Sin Island - Pokemon RPG [PG 17] - (Late Sign-Ups Accepted)

[The Burnt Shadow]

Okay, things are finally underway.

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6. Remember when writing your first post, it should be as follows:

Spoiler: First Posts

Rocket Syndicate – Members of the Rocket Syndicate will be either at the pier or underground market. Those in the underground market are selling goods such as poached Pokemon, drugs or sponsoring smalltime underground battles. In the underground market, there will be trouble, such as a spy or another small syndicate trying to ruin business. Your job will be to handle this spy or syndicate, while still making good money.

The other location would be at the pier, where you will be handling imported goods. You will either be assigned to heavy work, negotiations about money and goods, or just keeping guard for any unwanted intruders. As things would go, the police suddenly arrive to bust you. How you escape the situation would be completely up to you. You may escape with some of the loot, flee empty handed, or go out with a big bang, but attracting much attention, etc. Feel free to go Grand Theft Auto or Assassins Creed here.

Golden Syndicate – Like the Rocket Syndicate, you’ll be in one of two locations. The first location would be at the Market District, where you’ll either be acting as a bodyguard for important businessmen. Your job would be to protect them from any hitmen or kidnappers. You’ll be with other groups of members of the syndicate, where you could either be right beside the businessman or roaming around and making sure that the entire place is secure. You will find trouble, but handle the situation smoothly and quickly. What you do to the intruder will be entirely up to you. You may either just dispose of him, or bring him to a friendly little place for questioning.

The other location is the Red District. You can choose one of two jobs here. The first one would be acting like a single bodyguard, but you will also be asked to entertain the person you’re guarding, such as offering him drinks, taking him to brothels, etc. What happens in this job will be entirely up to you, there could either be trouble, or you just have fun. As for the second job, it’s negotiating with a businessman or opposing syndicate. How negotiations go down will be entirely up to you. If things have to be messy, make sure you don’t attract too much attention.

Police – For this, there are three locations you could be in. It’s either at the pier where you’re handling the Rocket bust, at the Red District getting drunk (this would be preferable if your character was a corrupt one), or at the main branch getting scolded by Police Chief Jenny.

Bystander – This one will depend strictly on your occupation. If you’re a trainer visiting the island, you’re on a ferry or a ship that has yet to arrive on the island. However, if your occupation is something besides trainer, you could either be designated in the place where you work, any place taking a break, or back on a ferry as a new worker.

7. Have fun!

Characters
1. Monster Guy - Bystander - trainer
2. Schade - Golden Syndicate
3. Avenger Angel - Rocket Syndicate - chemist
4. Primal Crusader V - Bystander - ruin maniac
5. VampirateMace - Bystander - gym leader
6. Eon Spirit - bystander - trainer
7. Mr. Owl - police officer
8. The Burnt Shadow - Golden Syndicate - admin

SIN ISLAND​

Theodore Silvertongue – Red District –Brothel
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The night was still fresh. Neon lights flashed throughout the district, while the sound of music and drunkards were heard both within buildings and on the streets. Countless people roamed the Red District, either looking snappy and fashionable, or just looked ready to have a good time with certain friends that could comfort you. The scent of food and alcohol was thick in the air. If you wanted something fancy like cuisine from the Unova region, then you've come to the wrong district. They don’t serve that kind of fancy smancy grub in this district. Just good old grilled and fried food, accompanied with the finest of drinks, be it beer, wine or liquor. As long as it cleared you of your troubles, you’ll find it here.

Sin Island has several districts to visit. Most of them belong to family and kids. However, this district belonged to the adults. For those who wanted to have one hell of a night. You won’t find any kids around here, well okay there those sickos who would bring them here for even bigger sickos, but even on this island, there are certain limits to follow.

I sat on one of the couches, drinking some of the finest liquor this establishment could offer. The place was quite noisy and bright, but that’s what made this place. Music played to a jamming tune, getting everyone off their asses and on their toes to dance in heat, until they drop to the beat. Me, I’m not really into this kind of music. Yeah, it’s catchy and my legs are tapping, but I ain’t the kind of man you’d often see dancing in this place. To be honest, I’d prefer the nice old saxophone, accompanied by a piano and violin and the sweet voice of a woman who could melt ice. Too bad this schmuck wasn't into that kind of thing.

Beside me, this old geezer sat, drunk to the head, looking ready to blow one off his pants. Two lovely ladies, dressed in two-pieces with wads of bills in their underwear, caressed this old vulture, placing their longs hands around his body. Looking at this old man, I saw a ring around his finger. Here we have a married man probably with a wife at some mansion and probably some spoiled brats, either some ******* of a son doing dope, while driving every morning in a Ferrari with a Staryubucks coffee in one hand, or some **** of a daughter blowing off older boys and getting them to buy her crap. Either one wouldn't surprise me.

I sit back, with a nice looking lady by my side. She’s playing with my tie, while her other hand rubbed around my chin. This girl was willing to give me a good time, as long as I gave her some good paper. Sure, I’ll pay. Night’s still young and I’m sure there’s a place nearby we could have some fun.

“So Mr. Sanders, are you having a good time?” I asked, as I pulled out a cigarette. The lady beside me pulls out a lighter and lights the stick.

“You bet yer keester I am!” the old man said, as he slapped one knee and then the rear of one of the women. “Send my regards to that sweet little lady yer boss!”

“I’ll give her a message,” I replied. I’ll just phone her and tell her that things were going well." No need to meet that psycho cousin of mine at her office, or worse at her apartment.

Just as things were going smoothly, I hear a ruckus starting. Nearby, some customers seem a little bit dissatisfied with the service, scaring the ladies. Bouncers come in to stop them, but they instantly pull out an ultra ball and call out a Machamp. Before the bouncers could do anything, that large, four-armed muscle Pokemon was tossing them around, making them eat their own teeth and drink their own piss. Great, I thought things were going to go smoothly.

“I’ll be right back Mr. Sanders,” I said to the client, then turning to the lady next to me. “Don’t go off now.”

I walk up to the thugs hollering and smashing bottles on the floor.

“Hey, come on now, I know we’re here to have some fun, but aren't you all losing it just a bit?” I asked, as I puffed the cigarette.

“What do you want pretty boy?!” one of the thugs yelled. “Come on! You want some of this?!”

The Machamp lifts its arms flexes its huge muscles. If I were just any thug, I might have been a little intimidated, but I wasn’t. I’m a member of the Silvertongue Family and I don’t take these kinds of threats seriously. Tossing out a Pokeball, I call out Greninja for battle.

“A dark type?!” the thug laughs. “Hah, you've dug your own grave! Machamp, cross chop!”

“Aerial ace,” I responded.

The Machamp crosses its four arms together and gets ready to attack. However, Greninja suddenly leaps up and disappears from behind Machamp’s neck. With pinpoint accuracy, Greninja slashed and struck a nerve. In a single blow, Machamp falls to its knees and faints. Its eyes were now pure white.

“What?!” the thug jerks, unable to believe the results. “But how!?”

“Aerial ace is a flying type attack you idiot,” I replied. “Also, my Greninja struck an incredibly vital part of its nerves. You’re lucky we didn’t even kill it.”

“Why you!” the thug said, pulling out another ultra ball. “You have no idea who’re you’re messing with! I’m a member of the Tony Syndicate.”

“Oh, how dreadful,” I replied, as I showed out my pin.

“W-wait, you, you’re a part of-?!” the thug gasped.

“Get out!” I hissed.

Just like that, the thug recalls his Machamp and flees the bar. I return to my client and my lady. The client looks quite pleased with what I just did.

“Marvelous work there, boy!” he said, drunk. “You showed that punk!”

“Just doing my job, sir,” I said, as I continued to smoke. “So, how about we get out of the place and look for a place somewhere nice and soft for these ladies?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth!” he said.

Tossing a wad of cash and some extra bills at the counter, I leave the bar with Mr. Sanders and the ladies. We wander around the district, looking for a motel, a good place where we could get nice and kinky. Neon lights flashed throughout the district, while music played. Sin Island was supposed to be a place for trainers. It still is, but trainers that need a little more fun in their life. I looked up at the moon as I took a puff. The night was young and wild and I had a feeling that things were just about to get wilder.

 

[Schade]

Kylar Schade
Golden syndicate
Red District - Restaurant La'Flabèbè

It was a pleasent evening, like always, and Kylar had entered one of his finest suits for the evenings mission for the syndicate. It wasn't anything filled With action, on the contrary. His job this time was basically to act like a bodyguard/dinnerdate for a potential Client while the higher ups made everything ready for the Nights Meeting. It was a smple task in itself, if it wasn't for the fact that the Client was about the same age as Kylar, and was highly interested in "Getting to know" him.
Julia Rothman. The woman was the heir of a big fortune somewhere far away, and she was interested With sharing profits With the Golden Syndicate, as well as of bedding Kylar it seemed. She was 21 years old, and had recently starting to show interest in the world of buisness, though Kylar suspected she was just high on Power and Money. She had her gorillas around her all the time, trying not to look suspicious, though, anyone With dark shades inside of a restaurant at dusk was pretty suspicious. Kylar let out a sigh of disappointment over the Young womans wasted potential.

"Are you having a good time this far?" Kylar asked politely, giving Julia an innocent smile, not to reveal how much he disliked his current position. The most important part of Kylars job was to make sure the Syndicate, which he now represented, got along With the potential Client, and so far, Kylar had to admit he was proud of himself.

"Yes i am, thank you" Julia answered With the same exaggerated polite tone, though she was being honest.

"How is the beef?" Kylar asked, trying to start a conversation other than work. Despite being the spokesman for the Syndicate tonight, he had really no idea how politics etc. in the organization worked.

"It is absolutely marvelous" Julia replied, as she pulled her straight black hair backwards and straightened her back, pointing her cleavege right at Kylar as if on display. He tried not to take offense.

