A Firework of Inspiration

You may call me Fissure. And that's all you need to know for now. [AU Pokemon Character RP blog set after the events of both Pokemon RBY and GSC! He won't be too subtle, but have fun learning more about him!]

[qua-king-with-power]

It seems introductions are in order.

I go by Fissure. It's one of the most powerful phenomenons that can occur through the very earth cracking open or folding in upon itself, and I feel that represents my overwhelming desires just fine. I am aiming for the pinnacles of whatever power I can obtain to prove to myself that the capability is within my reach through my own efforts.

Stand in my way at your own peril.

That does not mean I am an unreasonable man. You can and should expect me to show off my Pokemon, of which I do have a small group's worth by this point. Many of them are cats. Cats are, by and large, the most sophisticated in their power and the most elegant in their pursuits. Perfect predators in the wild, ideal companions for humans like myself.

I am also aware I have things to learn about myself and how to function in this world. Who I was doesn't matter. Who I am now and who I can become do.

Pelipper Mail: On Pelipper Unmail: Off Mystery Gift: On

//Hey so I just kiiinda wanted to do something fun with a canon character for some random reason. I've been on and off rotomblr for a year or so now, and at this point I just wanna get back into the swing of things.

This is a former villain. As such, he has done some nasty shit beforehand. General trigger warnings of things he may mention or outright step in and get involved with:

Pokemon abuse

Pokemon experimentation

Gambling

Selling Pokemon

Pokemon theft

Murder/death

I'd give you all clues as to who this guy is but fuck it, it should be obvious on the onset eventually. And if it isn't, you'll catch on quick.

~ Rosemun

[qua-king-with-power]

Well. Having my assests seized is a fine way to wake up one morning. It was worked out in the end, but it took multiple days and some rather "intense" talks with a certain man who I desire to... well. I believe saying my true desires may lead to legal ramifications.

So instead I will just post this as my apology for the silence.

[Photo ID: That's a Victini. The same one from Liberty Garden, as shown on the feeds... and it's sleeping soundly against a Kantonian Persian, who has taken to just mleming the little rabbit. The Kantonian Meowth beside the Mythical being is visibly making biscuits against it. That little Victini is getting affection'd to sleep.]

[qua-king-with-power]

> Connection maintained. > Maintaining "Secret Handshake" protocol. Handsome notes: Last message. Giovanni's probably going to be suspecting why he's gotten a dozen and a half new notifications on posts he can't see, but this needed to be public knowledge. "Fissure" is a front. But I guess it's a relatively alright one. For now. I still think some extra things should be done, but I'm starting to lose my confusion as to how he was charismatic enough to lead Rocket so long and efficiently as he had considering this video. [log: 371 E] [Addendum subject: Surveillance Camera 5/6]

