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                  L E T H A L O I N S T I N C T S


                  OUT OF CHARACTER .O.O. PROFILE THREAD


                  Team Rocket, the world renowned criminal organization known for their big name casinos and mass pokemon theft. 20 years have passed since the fall of Giovanni, and since then the whole damn region has returned to their villainous origins. Nowadays most gyms can't even run without coughing up a "protection" fee, and even young trainers are forced to pay their dues. However, due to the appearance of a new crime ring, Rocket is gradually losing its power. They're known as the Black Triade, and they specialize in fight clubs and pokemon poaching. As of right now, they've claimed the entire southern region of Kanto; this includes Cinnabar Island, Fuchsia City, and Pallet Town. Rumor has it that the three bosses behind the Black Triade use to be Rocket CEOs, which explains why they were able to acquire so much territory right off the bat. Regardless of their origins, Rocket became infuriated with these "wannabe" thugs. Before long, an all out gang war broke out, sending the region into a state of chaos.

                  How will you react to the endless turmoil? Will you pick a side and thrive in the madness, or will you stand up against it in the hopes of a brighter future?

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                  SLOTS

                      Team Rocket
                          Boss: Lucien Paine (sick 6 sick)
                          Righthand Man: Ayana Matsuri (Samani)
                          Head Scientist: Nori Aoi Koizumi (White Flag Idiot)
                          CEO I: Hisa Higurashi (Kashi Hikari)
                          CEO II:
                          Grunts: Johnny Flynn (Goshin Ichirou Takamori)

                      The Black Triade
                          Boss I: Liam (hoonroro)
                          Boss II: Ryker Colere (X_Lex-T-Rex_x)
                          Boss III: Aster (PKBlackTornado)
                          Fight Club Leader:
                          Grunts: Charlie Davis (sick 6 sick)
                          ➞ Grunts: Mari Inoue (Pug guts)
                          ➞ Grunts: Demyan Allarick Volkov(Rebelasian)


                  (New slots can be added upon request.)


                PROFILE SKELETON

                You may format your profile however you wish,
                but here's a basic template incase you're lazy like me.

                [b]Username:[/b]
                [b]Name:[/b]
                [b]Age:[/b]
                [b]Genger:[/b]
                [b]Occupation:[/b]
                [b]Alignment:[/b] (Rocket, Triade, other, none)
                [b]Region of Origin:[/b]

                [b]Appearance:[/b]

                [b]Personality:[/b] (Let's not be too generic)

                [b]Biography:[/b] (Doesn't have to be extremely descriptive)

                [b]Team:[/b]
WEATHER & SEASONS

      Mid Autumn
      Chance of Rain: 70%
      A large thunder storm is currently rolling in from the north, it is estimated to have winds up to 25 miles an hour.
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M E R C YN I O R

metaphor to metamorphosis
body to disembodiment
..TO DIE WITHOUT LEAVING A CORPSE .


The heavy sun, pungent with heat from a long summer's day, rolled across the mountains of the Kanto region in magnificent streaks of orange and red. These pigments danced and splattered across the billowing thunderheads that loomed over the horizon, probing the structure of the sky. The weather that breezed through route 1, however, seemed to grace the rolling hills with a perfect tranquility. It was the calm before the storm, no doubt, and Mercy's Espeon had been warning her all day about this impeding change in the weather. She would do this by rattling her forked tail vigorously, meanwhile the large gem on her forehead gleamed with psychic vibrations.
"Quit your fussin', we'll be fine." Mercy responded to the feline with a coy despondence, zipping through the tall grass on a sleek black track bike. The espeon gave what seemed to be a sigh, darting behind her trainer with an effortlessness that only psychic and electric types were known for.

The girl's mission was simple, reach palette town in order to investigate an old bridge by the water. Rumors stated that a triple murder suicide had cursed the landmark, and that on every new moon a silhouette draped in white could be spotted staring down at the murky waters. Since tonight happened to be a new moon, Mercy refused to miss out on such an opportunity. Perhaps she could even encounter a new ghost type to catalogue in her black book, or even stubble upon a fellow ghost enthusiast? Well, the last part was a bit of a stretch but, whatever, no harm in dreaming.

