#admin cecil

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This video is encoded on the Rupturemobile's hard drives. Watch it?

>>Yes

>No

[Video ID: Dr. Shale is standing n a beach, with the camera pointed out towards Castelia bay. Based on the location of skyarrow bridge, it's probably somewhere just south of Nacrene city.

The doctor turns towards the camera, setting sun behind his back, casting the massive smile on his face in shadow.

"Greetings und salutations to the fine people of Unova- und to all the ships at sea! Mein name ist Dr. Burness Shale, und I have come to you with a very special announcement! That is to say-"

Suddenly, there are two deep and echoey thuds. The doctor has time to get out a "Wos-?" before the ocean's surface bursts in a thunderous explosion. A shout of alarm comes from behind the camera, as Raze- a massive Machtan Steelix- dives between Dr. Shale and the shrapnel which comes raining down.

Peering around the creature's head, the mad engineer furiously slams his cane into the sand.

"Wh- WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! We had a predetermined time when the bombs should go off, und they were meant to take out that support on the bridge! That aquatic- eh?"

Again from out of frame, Hundau- a midday Lycanroc- trots into frame. In his jaws is what looks like the mangled remains of a diving suit helmet with a scratched-out Team Aqua logo.

"What the...?"

Offscreen, Cecil's voice bursts out "WHAT THE-?!"

But Shale isn't looking at the sorry remains of what had probably had a head in it.

He reaches out and removes a small magnetic item from the back of the helmet plate. It twinkles a brilliant orangey-gold in the setting sun.

"How could this...- ACH! CUT THE FILM ALREADY, YOU BUMMELZ! We must leave. Now. Before things get very exciting around here!"

The last few seconds are just the other team shale members yelling at each other in Machtan, but as it shuts off one more time Shale can be heard saying, very softly...

"It can't be."

End Video ID.]

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"Kids? They sent KIDS?! You've gotta be jokin' me!"

"...hang on a minute, you're those kids who've been making our operations so difficult! I gotta say, I'm impressed."

"No hard feelings, eh? Boss's orders are to stop ya right where ya stand."

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What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else?

//The villaincore enthusiasts adore Shale and Lourna, Cecil is widely considered a DILF, Mason is beloved by college students specifically. Nobody whatsoever understands how to write them canon-compliant except Mason.

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( @taraka-at-naranjauva )

I’d just like to ask…do you even realize that money won’t be worth anything if you ruin the world ecologically? After all, if everyone is dead, there will be nothing to spend money on since there won’t be food, clothes, or…anything else to purchase. Even if you don’t care about others…consider how much your plan for cash will backfire if you ruin the world out of greed.

As said before- we aren't looking to ruin the world. We just wanna get rich! Like you said, what's the point of money if there's nothing to buy?

Yeah! We've got a plan to control the legendary so it doesn't set the whole planet on fire!

Hush! Don't ruin the surprise.

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tentacrool - how many arms is the perfect amount of arms

Six. Enough to manipulate two complex objects while hanging from a railing.

Or enough to pump three irons at once!

...yes. Let's go with that.

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lumaneon - can u swim like at all or do u need floaties

(@nanaboo-pumpkaboo )

//if you'd like to have time to like build up the seriousness let me know and I can stop Silas' poking and prodding

//oh no please by all means do as much as you like. Shale and co. are meant to be cringefail and very much harmless until they VERY SUDDENLY AREN'T.

Upon further survey, the following has been noted:

-Shale: 6/10. I can tread pretty well, but anything fancier is alien. It's for survival, not much else.

-Cecil: 9/10. Swims like an olympic champion mixed with a cruise ship. Majestic.

-Lourna: 3/10. Powered by sheer rage. Study found shoving her into the water to be an adequate motivator.

-Mason: 1/10. Fought like a glameow to avoid it.

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[Image id: Admin Cecil, a well-built man with a large scraggly beard wearing a crewneck, waders, and a hardhat is spotting Lee, a diggersby, on a bench presser set. He looks elated.]

Lee's a big strong lad! He's been training real hard, and he's finally gotten to the heaviest weights we have! So proud of my guy!

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Hayama Kotarō with a significant other who is much more mature and responsible than he is. You shuffle into the door as the sun rose, dropping your work bag at the door and pulling your aching feet out of your shoes. You undress in the bathroom, dropping your scrubs into the work hamper before stepping into the shower. You step quietly through the hallway, hoping you could slip into bed without your boyfriend noticing while he slept like a rock. But a large, crudely crafted structure in the living room catches your eye. You pause, regarding the mass of blankets and pillows for a moment, wondering if you just preferred to go to sleep and deal with it when you woke up that evening. It had been a very long, busy night and you are very tired. But you approach the nearest side of the fort and gingerly lift a crudely drawn sign taped to the wooly facade that states "Fort Kickass." You can hear soft snoring inside. You work long hours and you know that sometimes he gets really bored alone at home in the evenings. He has a lot of expendable energy and occasionally has trouble sleeping at night; he never runs out of ideas to occupy his time. You're just happy that nothing was on fire this morning when you got home. "Kotarō," you say softly lifting one of the blankets slightly, seeing him lying face down in a mass of blankets. "Hmmm?" he asks, budging slightly. "Will you grant me assess to..." you start, but pause for a moment. You're normally up for this kind of thing but you're just so tired. "... Fort Kickass?" He manages a quiet "Mmmhmmm" as he rolls onto his back and you crawl into the space he made for you. You slide in next to him and he wraps an arm around you. "Omigod, where are your pants?" you whine, not making any effort to move as you sink into the nest of blankets. Commando or not, you were happy just to close your eyes and lie with him. He chuckles as he rubs your back and says, "You know I always sleep like this... how was your night?" You sigh heavily and drop your head on his chest. "I'm just glad to be home... in Fort Kickass." You feel his chest rumble with a quiet laugh. "... I couldn't think of a better name."