"That is good to hear, my dear." he replied, as he attacked his Swirlix Shake once more. as he was only 19, he was not allowed the exclusive wine or basically anything else from the bar, unlike Julia, who shuold really stop at this point.

Julia gave him a Bright smile as she continued on her plate. Upon finishing it, she called one of her gorillas over to her and whispered something to his ear. Kylar immideatly got his guard up. The gorilla-man simply nodded and did a hand waving movement to signalize to the others, and they all fell back to unknown locations to allow more privacy for their boss. the tension in the restaurant eased at once, as pretty much every other guest there disliked their apperance. This also made Kylar relax a bit more, but not too much. A job like this was always risky, and he had some co-workers outside to spot if any truoble on his side were to occour, though they weren't as obvious as the gorillas that Julia absolutly felt necessary to bring With her.

"Uhm, madam, why did you Call off Your Security?" Kylar said, and was struck by the seriousness in what he said. Wow, he really was a bornig adult after all..

"Oh, don't worry about that, I just gave them some time off before the Meeting" she said formally before putting on her half drunk, half flirty smile. "And to give you and I a little more privacy" Oh great, Kylar was not ready for this, and he could feel himself blushing already. Should he tell her? No, only if it goes too far.

"So, Kylar-boy!" Julia said, and laughed a short, yet sweet laughter. "Tell me a little about yourself ?I heard from somewhere that you went up against the Kanto elite Four?" She supported her head on her elbows as she leant over the table to get closer, and Kylar instinctivly flinched, but Julia didn't notice.

"Uhm... Yeah, Yeah I did. I lost though, against.. what was her name again... Agatha?" Kylar babbled, blushing again. This kind of socializing was very much out of the ordinary way he needed to act aroud People, and it made him unseasy.

"Woow, that is so interesting, like, you're a true champion, aren't you?" Julia interrupted him, as if she didn't even notice him talking in the first Place. Suddenly, he felt a thump at his leg under the table, and flinched again. it was one thing if it had ben the cute waitor openly flirting With him at this point, but a Whole other as it was a drunk potential Client to the syndicate. Julia laughed. Should she really be drunk this Close to an important Meeting?. Kylar was glad he was the only syndicate member inside the restaurant, if they observed this, not only would they laugh their arses off, they would tell him to play along in order to strengthen the bonds between the two factions as well.

"Uhm.. sure" Kylar said before quickly starting another topic. "What about yourself? have you any amazing happenings to report?" Wow, that was a bit too serious despite what was intended, and Kylar regretted it. Julia, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all. she laughed again before answering.

"No, no I'm not much for the big League. I do have Three badges from Kanto though!" she said, openly proud before starting on another glass of wine.

As the evening flew by, Kylar managed to calm his wits as he kept Julia Company. Sure, she was awkward and openly flirty, but eh, as long as she remained drunk, it appeared she didn't notice how uncomfortable Kylar really was. Only once during the dinner had Kylar gotten a repport from outside about potential troubles, but the other syndicate members had managed to solve the problem amongst themselves, much to Kylars disappointment, as he wanted to leave. But sure enough, Julia was a Nice person to be With, and it could always have been a lot worse! She talked about her pokemon Journey and of how she suddenly grew tired and moved hom to herfamilys huge mansion, and she did not cover up the fact that she was a total spoiled brat. She talked some buisness too, and she used just enough big Words to convince Kylar that she actually knew what she was talking about, at least a little of it.

After the meal was over and it was shortly time for the Meeting, Julias gorillas returned to escort her back to her hotel. As Kylar stood up from the table and bowed gracefully to her after thanking for a lovely evening, Julia threw herself around him With her open arms and kissed him slow, passionatly and With tounge, Catching Kylar completely off guard, as well as her gorillas, who suddenly decided to look away. After the make-out session, she was guided out to a limo, Kylar was thanked by her gorillas for accompanying her, and thus he was left there at the restaurant alone, utterly traumatized. He just stood there, horrified. Ew, ew ew ew ew ew ew ewwwww
After regaining his senses, Kylar was actually sick. Julia had not poisoned him, on purpose. He had her stench of Spritzee Nr. 5 stuck in his nose, the taste of Cherry chapstick and an earthquake of disgust in his stomach. He regained his cool though, and went to pay the bill.

"Thank you so much for dining With us here tonight, Sir." the waiter said after he paid. "Would that be all for tonight?"

Kylar took a few moments to think. "Actually..." he said, grabbing the waitors tie before forcefully making out With him, in the same fashion as Julia did earlier.

"Now, that would be all for tonight. Thank you for Your kind services" he then said, again bowing gracefully before leaving the restaurant and the now traumatized waitor, glad to have gotten rid of Julias nasty after-taste

(OOC: Wait... am I the only Golden Syndicate here?)

 

[VampirateMace]

(Burnt Shadow: Do we have any movepool limits here? Or is it, your pokemon can use any move their species can learn?)

Lucile Mace - Dark Type Gym Leader
Location: Cruise Ship
Pokemon: Absol (Stormy - F), Stableye (Glimmer - M), Houndoom (Scorch - M), Deino (Bitey - F), & Bellossom (Blue - M)

The ship rocked softly as it slowed along it’s way to Sin Island. In the lower desks crewmen scrambled about keeping the ship running beautifully, and above their heads the various cruise patrons went about their leisurely and decedent vacations with no thought of the toil below.

The sun was just setting, and many of the passengers had gathered on the outer decks to take in the glow of city lights as they approached. They chatted happily about their vacation plans, and traded rumors about the island in lower voices.

On one of the higher and less crowded observation decks, stood a short slender woman in trench coat and wide hat. She had a Bellossom, Blue, in her arms and a Stableye, Glimmer, at her side. Blue chirped happily, “Bell-Bellossom!” While the Glimmer clung to her pant leg, staring silently at the city.

Focused on the city and listening to the conversations about her, Mace didn’t notice a stream of red light zip out of her bag. The observant little Stableye did though, and he tugged on her pant leg. Mace looked down, and Glimmer pointed silently to a Deino, Bitey, chewing on one of the deck chairs.

“Gah! Bitey, No!” Panicked Mace, leaving her claim at the railing. Other passengers quickly filled in the gap. Glimmer crawled out between them to follow her. The small Deino, unsure of what it had done wrong, crawled beneath the deck chair. Mace massaged her forehead, she’d forgotten how timid this young pokemon was. Luckily it never seemed to make a big fuss about returning to it’s pokeball. She slipped the ball out of her shoulder bag, knelled down, and ordered, “Bitey, return.”

Bitey dissolved into a red energy beam, returning to the ball.

As Mace stood she noticed some kids staring at her, though most of the older passengers seemed to favor the city lights over her little drama. One of the kids, who obviously didn’t recognize her in her street clothes, asked softly, “You’re not a very good trainer, are you?”

“I’m a great trainer,” Mace reassured him, swapping Bitey’s pokeball for her Absol, Stormy’s. There was just enough space between the observers and deck chairs for Stormy, her most flashy pokemon to show-off. Mace threw down the pokeball, the star capsule stickers on it glittered madly as Absol emerged from the red glow. Mace caught the ball easily as it bounced back. She smiled at the kid’s fascinated expression, and ordered, “Stormy, Sword Dance!”

Stormy set off into a quick, well coordinated, and decidedly elegant dance, ending with her head held haughtily aloft. The kid’s eyes were wide now, “Oh, wow!”

An older kid next to him, stepped forward holding out a pokeball, and asked shyly, “Can I battle your Absol?”

Mace nodded, “I don’t see why not.” Stormy made a soft call, lowering her head to see what her opponent would be. The kid threw out his poke ball, “Go Shinx!”

A baby pokemon? Mace figured she should take it easy on the kid. The prospect of a battle had gotten the attention of a few more observers, and she didn’t want to hurt his self-esteem, or his pokemon too much, either. She looked down at Absol, then at the kid, “Why don’t you take the first move?”

“Shinx, Spark!” ordered the child. Enveloped in golden sparks, the Shinx leapt at Stormy, who leapt away, so that attack only just brushed her. The two pokemon paced in a circular motion, staring at one another. Stormy caught Mace’s gaze, and Mace nodded to her, instructing, “Night Slash.”

Stormy struck quickly, leaving the Shinx still conscious, but wobbly on it’s feet. The look in the child’s eyes told Mace he knew he’d already lost the match, but he resolved to fight bravely onward anyways, “Shinx, Bite!”

A dark type move. Stormy didn’t even bother trying to dodge as the Shinx leapt for her shoulder, mouth agape. Shinx backed away nervously, seeing that Stormy had barely reacted. Ohhs, and Awes from crowd. Mace decided it was time too finish this, before Stormy made her look bad, “Razor Wind.”

Stormy held her head aloft, gathering power. The boy made another desperate command, “Shinx, Spark!” Stormy took the attack, with a pained flinch, desperate not to interrupt her charging attack. Finally, she lowered her head, slicing her horn through the air, sending concentrated pressure waves at the Shinx. It was down after the first hit, and the subsequent blades of wind sailed over it, and off the edge of the boat.

The boy, looking upset, muttered, “Shinx return.” He stared at the pokeball.

“Good job, Stormy. Return,” called Mace, holding out the pokeball. Having retrieved her pokemon she approached the kid, Glimmer and Blue in tow. She smiled at the kid, “Hey, don’t worry. Keep training, and your Shinx’ll get stronger for sure.”

“Yeah, I know,” admitted the child softly. Mace reached into her bag and pulled out a spare ultraball, “Here, I know you’re going to be a great trainer.”

“Really? Thanks!” replied the kid, his eyes lighting up as he looked over the higher end pokeball. Mace turned away, she was getting off at Sin Island, so she’d better go make sure her bags were packed. One last thought entered her mind, and it felt good to finally say it out loud, “Maybe you’ll even make it to my gym one day.”

The crowd’s conversation picked up behind her, most of them hadn’t recognized her. Well, she did wear a leotard and mask in gym battles.