As the duo came to an opening, Mercy spotted a cluster of black figures gathered around two large, industrial vans. She was quick to react, skiding the bike to a sharp halt far enough not to be noticed. The Espeon did the same, before glancing up at her trainer inquisitively. Mercy squinted her dark eyes, noticing a large red R printed on the back of one of their jackets. "Rockets? What could they possibly want with a hick town like Pallet?" She muttered to herself, leaning against the handle bars of her bike. An inner conflict then began to churn in her stomach's pit, tossing around the possibilities of successfully passing this bleek obstacle. It was funny, really. Just moments before this girl was willing to treck through hazardous weather conditions into the unknown -- but oh, put a few grunts infront of her and LORDY do we have a problem. Being the daughter of a Gym leader should have prepared her more for things like this. Of course, that's what happens when you skip out on most of your training...

The young woman gave a dishearten sigh, eyeing her surroundings until her gaze fell upon a a beaten path within the cover of the surrounding forrest. Better than nothing, she shrugged, leading her bike through the shrub as her lavender feline trailed behind her. The espeon gravely disagreed with this corse of action, and Mercy could feel the psychic type's uneasy vibrations like ants crawling on her skin. "Shush, I've got this." She hissed in retaliation. Crouching through the thick foliage, the young woman came to a point where she was directly next to the gang of Rockets.
"Man, these ********' CEOs think they got this s**t all figured out, eh? Sendin' us into rival territory like we got everythin' under control. It's ********' denial, mate! Those triades find us 'n we as good as dead."
She over heard the ramblings of one of the grunts with a perked interested. Despite her Espeon's negative energies, Mercy decided to stick around for just a tad longer.



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"This is what I brought you this you can keep, this is what I brought you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing, kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep."

Tic. Tic. Tic. The repetitive noise bore into the skull of the lavender haired male like a steady nail intent on cracking him, the noise from that damn clock would drive him wild but even as a head scientist, one of the top men of Team Rocket Nori found himself tired of waiting for the signal to attack, the signal for action. Dark purple eyes cast upon the moving mass of purple rock hovering around the room, toxic clouds forming from its' porous holes as the main face of the creature expressed disdain, severe boredom at being trapped within the room. "Weezing...Weez..." the gruff, irritated response was spat out towards its' trainer as if blaming him for the lack of entertainment as a chuckle passed the males' lips, hands moving his ponytail aside momentarily as red rimmed glasses were pressed to his nose holding up a vial and uncapping it. "Will this suffice for now? We have an order: to stay and protect the labs." he remarked cooly tossing the container as the poison type caught it, crunching the filthy container happily as more gas emitted from its' body.

Nori felt a little grin come to his face, his Pokemon were his pride and right here hovered his second catch enjoying a special toxic treat. A hand reached out suddenly rubbing over purple rock as the Pokemon gave a startled noise being yanked into a forced cuddle. "You're just too much! It seems like it wasn't long ago when you were a Koffing!" the man practically squealed, Weezing merely made a groaning noise trying to budge free as the chair spun slightly with the movement realizing its' trainer wasn't about to let go. "Weez, weez!" it grunted propelling its' body forward, Nori secured a leg around the chairs' base letting himself be jerked around like a kid on a sleigh with wild laughter as his Pokemon protested the cuddle puffing smoke with each movement. He knew good and well it aggravated his Pokemon, it did however produce great reactions when the others saw him jetting down the hall after his Weezing, the Pokemon was so anti-cuddle it would try anything to escape his vice like grip. Finally after a few moments the ride ceased as the door cracked open, a young researcher produced a stack of papers staring at Nori, glasses disheveled as he snatched the folder, a tiny smile on his face letting his Pokemon go.

"Weekly reports?" "Yes sir, the newest batch was a success. The serum completely leveled up the new grunts' Pokemon by two levels and increased attack power." purple eyes narrowed slightly but a nod was given. "Good, double the ingredients." "But sir--" "Don't 'but sir' me. If I say double it then you do so, I don't care if it kills the starter, we can assign them another." the order was bitter as the younger scientist bowed scurrying out of the way, the folder slapping the desk as it opened revealing new data and notes. A sigh escaped him. "How do they expect to produce results with incompetent idiots questioning us? We could always have a meeting with my friend, I'm sure he'd happily show them what true science and work is capable of." a chuckle passed his lips leaning back in his chair before typing frantically on his keyboard, a memo to the science department of Team Rocket.

"Tonight you are required to attend a special presentation at the main research hall. Be there by 8. Failure to attend will be met with severe consequences.

Lead Scientist, Nori Koizumi"

With a ping the message went out, a pen twirled between his fingers. The little scientist who just visited...He would assure that they had the honor of being his special, special little guest. It wouldn't be right not to include them.


