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スーツ系幹部 by ぷっこ
// Wow, I gained quite a few followers in my absence. Is anyone interested in RPing with me?
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Aaand giveaway art for sonsilver who requested Maxie’s illegitimate son the Rocket baby look at all this purdy hair
// So just FYI, the Denton thing is probably not even true. In any case, I apologize for any distress I caused by not tagging it properly, but I am glad that someone approached me about it! This was a great wake up call for me about tagging things, so I want to use this opportunity to personally invite my followers to drop me a line if you want anything tagged, I’m more than happy to do it!
And if it’s not too much trouble, still contact me if your triggers are “obvious” ones, because trust me when I say just because it’s obvious to most people, doesn’t mean it’s obvious to me.
“No, I mean yes, I’m all right! I’m jus’ askin’ hypothetically what to do if you were held at gun-point, ‘an ya can’t call out your Pokemon in case they get shot? So how would ya escape the situation?”
“I...suppose in a situation like that, you would need to try and reason with them. Obviously they aren’t the most reasonable if they are holding you at gunpoint in the first place, but if you can’t comply with whatever their demands are, try and make them see reason as calmly and firmly as possible, without outright talking down to them.”
“However, despite the danger, I WOULD advise utilizing your Pokemon. They are capable of withstanding more than you and I, and do so on a regular basis in battles. Ideally focus on getting the gun away from your assailant, rather than trying to combat it directly. And whatever action you take, you must do it quickly; hesitation can cost you your life, and your Pokemon a trainer.”
“Possible… Partially. Some memories are locked because of a trauma, or the Pokémon keeps them hidden, and I don’t find ethic forcing them to show them, nor remember them if they don’t want to. And some of them just happened too long ago for them to remember.” Reading memories was something he still had to improve. Not half as good as he was at healing, at least.
“But I can try, if Sneasel is okay with it.”
“Of course he is” Silver replied, taking out a Pokeball and calling out Sneasel. “Right?” There was little to no hint of uncertainty in Silver’s voice, but the Pokemon looked a tad nervous. For a moment, he looked silently between Silver and Lance, seemingly weighing the situation despite his nervousness.
“Sneasel” he said definitively at last, nodding up and the dragon master and walking over to him. Silver too watched closely, still quite curious as to how the process worked.
The tall man glared back at the boy. It didn’t take a genius to notice that this one was planning something, probably to return the Rhyperior to its previous owner. Team Rocket already had an history with meddling brats, the agent guessed he had just been lucky to avoid meeting one for that long.
Of course, when Zaltis saw the direction the redhead’s speech was taking, - confirming his idea that he was just yet another kid pretending to be a hero - he couldn’t stay idle and wait for the enemy to try anything funny.
The second Silver drew out his Poke Ball, Zaltis quickly analyzed the situation and nudged one of his own Poke Ball off his belt. Sounded like the boy had tried to set a trap for him… The second the Ball touched the ground, Zaltis’s Arbok came out and quickly wrapped itself around its owner, shielding him from the Sneasel’s assault.
The Arbok turned itself around, hissing at the creature that gave it a nasty cut on its tail as it released its owner from its embrace. Zaltis smirked, shaking his head before looking at the kid taking off with his Murkrow.
“So, you are criticizing my method, but you don’t mind playing dirty yourself, right? To attack someone from behind… Isn’t it what they call “hypocrisy”, Mister Hero?”
He tapped the back of the snake’s head, and pointed at Silver and his flying Pokemon.
“Acid Spray.“
The poison type promptly executed its master’s orders and began spitting its own venomous bile in the opponent’s direction..
The Murkrow dodged the attack, moving Silver out of the way of the acid spray as well, but it was far closer than he would have liked. “I’m no hero” he corrected, “and I never said I play fair. People like you just disgust me. Sneasel! Icy Wind, followed by Feint Attack!”
Sneasel, who had bounced back quickly from the previously intercepted blow, lost no time in continuing the battle. The Pokemon unleashed a powerful icy blast, not at their opponent, but and the ground. Within seconds, the immediate surrounding area was covered in a layer of ice that made ground-based movements far more difficult on the slippery terrain. Sneasel was used to navigating such a field though, and without missing a beat, it moved into executing the second command in a single fluid motion, aiming this time for the Arbok. And of course, still airborne, Silver and Murkrow were unaffected by it.
“…A gun.” She twiddled her thumbs.
“I...is this about a Pokemon battle? Are you alright??!”
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“Say, Silver. D’ya know a way ta beat… a gun?”
“A...gun? Are you talking about a Pokemon move or....an actual GUN?”