“You just battled a gym leader!” she heard one of the other kids chirp behind her, while an older passenger commented, “I thought she looked familiar.”

 

[Avenger Angel]

Janine Price
Rocket Syndicate - Scientist/Chemist
Basement of Staryubucks Coffee, Center Market District
Affected RPers: N/A

Jetz and Hazel might just be the next big thing. Well, if they weren't considered illegal, that is. See, Rocket Syndicate had the right idea. Get cool stuff out there, ignore the picky red tape and regulations, and profit! Everyone wins. Too much government meant no fun. So yeah, I didn't feel like trying to run them through months of paperwork, regulations, licensing agreements, and all that other confusing junk just to make them "legal." Pft, bureaucrats.

We set up a small laboratory in the basement of the Staryubucks Coffee store in the shopping arcade. It was just one of many hidden areas that the Rocket Syndicate was using to run their... heh, entrepreneurial activities when it was probably originally meant for something boring like storage. No civilian snooped around down here, and hey, they made a killer caramel frappuccino upstairs. And those chocolate Danishes were to die for. Now those... those were worth getting fat over, but thankfully my good exercise makes for good metabolism.

The lab wasn't anything fancy or professional, but it was enough for me to work with and I could organize stuff however I'd liked, just as long as it was productive. In the meantime, I was able to create all kinds of cool stuff down here. Hazel was like Ecstasy for Pokémon, and while Jetz seem to be the more popular drug, Hazel was relatively new but was quickly picking up in the underground market. And it made for happy Pokémon, which helped when it came to friendship evolutions. So much more gets accomplished when you shove the pen-pushers out of the equation!

I had been working on a new drug, tying it together with Pokémon evolutions. And then that was when Johnny Williams came in. He was a Rocket Syndicate beach bum dude with a blonde flock of Wingulls haircut and a beat-up t-shirt. His jeans looked like he recovered them from a battlefield, and he was accompanied by his overfed, fat Raichu. What a pair. Every now and then, this doofus would show up uninvited and start nipping at my nerves. He was one of Rocket Syndicate's drug smugglers, but he was still a dimwit when it came to social skills.

"Heya, Janine, whachu workin' on?" He asked me with that dimwit tone of his.

"Oh, just your inevitable demise," I told him sarcastically, looking at a blue-colored liquid sample through a microscope. "Try knocking next time, Bummy. Otherwise you might inadvertently become a test subject. Sometimes Jubilee gets a little wild and likes throwing things around."

"Hey, ya know I don't like bein' called 'Bummy,'" Johnny whined.

"Raiiii-chu!" His fatso electric mouse complained with his whining trainer.

Huh, whatever. I swore, if Johnny fed that Raichu any more hot dogs, he was going to explode. I hated that greedy, little fatso so much. I called him "Raichubby" and that really set Bummy off.

In the meantime, I was trying to create a chemical cocktail that could evolve Pokémon regardless of battle experience. It could also evolve Pokémon that needed stones or some other goofy object to do it. The only thing holding me back was the fact some Pokémon could evolve into multiple different forms, like a Gloom evolving into either Vileplume or Bellossom, or that whole bit with Eevee evolving into a truckload of whatever forms you wanted for it. With the way the chemical currently was, it was... eh heh, actually fatal to try and evolve them this way. I just had to iron that kink out.

"Got anything to eat around here?" Bummy asked me, getting in the way again.

"Sure, take a chug from that jug labeled 'sulfuric acid' on the shelf over there," I told him sarcastically, wishing he and Raichubby would just buzz off for once. "It's kind of like sugar water. You'll like it."

"Huh, really?" He asked, actually taking the bottle off the shelf and pulling the cap off.

"No, you idiot!" I shouted at him. "It's acid, what do you think it does? It burns! Wow, don't you know anything!?""

Geez, what a dumbnut. Not only could he not detect sarcasm, but he was a moron who didn't even know what sulfuric acid is and thought a lab was some kind of buffet. I learned sulfuric acid could burn in like fifth grade science class. What was he doing during that time, trying to yank a booger out of his nose?

"Where do you keep all your candy?" He asked, checking the drawers and the cabinets.

"This is a lab, Bummy!" I yelled at him. "It's not a restaurant! Why do you come down here for food when you can easily buy something upstairs at Staryubucks or the food court? And don't you even think of feeding Raichubby down here. He makes a mess and does that nasty grunting thing while he eats!"

"Hey!" Bummy shouted in that snotty tone of his. "His name ain't Raichubby!"

Either he was extremely stupid, or he was a very talented troll. Either way, I just wanted him out. Couldn't he see I was busy here and didn't want to be distracted? Such a moron...

When it came to ignoring Bummy and focusing on the evolution agent I was working on, which I decided to call "Jump," I figured I wanted it to evolve Pokémon without the need of battle experience, stones, items, or trading. I knew that would certainly make a heck of a lot of trainer's lives easier and could definitely rake in serious cash. But there were two ways I could go about handling Pokémon that had evolution options. It would either not work on them, or pick one at random. I decided to go with picking one at random. So yeah, if you injected this thing into lil' ol' Eevee, you were totally tossing the dice.

Trying to keep the Jump drug stable was tricky, but I could handle that. Pokémon evolution was kind of a weird process, but I had figured it out before. This was cheese.

"Hey, you know, maybe sometime we could... you know... go out to dinner sometime?" Bummy asked me.

I had to stop right then and there.

"Are you seriously trying to ask me out on a date!?" I shouted at him, thinking he was totally nuts. "You're the biggest loser in the solar system! Why would I ever want to date you!?"

"Well, I figured if you could cover the bill, I could cover the tip," He told me, trying to show a stupid-looking smile. "Heh, teamwork, right?"

What kind of stupid deal was that? Forget it, I had enough of this beach bum clown hanging around here.

"Dude, just get out of here before I turn you into a Magikarp with this syringe right here," I told him, grabbing a random syringe that was on the lab table. "Don't make me get ugly with you."

"Wait... uh... you can really do that?" He asked, stepping back.

"Yeah, so get lost!" I yelled back at him.

He turned around and quickly headed out of there, taking his fatass Raichu with him, waddling along like he could barely even walk anymore. Finally, he got out of there. The truth was, no, that vaccine was only filled with a sedative. But heh, he didn't know that.

 

[Eon Spirit]

Alex Kurohari
Bystander - Trainer (One Time Conference Victor)
Location: "Salty" Sten Harwire's Ship

Alex watched as Sin Island slowly came into sight, the puttering of the old barge still running smoothly. Set was trying to play with one of the Pokémon crewmen, Cap'n, who was making the best effort to ignore him. The setting sun was directly in front of them, having arrived from the east, and made for an interesting perspective of the tall buildings that dominated the central area of the island.

"So, ye be all set for when we arrive?" An aged voice asked from behind Alex. Alex turned to see that "Salty" Sten was now on the main deck, still helping his Pokémon manage the tasks to keep the ship running.

"Yep. I can't wait to see what this place is like, though to be honest, I do have my concerns. For naming an island resort, "Sin Island" does not seem like a smart idea. Sounds as though Silph Co. is inviting trouble all over again..." Alex sighed in slight exasperation, he was certainly excited to enjoy himself there, but his concerns felt to strong, "Anyways, Sten, thanks for taking me here, I really do appreciate it!"

"Ah, it be no hair off my scalp, not that there's much left, but ye get the idea. Yer family has certainly made me a much more busy man, and its things like this that allow me to express me thanks. However, if ye could control yer silly little Weavile, that would be appreciated, I think Cap'n's at the end of his rope with 'im."

Alex nodded, smiling, and called Set over. Set, somewhat disappointed that no one would play with him, hopped up onto Alex's shoulders, and rested his head on Alex's.

"Well buddy, we're almost there, a new place to discover, and new things to do. Let's hope nothing bad happens, eh?" Alex remarked to Set, "Kind of a shame that the rest of the family were all too busy to come along, I bet mom would've liked to one-up Silph on there own turf with the PokéTech. Ah well, I'm certain that they'll be able to come at some point later."

Alex and Set continued to watch as the busy harbor of the leisure island came into focus, and the sun disappeared completely behind the buildings, only the glow of oranges and pinks in the sky indicating it was still not quite night-time.

 

[Monster Guy]

Leonardo "Leo" Silverstone
Bystander - Trainer
Location: Ferry

Leo had slept right through the loud buzzing of his alarm clock. When he finally did wake up, he saw that he only had twenty minutes to get to the harbor before the boat for the island leaves. In a flash, he got dressed, and ran to the harbor as quickly as he could. Luckily, he made it on just in time. Right when the ship was about to leave. This is not a good way to start a vacation. He thought. Once the boat left the docks, Leo leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

Nothing eventful happened once the ferry set sail. Which Leo wasn't exactly content with, considering he was coming in al the way from Unova. It was pretty boring trip in Leo's opinion. Nevertheless he made the best of the situation. He mostly spent the night playing with his yo-yo, making a fool of himself on the dance floor, had some snacks from the vending machine, and played games on his Pokegear when he started to get tired. The ship's staff didn't let anybody have Pokemon out while on board, was unfortunate because it would have made this trip a whole lot better. He thought that rule was ridiculous. He knew how to keep his Pokemon under control, they wouldn't hurt anybody. Still, he didn't want to cause any trouble, so he obeyed their rules.

By the time the sun started to set, Sin Island finally came into view. It's about time! He thought to himself as he leaned over the balcony. The magazines made this place sound great, but why did they name it Sin Island? That name sounded scary in the boy's opinion. Surely, Sliph Co could have come up with something more inviting. It was probably an acronym for something. Maybe it means Super Incredible... uh...? What can the N stand for? Um... Ah, whatever! Hopefully this place will be worth. He thought as he took in the view of the glow of city lights, and the setting sun as they approached. Then, he quickly got bored of that, and started to pace around back and forth waiting for the ship to dock.

