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Sept 6, 2016 11:31:33 GMT -5
Post by Pierre Dumont on Sept 6, 2016 11:31:33 GMT -5
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Prepare for Trouble
Azalea Town
1300HRS
The man shifted his eyes left, and then right as he slowly paced into the rural town. It was a reasonable small town which has to be said, and had expanded far beyond its capacity in order to host the Kanto Festival. There were banners and posters.. stalls and competitions.. it was all.. rather sickly and irritating. Children playing, parents gossiping with one another.. what an awful sight.
"Hmph." the man paused, and the Bulbasaur at his heel did the same, looking up towards his owner. "Bulba... saur?" bleeped the little guy before Pierre crouched down and rubbed his companion lovingly. "We're here..." he reassured the grass type pokémon. The pokémon nuzzled back against his hand.
Pierre pulled away a few moments later before fishing through his trouser pockets, revealing a envelope with a small piece of card within in. Unbeknownst to everyone else there letter 'R' in bold print inside which belonged to only one criminal organisation. Team Rocket.
The world had come complacent believing that Team Rocket had disbanded, which was somewhat true.. but there were new faces.. new blood.. and new plots to hatch.
Pierre folded the envelope and return it back to his pocket with no immediate interest in revealing his identity or his purpose at this given moment.
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Sept 6, 2016 12:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Dante Drago on Sept 6, 2016 12:07:49 GMT -5
"I have always enjoyed crashing a party." Dante smiled as he finally reached his destination, he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked over the town. It was packed to the brim with people, Pokemon, and many different things. When Dante heard that so many people would be gathering together in Azalea he knew he had to make the trip himself. The more crowded an area, the easier he could escape into a crowd after a crime, after all. Though, maybe today he would just hold off on that and just enjoy the festivities, something he has not been able to do as of late. He had spent a whole week out in the wilderness, training his Pokemon. Knowing his Pokemon would get in the way of other people, he decided to keep them in their shelter, for now. The crowds were packed, yet they naturally made way for Dante as he was very tall and very muscular. He acted like any other tourist would, a smile on his face and his neck turning every other way every few seconds taking in all the sights. He turned when he heard a kid crying and walked over. "What is wrong, child?" The young boy had snot going down his face as he looked up and began to speak in between sobs. "I...lost...my...mommy." A frown came across Dante's face, as he remembered a time he wandered off and was separated from his mother. He was probably just as scared as this boy was, so he knew he had to help. He grabbed the boy and raised him up high, using his height to bring him above even a tall Pokemon that could block someone's line of sight. Dante looked up to the kid, "Do you see her?" The boy nodded and pointed to a stall across the street. Dante lowered him and carried the boy over in that direction where he was able to reunite the mother and son. "No need to thank me, I am just doing what anyone would do." Dante scratched the back of his head while he smiled at them before moving on. As he passed through, playing games every now and then at a stall, he continued to look for any opportunities. After all, he has always enjoyed crashing a party. Words: 389 Tagged: Pierre Dumont /Open |
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Sept 6, 2016 12:35:57 GMT -5
Post by Pierre Dumont on Sept 6, 2016 12:35:57 GMT -5
▲ "This must be the place.." Pierre admired the house from the outside for a few moments. There was a small front garden, a few front windows. It was single-story and housed a maximum of two to three people. "Haunter.." the man muttered to what seemed like nothingness. Within a matter of seconds the Ghost-type Pokémon appeared beside him, he had been invisible the whole time. The purple pokémon extended his tongue in friendliness to attempt to lick his owner but was blocked by a firm waggle of the index finger.
"I want you to investigate this house.. Haunter.. do you understand?" the pokémon was so eager to please he didn't understand he was breaking laws by trespassing. "it's important you remain invisible until you return to me.. okay?" the Haunter laughed, it all seemed like fun and games to him and without a moment to lose the ghost faded into his surrounding and set off on his mission.
Pierre loitered for what seemed to be the next thirty minutes or so. He made sure he blended into his environment too - spending time with Bulbasaur and exploring the town. He had complete confidence that not only Haunter would complete his task, but also that the mischievous ghost would locate his owner afterwards. This was nothing more than a game of hide and seek for Haunter.
"Well?" the young man asked, raising a few berries he had picked in Ilex Forest on the way to the town. The gigantic tongue appear first scooping them all up as Haunter gobbled them in one go, greedily. "Haaunter!" he wiggled a silly face in happiness before giving the thumbs up to owner. The coast appeared to be clear, and Haunter had inside knowledge know of the house. Pierre smiled with anticipation. "Haunter.. return.." he gave the pokémon a rest sending him back into the pokéball for the time being. "You did well.." a sinister smile appeared on the man's lips.
