My name is Cole Viggor. I am a grunt working for Team Magma, and I despise every part of this job. I do what I do for personal gain. Anything more than that is unnecessary. [Indie OC Team Magma Grunt Blog] [ORAS] Please read the rules before following. PERMANENT STARTER CALL IS IN EFFECT.
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“Ahhh so you’re in highschool… I take it that’s why you’re so… spunky.” There was no indication on weather or not that was a compliment…. or an insult. Vexis did not plan to give one either.
“Well you will not be going anywhere near my work. So I guess we’re going for a walk then.” No one touched Vexis’s work. That would require possible murder.
In a gentle motion he walks over to his daughter and scoops the sleeping child up in one gentle swoop. The motion did had a smooth flow to it. Enough to where it didn’t even faze the sleeping child.
Almost as if on queue both of his houndoom, and the houndour were on their feet ready to follow suit.
“I am an alcoholic, cynical, twenty-five year old man. Do not assume my position based upon a small example.”
Typical misjudgments. Looks like this one was quick to infer rather than confirm. A rather...bad quality for someone in his line of work. Although, Cole found it difficult looking down on him for this reason. After all, he did it too.
At least this man was fine with going out, though part of the grunt hoped he would have just been told to fuck off. At least then he would not have to parade around with someone he really did not care about.
“We will head north, through the natural paths in the thick woods to the main path on the east. We can then cycle back through Lavaridge and come back to the mountain.”
Cole’s Houndoom had taken an interest in this person and the others of his own kind. Ares approached the other Houndoom and Houndour, sniffing them cautiously.
“Your logic if flawed… My skin is always pale.” Because he rarely went outside. He looks some what offended.
“Aye watch your mouth around the kid would ya? Her brain is like a sponge… and You are mistaken. I will leave when there are needs to be taken care of.” Vexis is eyeing cole, he senses is discomfort with his previous statement. He’s contemplating on dragging it out or ending it here.
From the corner of the room one of the houndooms lifts his head up and glares at Cole now on high alert due to the change in the grunts tone.
“Well it might not be an exact family, but we’re all here working under the same team. Each for their own reasons. So we’re a family… a very mixed and dysfunctional family, but a family.” Even if cole didn’t agree that’s still how vexis viewed it.
Flawed...his logic? Preposterous. His logic was quite sound. How was Cole to know this man simply had a very pale complexion. But that also means that this individual barely saw any sunlight anyway, so he was not completely wrong.
Then, he was told to watch his tongue. Oh if the poor sod had known what sort of profanities Cole had heard coming from that child. Besides, he felt no need and no desire to censor himself for anybody.
Irritation was boiling into hatred. Point after point made from this man kept falling upon deaf ears. He was either wrong or had foolish opinions.
“Do you know what else that description falls under? A job. A simple job that some poor sod in high school has to do, just to pay rent.”
The two certainly had very different views on the same thing. But...he did have something resembling a point. This place was dysfunctional, and they did have to work with each other willingly or unwillingly. Shaking his head at the thought, Cole remembered to do something he had been told to do by another member of this...”family.” Make some damn friends. Slightly approaching the other, he toned his voice down again.
“Understand, that I was ordered to either help you in your work, get you to take a break. After I confirmed that you were still alive of course. With that said, I have two propositions in that regard. We can talk like grown adults over some drinks at the local bar. Or, we can just take a walk out with our pokemon. I am sure that your team would like to see some sun as well.”
As he spoke, Cole reached into his jacket, pulling out the pokeball housing his Houndoom, and releasing him into the room. This was probably the only thing the two of them had in common.
“Cooped up?” Vexis blinks to the other confused by his accusation. Sure he may have been in the lab for a few days.. Perhaps a week or two, but he didn’t feel cooped up. Work was important and stopping was not an option.
Plus who needed sleep when one could just drink coffee over and over again.
“I can assure you… that I am perfectly fine.” He pauses letting the end of that statement set in.
“Now now don’t be that way. WE’re a family here at team magma, and a family can’t function if hey don’t respect each other. You know you should learn to relax a bit no need to be all up tight.” Maybe he was just making assumptions now, or he was rambling due to being tired.
“Your skin is quite pale. I have a difficult time believing that you are perfectly fine just based on that. I can assume that you have not been eating well either. Considering the current state of this room, I doubt you even leave to go piss and shit.”
As much as Cole did not care about this individual, it was more than fitting to prove him wrong. He still did have somewhat of an obligation to do this job, just because of this social contract he was locked in.
That comment a few seconds later though...family? Family? With a group of fucking terrorists? This happy-go-lucky bullshit was worthless--hollow words thrust at a steel barricade. Who was this tool to even tell him something so...degenerate. With complete disregard for the sleeping child, Cole took his tone up at this blatant insult.
