberus obviously went a different path). I’m sure where Draze’s morals stand either, and if Cerberus’s work would completely ruin any shot at a brotp/romance they would have, as Cerberus is completely unwilling to give up his work for anything (he’d even put it before Faye, and he very much cares for her despite everything).

I think their personalities clash well enough, as well, as I doubt Draze would take any of his nonsense, and Cerberus is the type of person who needs some sort of foundation because he tends to get carried away, and will endlessly pursue his goals. And I feel like Draze could ground him a bit, or at least, wouldn’t put up with his lying/teasing. I also don’t think Draze would just let him vanish, because Cerberus has a habit of doing that when problems arise, and he probably wouldn’t just let him drop everything.

But, yeah, even though this might be a bit confusing, I think they could work either way! Plus, their Pokemon get along. xD}

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💘 { both? c:

put an 💘 in my inbox, and i’ll tell you what i think of our muses as a ship!

{I apologize in advance, because I am awful at sorting out my thoughts}

Ahhh, this is so hard because I like them both as a fantastic brotp, and also think they could work as a ship. Assuming her Rampardos doesn’t destroy him/the lab. Because they compliment one another well, and they’ve already known each other for a handful of years now, so they handle each other’s teasing well/know when something is an empty threat coming from each other (and she also handles his attitude well in general). I also really love they’re both willing to give back what the other dishes out.

I think the hardest part would be just going beyond what they already have, as he’s comfortable with their current relationship, and he’s perfectly fine with depending on her for the team (as we all know Team Evo would be lost without her). Although, because he’s already more comfortable with her, I think he’d be more willing to talk to/listen to her/share things with her. He’s not really the type that speaks very openly about himself, but since they already know one another, it’s much of a problem anymore. It’s also nice since they know each other they likely also know about one another’s flaws, and they’re past the stage where they would see one another as being perfect/past the stage where fighting could ruin their relationship, as I’m sure they’ve gotten into an argument or two since her promotion.

And, although he’s awful at showing it, he does care about her. She doesn’t even an easy job, and she’s always done it well. If he felt she needed for him something, he would be more than willing to do it for her. He’s also always willing to listen to her if she needs to talk to someone, and he’d always be there for her if/when she needs him. He knows where to draw the line between teasing/harassing her, and when to take what she’s saying/doing seriousily.

Her illness will really destroy him one way, or the other, once/if he finds out about her health. And he’d do everything in his power to try to make her life easier (which I doubt she’d be thrilled about). Since he’s come from a background where he lost someone as a result of something similar, he’d have a strong desire to prevent that from happening ever again. 

So, I like them both as a brotp, and as a ship, and I hope that’s not too confusing!}

put an 💘 in my inbox, and i’ll tell you what i think of our muses as a ship!

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Recoil

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    “Sir, there’s a fire..!” Obtuse observation  delivered by the second-in-command to Team Evolution as she balled her fist and repeatedly knocked on the door. Regardless of time and day, reports and acknowledging the superior over every intricate happening under the laboratory’s roof. The woman in the night previous never had a wince of sleep due to the struggles of shifting through a cramped room (in thanks to her entire team occupying their entire bed, packing themselves tightly because of the years traveling together). However, it was apparent that her main Pokemon that she slept with was Marina, her Floatzel, who regulated her body heat due the water storage in the preserve around its neck (usually filled with warm water to help the ill girl). Lazily, the woman adjusted the top of her blue waved Jinbei since the exhausting heat made it necessary to change attire completely. In the instance of the wardrobe change, after having been struck with ash all over her room, her prosthetic leg was revealed and was wrapped with gauze – possibly out of fear of the air pollution harming it. 

   The mentioned Floatzel, of cream and orange fur, stands onto her back paws and casually chews on the back of her trainer’s shorts Soft whimpers and whines escape the often jovial and active Pokemon as the veiled laboratory of soot and ash infiltrates her nostrils. “Fl–FLO!” Marina turns away and slaps her paws onto her coal nose, to then sneeze and violently spray water jets and glides to the other side of the headquarters. The trainer’s brows furrowed at the sight and shook her head,  fully aware that her troublemaker would be at it to flood the premise in no time. All that mattered at the time being was notifying and having the superior making an entrance outside of his room. She swore he was similar to that of a pent-up teenager, always listening to his thoughts or some eccentric music on his headphones (if he could have any without the likes of Enyo tearing them apart). 