Giovanni, with his face back to being obscured and his hat steadily settled on, walked outside. He had passed by the other hidden cameras, stepping up the stairs for a moment as he walked out... only for the look upon his face to visibly sour the moment eight figures made themselves known. Six police officers all with Pokeballs ready, one Interpol Agent looking down at a tablet with a hand on his chin, and a rather broadly grinning Professor Juniper, hands on her hips. "... well. You took your time. Wanted to make a grand entrance, I take it?" The Interpol Agent, the only truly well known of their force, stepped forward. He ran his hands through his hair and sharply pointed at Giovanni promptly. "Only the most dramatic! I am Agent Looker, employed by the International Police! And you... are the man by the name of 'Sakaki' on the books... and 'Giovanni' to your former organization, are you not?" The daggers glaring up from underneath of that hat were unmistakable. The camera was very much focused on him, even zooming in to get a good look at his scowl. It would be one anyone who had seen that face in person would know, and it showed just how unhappy he was with this situation. "And Fissure, by the look of things, too! Accountant by trade, battler for fun?" This got his eyes to flick towards Juniper in response, the camera feed switching to her expression. "You wouldn't happen to know what happened down there, do ya?" "A few things. If you'd like to take a look, you'll see that the Plasma grunts have been taken care of and the Pokemon down below is safe, conscious and comfortable in its--" As he stepped to the side to make a gentle motion behind himself... everyone promptly looked right behind him. Which stopped his statement, making him look back down towards it. "... room. Victini. Why are you here." It pointed up at him, whistling out a chirp and a smile. Giovanni quietly blinked in response, squinting gently. "... but I lost to you." This got Looker to promptly lean back, a smirk starting to form along his lips. Juniper seized her chance. "And you think that makes you less worthy of its blessing? The little critter's been itching for something to give it the push it needed! A person it felt it could really help out if they could show them the ropes on how things worked!" Giovanni balked, staring wide-eyed at the others. "... I fail to see the humor in whatever you're joking about!" "Joke? About this? Hah! With all the run-ins we've almost had, you have to have known I don't joke! And I don't believe Juniper does as well! So I think we have two options here!" Giovanni glared over at Looker, who simply placed his hand back on his chin and closed his eyes. "Option one? You come quietly. We settle all those pesky crimes you committed in the years prior, and handle things in the international court of law the normal way. It might be the one I want, but a few years in the slammer doesn't seem to be your style." Silence reigned... before Looker opened one eye, his expression serious. "... Option two is you do a little community service for Interpol. We've been investigating Plasma for a small while now, and having someone with experience leading a criminal enterprise assisting the investigation would be a huge boon. Especially one who seems to think he deserves to be the Strongest Trainer. I think that was your old title, eh?" Giovanni's eyes were still sharp as ever... but a grin began to creep up along his lips. "... and what about this hatchling down here, eh? A myth with no knowledge of the world that made it one?" Juniper leaned forward, showing off a Pokedex in her hand. "You give me all the data you can think to record. And I'll see about gettin' you an official Trainer ID so you can train up with the Gym Challenge." Silence reigned for a moment as he glanced down towards Victini. It chirped again with a prompt "Tiiiiineeeee!", floating up to plop itself on his hat and pat it gently. He gave a slight smirk again... before glancing at Looker. "… How about a battle first?" The feed promptly cut at that point.

Handsome Notes: I'm not showing that battle, I got completely curbstomped. Gah. Well. He chose option 2, so… I cannot even begin to imagine how strange it is that I'm going to be working WITH Giovanni. But whatever happens, I can't say this doesn't excite me a bit! He even handed me a small Pokeball... a Patrat was in it. He said it was a stolen one, so I'll have Juniper run its data to see who the original trainer was. Looker, signing off. > Connection terminated.

[qua-king-with-power]

> Connection maintained. > Maintaining previous "Secret Handshake" protocol. Handsome Notes: I think I want to punch this man. But I must endure. A man like me has morals! A man like me has restraint! I cannot fall to such petty desires! Even if this other man REALLY MAKES ME WANT TO! ------- [log: 371 D] [Addendum subject: Surveillance Camera ???]

There it was... right in front of him. Fissure was gradually moving a Grunt out of the way, right outside of the room, before he gripped the door quietly. A glance over towards the other being in the room, and the camera panned slightly as the Victini in its small bedroom quietly peeked out from under its covers. Fissure... frowned a bit. And gradually, he removed his hat. If anyone was under any other pretenses, the visage of Giovanni promptly became fully apparent within the camera's watchful eye. He stared down for a few moments at the Victini in thought before glancing at the open door in thought. Gradually, he let out a slow sigh. "... Well. That's a bit disappointing." The little Victory Pokemon blinked gently from behind its sheet, flicking its ears softly at that wording... and Giovanni promptly explained himself. "I was expecting a mythical being. Not a whimpering hatchling under their covers." A soft whistle escaped the Victini's lips as it stared upwards, tilting its head quietly. "Tinee...? Viiiiiti." It pouted gently, looking off to the side with its grip upon the blanket tightening for a few seconds. "Just going to roll over and let these idiots walk right in and attempt to trample over your life?" Victini blinked again, looking up with a bit of confusion. "You just wanted a savior. Someone to come keep you safe like they have aaaall this time." That seemed to get a bit of a huff from the small Pokemon, who crossed their arms in response with a dropping of the blanket. "Hah! Don't make me laugh. Getting haughty over the truth won't change it..." A glint in his eyes showed. "... but showing me exactly what you're capable of might." The Victini huffed again, their head giving a notable glow. And soon after... the camera feed seemed to glitch. It was a rather abrupt cut, jerking into static with the sounds of a battle cutting in and out. A cry from Victini. Nidoqueen grunting before roaring. The sound of colliding blasts... and eventually? The feed cuts back in, visibly a good ten minutes later based on the feed's info. Giovanni seemed to be standing there, staring wordlessly for a few tense moments as the Victini and Nidoqueen are visibly panting... before Giovanni's Pokemon collapsed. The man placed a gloved hand to his face, taking in a deep breath through his nose... exhaling... and beginning to let out a slow, building chuckle. Eventually, he simply throws his head back with his hand dropping down into his pocket, cackling out loud. And just as confused as ever, the panting Victini stared up, blinking a few times in response. "Yes! Yes, that's the power I sought! That's what you're capable of!" Another blink, only for Victini to gradually glance down at their paws in thought. "What in Celebi's name are you doing down here, cowering over pathetic whelps like them? You're a being of incredible power! Capable of making your own fate rather than just wallowing down here!" As Giovanni chuckled again, he slowly slipped his hat onto his head once more, staring down at the little rabbit with a notably sharp, but... somehow supportive grin. "That's what I wanted to test... to see if I was truly ready to get involved in things. I guess not, if I lost... but a loss is just a stepping stone... and I plan on coming back, stronger than ever for a rematch." A hand was held up. "Do keep yourself ready for that. A battle is exactly the kind of thing to open someone's eyes to the truth... and victory isn't the only path to success... So rest up... and do keep these idiots at bay until someone more worthy of your power actually comes around." With that, he returned the Nidoqueen to her ball, turned with a curt wave, and slipped right on out, leaving the panting Victini standing there. Alone again. They flexed their paws. The felt their ears, the glow pulsing for a small moment once again... ... before they promptly left the room to follow Giovanni out.