“I do not know what kind of family you are even talking about. What family? I see nothing in this entire base resembling my family.”
❝Do you expect Team Rocket to stay relegated to only two
regions? No, we’re picking which region to go to next. Hoenn so far… is
not exactly on the map. But Sinnoh might be next. Eventually, however,
All will gather under the name of Team Rocket.❞
It was fine. A general idea would not damage the boss’ great plans.
Plus, Team Magma nd Aqua would be troublesome to take down. Let
them take each other down while Team Rocket enters Sinnoh.
❝Groudon you say? Isn’t that pokemon just a myth? A
child’s fairy tale?❞
Noted. They were a delusional group trying to gain influence in other regions. Such a chore to have to worry about, but it still was something to consider. Cole would be leaving a few anonymous tips at several police departments in the near future. At least this dumbass likes to run his mouth...
...Perhaps a little too much. As soon as the other commented of Groudon, Cole shook. That struck a nerve.
“Groudon is not a myth. He and Kyogre are greater powers that shaped the entire world. Those, ‘fairy tales,’ as you put them, are true, regardless of what your delusional mind wants to deny. History has proven their existence. If you took five minutes to do some basic research, you would know this.”
Getting louder than usual was rare for the grunt, but this individual had hit something important to him. Under his breath, Cole muttered something else, having a difficult time regaining his lost composure.
“Don’t slam that door so loudly! The squirt just started to nap.” Vexis comments as he looks over to the door from his desk.
Meanwhile his daughter sat safely tucked between two houndoom and 1 houndour on a pallet neatly placed out of the way. Lucky for Vexis the sound of the door didn’t actually wake her up.
“What can I do for you?”
Yet another drag of a “job.” Cole had been on the job at base and not been doing anything productive for a few hours at least. When Lard-Ass told him that there was something for him to do, the grunt had been expecting to go outside and walk around aimlessly for the rest of the day. But go to an unfamiliar department to go help someone he has never met? That was...just plain stupid.
Looking at the other with a hint of scorn, he did appear to be tired at minimum. There was a familiar face sitting off to the side huddled against Houndooms. So...this was likely her guardian then...interesting.
“One of the admins told me about a cooped-up guy in engineering. Your superiors are concerned about you going stir-crazy, and decided it was now my problem too.”
❝Team Magma is awful interesting. Just what do
you think will happen when you expand the land? Won’t that
upset the ecosystem? Or did you all not think of that?❞
“We have no power to ‘expand the land’ as you put it. No. That power only resides within Groudon. Trying to take that power for personal use is the lofty dream of a fool.”
Cole scoffed at the other, looking down on the other with an icy stare. How dare this insect imply that he was completely ignorant of his own team. But it was quite a rarity to meet someone from the infamous Rocket. The question was, what did he know, and what was he willing to tell?
“Quite observant from somebody with your particular brand. What are you doing in Hoenn anyway? A little far from your comfort zone no?”
The way Cole stomped over to her causes Madison to step back. He was so much bigger than her, and his voice made her feel more intimidated than she already had been from before.
Nervously she holds onto the object behind her back latching onto it as if that would be enough to hide it from sight.
“I told you I didn’t do anything… You’re scary.”
Him? Scary? Preposterous. Those who knew anything about Cole knew he would never willingly hurt anybody. He posed no threat.
Kneeling down to be close to her height, Cole tried again to talk. This often worked when dealing with young or small pokemon, so it was worth a try here. He even toned down his voice somewhat.
“Look kid. I am not going to get you in trouble or anything. At least tell me why you are running around avoiding people.”
Madison has found herself running down the halls of team magma. Zipping around grunts that walked by completely unaware what she had done.
After a good amount of running she has slowed down quick to notice someone looking at her.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh? I do not recall saying you did anything.”
Like a giant approaching a doomed village in distress, Cole slowly stomped toward the young girl. His baritone voice echoed through the long corridor. Though he was not trying to be intimidating, he likely was coming off as so.
[ This post is going to be a rambling regarding John “Totalbiscuit” Bane, specifically my feelings and indirect “relationship” towards him. The main reason I’m doing it here is because John was someone who inspired this muse, as well as influencing me for the past six years.
This is not going to be a happy post. I just feel like I need to do something for someone who was so important in my growth.]
[ John Bane was a video game critic who ran a Youtube channel going by the name Totalbiscuit. Before this, John was known more for his contributions to the World of Warcraft community. I discovered him through a let’s play he did of Terarria in 2012. I found him and his rambling with Jesse Cox hilarious and very enjoyable. I would later find out about his first impressions critiques of video games, which is what really kept me around his channel over the next five years. I was also introduced to Jesse Cox, Dodger, and several other fantastic people thanks to John and his connections.