Company: Unknown Location: Rocket HQ, namely the lab Mood: Impatient & Bored
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                                                        metaphor to metamorphosis
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                                                        ..TO DIE WITHOUT LEAVING A CORPSE .



                                                        Peering through the thick foliage at the scene unfolding before her, Mercy continued to eavesdrop with a growing curiosity. There were five of them in all, and she could point out the leader just by they why he carried himself -- well, that and the gigantic killer Arbok at his side. "So, 'ere's what I say, mates. Instead o' runnin' into the mouth o' the beast like a bunch o' mindless school girls, I say we turn 'round n' demand better equipment. WHO'S WITH ME!?" The man barked aggressively, receiving praise and cheers from his peers. Mercy furrowed her brow anxiously. What in god's name was going on here? Why was Rocket so scared of Pallet town of all places?

                                                        By this point the girl's espeon was fed up with her foolish antics, tugging on her sweater in an attempt to get her moving again. "Karma stop!" The brunette snapped in a voice that was just loud enough to be heard by the grunt's giant venomous snake. Upon this realization, Mercy covered her mouth in disbelief. Her stomach dropped into a dark void as she realized her mistake, body quivering in anticipation. The Arbok was quick to sneak up behind her, its gapping mouth exposed two deadly fang as it hissed harshly. Mercy screamed in both shock and horror, and her body instinctively shot backwards in an attempt to avoid the threatening animal. Of course, this only caused her to trip over a large bush, sending her body right into plain view.

                                                        The grunts grew silent as they witnessed the girl's little fiasco, and the leader in particular eyed her form with a growing contempt. Mercy turned to face the gang of thugs with a nervous smile plastered against her wan features. She was dumbfounded, unable to react or even think. Meanwhile, her espeon took a battle stance against the large Arbok with an imposing demeanor. Unlike her trainer, Karma had learned to never let her guard down.

                                                        "Who the hell are you?" The leader finally spat with a grimace.
                                                        Mercy blinked a few time, slowly regaining her composure. "... You weren't informed?" She placed her hands on her hips in an attempt to look "assertive."
                                                        "... Informed?" The grunt replied with an unamused smirk.
                                                        "About the psychic expert assigned to your team. Yeah, well, your lookin' at her so... be a little more respectful alright." Oh god, here it comes, the nervous word vomit. "I got orders from the top to help lead you guys on your mission, and GOD knows you'll need it. See, I even brought my super special psychic pokemon." The girl hinted over toward the lavender feline that was still in the middle of a stand off with the grunt's arbok. The leader of the grunts gave an obnoxious "HA", obviously not buying the girl's facade.
                                                        "You're a "psychic expert"? Some smutty lil brat? You gotta be ******** kiddin' me, right? ... Alright, miss "psychic". Tell me then, what am I thinkin'?" The man crossed his arms as his comrades snickered in the background.
                                                        "You... want me to read your mind?" Mercy inquired in a low voice, trying hard not to falter.
                                                        "Yeah, go ahead. Read my ********' mind." He spat with an added aggression.

                                                        Mercy took in a deep breath, nodding curt. "Alright then. It's one hell of an invasion of privacy but if you insist." She continued to ramble, mostly in an attempt to buy more time. In all honesty, Mercy wasn't the best psychic on the block. In fact, she was actually kind of a discrace to her entire family linage -- and with all of this added pressure, it'd be a miracle if she could manage to read his facial expression. Too late now, she had dug her own grave, and now it was time to lay in it. Closing her eyes, she raised both hands in order to hone her ability, or so she hoped. "You're thinking..." All the while she could hear her mother's voice nagging her in the back of her mind. "You're thinking..." Pushing these thoughts away, Mercy strained herself to focus, managing her breathing and centering her chakras. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the girl's hands gleamed with a purple aura. "You're thinking that I'm taking too damn long and the hair covering my eye annoys you. Also, you wished your girlfriend would return your texts and fear she's cheating on you. Oh, and you have repressed childhood memories involving a pokemon professor, but I won't get into that." She opened her eyes, and exhaled sharply while allowing her arms to rest at her side.

                                                        What followed was a silence so thick you could cut through it like a knife through butter. The leader of the grunts covered his mouth with a dreadful look in the pit of his deep eyes. "I'm sorry for doubting you, miss. Really, I mean, I had no idea that was even possible." He let out almost breathlessly. "A'right then, welcome to the team."

                                                        The real reason behind Mercy's sudden enhanced psychic ability just so happened to be her espeon. The feline immediately sensed the young woman's desperation and used its own power to enhance her mind reading abilities. Mercy would need a lot more training before she could read thoughts so clearly on her own.