Handsome Notes: .......... did Giovanni just blow his cover to give a young Mythical Pokemon a pep talk. We're nearly there, Professor Juniper was in town and wanted to touch base with us to come with. So now I'm... very confused. I showed her the feed. She's almost as confused as I am... but I think the grin she has is overriding her higher brain functions. She's getting an idea. And I'm afraid of what that idea might be.

[qua-king-with-power]

> Connection maintained. > Maintaining previous "Secret Handshake" protocol. ------- [log: 371 C] [Addendum subject: Surveillance Camera 10] WARNING: CONTAINS PHYSICAL VIOLENCE. WATCH AT YOUR DISCRETION.

The trek around the island showed, in this camera's feed, that Fissure had noticed quite quickly that there had been some changes to the situation. The entrance of the Lighthouse had the rather typical ground floor and staircase heading up, but directly towards the left was an unconscious guard and a blasted open door, plenty of sand having been kicked up. Hmm.

[Addendum subject: Surveillance Camera ???]

The shift to a new camera had managed to prove, rather succinctly, that there was another rather injured guard that still seemed to be awake enough to notice Fissure's entrance. The view of the camera's feed showed the staircase heading downwards, but… the guard spoke up. "… who…? Y-you shouldn't be here, it's too d-dangerous for… gagh…" Fissure simply huffed out a snort in amusement, waving a gloved hand. "Oh, don't worry about me… I think I can handle myself just fine with these posers." The sound of steps clicked on down towards the basement, and just outside of the camera's view… the sounds of a battle promptly began. The curt call of a Sandile who seemed very displeased by Fissure's appearance echoed a Plasma Grunt's voice calling out for Fissure to stop. The prompt, almost booming voice of a Nidoqueen immediately cut both of them off, the Sandile being flung up the stairs and clear out the door on-camera. There was silence… another ROAR from the Nidoqueen, and the Grunt promptly BOLTED up the stairs after their Pokemon. Another chuckle came from Fissure before the word "Imbecile" escaped his lips, the sound of a door opening following soon after.

Handsome Notes: Well. Shit's hitting the fan real fast. I'm settling in on a police boat now, I can only hope we aren't too late.

[qua-king-with-power]

> Connection maintained. > Maintaining previous "Secret Handshake" and-- Cut the Read More Protocol. We're just dumping this one in, it needs to be seen. Putting this on public record's the only way I can make damn well sure this shit stays on the up and up. > Understood, Handsome. ------- [log: 371 B] [Addendum subject: Surveillance Camera 5] WARNING: CONTAINS PHYSICAL VIOLENCE. WATCH AT YOUR DISCRETION.