I never knew John personally. I never commented on a single video he put out, or sent him an e-mail of any sort. I liked his honest, brutal critiques and very informative videos he made on video games and the video gaming industry. He wasn’t afraid to call people and companies out for their bullshit business practices. This alone earned a great deal of respect from me.
Over the past year or two though, I started to fall out with his content. His first-impressions videos were still just as informative and well constructed as they were before, but there were statements he said outside of his videos I really did not agree with. After doing more research about John and some of his more controversial views, I unsubscribed from his channel out of disapproval for his actions. I would get word of the things John did from time-to-time, but I never thought much of it.
Yesterday, woke up to see a video title that had only just informed me of this situation: John Bane had passed away. My jaw dropped. At the time, I still viewed him in a more negative light. Yet I was extremely sad that he was no longer with us. I honestly sort of regret holding his personal views against him for these past few years, and only his passing made me realize this.
Regardless of what I held against him, there was no doubt that John was an inspiring, charismatic, and important figure in the video gaming industry. I know that he influenced me, and many others out there.
This glorious man was my Hero.
Best of wishes to Jenna and his family. Totalbiscuit, I will never forget you. Thank you. ]
“Genuine happiness is rare for me. But, something that really pleases me is a silent night, alone with my pokemon. There is nothing like a break from all the noise from the people outside, to just enjoy a moment with your companions. I will sometimes read to them, praise and reward them, or just sit down and relax with my beloved pokemon. A nice glass of wine and the faint sounds of the ocean help accompany these rare nights, and assist in making them moments to treasure.”
Loss
“This is not a tragic ‘loss’ by any means, but is still one that influenced me. As a young, anti-social, and quiet child, I did not make an effort to find friends. My best friend at the time was desperate for a pokemon of his own, anxious that his family would not let him have one even though he was ten. At an impulse I told him that I had captured lots of pokemon and would help him, out of fear that he may not like me if I did not assist him. The day we planned on arrived, and he had been the most excited kid you had ever seen about it, but as one would expect, he found out I had literally no experience capturing pokemon. In a fit of rage, he hit me, called me an asshole, and then never spoke to me again. Whether it was from him loathing me or from the shame of past mistakes, I do not know. This birthed my first resolve;I swore after that point to condemn lying of any sort, and to denounce those who do.”
“Almost a decade ago, one of the most overwhelming times of my life was when I was pulled out of public school for the bullying I was getting. It was at this point I had begun to loathe my mother and father for making this choice without my input. Not only that, but I had to both continue my education in isolation, and devout more time to keeping our home clean. After several months of continued stress and contemplation over how to handle the situation, I had finally made a resolve on devoting all my time to my studies. What little free time I had was used to plan and prepare for leaving home the second I was done with high school.”
Loved
“Mother and Father often were very preoccupied with their work in the later years of my childhood, but when I was around 8 years old, we often took walks into the wild with an old telescope to stargaze. Mother would teach me about the stars, planets, and the mysteries of deep space. Father would often listen or jest with subtle jokes or tall tales. It was one of the few times from memory that my family genuinely made me feel loved.”
Mythos and Religion have always been on Cole’s mind. He was always reading about the numerous legends surrounding Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza since he could remember. In his early teenage years, he expanded that research out to Arceus, Mew, and several other Legendaries from other regions. That research gave him a very uncommon outlook on the world and its creation.
“In the beginning, there was Arceus, a being of immense power, who oversaw the nothing that was our planet. Arceus wanted to bring about a new living world, and birthed six children to govern the power--four major powers, and two who kept the balance between them. Those children were Groudon, Kyogre, Rayquaza, Xerneas, Yveltal, and Zygarde.
Groudon and Kyogre took the world’s empty state and begun molding it, raising and changing the land to form tall mountains, and deep valleys, while also adding water to sustain life and create diversity in the land masses. Throughout all of this, Rayquaza was circling the planet, ensuring that neither of the world-makers were overpowering the other. However, both Groudon and Kyogre each wanted domains for them to thrive and rule from. The Landmaster took a select few mountains, and drilled holes into them, delved right into the planet’s core, and released magma upon the surface. Meanwhile, Kyogre begun to fill much of Groudon’s deep valleys with a massive amount of water, creating the oceans, and filling up much of the planet’s surface with water. Each was outraged at the other for overlapping each other’s territory. They had begun fighting, and the world was soon in chaos. Groudon created more volcanoes deep within the oceans, which brought about smaller land masses that came to be islands. Meanwhile, Kyogre tried to raise the oceans, and try to flood out some of Groudon’s land from the inside, which brought forth many lakes, and rivers.
