◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
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There's just a hint of chill in the air that makes him tug his coat closer to his body, just the slightest breeze that has him shivering where he stands. The cold's moving out fast, but not fast enough for Elijah, he's less than happy about the current predicament with the whether. He's almost certain that there's a Castform fucking up the weather somehow, gleefully providing them an extended winter's bite, just to make them all miserable. He almost wants to just go home and curl back into bed, sleep the day away until brighter skies come forth.
He's been doing that anyway, for the past four days, putting off duty with his own selfish reason. A battle here and there, wild pokemon to take off, until even he feels restless in the old shack that he so begrudgingly calls home. So today he finally gets his lazy ass into gear, wraps a scarf around his neck trudges onto Pallet, because hey, where else is he supposed to go to terrorize kids? While they're still malleable in their ignorance, it would do Rocket some good to get people so easy to manipulate. Of course, if they proved too dumb to be of any use, he could always just take their pokemon. Seize opportunity by the balls and make it your bitch. Or something like that.
It would have been too strange for even him, a grown man of twenty six, to be lurking out in the open, staring at kids. Arceus-forbid someone might mistake him for a pedophile. He does his staring behind an overbearing true, just by the town outskirts, like any self-respecting man would, cigarette between his lips and hands in his pockets.
build a fire a thousand miles away to light my long way home. i ride a comet. my trail is long to stay, silence is a heavy stone. i fight the world and take all they can give. there are times my heart hangs low. born to walk against the wind, born to hear my name; no matter where i stand, i'm alone. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel.[break][break]
burn the bridge before you, leave no retreat. there's only one way home. those who laugh and crowd the path and cut each other's throats will fall like melting snow. they'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes. they'll bow their heads low. their hearts will hang low. then we'll laugh, and they will kneel and know this heart of steel was too hard to break, too hard to hold. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel. stand and fight, life by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel. born with a heart of steel![break][break]
build a fire a thousand miles away to light my long way home. i ride a comet. my trail is long to stay, silence is a heavy stone. i fight the world and take all they can give. there are times my heart hangs low. born to walk against the wind, born to hear my name; no matter where i stand, i'm alone. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel.[break][break]
burn the bridge before you, leave no retreat. there's only one way home. those who laugh and crowd the path and cut each other's throats will fall like melting snow. they'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes. they'll bow their heads low. their hearts will hang low. then we'll laugh, and they will kneel and know this heart of steel was too hard to break, too hard to hold. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel. stand and fight, life by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel. born with a heart of steel! that someday, it would lead me back to you.
[attr="class","curragebot"]notes and stuff here? burn the bridge before you, leave no retreat. there's only one way home. those who laugh and crowd the path and cut each other's throats will fall like melting snow.
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
Umbreon, right. Gotta hand it to him, he at least knew how to draw in a crowd. Elijah didn't give so much of a damn to being seen, but the unwarranted attention was still something to think about. Can't exactly snoop around with an Eevee-lution around, 'specially when all the snot-nosed kids never seen one like it and all they'd want to do was come up and pet it. Elijah can only hope that a stupid kid does come up to pet the pokemon, only to get bitten, that would at least brighten up his day.
"That ain't funny." Elijah grunts, not at all happy with that snide remark. Predator? Ambiguous word. Not that he was much into hunting, just a scout, see if these kids were gullible enough to fall for cheap parlor tricks. He doesn't even know who Dex is pertaining to, himself or Elijah but he knows that the man means trouble, one way or another. It's not so much as a gut feeling, it feels much more sinister than that, as if it burns cold in his very being. He knows Dex, somewhat. A fellow Rocket, though there's always some kind of mystery about him. What name did the game go with again? James? Booey? Bah, whatever, some made up with a made up background that was for sure.
He burns through his stick quick, already reaching up for his next as, lo behold, kids are actually jogging towards the Umbreon, no doubt wanting to look at the cool Pokemon. "That thing's a bad idea, attention whore." He mutters under his breath, the twitch in his eye gives away his annoyance.
[attr="class","nokibody"]He didn't mind the attention really, true he preferred to keep to himself and just watch from a far - but if he were to do that now, he would just look like some kind of creeper (like Elijah does) stalking children from the shadows. At least with Umbreon's help, they all came to him. Like the ice-cream man, perhaps their parents wouldn't want their children around someone who just looks as sketchy as dexter did, but they came to him - there was nothing he could do about that while "taking his umbreon out for a walk".
It was Umbreon who disliked the attention more than anyone, dexter was certain the thing would bite the next child that would touch it, but with a sideways glance every now and then he would correct the pokemon to try and push its patience a little more. Perhaps a treat later would make it better. I think its hilarious~ he chirped as another kid came over to ogle the dark type at his side. It's a better idea than looking like a creep at a jungle gym, waiting to snatch up the next kid that straggles too far. With that, the kid that was next to them kind of fucked off slow on his own.
