Hoenn was a lot warmer than Petrel had ever been used to; it was like hell, he thought as he trudged through burning humidity that made him far too damp to even sweat. Why would people live here willingly? He couldn’t wait to finish up his business, catch the next flight out—maybe he’d go somewhere cold. Maybe to Sinnoh or back to Russia. But that was a long time coming; right now, there was work to be done. That was the only thought keeping him going as he trudged up Mt. Pyre.
One may wonder what an ex-Rocket had business in Hoenn for, and to be fair, on the surface it likely seemed there wasn’t any real rhyme or reason. But Petrel was on his own now, no Team Rocket to back him up and afford him with cash he suddenly found himself needing (it had been far easier to spout his communist rhetoric when he hadn’t needed to pay for a place to live or even food) and with only his own personal influence in the black market and drug trades to support himself, it behooved him to search for ways to extend his network, to find people to ally with in case he needed help. And Hoenn, like many regions, was a premiere location for gangs much like Rocket.
In fact, Hoenn was home to two, as far as Petrel was aware, and though he frankly had never been to interested in what sort of bullshit they pulled, he knew a gang like like either of them would be a star contender as a partner in his crime. Or at the very least, he could make nice and be sure they weren’t going to get anyone to shank him or something.
And that led him here. He’d listened around, kept his ears and feelers out, and while there seemed to be some sort of odd, gaping emptiness in the whispers concerning either Team Aqua or Team Magma; but it was Team Magma he found first. Rumor had it one of the admins still showed up around here, and Petrel was eager for his first meet-n-greet, whether or not they knew he was coming.
And he wasn’t disappointed. As he reached the top, where he spied the famous orbs he’d heard so much about since he arrived, his eyes fell to a person that matched the descriptions he’d been able to scrounge up. This was it. Time to shine. He ran his hands through his hair to neaten it, slicking it back, then straightened his suit jacket before striding forward and clearing his throat, slapping on his most charming smile.
“Hey,” he greeted, “are you... who I think you are? You’re from Magma, right?”
❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?
Morty loves flower crowns! He finds it an adorable piece that could light up even the foulest of moods.
Aarune is all about flower crowns. Ask him to join you and he’d be weaving and connecting all sorts of flowers into the best of crowns. Probably makes it into a competition, too.
Riley also likes a flower crown. He’d be a little befuddled if you place it on his fedora but he’s honestly secretly pleased about it.
(Does Mathew ever use pokemon as experimental subjects to figure his way around the oddities that are TMs?)
Mathew has used Pokemon to experiment with TMs. He is not proud of this but in order to progress with his work he deems it necessary to experiment on them. These experiments consist primarily of Porygon and altering their code in order to test TMs to ensure they function correctly by the time the TM is moved to production. The experiment will then move onto Pokemon that can actually learn the TM and will be monitored closely to make sure the TM is safe to use for both trainer and Pokemon.