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                                  Beep.

                                  The electronic sound of an email alert broke through the silence of tiny Pallet Town's only eatery in which Ayana had stationed herself quite comfortably. The young woman sat, legs set together and slightly tilted, sipping rose tea out of a horribly cheap ceramic mug. This place was.... quaint, to put it nicely.

                                  Long, blue lashes fluttered slightly as Ayana glanced down, setting her mug on a makeshift napkin-coaster, she raised a perfectly-manicured forefinger and pressed a few buttons. Instantly, her email popped up.


                                  "Tonight you are required to attend a special presentation at the main research hall. Be there by 8. Failure to attend will be met with severe consequences.

                                  Lead Scientist, Nori Koizumi"



                                  She smirked. Their scientist was creative with his sign-offs as ever. Although Ayana was not technically required to attend weekly or "mandatory" science lectures, she preferred to keep her nose in several pockets-- so to speak-- to at least have a decent idea of what the different cells of the fractured Team Rocket was doing.

                                  And it was true; Team Rocket was not as powerful as they once were. Under the rule of Giovanni, Ayana knew, Team Rocket had been near unstoppable. Their science had been top-notch, their workers ruthless, and their territory vast. Those days, however, had come to pass. Now there was a new boss and a new rival to face-- the Black Triade.

                                  The Triade was expanding too far, too fast. They had taken too much land already, including the cafe that Ayana was currently sitting in. But there was nothing that she could do about it for now. Ayana sighed and flipped her Xtransciever closed and drained the last bit of her tea. Raising herself from her seat, Ayana grabbed her bag before going up the the front to pay the bill. As she departed the tiny eatery, a bell strung above the door announced the departure of the only customer the cafe had seen in days.





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                                  Location || Pallet Town
                                  Company || none
                                  Mood || Relaxed
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                                                        M E R C YN I O R

                                                        metaphor to metamorphosis
                                                        body to disembodiment
                                                        ..TO DIE WITHOUT LEAVING A CORPSE .



                                                        Now amongst the company of rocket thugs, Mercy felt a strange sense of security despite the thin ice she was trotting over. Perhaps it had to do with childhood memories of seeing numerous grunts around her mother's gym that made her feel such comfort, since they were familiar icons of her youth. Not only that, but the whole gang had changed out of their uniforms in order to blend in with the crowd. Now in civilian clothes, these guys closely resemble the city folk she grew up with. Sure, they were a bit rough around the edges, but those same imperfections expressed a sense of humility and empathy. It was something she understood and could relate with, which allowed her personality to flow more naturally.

                                                        As they walked down to the small town, the group cracked jokes and shared ideals. Mercy was even asked where she was from, and she replied that she was from the Saffron City gym and had trained under Sabrina. She felt alright saying this because it wasn't too far from the truth. They even exchanged names, and Mercy could now identify the leader as Javie. He also happened to be from Saffron, but from a violent neighborhood.

                                                        After a good 15 minute walk, the gang reached the outskirts of the modest country town. "Jesus, this place is straight outta a ********' movie, yeh?" Javie scratched his stubble pensively as they passed outdated architecture and crippled gas stations.
                                                        "Yeah man, and it's mad quiet. The ******** is e'ryone?" Another grunt would add. Meanwhile, Mercy decided it would be best to remain silent and observant, at this point saying the wrong thing might blow her cover.
                                                        "Ey Merc, you know how to get to this "rendezvous" point er whatever? We ain't even got a damn street sign to go off of, how do these people do it..." The leader inquired in his usual slang. The young woman hesitated to answer, before stating:
                                                        "I was only given orders to meet you guys on route one. Giving directions wasn't apart of the mission." Mercy felt a sense of pride build with each believable statement.
                                                        "Fair enough." Javie shrugged, before catching sight of a small eatery with hand painted signage. "Hold up, I think that's it." He said, pulling out a paper coated in information in order to double check. As he did so, a young woman with long flowing hair gracefully exited the establishment. Mercy felt her gaze lock onto her, and she could immediately sense this girl did not belong. Her regal, manicured look exuded a sort of elegance that seemed hard to come by in a small town like Pallet.

                                                        "Oh s**t, there she is." The leader spat, nudging his men to get into postion. Mercy was caught off guard by their sudden change in gesture. In two seconds flat they went to casual thugs to military personal. Confused, she was quick to mimik. Meanwhile her espeon gazed at the young black haired woman with a confidence unmatched by her trainer. Such was to be expected from her mother's espeon.