 

[Avenger Angel]

Janine Price
Rocket Syndicate - Scientist/Chemist
Basement of Staryubucks Coffee, Center Market District
Affected RPers: N/A

With a little more tweaking, the Jump drug was all set for the black market! Ah, it was like it graduated. Now, I just needed to send the drug samples and the recipes to Craig, who handled all the mass production. Whatever they earned, I made 20%. The rest went toward other peeps and the rest of the Rocket Syndicate.

Johnny... as much of a dingbat as he was, handled getting the illegal black market drugs into other areas. Even if they were stolen by some other envious syndicate, they didn't have the recipes, nor did they have me. These drugs were going to have us rolling in gold.

Craig came to me wearing civilian clothing. I liked to call him "Wizard." He was a dark-skinned dude with short, black hair and a clean composure. It was Rocket Syndicate policy to always wear civilian clothing, so he went with a Mauville Manectrics football jacket and blue jeans. Black sneakers, black fingerless gloves, he looked the part of a sports fan Pokémon trainer, but his real profession was a Rocket Syndicate scientist.

"So, word on the street is you have something new already," Craig came to me, interested in my new concoction.

"Sure do," I told him with a smirk as I handed him the sample. "Called Jump. And it forces evolution, no battle experience, stones, items, trading, or any of that other junk necessary."

He was stunned. Definitely surprised it didn't take me that long to make this. I showed him the recipe details, and he looked them over, mouthing the words as he read them over, whispering a few times.

"That's... impressive," He told me, amazed at the cool results. "How did you come up with syconadrin and desolonex synchronization? I mean... heck, that would have taken years for me to figure out."

"Long story," I shrugged, knowing that kind of sciencey stuff was tricky to explain. "Takes a precise amount of timing to make sure it solidifies at 425 degrees. I tested Jump on an Eevee, and it evolved her into a Espeon. The only catch with Jump is for Pokémon like that, the ones that have multiple final evolution forms, the outcome is random."

"Ah, I had a feeling that would be the case," Craig nodded, looking at the recipe. "Yeah, with a universal evolution drug, I think that's the best you're going to get. Just can't read trainers' minds."

Yeah, no kidding. I was sure hoping some whiny kid wasn't going to track me down, dump a Flareon on my lap, and scream at me saying he wanted a Vaporeon instead. I'd pop a Water Stone in his mouth and tell him to go shove it.

As for Craig, he could get a drug mass produced in three days once they figured out the mass production process. That was basically helping us to benefit from "economies of scale" or whatever buisnessy nonsense term they used. Glad I didn't pick that as a major. The accounting classes would have bored me to unholy tears!

"So hear back from 'Kingpin' yet?" I asked Craig.

"Kingpin" was actually the nickname I gave to Sven Winterson. The big cheese of Rocket Syndicate. Usually he dictated what kinds of drugs were to be made, and if he couldn't come up with any demands, that headed back to Tanya Jones, AKA "The Witch." She was head of research and development. She'd get ugly if someone pissed her off, but if you were on her good side, like I was, she could be cool.

"Nope, no new requests from upstairs," Craig told me. "I guess that means you're on free time to work on a self-project."

Eh, I was feeling a little uninspired at the moment. Coming up with new ideas meant heading out for a while and eavesdropping on other people's conversations. Sometimes, they'd say something like "I wish my blah-blah Pokémon could do this" or "wouldn't it be nice if blah-blah was possible?" That, to me, was like... challenge accepted! I mean heck, that's how I came up with the idea for Hazel. One little boy had a Mankey who hated his guts and I remember him saying he wished his own Mankey liked him more. Bingo, easy money. That's how you knew there was a market for that kind of thing.

I figured now would be a good time to get some fresh air. After giving Wizard the sample, the research notes, and the recipes, I headed outside while he did his part of the process. Besides, now was a brilliant time for a snowcone.

 

[VampirateMace]

Lucile Mace - Dark Type Gym Leader
Location: Cruise Ship > Pier
Pokemon: Absol (Stormy - F), Stableye (Glimmer - M), Houndoom (Scorch - M), Deino (Bitey - F), & Bellossom (Blue - M)

Mace watched from her balcony as the ship docked. An announcement came over the loudspeakers, they were docked and passengers could disembark shortly. Most would be returning to the ship before 11pm, but Mace’s cruise ended here. She had a room booked in a hotel on Sin Island.

She returned inside and double-checked that she had packed everything. She called back Glimmer to his pokeball, to cut down on confusion while disembarking. Blue crawled up on top of her suitcase. Mace smiled, “You sure you want to ride on there?”

A second announcement came, it was time to go. Mace pulled her case towards the elevators, Blue holding on as best he could, and towards the line of disembarking guests. As she drew closer, she heard a voice behind her, “Miss Mace, please wait! Don’t go yet!”

Mace turned to see a group of four kids behind her. A cute little girl with a Rapidash themed notebook, a chubby boy with a poke ball on his belt, a nerdy looking boy with large glasses and a sketch book, and a tall girl with braces a dive ball in her hand. Blue slipped off the suitcase. The children all spoke at once:
“Will you sign the sketch I made of you Absol?”
“Sign my Rattata’s ball please!”
“Can you sign my notebook?”
“No, sign my Inkay’s ball!”

“Calm down,” replied Mace, “I’ve got time to sign all your things.” She pulled a sharpie out of the front pouch of her rolling suitcase. She signed the requests MACE, with a modified sketch of her gym badge in place of the A. The artist who had designed her gym badge, had watched her battle and decided to make the badge look like Absol’s horn on the left, and bright sickle of attack power on the right. The artist had said the high contrast between the two sections would also represent how she could find the light in darkness, or something like that. To make it an A, she only needed add one line. It was little gimmicky, but since mostly children asked for her autograph, it was appropriate.



After the kids, a tall man with a leather notebook, set his bag down and approached her. He seemed a little shy, rubbing his neck as he said, “I know I’m not as young as the others, but I’ve been collecting Gym Leader and Top Coordinator autographs since I was a kid. Would you mind?”

“Sure,” Mace accepted the notebook, flipping through it briefly before she signed. He had a lot of signatures. Most of the older ones were torn or cut from other notebooks and taped in, but the more recent signatures were written direct on the later pages, and a lot of them had encouraging feel good notes. She found a blank page and scrawled in her name. She couldn’t think of anything touchy-feely to write though and just handed it back. He looked pleased enough anyways, checking out the latest addition to his autograph book.

As she handed it back, she realized something horrific. Blue was rummaging around in the guy’s bag. “Blue,” squealed Mace picking up the little pokemon as it dropped a handful of pens back into his bag. Mace was nearly hyperventilating, “Oh gosh, I’m really sorry! He knows better.”

“That’s okay,” dismissed the man. Mace carried Blue towards the gangplank, telling him “You’re in a lot of trouble mister.”

The pier was only dimly lit, but the glow of the city beyond it was breathtaking. Mace flipped open her Poketech, and pulled up a map of Sin Island, “Okay, we’re here. Let’s drop off my suitcase at the hotel there, and them we can grab some dinner. Looks like we’ve got choices in both the Market District where the hotel is, and the Leisure District.”

Mace didn’t mind walking to the central Market District. She’d gotten used to walking a lot when she was on her own pokemon journey, and didn’t have a lot of money. She set Blue down, maybe a long walk would calm him down a little. Yeah, it never going to happen, but she could try.

It was nice to get lost in the crowd of people coming from the pier, from the cruise ships and ferries, too. There were a lot of times when it was actually kind of nice that a lot of people didn’t recognize her without her costume.

 

[The Burnt Shadow]

(OOC: Schade, I'm also a member of the Golden Syndicate. VampirateMace, no limits on the attack)

Theodore Silvertongue – Business Governmental District – Silvertongue Headquarters
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Morning wasn’t exactly the best for me. Waking up to the sound of the alarm clock, I got out of bed in my birthday suit with the lovely lady still sleeping beside me. As I got out and checked on my client, I immediately spotted a number of people that I did not want to see this early in the morning. These loons were much worse than the bastards that tried to interfere with my work. They were just as bad as the psychopaths who would assassinate, kidnap or steal from us. I dare say that they were much worse than those loons of the Rocket Syndicate that thought they could just muscle in on our department and business. This group of people didn’t rely on guns or Pokemon to do their dirty work. No, they carried cameras, phones and microphones. It was the damned media.

I couldn’t let my client or myself be fully seen by them. If I did, this would mean a whole lot of trouble for our corporation. Can you imagine the newspaper with the headlines detailing a member of the Silvertongue Company and this old man’s conglomerate at a brothel with three women. It would damage our reputations! Placing a coat and hat over Mr. Sandler, we snuck out of the motel and took a cab back to his hotel. However, that wasn’t to say that we didn’t have a number of asses chasing after us through motorcycle and car. Regardless, we managed to escape, but not without consequences. I managed to cover Mr. Sandler and my face, but I think they got a glimpse of my pin. There were times when carrying this symbol was problematic.

At the main office, I sat down at the lounge, waiting to be called. The clock ticked as the secretary tapped on her keyboard. The lounge was wide and shiny. The entire thing may as well be coated in gold. There were pots of plants and marble statues of Rapidash along the way. Various paintings and pictures hung on the wall. The largest of these pictures was a painting of the head of the Silvertongue Family and my psycho cousin, Lilli Silvertongue.

I twitched my fingers, as I bobbed my foot. I pulled out a cigarette ready to puff one. However, before I got a chance to light the tip, the secretary gave a cough and sternly looked at me. No smoking in here, I forgot. Giving a heavy sigh, I hid my box of smokes and lighter and continued to anxiously wait.

Time slowly passed by. Seconds turned to minutes and minute felt like hours. Soon, the heavy doors to the main office opened. A number of businessmen walked outside carrying files and documents while huffing to one another.

“Mr. Theodore, Mrs. Silvertongue is ready to see you,” the secretary said in an annoying high voice.