Soon after the Plasma grunts had managed to establish control over the lighthouse and its surrounding island area, two of them opted to walk inside to "secure" the Pokemon. And as things went along, with the guards almost all settled with the third Grunt promptly setting up a small device by the entrance to break cell service, the cameras stayed playing thanks to their lined connection to the city's infrastructure. A few people attempted to make calls… but none managed to succeed. "My… wh-why don't I have service?" "Oh Dragons, we're fucked, aren't we?" "DON'T SAY THAT, the police have to be aware of this!" No one was seemingly coming at this point, which meant that the rather darkly draped man… was capable of making his move. And he did so very smoothly. The Grunt noticed his quiet approach. A curt "Halt, citizen! We're taking control of this island for your protection and future--" The cutoff was very direct and very deliberate. The man, more than likely the "Fissure" of this blog, struck in three locations, back to back. One to the neck, just below the throat. The grunt stumbled. He reached for his Pokeball, and Fissure simply slammed his palm straight down on the shoulder. A yelp was heard as the man crumpled slightly… only for both gloved hands to slam right into both of the grunt's ears in unison. He fell to his knees. He was summarily pushed down with Fissure's open palm as the man leaned down, plucking the Pokeball from the grunt's hip, looking it over. Quietly, he let it out, a Patrat landing with a sniff around the area. It blinked, glancing down at the Grunt… then sloooowly turning up towards Fissure. It blinked again. He made a motion, mumbling something quietly that the camera didn't quite understand. And the Patrat promptly shook its head, looking up with worry. Which prompted a more audible chuckle, and the Pokemon being returned to its ball. Soon after, Fissure pocketed the Pokeball and gradually stepped along towards the entrance to the Lighthouse.

Handsome Notes: ... blast it all. Blast it all to the Distortion World! I'm calling the police and blowing my cover, this is the smoking gun I needed!

[qua-king-with-power]

> Connection maintained. > Maintaining previous "Secret Handshake" and "Read More" protocols. > Forget Something, Handsome?

[log: 370] [subject: Plasma] [date: 10/09/XX] [time: 10:16 PM] Suspect has moved to... stakeout Plasma. I wish I were making this up. He's actively even blogging his experience with it, considering the three different notifications I just got on Rotomblr... it only now occurs to me just how weird that is. Whatever. He seems to be anti-Plasma, which is kind of ironic considering his previous areas of expertise and work. I'm curious, though. What's got him so excitable about this? He's letting both of the Gym Leaders and the Trainer they've recruited handle this... oh. Oh, okay. That's what he was after. He's tailing more Plasma grunts. I have my theories, but I'm tailing further to watch. ------- [log: 371] [subject: Liberty Garden] [date: 10/09/XX] [time: 10:34 PM] Suspect has left Castellia proper and very coyly slipped onto the ferry to Liberty Garden. I don't recall him getting a ticket for that. It's bad enough that, in disguise as I am right now, I wouldn't be able to just get on the island. But I should be able to ask home base for a connection to its surveillance systems. I'll upload any relevant video files in the next log. Here's hoping I get that connection settled like Zeraora -- quick and cleanly cut in. ------- [log: 371 A] [Addendum subject: Surveillance Footage - Camera 3]

The video feed plays out as normal for a few moments. The tour guide for Liberty Garden comes out to quietly attempt to round up the slightly rowdier crowd filing out through the ferry dock's entrance. The reason they were rowdy? Three Plasma grunts promptly start pushing their way through, subduing the guards and pulling out their Pokeballs as a threat to any of the ongoers to stay back. Plasma was here to secure this location and liberate the trapped Pokemon within. Just in the corner, stepping out from the ferry while tickets were no longer being checked… a man in a black trilby and a long, black trenchcoat steps out, wearing gloves, pants and shoes to match. The only colored portion of his silhouette was his face… which curled into a notably devious grin the moment the Plasma Grunts stated there was a Pokemon here.

Handsome Notes: Oh no. Oh that doesn't bode well.

[qua-king-with-power]

> Establishing connection ... ... ... ... > Connection failed. > Establishing connection ... ... ... > Connection established. > Establishing "Secret Handshake" protocol for privacy. Original Blog owner will not be capable of viewing this message. > Establishing "Read More" protocol for clutter purposes. > Welcome Back, Handsome. What would you like to log today?