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                                                ▇ ▇ Location: Route 1/Pallet Town

                                                            A young man stood in the center Viridian City's public park, his back facing the Pokemon Center. Grass and trees surrounded the paved area where he stood, squatted slightly into a fighting stance. His feet were shoulder-width apart, legs bent slightly and arms raised in front of his face. A Blaziken was taking a similar posture across from him, its crismon crest scarcely visible in the space between his gloved hands. Mightyena curled up on bench, watching the two prepare to square off. "You ready?" Dante asked to his Blaziken. The fire/fighting pokemon cawed, flexing its fingers eagerly. "Come get it," he spoke lowly, nearly growling. Blaziken's wrists flared and the pokemon blurred forward to strike it's trainer. It's fiery fist took Dante by surprise, crushing into the side of his head. He fell backward and met the ground painfully. The trainer twisted, placing his hands on the pavement to kick the Blaziken in the gut. The pokemon squawked, stumbling as Dante got to his feet and swung a punch. A crack sounded on impact with Blaziken's beak and Dante smirked at the pain evident on its face.

                                                            He took another step forward and dipped low, aiming for an uppercut until Blaziken intercepted him. It grasped his neck in the middle of his maneuver and raised him into the air before slamming him down. Dante coughed blood and felt a surge of heat engulf him, flames obscuring his vision in the midst of this burning chokeslam. Blaziken stepped backward as Dante laid there wisps of flame rising from the ground around him. Mightyena took its place when the smoke cleared to lick its trainer's singed face and neck. Dante strained to sit up, pushing the hyena pokemon away so he could stand up. Blaziken stood with it's arms crossed, smug about the epic victory it had achieved. "Think you're cool, huh?" Dante groaned while brushing ash off of his clothes. He pulled out a pokeball and returned Blaziken and then started walking away from the park with Mightyena following along. Dante walked until he left Veridian City for Route 1.

                                                            He had been in Veridian City for a few weeks now, it was definitely time to move on. Especially after that explosive defeat at the hands of his own pokemon. Dante trained his pokemon but he also trained his body to be strong, powerful and durable. People rarely fought hand to hand anymore. It was all pokemon battles that decided everything which Dante didn't really agree with. Dante dropped down the occasional rocky cliff and dodged wild pokemon until coming to the end of Route 1 where he caught sight of a bunch of Rocket members. He'd heard about the gangs of course, how could you not. The increased crime rate apparently had something to do with a second gang coming to power recently. "Hey, Team Rocket." He called out to get their attention, noticing them quickly shape up as a woman stepped out a restaurant. Regardless of who the girl was, criminals wouldn't be tolerated and Dante fancied himself a bit of a vigilante. "Ya'll ready to blast off?'"

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                                  Ayana had barely taken two steps out of the restaurant when a burst of red and white light burst from around he legs as the Luxury Ball that was strapped to her leg by a garter popped open. When the light faded, the figure of a small bear pokemon could be seen standing in front of Ayana, looking up at her with reproachful eyes.

                                  "Milo," Ayana looked down at the Teddiursa that had released itself from its confinement and was now staring at its trainer, as if cursing her for forcing it into the dark (if luxurious) insides of the specially-made pokeball.

                                  "Urrr...." The pokemon warbled, holding its arms up infront of itself, much like a two year-old asking for a lift up.

                                  Ayana glanced down at her pokemon and, without a word, swooped down to pick up the little bear, adjusting her grasp so that the Teddiursa could sit comfortably in the crook of her arm. "They're late," she said absent-mindedly, tickling the little bear's' stomach.

                                  Hitching her satchel over her shoulder, Ayana moved aside so she was not blocking the enterance to the cafe any longer. As she did so, a group of several figures caught her eye as they walked up the road. Javie and his company she recongized, even without their Rocket uniforms on, but the young woman in the group Ayana could not recall. Immediately, her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, on a path the intercept the grunts and the unknown woman with an espeon in their company.

                                  As she approached, the men immediately fell into a sance reminiscent of military men, their backs strightened with arms held stiffly by their sides. The man called Javie even saluted her as she came closer.

                                  "Javie," Ayana adressed the man casually, nodding in his direction. WIth the teddiursa still in her arms, it was a rather curious sight to see such a young and obviously well-bred lady stand with confidence in front of the group of roughly-hewn men. Still, the confidence that Ayana exuded in front of the group of disguised thugs was unmistakable; she moved with the air of someone used the the position of authority, someone who had long-since overcome the fear of what others thought.