Gulping, I stepped inside the office. It was just as large as the hallway. A long desk stretched through the entire room. Glass windows stood behind the tables, showing a clear view of the outside. Sitting at the end of the table, was a woman dressed in a golden dress. Around her neck was a soft piece of fur. It looked either Lilicoone or Zangoose fur. Her hair was tied back with a jade comb and her makeup was seen clearly on her face. It wasn’t the bad or overblown kind either. Lilli looked like one hell of a woman.

“Cousin, come in,” Lilli said, as she gestured me to enter. I step inside and stay on the far side of the table. “Have a seat.”

She was far away, so what harm was there? Thinking I was safe, I sat down. However, as take my seat, a blade suddenly strikes near my neck. Looking to my side, I find Lilli’s Seviper waiting for me. I knew that this was going too smoothly. Lilli slowly approaches me and then sits on the desk in front of me. Her long voluptuous legs were shown right in front of me.

“So,” she started, looking at her nails. “I just heard that there was a little incident with our client.”

“Well yes,” I answered. The Seviper’s tail placed near my neck. “However, things went quite well.”

“That’s not what I heard,” Lilli said, as she snapped her fingers.

Soon, three men stepped inside. Two were members of the corporation, but one was a photographer. He was all beaten and bruised, but still had his camera around his neck. Lilli pulled the camera away and started showing me the contents. Pictures of me and Mr. Sandler were seen in it. They were nearly clear and our faces were seen. I gulped, not realizing that we were captured well.

“Now you see, dear cousin, we can’t have this sort of publicity,” she said, smashing the camera. Suddenly, she ordered her Seviper to stand down and pulled me by the tie. “Now, if you allow this thing to happen again, I’ll make you a little play thing for my Pokemon in heat! Do you understand?!”

“Clearly,” I gulped.

“Good,” she said moving back. “Now, how about we forget this little mess and we spend time together? It’s been a long time since you and I have ever had some time alone.”

Freaked out, I hop out of the seat. “Um, maybe another time, cousin,” I said, as I slowly stepped out. “I’ve got important work to finish, that’s right!”

Like that, I rushed outside of the office and jumped to the elevator and jabbed the close button, until it finally did. As the elevator went down, I leaned on the wall and sighed, while fixing my glasses. That crazy ***** was doing it again. Why couldn’t she find some other man to screw around? No, instead she decides an incestuous relationship with her younger cousin was a better idea.

 

[Eon Spirit]

Alex Kurohari - Sin Island Harbor


It took a little while for the barge to find a spot to dock, partially because of the larger cruise ships dominating the harbor, as well as a rather heated exchange between Sten and the harbormaster. Alex stepped off of the barge, quickly being reminded the difference between stationary ground and the subtle movements of a water-going vessel, nearly stumbling to the ground. Set seemed to be quicker to readjusting, now having started to move about in the area nearby.

"Thanks again, Sten, but are you sure you don't need me to help you unload? I do owe it to you after all." Alex said with a grin.

"Ah, no. It's fine, if weren't for your family, I would'nt've ben allowed to have the chance to offer my services to deliver goods 'ere. Go, have fun, or what you will, 's what yer here for, right?" Sten replied with a hearty chuckle, and made motions as though he were shooing Alex away. Alex nodded in thanks, and swung his bag over his shoulder, setting off to the entrance gates.

"Sir, do you have a- hmm..." A gruff voice addressed Alex at the gate. Alex saw that it was a security guard who was manning the gate, and admitting visitors. "You remind me of someone, you wouldn't be a Kurohari, would you?" Alex laughed slightly, he knew he'd have this sort of recognition, not that he had much of a choice, but still, his family's reputation managed to precede him everywhere.

"Yeah, I am, so which one is it I remind you of?" Alex replied as he dug into one of the pouches at his waist for his pass.

"Oh what was her name? She married that one Kurohari guy decades ago...Jean something I think. You have her eyes." The guard replied, his expression slightly contorted with thought.

"Jean Highfort? Well that's my grandmother, but I'm rarely recognized due to her. I suppose I should let her know someone recognized her eyes in me, that'd certainly make her day. That is, if she isn't busy as all heck with her Pokémon..." Alex placed the pass on the counter, a look of bemusement on his face.

"Yeah well, hard for me to forget that woman, if her Hydreigon wasn't scary enough..." The guard scanned the pass and nodded in approval as he returned it to Alex.

"Heh, she is pretty scary when she battles, so I guess you caught her at the wrong time, didn't you?" Alex said with a great smile.

"Maybe, anyways, you check out. Have a great time on Sin Island, and perhaps you could invite her here, I'm certain that these pushovers could do with an exhibition match from a five-time champion."

"We'll see, won't we?" Alex replied as he put the pass into his pocket, and set off for the Market District.

 

[Avenger Angel]

OOC: Ah, sorry for neglecting the first post details. I'll take those into account here.

Janine Price
Rocket Syndicate - Scientist/Chemist
Outside "The Cone Zone Ice Cream" Shop, Market District
Affected RPers: N/A

Market distract was busy as usual. It hot but with a nice breeze around. People grabbing a late lunch, shopping, garbage that still needed to be cleaned up from the rush hour crowd, laughing, and already people were guzzling down the alcohol. Plus, the garbage can next to me smelled like someone tossed their cookies in it. Or dumped a dead Stunky in there.

It was noisy around also, with a couple people around me having a conversation like the whole bloody planet needed to know about it. It was still hard to find a table in most places, and people weren't considerate enough to even throw their trash away, thinking some other chump would take care of it. And there were people who really didn't care where their Pokémon took a crap, nor did they even try to clean it up.

And then... leave it to work to spoil a perfectly good afternoon... and a snowcone. I got a ring and I figured it was something trivial, but it was anything but.

"Hello," I spoke into the phone.

"Janine, something went down at the Sin Island Pier," Jordan Barry, the Rocket manager I called 'Flash,' told me on my mobile phone. "Are you in a quiet place right now?"

Oh boy, I could already tell this was going to be a fun chat. I got off my butt and had to throw out my quarter-eaten snowcone into the trash, because I figured by the time this conversation was over, it would be nothing but a sugary, rainbow-colored puddle.

"Hold on a minute," I told him, having to head down an alleyway to get out of earshot. "Alright, what's up?"

"It got pretty ugly," Flash replied. "The police found out about our operations there. They busted the place and arrested four members. The rest got away, but they confiscated at least thirty-four of our poached Pokémon and a heck of a lot of your drugs. We think at least twelve shipping containers worth of stuff got taken, including Jetz and Hazel. Hate to say it, but they've got a definite link between those drugs and Rocket Syndicate."

Crap, crap, crap, this was bad. Not only was that a LOT of money down the drain, but it was really going to clench hard on future operations.

"How... no way, how could they have found out?" I asked him, totally baffled about this major screw up.

"It's possible there's something else going on," Jordon replied, as if this wasn't enough bad news. "We... think there might be a double agent. That's the only likely scenario to explain all this. But right now, it's only a matter of time before the police link you with the drugs. Plus, any one of those four Rocket operatives might rat us out if the mole hasn't done so already."

"No... you don't think... Johnny Williams was caught there, was he?" I asked, knowing that idiot would confess to everything for even just a hall pass.

"We suspect him, David Robertson, and Freddy Culver," He told me. "We're not sure who the fourth member is yet. We're still trying to do a head count."

No, no, no, I knew I shouldn't have trusted that idiot! Crap, now he was going to spill the beans on freaking everything, and I'd probably end up losing my lab too. All because of that stupid beach bum and his fat, bloated Raichu. It would be just like him to cooperate with the police for a lesser sentence.

"Williams knew about my lab," I told him, knowing that was deep poop to deal with. "I swear, I do not want to lose my research stuff either."

"If you hurry and grab Trevor and Mike, I'm sure you can relocate the lab before they investigate," Jordon told me. "You'd better be quick. After this kind of incident, we really can't afford any more losses. You maybe have less than an hour to grab what you can and bail out of there."

"Right-o," I told him, itching to hang up the phone. "Catch ya later."

I then hung up and headed out of there to get those two guys. I didn't know where I was going to relocate this stuff to, but now I was probably going to have to find some other joint and dammit, probably have to change my appearance so I didn't look like the Janine Price that Johnny Williams was going to describe for them in intricate detail.

I swore, that guy... he deserved to have his own fat Raichu take a twenty-pound poop dump on his face. IN HIS SLEEP!

 

[Schade]

Kylar Schade
Golden Syndicate
Market District
Affected players: Referring to Janine (Avenger)

Oh, the day, what a lovely day. It was the day after Kylars mission With the now Cooperative Julia Rothman, and his sucess, mixed With the sunny weather, just made the day a lot better than it otherwise would have been. He had not gotten any New missions from the syndicate, and had been told to take the day off to celebrate his sucess. As any other celebrating underage teenager who have exerienced way too much action despite his Young 19 years, Kylar decided to take his own little personal party to one of the many Cafè's located at the islands Central area, near the skyscraper. It didn't really matter the Place, All cafès on sin Island, and a few restaurants as well, served Kylars favourite; The Swirlix Shake. He knew of no better way to celebrate other than putting himself in danger of getting diabetes, but the shakes were Worth it!

Seeing as it was a warm, pleasent day, Kylar decided to sit outside in the open sun, as there were no umbrellas in the area, for some dumb reason. Kylars answer was a clever one though, as he released his Venomoth, who in turn immideatly did a neat pirouette before landing on Kylars head, shielding him from the sun With his wings, while making his usual weird buzzing sound. It seemed Venomoth enjoyed the sun, in contrast With Kylar, who at this point wondered why he didn't just sit inside.

As the circumstances would have it, Julias Meeting With the higher ups went really well last night. How she managed to lead a proper Meeting while drunk out of her mind, Kylar did not know, and he couldn't resist but respecting that weird woman. He had heard from Sven that she had been acting sober during the entire Meeting, convincing them that a joined faction would be a good idea, and then falling asleep the minute she got into the elevator on her way Down. Maybe this one wasn't such a bad partner after all, though if Kylar had to survive another formal dinner With her, preparations had to be made.