The bluenette snatched the badge out of the redhead’s hand before he knew it; it was her possession, and she would be damned if this trainer stole it from her and got away with it. Clearly she did not take kindly to thieves– hell, most of the time she wouldn’t even admit defeat– at least not easily.
Now he was blathering about what seemed like a laundry list of excuses for his actions, but Clair wouldn’t have it. Just as she was about to teach this guy a lesson, her disgust was slightly extinguished by perplexity when Silver mentioned the Masked Man. Clair took a step back in shock.
{~ⅅragoness} “What do you know about the Masked Man?” There was still anger in her tone. She wanted answers.
Silver certainly understood her anger; he too would have been too had their positions been reversed. His last statement, however, seemed to surprise her far more than he’d anticipated. Of course...that part of the story wasn’t necessarily widely known, why should she know? And an apology was only worth so much; if anything, he certainly owed her an explanation.
“The Masked Man kidnapped me and several other children many years ago. I was only two at the time, so my memory of my family prior was all but non-existent. For many years, my only real ‘family’ was the partner I had assigned to me, an older girl by the name of ‘Blue’. Even that was a complex relationship though, because all other factors aside, we knew saw each other’s faces. I barely knew what my own looked like, considering that we had to wear those masks all the time.“
“After about six years of training under him, I escaped with my partner. Although I was finally able to discard my mask, I came to discover that I had no real identity underneath. The more I learned, the more I became bitter about my captor, so I eventually sought revenge on my own. Of course, to do that, I had to find him first, which was no easy task. I did what I needed to further that goal though, including teaming up with a man called Lance. He was a dragon master much like yourself, and had his own...agenda. But he promised me information on the Masked Man’s whereabouts in exchange for the completion of a series of tasks assigned to me. Stealing the badges in particular was something I did upon learning that the Masked Man was going to be at the Pokemon League. I was not anywhere near strong enough to challenge the gyms at the time, but I needed all eight badges to ensure my entry. From there, I slowly learned more about him, and eventually faced him. The events that followed kept me...quite busy for a while, thus my lateness in returning your badge.”
Silver stopped talking at this point, because although there was a great del more to the story, he wasn’t going to ramble on about irrelevant details to the topic at hand. If she wanted to know more about the information he’d discovered regarding the Masked Man’s identity and intentions, she could ask. And of course, he could only imagine how little interest she had in the details he’d learned of his own past.
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The grunts looked between one another. They didn’t normally have to deal with trainers who were so nonchalant about being threatened and outnumbered. Either this kid was stupid or strong. The grunts didn’t want to find out which it was.
Nils, however, had turned his back to the ordeal with the red haired boy. He’d made the mistake of assuming that the grunts could handle things on their own. Judging from the fact that the boy wasn’t already on the ground or running away, the doctor had to conclude that everyone he worked with was useless.
He half turned, staring back at the red head. “Tsk, tsk.” He waved a finger disapprovingly. “I’m afraid that’s not… how this works, boy. This Pokemon… is necessary to further… research, and as such… will not be leaving anytime… soon. You, however, need… to be gone.” Nils grinned wide, for a moment looking somewhat mad. He didn’t seem to care about the well being of the lab or the equipment inside.
Turning back to the tank, he called out to the grunts. “The first one to… put the trainer down will… get a promotion. More money, more power.” Ooh, now there was a decent motivator. The grunts all grinned. Maybe they were willing to find out if this kid was strong, after all.
The grunt with the Raticate made the first move. “Raticate, Hyper Fang the shit outta that Feraligatr!” The gigantic rodent dashed forward, teeth bared.
It seemed he would have to fight after all. What a bunch of cowards, unwilling to risk their next without the added incentive. Did they have any pride in their work at all? In any case, he was not bluffing, and he fully intended to demonstrate that.
“Feraligatr, Hydro Cannon!” The move was considered by many to be the ‘ultimate’ water move, both due to the great power it unleashed and how few Pokemon were capable of preforming it. The Pokemon obediently opened its mouth and emitted a devastatingly powerful blast of water at the surrounding area, starting with Raticate. By continuously moving the trajectory of the torrent, Feraligatr was able to cover a much wider area, not unlike the technique he’d used when taking out a group of Koffing with this move a while back.
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Another day, another mission. Zaltis was to bring some kid’s unusually strong Rhyperior to his higher ups. Of course, once again, the agent proved that his reputation as the Team’s perfect Capturer was entirely justified.
In a matter of minutes, he had gotten the large creature to willingly let itself be sealed inside one of the Team’s special Poke Balls, and all it had taken was for the man to threaten to have his Arbok choke its owner.
