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Post by KANE on Jan 28, 2012 11:03:00 GMT -5
Mission
He sat at his seat in the company, hands locked together as he stared out of the window, at falling leaves. Autumn would soon be over, and winter would come with snow paving the roads. He exhaled, shutting his eyes as the operative announced their decision to send the cargo out of Rustboro this very night. He approved of it; with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the operative and sent him to do his work.
A hand grabbed the pokénav on the glass table by his side. In the process, he upset a cup of coffee. He watched it hit the ground, spilling its contents. The stains would last a lifetime. If all went well, the marks he was to leave on the city too, would last for as long as the city existed.
He chuckled.
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Accepting this mission was ultimately, a natural thing for Steven to do. It didn't require him to do much travelling; all he did nowadays was shuttle between Mossdeep and Rustboro, with the occasional stop at Lilycove to see if his new shipment of rocks had arrived. Upon reading the description, he had a nagging suspicion that the entire matter wasn't a simple as it was cut out to be; for one, he had a good idea of who was behind the entire event.
Sculpting the build-up to the eventual confrontation would be done by the one sitting comfortably in his velvet seat at the sixteenth floor of the building; Steven spat at the thought of the man.
He gripped the banister rails of the apartment stairs. He spared a moment for contemplation, before taking the stairs down two at a time.
notes let's set this some time after [not to go back] and [externalities], but before the [verdanturf tea thread]. |
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Post by KANE on Jan 30, 2012 10:31:35 GMT -5
Clicking her phone shut, Alyssa sighed. Why had she even bothered to attempt to contact him? She was better off going ahead with the mission and hoping she bumped into him before they blew the goods up. Alyssa wasn’t exactly ‘happy’ to be taking a mission like this, but she would do her job. She wanted to minimize her amount of terrorist acts, but given this mission that didn’t appear to be happening – at least not today. If I can get away with completing missions that don’t cause chaos or risk heavy destruction I’ll be more than happy... Hoenn’s Leader thought grimly, shoving her phone back in her pocket.
Pulling a grey Heavy Ball off of her belt, she tossed it lightly into the air. It bounced off one of the trees beside her before clicking open, red energy flashing from it to reveal her pokemon – a large Metagross. Catching the ball and replacing it on the leather around her hips, she placed a hand upon Cannon’s head. ”Ready to move?” she asked, less-than-enthusiastically. The large Iron Leg Pokemon blinked at her, remaining silent. There was practically nothing to work with in its response (or lack thereof) so she assumed it felt relatively the same. ”Yeah, me neither...” she murmured to it, looking into the large red eyes on its face. ”But we have to.”
Placing the toe of her shoe on the middle rim around its body, she used that to give herself a leg-up to the flat top of its head, crouching with both of her hands firmly on the blue metal. One leg was bent, resting her knee on the pokemon and the other kept her foot flat against it. Alyssa preferred crouching like this to actually sitting for transport upon Metagross. How Metagross trainers are so relaxed while moving on them is beyond me... she thought, looking as Cannon pulled his legs up, tucking them against his large body as he levitated. Moving slowly at first before picking up some speed, he increased their altitude relatively slowly, hovering at the level of the house-rooftops of Rustboro, moving towards the large building – Devon Corp., their target.
”Steven you’d better show up if you’re not already here...” she growled, looking around cautiously for any roof lookouts other than the suspected ones atop Devon’s building. That was step one to her plan.
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Post by KANE on Feb 6, 2012 13:46:51 GMT -5
he wouldn’t ever let his claws on the city release their grip. from his office window, he watched as one of the trucks pulled out of the corporation. this one truck would be their only shipment for the night. he had received information on a mission that detailed nox’s plans to make a dent into their explosives’ shipment. tonight would be the night they struck, having been too much of cowards to break into their warehouses to do the dirty deed.
just as well, actually. he would have more time to prepare for the eventual confrontation between lux-aligned devon corp. and the nox guerilla. they certainly went to great lengths just to achieve something – they didn’t even think about the repercussions they would have on the city. an explosion was sure to raise the attention of various parties – granted it comprised of wanted and unwanted attention – but being noticed meant that lux would tighten its regulations as nox closed in.
this was precisely what he wanted to capitalize on. it would mean more business for the company. he worked for profits, something that would give him an advantage, an upper hand in the game. if this was going to do that, he had no qualms about following that route. he watched as a second truck went in the opposite direction of the first, to the south of rustboro and into the forest. it would no doubt be seized by nox members hiding out in the forest.
so far, so good.
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he reached the foot of his apartment stairs, and hesitated. perhaps he should not have taken this mission. it was a foolhardy move on his part. explosives, problems with devon corp. he wasn’t lying when he admitted the stark similarities between the heir to the company and his appearance – but what eluded the public was that they were one and the same, not two separate figures. what he did on this end was sabotage. in short, he was kicking the company he was to inherit in the balls.
yet there was nothing he could do. a mission was a mission, and he would try his best – with handicaps on. damage wasn’t the first thing on his mind.
he adjusted the rings on his fingers as he walked through the chilly autumn air. the wind had a certain bite to it – he pulled his coat tighter around him. he disliked the cold. the rings he let alone for now. the former champion walked along the pavement until he saw a familiar figure atop a metagross –
“fucking idiot, lux gets out after sundown.”