"Thank you for waiting, Sir!" a lively maid said as she served him his beloved Swirlix shake. Venomoth made a sad buzzing sound from his head, and Kylar sighed before holdig the shake up so Venomoth could take a sip, which seemed to make the mothra happy. Kylar forced a friendly smile before thanking the maid, and took a sip of the ambrosia of Cotton candy-flavored diabetes in Liquid happiness. It was moments like these that made him remember why he decided to stay on the island after his failiure at the Elite Four. Just sitting around, enjoying the sun that you really hated in the Company of a good friend in arms. <Bzzzzzzz>

"You Kylar Schade?" a low voice suddenly said from behind him, dragging him out of his little bubble of personal happiness.

"Sho's asking?" Kylar said expressionless as he turned around to face the Young girl standing there, next to a Beheeyem. she held an envelope in her hand, and had an empty look in her eyes. She noticed Kylars golden necklace. "Identity confirmed. I was asked to hand you this" she said, handing him the envelope before disappearing With her Beheeyems Teleport-move.

Kylar sighed, and Venomoth jumped to the oposite side of the table, examining the envelope before Kylar decided to open it. He was pretty sure it would be another mission, maybe one involving Julia Rothman. Oh god, please don't let it involve Julia Rothman he thought. He slowly opened the envelope, Reading a letter adressed to him from the higher ups. The letter gave some in Depth explainations on the Meeting, and ended in an article written by some of the Syndicates spies. It seemed that the biggest rivaliivg syndicate, the Rocket syndicate, had encountered trouble Down at the pier, resulting in confiscation of goods, and arresting a few members. After Reading it through, making sure there were no indications to a mission, Kylar let out a sigh of relief. Regarding the Meeting, there were not much he hadn't heard from other operatives already, and for the Rocket syndicate. Well, it's never a bad thing to hear about the defeates of ones enemies. It said the police confiscated a lot of drugs of some sort, among other things. With that, they would probably be able to track Down the lab the drugs originated from. These kind of missions were held very Secret, and were very difficult for the common eye to spot. The Rocket syndicate may have a double agent among their ranks, eh? That ought to make Things a little bit harder for them. Kylar couldn't help but smiling a grim smile by the thought of the poor scientist that had to answer for himself to the police once they arrived, and a woman noticing his eerie grin, guided her child in a different direction while looking worried at Kylar. Oh well, it only added to the already marvelous day Kylar was having. Maybe he would take a stroll Down the Red District later to spend some Money later. He did have the entire day Ahead of him, after all.

 

[Mr. Owl]

Marcel stared at the pier in the distance. This was his chance to prove his worth to Officer Jenny. She had been on edge for weeks now that the activities of the seedy underworld of Sin Island were creeping to the surface. She nearly fired three recruits for failing to keep up with responsibilities. Marcel would much rather be out in the field than waiting back at headquarters for his turn to be chewed out.

The night sky provided a nice backdrop for the night’s events. This was the best time to bust criminals. They functioned on a nocturnal timetable. The crooks never slept, so neither did Marcel. Dark circles were forming under his eyes from staying up all night, tracking criminals and bringing them in.

There was a slight breeze as a small group of Rocket Syndicate members showed up near the pier. They went into a formation. Two guarded the entrance, while the other member approached the dock worker to pick up a container. Marcel’s cold eyes narrowed in on a target. He needed to do this as quickly as possible.

Marcel was far enough away from the three criminals that they didn’t notice him summon Absol and Aegislash.

“Aegislash, I need you to sneak over to that tree and use Shadow Sneak on the guard furthest to the left.” Marcel said. Aegislash nodded in agreement and drifted away. A moment later, the man’s shadow raised an arm and whacked him in the back.

“Woah! Why’d you do that, you idiot!” The man shouted at his colleague.

“What are you talking about Dom?” He responded.

“You just hit me, Mark!” Dom said.

“Have you been drinking again?” Mark asked. “You know what? I don’t care. Search over there. I’ll look over here.”

The guards set off in opposite directions. At this point, Aegislash was back at Marcel’s side. Mark was coming towards Marcel’s location. He needed a diversion.

“Absol, once that guard gets here, use Thunder Wave.” Marcel said. She agreed and stood her ground. As soon as the guard arrived, Absol’s fur became filled with static as the air around it crackled with electricity. A jolt of white electricity shot at the guard. His body became rigid as he slumped to the ground, making unintelligible sounds. Marcel handcuffed the guard and confiscated his Pokeballs. Before moving on to the pier, leaving Absol to be guard over the culprit. Aegislash came along with, Marcel for protection. He summoned Mienshao to cover the entrance in case anyone tried escaping.

“Everyone, stop what you’re doing.” Marcel commanded. He flashed his badge as he confidently walked over. His eyes were focused. The Rocket grunts knew that he meant business. The grunt’s eyes darted around, looking for an escape route. “There’s no point in running. You’ll just make it worse.”

Marcel took out a pair of handcuffs and placed them on the grunt as he read him his rights. Next he shackled the dock worker for selling the supplies. Marcel didn’t open the box. Instead, he would take it back to the headquarters. He took away their Pokeballs and loaded the three suspects into the car. Just then, the other grunt showed up.

“Mark? I didn’t see anything.” Dom said as he stopped in his tracks. “Uh oh.”

He dashed away from the pier and down an alley. Mienshao quickly pursued the grunt, leaping from building to building. She hurtled down from the sky and whacked the criminal in the head, knocking him unconscious. She dragged him back to Marcel, dropping him with a thud. She dusted off her hands and crossed her arms, feeling satisfied with her actions.

“Great job, everyone. We can get going now.” Marcel said as he handcuffed the final grunt and returned his Pokemon to their Pokeballs. He got into the car and headed to the headquarters.

Hopefully, this will make Jenny happy.

 

[Avenger Angel]

Janine Price
Rocket Syndicate - Scientist/Chemist
En Route to Abandoned Silver Screen Theater, Leisure district
Affected RPers: Kylar Schade (Schade), Theodore Silvertongue (The Burnt Shadow)

I was just about to run back to pack up my stuff when suddenly I got a call. Jordan. I sure was hoping this didn't involve even more bad news.

"Janine, good thing I reached you," Jordon told me. "Listen, don't head back to the lab. I've already notified Trevor and Mike about the situation. They've moving the lab equipment as we speak in a disguised van. They're taking it to an abandoned movie theater called the Silver Screen in the northeast Leisure District. It's pretty big, so there's lots of room to work and if the police swing on by, chances are good they won't suspect a chem lab of being there if you set up shop in the right place."

Well, I guessed that was good to hear, but I was hoping they would be careful with my stuff. Still, he was right. If that jackass Johnny Williams fingered me to the police, I really shouldn't be heading over to the lab again. They'd be looking for me. Ugh, that probably meant I was going to have to change my appearance until the heat died down. Bleh, I remember having to dress up in black leather like some kind of biker girl, dye my hair red and black, and wear lots of metal jewelry, the polar opposite of what I usually liked to wear. Well, better than getting caught, at least.

"Alright, but what's the scoop on everything else?" I asked.

"First, we're suspecting someone from the Golden Syndicate has a mole in our group," Jordon informed me. "However, they don't know we're onto them yet. In the meantime, Sven Winterson is looking to get payback for the pier bust incident, even if the Golden Syndicate wasn't responsible. Basically, he feels that if we take a hit, then they need to take a hit."

Hmm, sounded juicy enough.

"Our undercover operative in a brothel owned by Golden Syndicate told us that a certain Mr. Frederic Sanders is a VIP client of Golden Syndicate," Jordon informed me. "And a thug from Tony Syndicate recently had a run in with an executive by the name of Theodore Silvertongue who was Sanders's bodyguard. Mr. Sanders is a rich old man who is renown around Sin Island, so the plan is to track him down, assassinate him, and frame Tony Syndicate for the deed as payback for what happened at the brothel the other night. Doing that will not only rip Silvertongue's and Golden Syndicate's reputations to shreds, but will also get some heat off of our back by making Tony Syndicate take the fall."

Boy, I loved the way these guys worked. Now that was fighting nasty and I liked that.

"You boys are naughty, but I like it," I told him with a smug grin. "When is all this going down?"

"Right now," Jordon told me, surprising me a bit about how quickly they organized this stuff. "'Magnum' is making the hit outside of Mr. Sander's hotel suite, and he knows how to leave a very authentic Tony Syndicate signature behind. Snap neck, and stuff their mouths full of their own cash. It's their way of saying the victim is spineless and needs to put their money where their mouth is."

Whoa, yeah, definitely made a point. Well, my specialty was making chems, not hits, so I figured I wouldn't try to even think about getting into that kind of stuff.

"Well, hope 'Magnum' has his fun," I told Jordon, not even knowing who that was. "In the meantime, I'll head over to the new lab location and get unpacked. I figure we probably shouldn't be making Jetz or Hazel anymore..."

"Yeah, sorry, honey, but we've got to discontinue those," Jordon replied. "Craig is going ahead with mass-producing Jump since the cops didn't confiscate any of that at the pier and they have no evidence to link sales of that back to us, but as you know, we can't rely on just Jump for profit margin. We need you to at least come up with another designer drug if you can."

"I'm on it," I told him, knowing I didn't feel any pressure with that. "Once the lab is back up and kickin', I can get my magic ready to rock and roll."

"Glad to hear it," Jordon replied, sounding confident. "We'll keep in touch."

"See ya," I told him, hanging up the phone.

It just meant I was going to need to be creative a little sooner than usual, but hey, I could handle that. In the meantime, I figured I would grab a change of clothes. I needed to make sure I didn't look anything like the old me so if the police were going by Johnny's description, they'd never know I was the one he was talking about.

