#uncloudedoutlook

[unitytower-rp]

Hello dear mods, I would like to request a hiatus on Cyrus and Lysandre please! I have been quite sick and am also starting a new job soon, so I would like to focus on getting better and adjusting to work first and foremost! Thank you!

Oh! Well, we certainly hope you feel better! And best of luck with your job! Both characters will be placed on hiatus until 09/21!

Eevee-mod

[unitytower-rp]

Hello! I'm sorry this a few days late but my hiatus has ended and I am ready to come back on both Cyrus and Lysandre!

Awesome! Welcome home, fantastic crazy leaders. You've got some grunts to take charge of, things have been a bit messy without your wonderful authority. 

Eevee-mod

[goddess-mars]

[/heavy breathing] 

    "Am I your best commander Cyrus?"

[thekristalstar]

[ and nothing more ]

Once upon a midday dreary, Kris would ponder, worn and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

This particular dreary midday left Kris in the far corner of the Canalave Library, hunched over the table she claimed as her own. Books and parchments were sprawled all around, blocking the little girl entirely from certain angles. Outside, thunder rumbled. A bright flash of lightning made the lights overhead flicker. Only the clock betrayed that it was noon-- it was dark enough to be dusk.

Her brow was furrowed in the utmost concentration as she wet her upper lip, crystal eyes narrowed into mere slits as they zoomed across the pages spread before her. It had been a long, arduous journey that brought her to this library. She had trekked from the depths of the Distortion World immediately to one of the closest, most historical of sites in Sinnoh that she could think of-- Solaceon Town. There she struck up conversation with the elders, who mentioned stories of the young man who grew up in Sunyshore City that had something to do with Giratina.

So, following the advice, Kris found herself in Sunyshore City, asking everyone she could think of for any information they might have. Most of what she got was useless. The young man was lonely as a kid, one particular old lady informed Kris. A middle-aged man could have sworn that he had something to do with the great cataclysm that happened a few years ago. A young kid seemed to remember that he liked to study the ruins in Solaceon.

The suggestion that Kris ultimately found the most useful was made by an old man who walked with a cane. He told her that Cyrus was none of her business, and she should stop poking her nose where it didn't belong. Well, Kris had done enough snooping in her life to know that the best advice came from people who told her to stop snooping. So Kris made for the local library-- only to find that Sunyshore had none. So she took extreme measures: she crossed the region for the second time, setting foot into Canalave City for the famous library.

And that was where she was now-- a good four hours into her second day of research. She let out a grunt and shoved one big book aside only to replace it with the next text on her pile. This particular text wasn't even bound-- it had been, once upon a time, but by now the cover had worn away and all that held the pages together now were staples.

It was a synthesis paper on Giratina's lore, focusing mainly on the mythological aspects of the creature. Kris let out a derisive snort. If she had wanted fairy tales, she could have gone to the children's section.

She flipped through the pages, skimming over diagrams and ancient hieroglyphs until, just when she was about to shove the book to the growing pile on the side in disgust, something caught her eye.

It was a footnote. It was hard to read, as it looked like the bottoms of the pages had been drenched and the ink blurred. But what caught her eye was the 'y' after the 'C', and the more she squinted the more that word seemed to look like Cyrus.

Suddenly her whole front was pressed against the table as she squinted, fighting the flickering lights above her head to make it out. Cyrus... Galactic... Solaceon... residing? Residence? Residence in... residence in Solaceon!

Well, son of a bitch.

Everything else was lost to the years, but that didn't matter. The little pigtailed girl reared back and slid the papers across the table, pushing herself out of her chair and grabbing for her knapsack before charging for the door. She left the mess for someone else to clean up.

By the time she arrived in Solaceon, it was nearly twilight and it was still pouring. Kris was drenched from head to toe, but that didn't stop her from tearing into the Solaceon library to find the librarian who had told her about Sunyshore in the first place.

"He's been 'ere? 'Da whole time?!" she demanded, dripping all over the floor despite the librarian's frantic looks.

