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flawlesstyranny

plasmaknight

inharmonious

Taking his eye off his work momentarily, he noticed a very strange individual enter the factory. Knowing it was hard to navigate the building, and it wasn't uncommon to come across stray trainers wandering about. Yet he still felt something unsettling about this certain visitor. 

"You're not allowed in here--what do you want?" the young man snapped, gripping a wrench in his hand. 

[sanguinary-butcher]

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No. Not you too. 

[battlefactorythorton-blog]

(( sO NOW I LOOK AT MY FOLLOWERS AND SEE THESE LOVELY PEOPLE..))

"Uh..Team rocket..? Can we just.. D-discuss this?.."

"Am I going to die..?"

[thatonegruntwiththezubat]

The flawlesstyranny asked you to battle

"S-sir!" She said quickly and nervously saluting him. "Why are you hear my I ask?"

[wordlesstraining-blog]

Don't look behind the poster, they said. Don't touch the switch, he was told. You're just a kid, they jeered. You're a monster, they whimpered.

It's been years since he removed the vermin from underneath the casino- The poster still hangs there, but no one seems to notice it. There is no man guarding it. No one even looks up from their mind-numbing games in their vain attempts to win that elusive rare pokemon or TM. Red shakes his head. A disappointment.

The young man, his faithful companion calm on his shoulder, walked right up to the poster, and like the time before, defiantly went to push the switch behind it. He was lurched out of his memories by the harsh reality that the index finger he once used to activate the switch no longer existed. He simply used his other hand.

The Rocket hideout under the casino, as far as Red knew, was empty all this time that he was away on Mt. Silver. In that time, it became a habitat for a select typing of pokemon, and the young man had every intention of spending time alone in their company. Well, their company, and his new team's company- it was a good place to train, while not losing sight of his original goals. A way of remembering the past without dwelling.

The boy was too occupied with his nostalgia, however, he didn't hear the other approach. If he did, there might have been bloodshed. 

[rocketexecproton]

flawlesstyranny 

Oh.

It's the boss.

That was unexpected. And here Proton thought that Giovanni was just gone forever now, considering he couldn't even be arsed to help the revival of Team Rocket last time, but-. There he was, Boss Giovanni in the flesh. Proton was not actually sure what he was supposed to do. He settled for raising a hand to the brim of his hat in a lax salute. "You're back. Why's that?" Well, that was rude. But not as ruse as he could be, so there's that excuse.

[yellowmiscreant]

flawlesstyranny

Yellow stared at the man for a second, tugging at her scarf. "Ahhh. Hey, boss." She talked more respectful, seeing him as a familiar person she respected. He definitely seemed like him, at least.

[the-crimson-champion-blog]

It was difficult for Red to believe that Giovanni would ever disband Team Rocket of his own accord. When he had said as much, Red had been skeptical but there had been more pressing issues at the time. Team Rocket hadn't seemed to be a threat at the time and so Red had let it go. But now, with the Elite Four long defeated and several months wasted on Mt. Silver, the familiar concern resurfaced. It wasn't safe to leave Giovanni, or Team Rocket, to their own devices for too long. Maybe a trip down from the mountain would be a good idea. 

So, for the first time in months, Red ventured down from Mt. Silver. The path from the summit was treacherous for the first several miles. Snow and ice blockaded the main path and Red spent the majority of the day wading through. Pikachu, of course, had no trouble scampering atop the snow without sinking so much as an inch. The glance that Red cast the Pokemon might have been slightly envious. "I'm comin', I'm comin'."

The snow turned to slush two-thirds of the way down the mountain and Red managed to make it to the base by the next evening. Pikachu had taken to riding on his shoulder by then. Without the sharp, unpredictable mountain blizzards to worry about, Red released Charizard from his Pokeball. The trio landed in Celadon city several hours later. It seemed as good a place as any to pick up the trail. Not that it was easy. It took weeks for Red to track Giovanni to some ritzy hotel in Saffron. 

The interior was enough to make Red thoroughly uncomfortable. He felt out of place in the lavish lobby, but there was no turning back now. Rather than back out, he shoved his hands into his pockets and strode further into the large lounge area that encompassed the lobby. He couldn't afford to hang around too long; he wasn't exactly supposed to be in here without a reservation or whatever. But maybe he'd get lucky and Giovanni would be about. Staff and passing guests alike stared in thinly veiled disgust as Pikachu scampered along after him, dirty paws leaving a faint trail on the polished marble floor.