                                  "You're three minutes late," She said cooly, eyeing the group. "Don't tell me you managed to get lost in a tiny town like Pallet?" Ayana frowned, but did not wait for an answer before she turned her attention to the young brunette to her side. "And who," the girl's gaze wavered for a moment on Mercy, then the trainer's espeon (there was something unnerving about the espeon, she decided. Something too-knowing in the pokemon's eyes. Ayana's eyes lingered on the sun pokemon for a second longer before she turned back to Javie), "Are they?"

                                  But before any of the grunts, or even Mercy herself, could answer, a rough, male voice called for the gang members' attention. "Hey, Team Rocket!" Came the words, "Ya'll ready to blast off?"

                                  Ayana whipped around so fast that her Teddiursa, who had been relaxing quite happily in its trainer's arms, was jarred from its position and nearly fell to the ground. Recovering itself, Milo hung tight to Ayana's arms, careful not to scratch her skin with its sharp claws. Ayana, however, paid her pokemon no heed, too distracted at the moment with the red-haired male that stood just feet away, a Mightyena at his side.

                                  As the male trainer called out to the group of civie'd thugs, Ayana fought her first instinct to wheel on Javie and simply chew him out for allowing their cover to be blown so easily. Instead, the young woman simply smiled at the stranger, "Blast off?" She echoed, "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know what you mean."





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                                  Location || Pallet Town
                                  Company || Mercy, Dante, Rocket Grunts
                                  Mood || Agitated
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                                                        ..TO DIE WITHOUT LEAVING A CORPSE .




                                                        "Miss Matsuri," Javie replied curtly, lowing his salute as she continued to eye each of them down with an imposing demeanor. It was quite a sight to see such a petite girl command men roughly twice her own size. Eventually, however, she fell upon the sight of the so called "psychic expert." Mercy did her best to disguise any uneasy emotions that might've escaped her wan features. Ayana could've been a day older than her, and yet her blue eyes gleamed with an authority far beyond her years. The jig was up, she thought, and God knows what they would do to her now. Her espeon, on the other hand, merely narrowed her deep eyes, as if she were gazing into Ayana's very soul and found it unimpressive.

                                                        Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, a harsh voice interrupted the thick tension. Mercy's gaze flickered only to meet eyes with a tall, smug faced red head. He knew. Her dark eyes widened in both splendor and relief, though it was pretty clear that he had included her with the people he would be "blasting off." Ayana was quick to retort, and Mercy was impressed with the young woman's sheer amount of confidence. Javie and his men were quick to follow, and in a flash of movement, the men replied with their own words -- words of steel.

                                                        Mercy's gave a surprised gasp as she found herself surrounded by firearms. Ah yes, this was no longer the careless Rocket of days of old. These men weren't about to take any chances, and all it would take was Ayana's signal. Javie eyed the man with an unamused grimace, and by the way he held his weapon, it was clear he was well versed in the art of gunmanship. Even if their weapons failed, the gang still had all of their assigned Rocket pokemon to lean on and the advantage they held against this wannabe vigilantly seemed apparent. This kid had better have one killer ace up his sleeve if he hoped to step out of this mess in one pieced.

                                                        All the while, Mercy proceded to back away from the scene. s**t was getting way too real, and there seemed to be no logical way out. All the while Karma the espeon had placed herself directly infront of her trainer, her forked tail rattling as tension filled the dry air.
                                                        "Com'on Merc, help us out here. Go Carrie on his a** and scrabble his brains er some s**t." Javie barked as he noticed the girl's sudden withdrawal. Scrabble his brains? How in the hell was she suppose to do that? Her figure tensed up, now fully realizing the severity of her previous actions. Mercy raised both hand, once again honing what little she had of psychic ability. Yet, instead of messing with the man, she decided to try and comunicate instead.
                                                        "Please... Get out of here." Her telepathic dialogue begged. "You don't know what you're going yourself into, this is much more complicated than it looks. These guys aren't messing around, piss them off anymore and they will kill you." The tips of her fingers glistened with a luminescent aura as she did this, though it was uncertain how her message would be received.


                                                        You are challenged by
                                                        psychic ghost hunter Mercy!