Rayquaza finally intervened after informing Arceus of the situation on the surface. The Sky Dragon quelled the two’s fighting through punishment: a seal. As a gift from the Creator, Rayquaza stole away much of Groudon and Kyogre’s power, holding that power inside two orbs. The orbs themselves changed colors to red and blue respectively. The world-makers were ultimately defeated from their loss of strength. Drained, weakened, and tired, the world-makers both went back to their domains, going into a deep rest. It is said that during this rest, they have been slowly regaining their lost power. The world itself had settled down in just a day, finalizing the planet’s land and sea as we know it today.
Rayquaza, after all of this, was assigned as a protective role--guarding the skies against terrible, abnormal weather, and potential threats from the unknown void of space. The dragon then took to the skies beyond the skies; residing in a place so high in the air that even Arceus could not see its work.
What followed after the incident between Kyogre, Groudon, and Rayquaza, came the final fruits of Arceus’ plan. Much like the previous three, Xerneas, Yveltal, and Zygarde were put on the planet with the task of maintaining life. Xerneas dug its four legs into the earth, rooting itself, and letting its energy flow into the soil around it. Slowly, over the course of several hundred years, Xerneas’ power created plant life on the world. Yveltal instead went into hibernation, as it was a creature that fed on life placed into a world that had no life. This sleep would last a thousand years on the South Pole.
There was a brief time when Xerneas had covered almost the entire planet in grass and trees, but there were no other Pokemon aside from the Legendaries. To assist the world-tree, Arceus birthed the youngest of the original Legends: Mew. Mew’s goal was to help Xerneas in creating Pokemon to populate the world with creatures like them. For five-hundred years, Mew and Xerneas created the first species of pokemon, many of which are undocumented by science. This is because of Yveltal who awoke from his cocoon to find a world bursting with life. The world-ender begun sapping the life out of anything and everything he could see, feasting on the entire planet--plant and Pokemon. Some sources claim that Mew was a casualty, while other claim that Mew went into hiding instead. I believe in the latter on this one. Xerneas tried to stop Yveltal, resulting in a year-long conflict between the two. Zygarde spent this time in the conflict as well, either fighting both of the Legendaries in an attempt to subdue them, or trying keep them apart. Ultimately, conflict was too fierce, and the world was cleansed of all the life Mew and Xerneas created. The orb process could not be repeated here unfortunately, as the strength that Xerneas and Yveltal possessed were necessary in order to sustain a proper cycle of life and death. This would be the only time it got too far out of hand though. Xerneas and Yveltal both agreed under Arceus’ judgement to be more lax on their powers and to avoid conflict with the other. Zygarde on the other hand was told by the Creator to become much stronger for if it was needed again in history. Arceus released very small pieces of Zygarde onto the planet, telling the Order Pokemon to seek them to make him stronger.
From this point on, Xerneas would hibernate much like Yveltal, only awakening when the other did to replace the lost life. Mew took on the role of creating new Pokemon, while Xerneas rooted itself into the earth and created more plant-life. Every millenium, Yveltal would awaken, and steal the life from a section of the world, and Xerneas would root itself in that spot to bring life back to it. Rarely, the two would meet and fight again, before Zygarde intervened to stop them.
This has been all that I believe in. While I acknowledge all Legendary Pokemon for various reasons, I believe the true creators of this world are Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza. They have the power to influence the entire world in a matter of minutes, for its benefit, or its destruction.”
Kiwi had been taking notes on something, and the sudden shout made her jump and drop her clipboard onto the ground with a loud clatter. quickly scooping it up again she turned to her teammate that spoke.
“My names Kiwi. I’m not sure Id like to respond to Shortie with the brown hair” she joked and rubbed the side of her head. “What is it you need? I guess I can spare few minutes.. “it wasn’t like the poochyenas wanted exams right now anyway she needed to wait for them to calm down.
Cole rolled his eyes at her introduction--startled and dropping everything on the floor. Then, trying to play it off with some smart-ass comment and a name. To be fair...he had seen much, much worse before.
“In short, I do not live inside the base. Yet, the admins are sending me all around this place, getting them random shit. Lazy wankers think this is a good idea.”
With a short pause between thoughts, Cole had a small chance to stop himself from going on an angry tangent. That bit of hatred was bursting out--it was dangerous considering his workplace. He briefly reminded himself to control his opinions while at work. As the grunt drew closer, he slowly leaned down, picking up a straggling paper as it hit the floor.
“Regardless, I need to get to the warehouse on this floor. Please, take me there...now.”
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