  A loud groan escapes her as the cacophony of rising and grouchy grunts were slowly pooling around her. Glances and glares were starting to form like daggers in her back, which trailed down her spinal cord and effectively made her shiver. “Sir!” Cecilia raised her voice and those, already looking over the remains of the ineffective members that seemed to solely depend on them. Several mutters and humored conversations loom around her and she refrained from gritting her teeth. This wasn’t the first ploy in which the other had downright ostracized her in the early morrow; even the leader of the organization had time schedules for his own doings. 

“Cerberus,” her voice lowered to that of a low harsh whisper, “open the door and help the problem.” If only the words spoken reflected her cutthroat attitude as the smog overflowing cloaking the entirety of the pristine walls. She would’ve been fortunate enough to glance down and catch sight of her own bare feet. “Or so help me—”

  Squeeaaaak…

The administrator glances back and raises a brow, “Gordon?” Several blinks and adjustments later, the Rampardos wasn’t a daydream in her mind as the shorter dinosaur Pokemon stands there, with a Skitty squeaker toy. He hasn’t grown out of the chewing stage, despite the rapidness in evolution and training with his trainer, she reflects. As one of the two youngest members in her team, including Averis as the other ‘baby,’ most of his animistic and brutal means of acting on whim was fairly common. The sleep-deprived woman motions over her Pokemon with her index and middle fingers towards herself, and, the creature obliged and lazily shuffled over.

 “The fact you aren’t bothered by this…” Cecilia shrugs to herself and motions the sight of her head to the door as she was standing, facing the Rampardos. He looked to and fro, from her to the door, and the door to her. “Go for it..” 

Squeeeaaak..

  The Rampardos lowers his head and aims his cranium for the blockade, separating whatever is on the other side from her goal. As she snaps her fingers and signals towards the door, Gordon charged towards the door and bashed through the metallic door, watching it fly across the cramped and narrow room. The smog shortly rolled into it and infiltrated the lair of the experiment and companion. Not that it bothered her too much anyways. Gordon blinks, fixating his gaze on the leader and his companion, Enyo. He had been much of a problem since his arrival on the premise, yet, it seemed his trainer always was able to excuse his actions. –And he wasn’t aware of the damages he often caused. The prideful Pokemon wags his tail, chewing on Skitty toy.

   Cecilia rolls her eyes and promptly slithers between the gap from the door frame and her Pokemon and outright trespasses into Cerberus’ private quarters.  As the administrator fixates a gaze upon him, to his Houndoom, and back to the pair in general. “Can you hear me now?” 

  Meanwhile, the excited Rampardos cocks his head at the sight and wags his tail as he was typically the “morning” type… And managed to knock over several disoriented grunts who were passing through, trying to catch eye of the fire. Most went flying back down the hallway.

  However, as amusing as it would be to watch Cerberus suffer through the heavy smog, the woman grabbed a napkin from her shorts’ pocket and flung it over to him. 

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Enyo’s nose wrinkled slightly, as smoke began to climb into the room. The small gap between the door, and the floor allowing it to slowly leak in, but both owner and hound were quite the stubborn pair. Neither one budging an inch despite the horrid stench of smoke, and burning metal mixing together in their terribly sensitive nostrils. Creating an awful mixture that was only worsened by the various gasses being released as a result of the fire. Earning a powerful sneeze from the Houndoom, as she lifted her massive paws to her snout. The fire and smoke would have been nothing for the canine, but the machines were another story entirely. Digging her claws into her skin, she rubbed the pads of her toes against her short fur, sniffling, and whimpering, but still completely determined to not open that damn door to a certain Admin’s persistent yelling (and the chaos that was unfolding around them, but it was mostly Rowe they were trying to avoid for making her life harder provided wonderful entertainment for both of them).