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                                                Dante Kazai
                                                ▇ ▇ Interaction: Rockets
                                                ▇ ▇ Location: Route 1/Pallet Town


                                                            Dante watched the girl walk over and address the goons. They were apparently under her command so she had to be a figure head of some kind. She harassed the group for being late, leading Dante to wonder what they had planned. There was some confusion over the female with the Espeon but soon the leader's attention fixed on him. Dante smirked and dropped down from the last rocky ledge leading from Route 1, now officially within the borders of Pallet town. "Oh ya right," he scoffed as his Mightyena jumped down to join him. "I don't know what you mean." Dante repeated, mimicking a ridiculously feminine voice and walk as he pushed through the ranks of thugs to end up directly in front of the leader, who held a bear cub pokemon in her arm. Dante returned to his regular posture and stuck a thumb over his shoulder at the trainer with the giant snake pokemon. "Tell that to this joker with the Arbok lookin' like he just got done kicking a Snubbull for fun." Mightyena growled and looked up at Dante, who in turn looked at the woman, dark red hair partially obscuring his hazel eyes.

                                                            "Normal people don't just randomly snap to attention for no reason," Dante noted, a sudden edge of seriousness in his voice. "Maybe you guys should change your body language when you put on disguises," he said with a grin, offering a helpful hint to this 'team' before they all produced firearms and aimed a him, taking him by genuine surprise. "Well that seals the deal doesn't it?" Dante shrugged and looked at the people behind him. He realized there was nothing to say these weren't Triads instead but they certainly weren't just your average citizens, that much Dante knew for certain. After scanning the crew he saw that this girl with the Espeon didn't seem to be quite on the same page as the others. She seemed to be the source of a whispering in his mind, urging him to turn back. It was an odd feeling, but ultimately irrelevant since 'surrender' was never an option with Dante. "Oh, and train your recruits 'cause this chick is not with the program," he chuckled and the hyena pokemon by his side also joined in, effectively laughing in the team's face, despite their weaponry.

                                                            Dante and Mightyena composed themselves soon after and Dante looked around at the group of people he had pushed into. He stood in the middle of them and sized up his competition, back to back with Mightyena who faced the opposite direction. There was seven of them if they all decided to jump in. The pokemon he could see so far were Arbok, Espeon and Teddiursa. Dante's lips tugged into a wry smile. "Y'all wanna retreat or do you wanna get crushed first?"
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" A Challenger Appears ! ! "
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                                                        The small body of water was still and dark, its depths a murky grey as thick clouds rolled in high above, threatening a storm. Now and then the wind would stir its surface, causing small ripples and other disturbances, but for now, the lake remained undisturbed. The wind had died down a fraction, but the man on the television promised it would gain strength later that day. Until then, Mari took advantage of the small window of time between now and the impending storm to do some outdoor scouting. The big boss above had given her and her teammate a task to scope out some territory, and she'd decided to take a second to herself to pause in thought by the (what normally was) beautiful scenery. It was said that Viridian City's lake, located in the south west, had clear, crystal blue waters in which one could see themselves perfectly. Try as she might, though, Mari could not make out her reflection as she stared down. It was just too dark out, the kind where everything was cast in an eerie grey light, but just a shade darker, making her feel as though she were in an old film.

                                                        "Damn." With a slight shrug to herself, Mari reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a small unmarked rectangular container, and from there pulled out a slim clove cigarette before placing it between her lips. The chilly weather was starting to cut through her clothing, and she needed a small light to keep her body going.

                                                        After lighting the end of the clove, she shoved the crinkled box hastily back into her pocket and rubbed her gloved hands together. Though the boss hadn't confided too much to her, Mari knew enough that the mission she had been trusted with was more important than the average scouting run. This was, after all, Team Rocket's old base of operation. That had been back long before she ever joined them all those years ago, so her knowledge of Viridian City was limited. Still, something in her gut told her that there was something here that the Black Triade wanted, or perhaps even needed. But for what? To get the upper hand? Mari could only speculate, and as much as she wanted to voice all of this out loud, thus far she'd barely spoken a word to her partner, Charlie.

                                                        Looking at him now from the corner of her eyes, Mari carefully observed the man, wondering what could possibly be going through his mind. What she knew of him was very, very little, although she rarely spoke of herself either. The vibes that Charlie gave off though was darker than her own, and only made her that much more curious. Well, there was only one way to find out. As smoke exhaled through her nostrils, she gingerly held the cigarette between her index and middle finger, letting her arm dangle by her side as she turned her body slightly in his direction. So far what they had done felt like a normal tour through the town, but it was now time to dig in a bit deeper.