 

[The Burnt Shadow]

Theodore Silvertongue – Market District
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How long did I have to work as a bodyguard for some crappy old fart? Why couldn’t I have gotten a spicy hot client, like Kylar? That bastard got some fine piece of ***, while I get a wrinkly old one. I bet he got all kinky with her at some five-star hotel. Heh, I bet his client got bored with him. I bet most of the hoes that he’s slept with were the ones that he paid for. Okay, I’m not in any position to talk like that, but I’m certain I’ve gotten more booty for free than I did at the clubs and bars, probably. Heck, even that deranged cousin of mine wants me in bed. Too bad she’s a psychotic freak and I’d rather stay limp than sleep with her.

Anyway, this is a job I’ve got to do. I may not like it, but it’s my job. Driving down the street, I meet a number of new visitors that just came today. The place is a real tourist attraction. Parents, kids and even elders were passing by. I even got the pleasure of meeting up with the legendary Cynthia. Too bad I couldn’t lay my hands on her. It was a rule that we couldn’t sleep with our clients, unless they ask us to. Thank goodness Sanders wasn’t interested in me. Ugh, I couldn’t, didn’t want to start imagining seeing a wrinkled old prune up my face, while I would most likely have to suck a pair of hairy, old balls and ****. I cringed the more I imagined it.

Lighting a cigar, I took a deep breath and tried to evaluate my life so far. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t all that great, but I could think of other scenarios where it could be worse. Heh, I could probably be working for that loser group, the Rocket Syndicate. What’s with that name anyway? Team Rocket, they don’t own any rockets, don’t fly into space, nothing. They just have that name. It sounded like some villain’s group name from a kid’s TV series. However, I will give them my regards for somehow making it big in this city. It’s not every day a group manages to crawl under the skin of the greatest crime syndicate of the land. Yeah, there was Team Plasma, Magma, etc. However, they were those nutjob groups that would attempt to make this world better. Like anyone could actually make this world better. This place is hell and it’s going to stay that way.

Parking along side, I throw my keys to a parking boy and head up to the hotel. I walk up to the counter and meet up with the person behind.

“Hey, is Mr. Sanders awake yet?” I asked.

“Um, no,” the receptionist answered. “He asked for an alarm, but he hasn’t gone out of his room yet. I’ll give a call.”

“No worries, I’ll check on him myself,” I said. “Lousy old bastard.” I whispered.

Taking the elevator to the ninth floor, I pace through the hallway and count the room numbers. I finally arrive at room 910. I knocked on the door three times and waited. After a few seconds, I knocked again and called.

“Mr. Sanders, we need to get going,” I said. “You’ve got an appointment to meet!”

I took the handle, in hopes to open it. To my surprise, the door was unlocked. Someone had gotten in. Pulling out a Pokeball, I take out Banette and Greninja for cover. Greninja stayed close to me, while Banette took the lead. She was difficult to handle, but Greninja told her to get moving.

Floating ahead, Banette searched the room and checked if the intruders were still around. Greninja and I waited for a while, until Banette called out. Greninja went in first and then I followed. Rushing in, we find the hotel room in shambles. Everything was on the floor, broken glass, scattered papers and broken furniture. Seated on the chair, or rather tied to the chair was the old crow, Mr. Sanders. He sat with his neck snapped and money down his throat. I knew this signature. It belonged to that damned Tony Syndicate. Was it just because I busted one of their boys? Oh boy, they’re going to pay for it. They have no idea what we, the Golden Syndicate, are capable of. Pulling out my phone, I made a call to my boss.

“Cousin, we’ve got a slight problem that needs to be taken care of,” I said.


This will probably make headlines and the other syndicates will most likely hear of this. Yeah, some heat. But soon enough, they will learn what would happen when they mess around with us.

 

[VampirateMace]

(My forum access issues seem to be cleared up, so I’m back!)

(Burnt, back to the rating topic: the language in some posts in kind of verging on R, isn’t it?)

Lucile Mace - Dark Type Gym Leader
Location: Market District
Pokemon: Absol (Stormy - F), Stableye (Glimmer - M), Houndoom (Scorch - M), Deino (Bitey - F), & Bellossom (Blue - M)
Affected Players: I don’t really know yet…

Mace yawned as she woke to the mid morning light. She’d slept longer than she’d intended, but she was on vacation and that didn’t worry her, besides there were several sirens that went off during the night, waking her briefly. It kind of left her wondering how safe the island actually was. Sure she didn’t really have any valuables with her, knew some martial arts and had pokemon that could help protect her anyways, but people were bringing their kids to this island.

Yawning again, she realized she wasn’t sure if the light or the noise had woken her. Blue was on the other side of her hotel room nosily emptying out the in-room kitchen’s pan cabinet. Mace shook her head, “You want breakfast?”

Blue nodded vigorously. Mace got up and picked up one of the pans, and started some hot water in the sink. If she’d learned anything about staying in hotels with in-room kitchen, it was never to trust the last person’s wash job. Of course, how to check for bedbugs was the first thing on any hotel check-in list, but that applied to any hotel room. She scrubbed up the pan and a specula out of the drawer, then scrambled up some of the eggs she’d bought after dinner the night before.

After walking to the hotel and grabbing dinner at nearby fast food joint, she’d had just enough energy to buy a few groceries, before returning to her hotel room and collapsing on the bed.

Mace pushed the eggs onto three plates and opened up a fresh bag of poke-chow, pouring some on next to the eggs on two of the plates. She set these two plates on the floor and grabbed the other four pokemon’s pokeballs from off the table. She fumbled a moment until she had all the buttons in reach, then released her team, “Hey everyone, time for breakfast.”

As the pokemon jostled for position. Scorch and Stormy each dominating a plate, with Glimmer and Blue taking turns snatching bits off the plate Stormy had claimed, while Bitey ate all the scraps that Scorch recklessly let tumble off the plate.

Mace inspected the toaster to make sure everything looked kosher, then popped a slice of bread in. “Share,” she told her pokemon and she retrieved and washed a fork.

After breakfast and short grooming session, which Stormy thought was intended for her exclusively, Mace returned them all to their poke balls, except Blue, and was ready to head out. Blue on her shoulder, Mace headed down to the hotel lobby. Where to go? She was already in the Market District, so there was shopping close at hand. Then there was the Leisure District, she could just go have fun. Or the Poke Parks District, where she could try and catch the new dark type she was hoping for. Or a tournament in the Trainer’s District, or some quite time in the Knowledge District…

There was time for it all, she’d was going to be here for several days. So, one thing at a time. Maybe first she’d get some new capsule ball stickers for her pokemon, there should be a accessory shop not too far from here. She stepped out onto the walkway, surveying the nearby buildings. Pokeball Emporium, Sin Island Styles, Toy World…

(Curious, are the police going to be called about the body, which could lead to Mace’s entry to helping the police, or will the gangs take care of it?)

 

[Schade]

Kylar Schade
Golden syndicate
Residental Area in the South - His appartment
Affected RP'ers: Theodore Silvertounge (Burnt).

Kylars otherwise awful morning was interrupted by a Call from the Office, informing him about an urgent situation that requiered his immideate assistance. As Kylar only grunted like a zombie ni Return, the operative told him she'd Call bacl in 30 minutes, so that Kylar could get the chance to do his usual morning routine, something Kylar was deeply thankfull for. He placed himself in front of the Mirror after having turned on his coffee-maker. He looked like an odd wreck. He had deep bags under his eyes, and his hair was messy, looking like a Crimson inferno. Boy, he'd have to put a little mor effort in fixing this mess. He entered the bathroom With his favourite Wailmer-Mug filled With delicious coffee, and multi-tasked drinking it, fixing his hair, taking a shower and shaving. About 10 minutes later, amazed of how he had managed to do all that in such a short notice, Kylar started on breakfast, which basically was a leftover cupcake from god knows when.

After anther 10 minutes, Kylars cellphone rang again.

"Hey, Kylar. you doing better now?" The voice said, revealing the operative to be Genevieve, the New, rather timid operative at the base.

"Uhm... sure. What's the situation?" Kylar said as he ate the rest of the cupcake, immideatly regretting it.

" One of Our recent Clients have been found dead at his hotel room, and the way of the murder maes us suspect the tony Syndicate is behind it. I've gotten a Message from above to tell you to re-Direct Your own Client at Theodore Silvertouge while you yourself infiltrate and investigate who murdered the Client. Basically, we want you to interrogate some members of the syndicate for answers."

"Oh, I see. I'll get right to it then" Kylar said, not as serious as usual, concidering Genevieve was always nervous and scared when he was.

After the Call ended, Kylar went into his bedroom to get changed for the mission. He looked in his huge Mirror on one of the walls, reflecting the wall of Windows behind him, and the pleasent view of a forest nearby. Kylar quickly shanged into a different outfit, consisting of a pair of black pants, and a skintight black T-shirt. He fastened a belt around his waist With two gun holsters for his guns, and knit a sweater neatly on top of the belt to cover the guns as he'd be walking around in Public. It was a sunny day, so it's only Natural that he put on a pair of dark shades. Now, he was ready to hit the town.

After having called Theodore and given him the news sbout the Client transfer, which Teodore seemed to be very happy about, Kylar entered the streets in order to locate any Tony Syndicate members. It shouldn't be all too difficult, as Kylar knew where a few of the syndicates safe-houses were, and they were all in the lesser attractive areas of the town. Seeing as he looked a lot like the Terminator where he walked, Kylar released his Blissey for Company and coverage. Nobody would suspect a Blissey to be up to no good.. right?
Blissey was as happy as ever, and Kylar briefed her in on their situation, to which Blissey just jumped around and danced a little bit. Does she even understand what I'm saying? Or is she just a psychotic sadist?. Either way, Kylar liked her. and she seemed to do her job perfectly well, as passing Citizens looked at Kylar With gloom, but at Blissey With awe. Kylar understood that Blissey alone wasn't enough, and decided he'd crack a smile too, as if he's just another guy enjoying the morning sun.