But it appeared she wasn’t going down without a fight, her obnoxious banging rattling in both of their ears, as they lazed around on the bed. This was Rowe they were dealing with after all, and if Cerberus had learned one thing since she had moved to her current position, it was that she was stubborn. Even at five in the morning, in a fire, too, he had to give her credit where it was due, she had the energy to be shouting at him from beyond his room while likely trying to have to convince the panicking grunts that this wasn’t that abnormal, and that everything would somehow be fine. Truly, she must hold a rather difficult job for everything he made her put up with. Did he pay her enough? Definitely not. Not for what she had deal with. And he was very much one of the factors that called for a raise in her paycheck.

Yet, as much as he would love to continue to ignore the poor woman completely, for he still wasn’t technically required to start for the day, a small noise made him consider otherwise. Both Houndoom, and owner sitting bolt upright at the very distinctive, and likely deadly- Squeeeaaak that rang against the walls of his tiny room. Exchanging glances with another, as dread began to set in. There was only one thing that awful noise could have been, and it spelled trouble for them. A lot of it. Enough to send Enyo’s entire life flashing before her eyes while Cerberus glared at the door’s thick frame, as if judging whether or not it could withstand a powerful impact.

Conclusion: Not a chance in Hell. 

“Well, Enyo,” Cerberus stated, turning to the loyal canine. “It’s been nice knowing you.” She whimpered softly, lifting a paw from her face to set it upon Cerberus’s hand, reaching down to lick at his fingers. The only bright side to this was the fact that if the door flew straight, it wouldn’t bash into his bed, but he wouldn’t bet his life that a certain rampaging beast was going to take pity on his room, or him, for that matter. With Enyo in tow, they wiggled down to the end of the bed. The canine shifting onto her trainer’s lap, and ducking her head. Deep, crimson eyes staring at the door, as both watched it intently.

And sure enough, a defining squeeeaaak sounded.

And the door blew clean off. The massive Pokemon’s thick skull bashing hard into its metal frame that never stood even a ghost of a chance against the Rampardos, not even twitching at the slightest hint of resistance from it. Bashing hard against the wall beside Cerberus’s bed before it finally collapsed on to the floor in a dented, and shattered mess. Meeting its untimely demise at the dinosaur equivalent of a puppy.

Cerberus rose his hands to his mouth in an attempt block out the smoke that was now freely entering his room, while Enyo made a sad effort to growl at the other Pokemon, but with all of the smog in the air, all she managed to do was choke on her own tongue. “What a spectacular entrance,” He breathed bitterly into his hot palm.

The woman was quick to enter the room, not giving the canine or her owner the chance to flee. "Crystal,” He mocked, as he swung his legs onto the floor. Not prideful enough to deny the napkin that was handed to him. Taking it quickly from her to replace the hand that had been shielding his mouth. But poor Enyo could do little other than gag. Her tongue hanging out of her mouth, as she tried to resist the countless stenches bashing her poor nose to its death.  

“Enyo, come back for now.” He pulled her Pokeball from his belt, calling the poor canine back to the safety it provided for her before unhooking another to call out his Gengar. The ghost happily leaping out into the smoke-filled room, and far better suited to endure both it, and the odors it created, for Enyo had little tolerance when it came to thick scents.

With the canine out of harm’s way, he turned to Rowe, and, of course, the massive Pokemon that had destroyed his door in less than a second. “Now that you’ve so rudely broken down my door, I assume that means you must have something to report to me? Can’t handle a little fire?” He should probably learn to count his loses while he still could, but teasing the woman was really just too much fun for him.  

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♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

Cerberus doesn’t take most claims of love seriously, and tends to brush them off. Showing interest in him romantically is likely someone’s best bet, as he tends not to jump the gun into serious relationships, and he’s simply just likely to tease someone who falls in love too quickly for his tastes.

♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures

Spoiling his Pokemon. He enjoys showering them in gifts, and attention. They’re more than just a little bit spoiled, and they take up most of his money with how luxuriously he’s been known to treat them. 

☁ for something that make my muse sad

Cerberus will always miss Isabella, and he understands that he will never forgive himself for what happened to her. Though he tends not to think about her often, she’ll come up from time to time in conversation, and he’s quick to cut those short, or outright ignore any mention of her. Push to far relating to her, and he’s likely to become angry. It’s not something he has any desire to revisit more than he already has.