His job done, Zaltis made sure to knock the kid unconscious so that they couldn’t follow him, and he began heading back to the closest of the Team’s stations. He needed to have that big one transferred to Lady Ariana as soon as possible. Then, he would just get ready for his next assignment.
Well, that was how his day was supposed to go, if it wasn’t for that other annoyance that was now stepping into his sight.
“I’ve had my share of shitty brats for today. What do you want?”
Silver was no vigilante, but when it came to Team Rocket, he always seemed to take things a bit more personally. So, when he witnessed such an underhanded theft, he couldn’t help but step in to intervene. He kept out of sight initially, following the man covertly as he quietly explained the plan to his Sneasel. He instructed the Pokemon to stay hidden until he gave the signal, and then use ‘thief’ on the man himself in hopes of swiping back the stolen Rhyperior (and whatever else the man had on hand, he wasn’t picky).
“Even considering what you are, your tactics are appalling” Silver began, ignoring the less than warm greeting. “To steal another’s Pokemon like that....it’s something I can’t ignore. Sneasel! Murkrow!” Despite calling out two names, the boy only tossed forward a single Pokeball. The Pokemon that emerged from it was the latter, and the redhead immediately grabbed onto the bird’s leg.
Meanwhile, his other Pokemon had jumped out from a nearby bush right on cue, lunging at the member of Team Rocket from behind. If all went as planned, Sneasel would meet his mark right as Murkrow hoisted the redhead himself into the air.
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Several heads had turned at the sudden clang of the grate falling away under Silver’s weight. The people, Nils included, had all looked up to see the young man dangling out of the air duct and dropping to the ground below. More than a few murmurs broke out as they watched the intruder suspiciously.
“Someone, go stop… him. I don’t… have time for this… nonsense.” The Doctor waved a hand and turned his attention back to his work. The boy struck him as familiar, but… eh. He was just in the way; it didn’t really matter who he was.
More than a few people withdrew Pokeballs and released the creatures inside to get the boy out of the lab. They were all simple Pokemon, really. Koffing, Zubat, a Raticate… It was all standard Rocket fare.
“Stand down, kid. We don’t wanna hurt ya’. Probably.” One Rocket called out from behind the Raticate. “Th’Doc needs this here Gyarados, see? Just back down n’ Raticate won’t bite ya’ in two.” The Raticate looked pretty excited about the prospect of biting someone, the way it gnashed its teeth.
Silver was almost abnormally calm for one so outnumbered, surveying the Pokemon sent out against him with mostly irritation. Once ‘the doc’ was mentioned though, his gaze snapped to the man who had given the order to begin with. Only once the Raticate was sent out did he keep his eyes on his opponents instead.
“I’m afraid it’s not his to play with” he replied cooly, though with a definite bitter edge to his tone. Without taking his eyes off of the others, he sent out his Feraligatr with no more than a flick of his wrist.
“The equipment in here looks expensive, it’d be a shame for it to sustain collateral damage in an unnecessary battle.” Despite his obvious youth. the boy spoke with a commanding tone befitting someone of an authority he clearly didn’t have in this situation. Silver didn’t even bother pointing out the damage that would come to their Pokemon during such an encounter, having little faith in how much of an impact such a threat would have.
“So how about this: you return what is mine this instant, and I might leave without shutting this little project of yours down permanently.”
It came to her surprise when the redhead revealed that he wasn’t here to pursue her risingbadge. Most strangers didn’t pay a visit unless they either requested to partake in some of the training held at the gym, or demanded a badge, in which case they would be kindly escorted out the door by her Gyarados.
{~ⅅragoness} “Very well. I won’t battle you until you’re truly ready.” The dragoness assumed that perhaps Silver was here to request training with Blackthorn’s finest regiment of elders before he took her on.
The seemingly casual visit would take a turn for the worse when Silver held out his hand to reveal the familiar shimmer of both onyx and ruby hues. Eyes widened as she stepped closer to examine what he was apparently returning. Outrage ousted bewilderment as her once clear and mystical cerulean irises shot upward at the thief, and a brow furrowed, giving her the overall appeal that screamed ‘you better run as fast as your legs can carry you’.
Silver kept his arm outstretched up until and if she took the badge back from him. His silver eyes locked with hers, seemingly undaunted by her change in demeanor. Of course, to say that he was truly unfazed by it would be a lie, but he’d expected some degree of backlash. He DID steal it, after all. But he wasn’t going to run away from that...figuratively or literally.
“I stole this several years ago” he continued, managing with a bit of effort to keep his voice level. “Despite not being strong enough to earn it on my own at the time, I needed all eight badges to enter the Pokemon League in pursuit of the Masked Man. You'll have to forgive me for taking so long to return it to you; many things have come up since then.”
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