 

[Avenger Angel]

Janine Price
Rocket Syndicate - Scientist/Chemist
Secret Lab, Silver Screen Theater, Leisure district
Affected RPers: N/A

Trevor and Mike were kind enough to move most of my stuff while I underwent an extreme makeover during the last half hour. I hated black leather, especially in this scorching weather, so I decided to go with a tom-boyish appearance with dyeing my hair black, wearing gray cargo pants, a blank tank top, and a gray cadet cap. It totally wasn't me but the police would never figure it out if they went by Johnny's description, which according to Jordan, he had totally tried to sell us out to save his beach bum hide. And I could bare with this more than I could the biker girl look. As for Johnny, he wouldn't be a problem anymore. Rocket Syndicate had intercepted the squad car he was in, wrapped him in a straightjacket, and dropped him in the ocean. So unless he broke out, somehow managed to turn himself into a merman, and find his way back to Sin Island, he wasn't telling them jack-squat.

Last I heard from Craig, Jump was a mixed success. It was selling successfully, but the mass production process was tricky and expensive and as a result, the sales were brining in only a slight amount of revenue over the cost we had to incur to make them. I figured maybe we'd find a way to make it faster and cheaper in time.

Still, I had to come up with something else to make up for what we lost. I couldn't recreate Jetz or Hazel with different names. The police were already onto us with those.

In the meantime, setting up the new lab at the abandoned movie theater was the pits. Never liked unpacking, but that was just a minor issue. The real issue was what to create. A strength steroid wouldn't work, since X Attack already had that market dominated, and it was cheap and already easy to buy.

"No, put it over there," Mike told the Throh that was helping to move a desk.

"Thr-oh!" He seemed to complain, have no idea what Mike meant by 'over there.' "Throh-oh?"

"Bloody hell, he has no idea what I'm talkin' about again, does he?" Mike shrugged, deciding to just drag it himself. "Guess I'll do it myself, or we'd all be buggered. Would be nice if I even knew what this bloke was complainin' about."

Yeah, wouldn't it? The whole thing was almost comical.

But then, something seemed to creep into my brain. Could it be possible a chem might get over that communication hump? I didn't know, but hey, if I could make a chem that would allow humans to speak and understand Pokéspeech or... maybe the other way around, heck, now that would sell big. Problem was, this was a cognitive gig, not a physical one. It would be a lot tougher.

As I got unpacked and everything seemed to be in place, Mike and Trevor headed out. In the meantime, I tried to figure out if this drug were to be possible. I'd have to do a little research hunting first, but if I could pull this off, boy, we'd hit it big.

 

[The Burnt Shadow]

OCC: Yeah, sorry if the language went a bit overboard. I was kinda in the moment. Anyway, about the body. The police is handling it, but they're not releasing any details. You are free to snoop around.

Theodore Silvertongue – Government District
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“Earlier this morning, Mr. Frederic Sanders, a wealthy businessman, died one of the five-star hotel suites of the ever popular island attraction, Sin Island. His cause of death was from an accident, in which he fell down the stairs and snapped-”

Just like that the television was shut off. I sat in my seat, tapping my fingers. Sunlight thinly beamed into the dim room. Layers of dust filled the area, as mounds of files lay stacked on tables. Blots dripped from the coffee machine, cutting through the vague silence. In front of me, she sat. Police Head Jenny tapped her fingers and gave me a cold stare. She was different from the other Jennies. Her hair was a bit straighter and her appearance reeked of a workaholic. Her police coat hung behind her, accompanied with a number of pictures of graduation, her oath as police chief and other clippings of a few of her successes in her career.

“So, Mr. Silvertongue, may you explain what we just saw?” she asked, in a calm tone.

“The news report, of course,” I replied. “Mr. Sanders, my client, died in an unfortunate accident. Quite tragic, really.”

“No, what I just saw was another of your damned setups!” Jenny yelled, pounding her fist on her table. “I received the reports. That man died in his hotel room and was clearly murdered! What is this garbage about an accident doing in the news?!”

“We can’t have that kind of publicity on this island, can we?” I asked. “We need to make sure that the guests are all safe and relaxed.”

“SAFE?!” she repeated. “We have dead bodies coming everywhere! There are people being murdered and threatened, damn it! Every day, I receive a report about a trainer’s Pokemon getting its legs snapped and every day I have to listen to that smart-mouthed doctor lecture me! It’s her job to treat those Pokemon, not complain about my job!”

“Well, perhaps you aren’t doing your job properly?” I suggested.

Jenny began waving her finger at me. “Don’t, don’t you start with me,” she sneered. “I am sending every officer around this island to look for those syndicates, while you are just lying on your *** and enjoying some wine, with the rear of some hoe rubbing against your face. People like you disgust me.”

“With all due respect, Head Police Jenny, if you are really doing your job, then maybe there would be less crimes on this island,” I retorted. “Just last night, I took care of some thug who was bothering one of the businesses in the Red District. Where were your people when all of this was happening?”

“We can’t just notice problematic inconveniences around this island,” Jenny replied. “Isn’t that why your people are around, Mr. Theodore Silvertongue?”

I smirked, as I sat back down. “At any case, we’d like to keep this issue quiet,” I replied. “Don’t release any of your findings to the public or media.”

“As if I have a damn choice,” Jenny sighed, crossing her arms. “Those bureaucrats would be banging down my door if I didn’t.”

“Well, I’m glad that were able to settle this, again,” I said, as I stood up, bowed and then left.

As I exited the door, I heard Jenny yell angrily as she tossed a number of documents on the floor. What a poor and tired woman. This job may be a bit too much for her to handle. It wasn’t my problem really. As long as we’ve got someone doing our work, then it’s all good. I took out a cigarette and left the office, puffing a big one. A lovely police lady passed by, I gave her a light tap and walked smoothly out the door.

 

[VampirateMace]

(OC: I don’t really care, but you’d been wondering if you should leave it PG-17 or up it to R, and R give you a bit more room for that kind of stuff.)

Lucile Mace - Dark Type Gym Leader
Location: Market District
Pokemon: Absol (Stormy - F), Stableye (Glimmer - M), Houndoom (Scorch - M), Deino (Bitey - F), & Bellossom (Blue - M)
Affected Players: I don’t really know yet…

Soon enough Mace found herself in Always Accessories, a mega store that sold quite a lot of generic pokeball and pokemon accessories, but tried to look sophisticated. The clerk, her hair done up in a bun and wearing a grey vest suit, had looked nervously over at her when she entered, but smiled when she saw Blue stumble in after Mace. Mace wondered briefly if the store had some sort of shoplifting problem, she knew her street clothes weren’t the classiest, or if the clerk was just timid.

She and Blue made their way over to the capsule ball sticker display. Not far. It was up front wedged between the big picture window and the checkout counter. Mace pull a set of magenta petal stickers off the rod and showed them to Blue, “what do you think of these?”

“Be-Bu,” muttered Blue playing with some glittery stickers that were on a lower shelf. Mace smiled and replaced the stickers, finding a set that went with both Blue’s appearance and personality was always confusing.

The door indicator dinged behind her and she heard a group of people entering clumsily, like a stampede of Miltank. She glanced over her shoulder to see a group of teenage girls in bright skimpy clothes. They had a few small pokemon with them, like Lillipup and Clefairy.

“I hear, even top coordinators and gym leaders shop here,” commented one of the girls as Mace went back to browsing the selection of petal and leaf stickers. She pulled down a set of blue petals, hearing another girl reply, “A gym leader wouldn’t be caught dead in here.”

“Right, they don’t care about how their pokemon look,” laughed another girl.

Really? Mace showed the stickers to Blue. He pushed them away obnoxiously and pointed to some iridescent poison cloud stickers. Mace chuckled, and replied softly, “I don’t think so buddy.” Maybe a compromise? There were some purple glitter stickers, she held these out to him, and he took them with a nod. Glitter, perfect, that’s just like Blue, it get everywhere.

“I have got to get a scarf for my adorable Lillipup,” squealed one of the girls as their herd headed further into the store. Mace sighed, maybe they had a point, clothes for pokemon might be going a bit far, unless it was weather protection related.

Mace picked out some black flame stickers and multicolor hexagonal glitter stickers for Scorch and Glimmer, Stormy really liked her glitter stars, so that was fine already, but what about Bitey? She was blind, so she wouldn’t really notice whatever Mace picked… lights were bouncing off the sticker packages. Mace glanced up, there seemed to police cars and an ambulance parked outside the hotel across the street. What happened there?

Mace shrugged and grabbed a pack of shimmering pink hearts for Bitey. She was still a baby after all, so that should look cute. She took these to the counter, “Just these I guess.”

“Do you need any ball capsules for these?” asked the clerk as she swiped the sticker packages. Mace dug around in her satchel until she found her wallet and counted out a few bills, “Yeah, I suppose so… four.”

The clerk reached behind her and grabbed a handful of complimentary blue capsules, tossing these into the bag, then handing it and the change off to Mace. Mace and Blue headed out, Mace tying off the plastic bag and stuffing it into her satchel. Blue tugged on Mace’s jacket hem and made an up gesture, “Bell-bell?”

“Alrighty,” replied Mace picking him up absently, and letting him onto her shoulder. Her attention was focused on the commotion across the street. The ambulance pulled away, lights and siren off. That was either a good sign… or a very bad one.

She realized an officer was heading her way. What? And Why? Looking quickly around she realized there was a police motorcycle off to her right. As she got closer Mace asked, “What’s going on?”

The officer looked a little put off for a moment, then replied, “Just an accident,” as she straddled her bike. Mace raise an eyebrow and looked over at Blue, as the officer stuffed on her helmet and started the bike. And she asked him, “You didn’t buy that either, did you?”

“Bellossom?” asked her pokemon. Mace sighed, explaining, “She’s obviously not very good at lying. She hesitated, and then looked up and to the left.”

Police activity had slimmed down to just a couple of cars, and three officers chatting with hotel staff. Mace looked both ways, then crossed the street, something more had to be going on.