                                                        "So what do you think? How close can we get to the gym before we look a little too nosey?" The Viridian City gym was her best guess as to what the boss was really interested in. "Otherwise, we could just head back... I think it's safe enough to say that this place would be a good steal." A small smile nearly reached her lips, but died down as she took another drag from her cigarette. If Charlie had any thoughts about this territory holding more meaning than just simple power play, she'd let him be the first to admit it.



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                                  As Dante dropped down from the ledge leading into Pallet Town, Ayana's eyes never left his figure. In her arms, Milo the Teddiursa growled slightly, sitting up in its trainer's grasp. "Very impressive," Ayana said coldly, drawing herself to her full height of five feet, four inches. "I can tell your ability to process language works just fine. "

                                  As the grunts around her all simultaneously drew their assigned firearms. Ayana, unfazed by the sudden appearance of the man-made weapons, stepped forward so that she stood just feet away from the red-headed newcomer. All it would take was a simple raise of her hand, Ayana knew, to have this nosy do-gooder disposed of. Gun violence, however, was not the girl's forte-- she preferred a good, old-fashioned pokemon battle, or even a battle of words, to decide on who got to walk away.

                                  "Com'on Merc, help us out here. Go Carrie on his a** and scrabble his brains er some s**t."

                                  Behind her, the brunette girl was slowly backing away.

                                  "You." Ayana turned, her attention switching from Dante to Mercy while Milo's eyes kept watch on the mightyena in case its master decided to prematurely start any battles. "I suggest you not leave so soon. Rockets," Ayana said the word with a slight emphasis as she gave the other young woman a hard look, "Don't abandon a challenge, you see."








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                                  Location || Pallet Town
                                  Company || Mercy, Dante, Rocket Grunts
                                  Mood || Agitated
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                    xxxRun and keep on going...
                    xxxLike nothing is ever going to stand in the way of destiny...
                    xxxFor running is the only way forward...


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                          ocaтιon: Team Rocket HQ



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            Gah!” A screech came from one of the computer rooms of the Rocket base a pink haired female was arguing with the equipment as was the usual proceeding.
            “M-ma’am maybe if you didn‘t hit the machine like you do-”
            Silence! Maybe if you programmed the software properly I would not need to rid you of your placement.” Her Arcanine sat on by her side and 'ark'ed in his agreement with a quick bow of his head. It appeared he did learn his manners from his trainer. Winter eyed the cowering man with a scrutinising glare. “If this happens again you will be demolished from the program.” Unlike most bosses she wasn’t all there most of the time. Because of the crooked fragmentation in her mind. She could be thoughtful one minute and ruthless the next not batting an eyelid to anything or anyone.

            Her eyes closed as she turned and she walked out of the room. Winter sighed heavily raising a hand to her throbbing heart. She would never get used to the adrenaline rush she got when shouting at her minors. But she supposed that would go with time. Only recently she had been raised to Head of Team Rocket, by recently - it had been a year and a half ago, and against her will, odd they would raise a woman to such a position, lets face it men on a lower position than a woman would get growls from the men. As is standard.

            Slowly she ruffled Counts’s fur, getting a satisfied rumble from him while they walked off to the next place of business. The process of checking how many missions where pending, open, complete, or not assigned. Then she would be off for a few training sessions with Baron. She smiled at the thought. It was normally quite rare for a large dragon-bat to move so effortlessly to Team Rockets view of things. But Baron did it very well without protest in the least so he had become a valuable asset to both her and the entire facility.

            Unfortunately for Winter she was the boss, a girl; an innocent looking one at that, and short. What's more is she was working in a smaller, off HQ, base that had mainly men that disliked the fact of having to follow orders from a female boss so tended to pick on the touchy subject of her short, 5'1" stature. Not the best thing to do with a schitzophrenic, hormonal adolesence.

            It now would have been about time for her to head back to base. Head honcho quarters. As she liked to say. In the year odd since her premotion she still wasn't used to all the drastic changes. In people and the two-faced ness of some. That was okay though. She never did take what people thought to heart ever.

            Bzzz! Bzzz!


            Her attention was averted to her reciever in her Rocket jacket pocket. Upon retrieving it a message was flashing brightly on the screen. As planned the memo had been emailed to everyone. At least one person in the team was time concious, she could rely on that. A smirk formed on her small face. For a twenty three year old she didn't always act like it. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked to Count he nodded slowly knowing before she even turned to look at her what was next. Shaking his thick ombre fur he crouched allowing his master to mount his back. Before bolting off in the destination of the so-called meeting with the other staff. At least Ayana knew how to get peoples attention. Threats of getting repremanded obviously would make people move quicker.



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