Pierre and Bulbasaur relaxed beneath a nearby tree, outside of the direct sunlight for their expected arrival. After all.. no member of Team Rocket operated alone..
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Sept 7, 2016 10:31:23 GMT -5
Post by Dante Drago on Sept 7, 2016 10:31:23 GMT -5
Dante decided he needed some fresh air so he moved away from the crowd and walked around the small area right outside the sea of stalls and people. There were a few houses, all nice and homely looking, though they were too small for Dante's liking. Now that he was in a more open area, he could really relax and he released Dratini who appeared before him and began to wrap around Dante as he nudged his face against Dante's. "Haha, enough enough get down Dratini. It is good to see you too." Dratini took to slithering by Dante's side, while the Pokemon was much more maneuverable in the water he was still more than capable of moving around on land. As Dante and Dratini moved through the houses, admiring the sights and the quiet, he noticed a pair of teens behind the cover of the tree. Shaking his head, he tried to make no noise as he passed them as to not interrupt their fun. Up ahead he noticed a dashing man under a tree, and if he didn't focus his attention he would have missed the tiny Bulbasaur laying near him. "The festival too loud for ya?" Dante called out to the man as he made his way closer, unaware what would soon come to pass. The night would soon become much more interesting. Words:226 Tagged: Open/ Pierre Dumont |
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Sept 7, 2016 11:42:38 GMT -5
Post by Pierre Dumont on Sept 7, 2016 11:42:38 GMT -5
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"Hmph.." Pierre acknowledged the man, but wasn't about to make a change in his personality. His Bulbasaur was about as welcoming as his owner, it snarled a little but was reassured by Pierre with a gentle wave of his hand. The well dressed man crouched down inspecting Dratini momentarily. A rare pokémon indeed which meant one of the following either he wasn't a native of Johto or he had been to Blackthorn City famed for the population of dragon pokémon.
"Cute." remarked Pierre. It took an impecably strong trainer to take a Dratini and turn it into a Dragonite, and even stronger trainer to keep hold of such a powerful creature. There were stories of such pokémon going rogue and not bowing to the will of their masters. This Dratini was nothing more than a fry however, and the fascination in the little worm quickly evaporated. Pierre had complete confidence that Bulbasaur would eat him for breakfast. However that wasn't why he was here.
"You must be Mr Drago.." his tone of voice was soft, yet eloquent. There was a melody to his tongue; and he shifted in his pocket for a few seconds before dangling an envelope in his hands. His Bulbasaur acting upon intuition extended his vines and lifted the envelope towards the muscle-man who stood before them. "I suspect you will find this quite interesting.." even quieter now, not to draw too much attention to themselves.
He brushed his fringe to one side, revealing his true pale complexion allowing the man the time to read the letter provided. Pierre wasn't sure if he had received his own orders; or if his movements had been predicted. It was all irrelevant really. In fact thinking about it was growing bothersome. "I would advise disposing of that memo almost immediately." the man added calmly before retracing his previous steps, leading the other gentleman to the house he had inspected previously.
"Well.. are you in.. or are you out?"
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Sept 7, 2016 12:16:11 GMT -5
Post by Dante Drago on Sept 7, 2016 12:16:11 GMT -5
Dante chuckled as he read the letter. What were the odds, especially nowadays he would run into another Team Rocket Member. "And I thought the night was starting to get a little boring. Two heads are better than one they say, right?" Dante pulled out a lighter and lit the letter on fire and watched it burn on the ground. Dante cracked his neck before looking at the man. He did not recognize the man, though to be honest he did not get too comfy with other TR members. Especially back then when all they would do was get in his way. Dante was smarter now though, and he realized now that Team Rocket was in shambles that they needed to work together otherwise it would never rise to the heights it reached ever again.