"Y-Yes," the librarian had told her, "if I had known you were looking for him I would have told you...! He comes in here from time to time, I can point you in the direction of his residence if you'd like."

Kris barely managed to keep herself contained for long enough to write his address on her hand before she ripped back out into the rain, her clothes drenched and clinging to her uncomfortably. It took Kris only a little while longer than usual to find the building-- but then again, Kris was the fastest thing east of Ecruteak when it came to hunting things down.

Too wet at this point to even mind the rain, Kris stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, her shoulders back, and her head craned slightly upwards. This was it-- her answers were just on that other side of the door. As much as she wanted to simply break in, she was vaguely aware that it was social convention to knock before entering.

Which left the girl loudly rapping, rapping at the chamber door.

[scienceman-colress-blog]

Midnight meeting - Colress and Cyrus

Colress stared at his computer screen, studying the pictures that would flash across the screen, holding his attention for a moment before switching. But the scientist was now distracted by something else, namely his glaringly empty coffee cup. He checked the time on the computer quickly before standing and pushing his glasses up.

The white mug was caught in his grasp not a moment later and he switched the computer off, having determined that he wouldn't be getting any more work done anyway. Perhaps a walk would help clear his head and wake him up a bit. Of course, he needed to sleep but that could wait until later.

He left the mug on a random shelf in the frigate, stepping out onto the deck, then off the frigate quietly. 

The scientist glanced around, spotting a man not too far away who looked like he was just...staring at the frigate. Perhaps he should do something about that. Planting a very false smile on his face, Colress approached the man. "Excuse me. Might I ask what, exactly, you are doing out here?"

[secret-agent-man-looker]

Shattered Platinum || Cyrus and Looker

The sun was bright, the dark stone that lined the city's paths grew warm as they absorbed the bright light. With this footsteps transitioning from the soft dusty ground, to the thick rock path, Officer Looker was greeting with a faded sign that well beyond it's time. "'Veilstone City..." He read aloud, his foreign accent clinging sharply to each word, "...The city hewn from rock...' Hm, very interesting..." 

Reaching swiftly into his trechcoat, the officer pulled out a small device, usable in the palm of his hands. With a swift click, the device lit up, ringing as the officer brought it up towards his ear, "...Codename "Looker" to Headquarters, I have arrived in Veilstone." 

Silence. Looker casually awaited his instructions as he watched the city-dwellers walk without a care. He began to enter the city, observing the sketchy, run-down city while his higher athority barked loudly over the receiver. Finally, his instructions came. "Look for the highest po--" He stopped, his steel grey eyes locked firmly onto the large blue building that seemed to tower menacingly over the rocky city. 

Looker nodded. That was certainly what he was looking for, "...The highest point in Veilstone. Found it," Another pause, as he eagerly awaited his new mission. This time, Looker couldn't dare take his eyes off the building, observing every feature. The shimering golden arch that beckoned for entry; the various lights, despite the fact it was still light out. He even took note of the satellites outside the building's edge, just before the looming stairs. For what purpose do they serve...? However, the large golden 'G' that was positioned near the top story held Looker's  gaze the longest. There was just something about it, Looker honestly couldn't put his finger on it. But the large insignia glimmered in the sunlight, like it's circular counterpart. 'G'. A simple 'G'. G... G for Galactic...

The voice from the other line snapped Looker back to attention. "Yes, sir...?" He called to attention, hearing the last of his debriefing, "Yes, understood. Codename "Looker", over and out." 

Click.

Not long later, Looker found himself just a mere few feet away from the stone-clad stairs at led to the intimidating building above. He didn't dare move; simply, only pivoting his head to observe the scene around him. He furrowed his brow, and frowned, No security..? Rather strange...

Regardless, Looker had a job to do. Stop Team Galactic. Sounded simple, but the aged officer knew much better. First came infiltration; behind the scenes, gathering info, and all then. Then came the action. It was a meticulous task, but someone had to do it. 

With a nod, Looker took a step forward, his boot landing on the first of many stone carved steps. 

Let the mission begin...