[log: 365] [subject: blog] [date: 10/08/XX] [time: 6:34 AM] A blog just cropped up, "qua-king-with-power". Suspect adjusted route to include an extended stay at the fountain, but no further items to note. Definitely keeping an eye on the blog, though. Bit strange the suspect'd just... start talking like he is. Happy six month anniversary to this assignment, I guess. ------- [log: 366] [subject: annoyed] [date: 10/08/XX] [time: 6:31 PM] Nothing important again. I'm getting a little tired needing to do these double-daily reports when it's been the same song and dance for at LEAST six months. I guess the subject's new blog has his attention? Or something? No defining information has been given. Smart enough to give me some modicum of respect more than I already had, but respect doesn't mean "approval". ------- [log: 367] [subject: curious] [date: 10/09/XX] [time: 6:28 AM] Well, his contract's up today apparently. Either he's gonna sit and wait or get moving. And if I know him, I'm banking on the latter. ------- [log: 368] [subject: bored] [date: 10/08/XX] [time: 6:59 PM] Nothing to note. Subject just finished his contract. Honestly just bored. Might get some takeout... maybe a Castellia Cone. I could use something sweet. ------- [log: 369] [subject: MOVEMENT] [date: 10/09/XX] [time: 7:59 PM] SUBJECT ON THE MOVE BASED ON BLOG MESSAGING. MOVING TO PURSUE AND OBSERVE.

[qua-king-with-power]

Well I can safely say that wasn't entirely expected, but... it was very enlightening. Curious little outcome for myself, I suppose.

It's almost enough to make me laugh... I have to admit, that was a very lucrative visit to the Garden.

[qua-king-with-power]

Well now...

What business would a bunch of grunts have at Liberty Garden while their leader negotiates his little deals with the Gym Leader and his little upstart friends...?

Hmmm. The GTS should have my two battle-ready Pokemon at the ready. Let me make a pitstop there first.

[qua-king-with-power]

... well. I suppose if an upstart Trainer's involved, I can't exactly see this going poorly.

Stolen Pokemon. From a young lady, no less. That tells me plenty. But it wouldn't potentially hurt to... listen for a while longer.

[qua-king-with-power]

Hmph. How funny that they simply left the door open for that. It's almost insulting.

Almost as insulting as the small group of those 'knights' escaping out through an alley and heading down towards the piers again.

I suppose it might not be... out of the ordinary to watch what they're doing.

[qua-king-with-power]

... well. I suppose if an upstart Trainer's involved, I can't exactly see this going poorly.

Stolen Pokemon. From a young lady, no less. That tells me plenty. But it wouldn't potentially hurt to... listen for a while longer.

[qua-king-with-power]

The leader is on here if you wanna talk to him

Please do allow me to make my own opinions of the situation. I'm making my way down the street as we speak, and I have half a mind to watch without interfering. If the Gym Leader is involved, then the police should be rather close behind.

Personal experience is to simply let them pass without involving myself.

[qua-king-with-power]

Congrats, you've found out about Team Plasma

How quaint.

How. Infuriatingly. Quaint.

[qua-king-with-power]

[Pelipper mail!]

[It's a box full of cat toys!]

[One is a little stylized chatot plush, with a few feathers sticking out of it. It's attached to a string and rod, but can be detached. There's also a mix of jingling balls in an assortment of colors, like pink, orange, purple, and green. Tucked to the side and wrapped up so the scent doesn't rub off on everything else too much, theres a pack of rather large silvervine sticks.]

And the box is full of crinkle paper and packing peanuts for extra fun.]

Sorry it's not much, but I hope they enjoy!

... Oh. Well. How did I miss--... ah, it got held up by the apartment complex's management. It was a large parcel. I'll bring it back up to my apartment once I'm finished.

Thank you to whomever sent this all.

[qua-king-with-power]

Hey uhh- I'd be a bit careful with those "Unovan knight re-enacters" if I were you.

... No. No, I don't think I will.

The very fact you said I should be has me just curious enough to push forward. You've just given me a theory I don't like having.

[qua-king-with-power]

... now what is going on down there? I have a rather good view of the pier from here, and I was just about to take my nightly walk...

... what in the blasted... Why do I see old Unovan knight re-enacters? Is that the local Gym Leader rushing over there...?