"Are you ready for our first job together, Dratini? You will be key to its success." He softly petted the Dratini before following the man. Dante looked him over again, and he could tell just by the way he walked that this would be interesting. This man seemed very capable, and it was this kind of man that Team Rocket needed if it wanted to be successful again. Looking at the Bulbasaur, Dante was a bit surprised as he had never seen one so vicious looking, it looked ready to strike at any moment. It must have learned that nature from it's master. He looked back towards his new ally, a smile formed on Dante's face, "Let's do it." Tagged: Open/ Pierre Dumont |
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Sept 7, 2016 13:07:11 GMT -5
Post by Pierre Dumont on Sept 7, 2016 13:07:11 GMT -5
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"Excellent.." Pierre allowed a small grin to form before leading the way. His previous investigation had shown that following an alleyway led into the back garden of the property, there was just the matter of hopping over a small fence.. and well here they were. To make matters even more convenient the backdoor was already wide open. Pierre's head turned to the new man and gave him the eyes of warning, to proceed with caution and absolute professionalism. It was important they secured the package in one piece.
"Ehem." he cleared his throat under the cover of the evening's activities. Most of the approach he had already thought through in his mind, he wasn't the type of guy to leave things to chance. Although he wasn't really a sharer of concepts and the newcomer would need to play along, or find himself at sea quickly. "Bulbasaur.. you know what to do!" he whispered, the pokemon jumped enthusiastically hopping playfully towards the backdoor as he turned his head backwards to seek approval.
Thumbs up followed for Pierre. "You may want to cover your face.." and with that the bulb openly so gracefully spouting golden powder into the house. It was a reasonably small dosage, Bulbasaur was still in his youth and had a lot of development to do - however it would be a sufficient enough dose to deal with smaller animals or more vulnerable persons. Several minutes later, the pokémon concealed the bulb again before skipping back to Pierre "Bulba... bulba...saur" he chimmed pleased with his efforts. He was rewarded generously. "Well done Bulbasaur.." lauded his owner, reaching into his pocket and tossing him a few berries.
No doubt the man observing beside him had clocked what occurred, and therefore he didn't explain it to him. Still with his mouth, and face covered with his suit jacket raised he led all four of them into the house through the backdoor, which happened to be the pantry. There was a haze about the place, as the powder blended with the natural air and slowly spread itself about the confines of the house. "My job is done.. I'll leave the rest to you..." Pierre signaled for the man to proceed, it was probably best at least one of them stayed on guard - besides the other man seemed much more heavy duty, capable of doing the 'hard work'.
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Sept 7, 2016 13:24:02 GMT -5
Post by Dante Drago on Sept 7, 2016 13:24:02 GMT -5
Dante immediately knew what was going on when he was told to cover his face. He was surprised the young Pokemon was able to let out this amount so young. He knew Bulbasaur would grow to be very powerful if his trainer was worth anything. He put his face into his arm, covering his eyes mouth and nose from the powder. If things went this smoothly, then Dante really did not have much to do, which he didn't mind that much about. There is no way he would turn down easy money. "Well, step one is done. Now comes the easy part." He knelt down and began to whisper something to Dratini, with a nod they both made their way deeper into the house. The house was very nice looking and very tidy. A snap could be heard as Dratini sprung into action as soon as he saw the target as he began to quickly wrap himself around an old man. He could barely resist, and now any fight he had left in him was gone as Dratini kept his arms and legs tightly together. Dante reached down and picked him up and put him over his shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Kurt. Hope you don't mind if we go on a little trip." With a smile he began to head back to meet with Pierre, bounty in hand. Tagged: Open/ Pierre Dumont |
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Sept 9, 2016 18:50:25 GMT -5
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Post by Vincent McAnime on Sept 9, 2016 18:50:25 GMT -5
Then, perhaps one of the worst things possible happened to the Rockets: There was a loud knock at the front door. On the other side was a red-headed teenage boy, with similarly colored eyes. He had a red hoodie tied around his waist, a black t-shirt with a skull on it, and smelled a little like fish.
"Maybe Kurt's not home." He said to the Torchic perched on his shoulder. He'd been at the festival, when just beyond the stalls, he saw a purple shape hopping through the grass. A Pokemon. He'd followed it, and he was pretty sure it was in the backyard.
"I don't think he'd mind if I just went in the ba-" Vincent said, and received a sharp nip on the ear in response.
"Torchic!" Beaky scolded him.
"Alright, alright, I'll wait a little longer." Vincent said.
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Sept 10, 2016 2:46:26 GMT -5
Post by Pierre Dumont on Sept 10, 2016 2:46:26 GMT -5
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Everything was going as planned the 'package' had been secured and they were just about to wander outside and enjoy their spoils.. that was right until there came a knock at the door. The two men looked at one another. Pierre's eyes told the story of a thousand words to Drago. They needed to escape, and quickly.