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Post by KANE on Feb 7, 2012 10:46:36 GMT -5
”Slow down a bit and decrease altitude…”
She only murmured the words to Cannon beneath her, who obliged. So far, scanning the general area and rooftops she saw no signs of humans – only some Wingull and Taillow flying between houses or to the woods. The street lights of Rustboro had yet to be lit, so the long shadows cast by the buildings on the stone terrace created a stark contrast thanks to the orange-red light cast by the fireball behind the trees that posed as a sun. Chewing her lip for a moment, Alyssa thought before speaking quietly to Cannon again.
”Take a right. We should check the surroundings more first.”
The beeline the Metagross had been on took an abrupt turn behind a line of houses and before a row of an apartment complex. As if to protest her change of direction, a small gust of cold air blew through the city. Alyssa shivered and untied the red hoodie from around her waist, pulling it over her torso before zipping it back up and sinking down into it as she shivered. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a hat and placed it between her teeth. Before she moved to tie her hair up, she heard a familiar voice. A relatively un-amused expression crossed her face and she looked in the direction the voice had come from.
As though by unspoken command, the Metagross descended closer to the ground and slowed until its trainer was near her ‘target’. The Veteran Trainer stared at Steven silently for a moment before twisting her hair up and hiding it beneath the beanie she plucked from her mouth and pulled over it. Crossing her arm in front of her leg she spoke,
”If you’re going to attempt to insult me, at least do it when I’m not almost out of earshot, Steven.” Alyssa said with a wry smile. ”At any rate, it saves me the trouble of trying to find you.” She wouldn’t bring up his apparent lack of ability to use a cell phone. ”Also, it’s nearly nightfall.” not that he would necessarily care and had basically just pointed out, ”We should probably get moving relatively soon. Do you have any particular way you want to do things?”
Even if he didn’t, Alyssa was already hammering out more than one potential plan of action, seeing as the first had already been altered because of his appearance. Pulling her hood over her head, she waited.
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Post by KANE on Feb 13, 2012 10:25:53 GMT -5
it wasn't an insult to begin with. steven's eyes snapped to the hoenn champion, and he crossed his arms, leaned back slightly, and stared down at the female, not in the least amused. insult her. such things were best left to times when they had nothing better to do other than grab at each other's throats and see who could turn the other's esophagus inside-out first. "took offense? wasn't even talking to you," came his cool response, but he did not press on when she spoke of finding him.
… he was in rustboro, that fact alone was a bonus hint already. how hard could it get to find one man in a city, whose appearance everyone knew? the former champion merely stared at alyssa as she idly suggested that they get moving. well, here they were, within three blocks of the towering corporation building, and she was saying that.
"i have already moved," said steven, silver hair illuminated briefly as a lamppost turned on behind him. the stone glanced up at it, then stepped into the shadows. silver hair was obnoxiously obvious regardless of location; the lights didn’t help in the least. "unless you have a different definition of move, akiyama?"
"regardless, i have a plan in mind. we wait until the trucks move out from the company, intercept them - you're hoenn's leader, surely you can do that - and then i'll tell you what to do next."
he wasn't in the mood to negotiate.
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Post by KANE on Feb 14, 2012 0:35:46 GMT -5
Alyssa met Steven’s hard, steel-blue gaze evenly, not flinching or wavering as their eyes met. Despite the fact she had to look up to lock eyes with him, considering Cannon was rather low to the ground, she met his gaze without flinching. Even when he responded, his voice smooth in a manner that allowed him to deliver his words coolly, she didn’t flinch. The Veteran Trainer only barely managed to prevent herself from rolling her eyes at his words. Normally, her bangs would have hidden the disbelieving expression quite easily, but seeing as they were practically clumped over the bridge of her nose thanks to her hat that was impossible.
I would consider calling somebody a ‘fucking idiot’ an attempt to insult them, yes… she answered him silently, keeping a level gaze as he continued to speak. She wouldn’t bother responding verbally. Yet, at least. The silent commentaries were always much more fun. Not to mention, they didn’t have the time to be bickering back and forth in a battle of words. As amusing (but at the same time, irritating) that Alyssa knew she would find it, now wasn’t the situation at all.
Alyssa half-flinched when a streetlight behind Steven turned on, and she looked up at it with narrowed eyes. Damn light. Without needing to be told or asked, the Metagross beneath her hovered towards the shadows as well, concealing both its large body and the trainer atop it from the light in the shadow cast by an apartment building. Her eyes adjusted quickly as he spoke.
At least he already had a plan in mind. Too bad he sucked at answering his phone.
”…youre Hoenn’s Leader…”
She couldn’t decide if he was mocking her or not. She decided to let it slide. Instead, she chewed her lip some. So he would be giving the orders and she would be acting upon them. Like a dog waiting by it’s masters side until given the order to attack. Lovely. She wouldn’t argue, she would go along with it. Not to say she would like it, though.
”So you’re just going to call the shots and let me do the work or are you actually going to get involved?” That wasn’t her answer, simply an inquiry. Sighing, she responded.
”….fine. Just tell me what to do and when.”
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