Chuckling he approached the blond, he knew the guy was in Team rocket, he had seen his face around every now and then, but never did he take enough time to come and get to know him. Why would he anyways, he had far better thing to do than to stick around base and chit chat about work and stuff. So where did you park the van?
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
Another cigarette is burned out, only to be replaced by its brethren whom would quickly follow the same fate.
"Ice cream truck's right around the corner. Wanna ride shotgun when I'm done?" He answers back nonchalantly. Not that it was true, he would never be caught dead driving a van of any kind but it seemed Dex was wholly invested in taking away kids, why break his fantasies. He gives Dex a glance and shrugs, the stranger just a bit too close for comfort. There was a sinister air, an extra chill, that he couldn't understand that came off from Dex. Elijah did his best to quell the impulse to fidget, instead readjusting his scarf and sucking deeply on his cigarette for solace.
"What idea exactly? Letting kids pet your pokemon like a glorified Furfrou in hopes of what exactly?" He scoffs, addressing the Umbreon next. "No offense to you, I'm sure you're a certified killing machine. But do you really want to have your tail pulled around by ten year olds? Didn't think so."
He eyes Dexter up and down, trying to do his best impression of unimpressed. "And your excuse for being around here? Sight-seeing? People hunting? Or did you stalk me here?" He smiles shyly, an extra flutter of eyelashes as if embarrassed by the thought. If he could blush on command he would.
[attr="class","nokibody"]Will I get an actual shotgun? If not, I'm not interested. He shrugged off the idea. The obvious discomfort that the other rocket had when dexter got too close made the raven haired man smile and approach even closer, so close that he even attempted to wrap his arm around Elijah's neck as though they were a long time buddies. No matter how cool someone tried to be, dexter had a sixth sense when it came to discomfort, that he could use for the benefit of others, but instead he used his people skills to just make matters worse for everyone involved.
Getting to know the future "champions". He spoke while accenting the word champions between air quotes/bunny ears with his fingers. What if i had a soft spot for children? wanting to push their interest into pokemon to bloom! the words vomited from his mouth like verbal diarrhea. Pure bullshit and he knew it - but truly, he did want to check out the next generation of trainers. See what future pains he had to deal with. And maybe, just maybe, if they recognized him, they would be more gullible later on when they had better pokemon and stuff for him to snatch up.
Of course i stalked you here. you caught me; if he had managed to put his arm around Elijah's neck, he was gone now, placing his hands as though he were ready to be arrested. What will you do with me then? he really had no shame, none, not even a sliver of it.
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
"A shotgun can-" He noticeably stops as Dexter puts an arm around him, that chill suddenly all too surrounding and makes him freeze where he stands. A sense of dread, a heavy weight on his mind suddenly overcomes him. Dex keeps talking, but at this point he barely hears him. His head has been dragged underwater, unable to take a breath, unable to utter a sound, unable to form any coherent thought.
It feels like an eternity before he comes back to himself. Everything feels too bright, too awkward. His body suddenly doesn't feel like it fits right. Feels like he's a damn scared kid again. Like a veil lifted, it takes him a while to regain his senses. And of course, he reacts the best way he knows how.
"Get the fuck off me." He growls, making a weak attempt to shove Dexter farther away, eyes scrunched in confusion and anger. What bothers him the most is that he doesn't even know what triggered the fear, except that it must have had something to do with Dexter. He hasn't had that bad of a reaction since he was six years old. He takes a step back, glaring hard at Dexter in an attempt to look intimidating, except it doesn't work right considering he's pale as a sheet.
[attr="class","nokibody"]When his arm went around the blond, his "companion" had gone silent. Something dexter was accustomed to, most people felt awkward when some random stranger came up to them and started acting all chummy out of the blue. Especially when someone who they know are from Team Rocket and that alone meant no good, but this one somehow knew he was a little more troublesome than the average rocket.. how so? his jokes had gone through deaf ears when a sudden push came from the side - so feeble despite how strong this one seemed to be, it only made the sadist laugh a joyous tune.
What was that? he said between giggles. Homophobic or something? Trust me, i wasn't planning on doing anything, bigot. He was cool about it all, if anything it gave him so much glee that he could feel it fluttering inside his belly that he had upset him so much in just a short amount of time. You look like you've just seen a ghost. White as snow. The push had gotten Raven all in a huff, the Umbreon stepped between the two men ready for any kind of continuation, ready to defend his trainer. No need to get your feathers all ruffled, I don't think he can take a swing even if he wanted to. Smiling at the pale coloured rocket, dexter reached down to give the Umbreon a reassuring pat on the head. I've seen scarier faces on a snubble.
PLEASE NOTE THAT NO ONE SHOULD KNOW HIS REAL NAME IN IC UNLESS IT IS DISCUSSED BY ME. HE HAS NO PAPER TRAIL OF HIS EXISTENCE OR OF HIS BIRTH, HE TECHNICALLY DOESN'T EXIST. THANKS
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◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