Their options were narrowed down quickly, there was no option of getting Kurt to open the door he was out cold, they couldn't pretend to him neither of them were nearly as old. The two of them stumbled out into the backyard.
"Hmph.. it appears we have a meddler.." Pierre announced noticing a trainer with his Torchic loitering around Kurt's house. "Go on ahead.. I'll deal with this shrimp.." He nodded to Drago.. the delivery information was within the note he provided to him. Besides he was relatively unique and would be easy to track down. As much as Drago would be of use to stand and fight.. the mans muscles would provide invaluable to getting Kurt into the hands of Team Rocket.
"Well.. well.." Pierre smirked, adjusting the collar of his suit jacket as Bulbasaur growled from his heel. "It's not too late to walk away.." although he was hoping his opposite number wouldn't. This could be.. interesting.
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Sept 10, 2016 12:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Dante Drago on Sept 10, 2016 12:33:08 GMT -5
"Awww, I wanted to deal with the shrimp. Fine, I will let you have all the fun." With a cheeky salute, Dante made his way to the back of the house. Dante would prefer to be the one giving orders, as he was not the best with authority and he had a good head on his shoulders, but right now Team Rocket could not afford any more infighting then what already happened right after the collapse. Groups of lowly members rose up and tried to fight among each other. So for the sake of the organization, and as long as the money was good enough, Dante would listen and obey. Well, for the most part. As Dante made his way out of the back he decided to move to the side of the house into some trees. There he would wait for a little and see how his "leader" would deal with this intruder. Dante had complete control over his situation as he could easily knock Kurt out again if he ever woke up before he was long gone from this place. "Let's see what you got, kid." Tagged: Vincent McAnime Pierre Dumont
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Sept 11, 2016 1:04:37 GMT -5
Post by Vincent McAnime on Sept 11, 2016 1:04:37 GMT -5
Vincent was getting tired of waiting. He thought it was a Nidoran that he was pursuing, but he supposed that he could get one later. Kurt was probably at the festival, and while he knew him, he didn't think he should go into his backyard while he wasn't around.
"What do you think, Beaky? Want to go back to the festival?" Vincent asked. He looked at his shoulder, and saw that his Pokemon was gone. "Beaky?"
"Tor! Torchic!" Beaky said. She had perched on a windowsill, and seemed very agitated by what she had seen. Vincent peered in, and gasped. Kurt was passed out on the floor! That was bad!
"Torchic!" Beaky said, heading to the backyard. She had heard voices. Vincent ran after her, and the sight he saw made his breath catch in his throat. There was a very handsome man. A very very handsome man. Vincent knew he had never seen him before, since he knew he'd remember him.
"H-hi!" Vincent said. Then he remembered his mission. After Beaky nipped him on the ear. "Kurt's passed out on the floor! We need an ambulance!" He was willing to guess that this man was probably one of Kurt's relatives. They were probably visiting for the festival.
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Sept 11, 2016 2:24:55 GMT -5
Post by Pierre Dumont on Sept 11, 2016 2:24:55 GMT -5
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The stranger appeared, a trainer with a rather aggravating Torchic. Pierre clocked into acting mode immediately, his facial expressions reflecting the distress of the trainer. He fit the bill for a visiting relative, he was smartly dressed which explained perhaps he had traveled far. "Oh.. thank you for coming so soon!" Pierre wept a little "he collapsed about five minutes ago.. I've been trying to find what happened." he looked frazzled. "You don't look like a paramedic.." Pierre questioned, raising an eyebrow at the man and pointing to his phone. "Where's your ambulance?" he sighed, shaking a little from the whole shock of the situation or at least pretending.
"I think it's his diabetes.." Pierre scolded. "He eats them darn Apricorns as if they were popcorn.. so full of sugar.." Pierre sighed "I've looked around for his medicine everywhere but I can't find it.." a complete lie, Kurt wasn't diabetic but how could a stranger know that. The house was full to the brim of full and empty bags of the fruit, if you didn't know Kurt. Bulbasaur joined in with the performance now, with a mellow and sad "Bulbaaaa." crocodile tears rolling down his face.
Pierre made sure he was noticeable getting agitated with his phone. "Please could you stay here and look after him? I need to go fetch an ambulance.." Pierre without waiting for an answer thanked him for agreeing, the well-suited man slipped out of the garden before speeding off into the town centre.
Pierre didn't return. Pierre didn't even attempt to look for an ambulance. For the house was empty, nothing more than a few pieces of furniture that had been knocked over during the kidnapping. As soon as the young trainer discovered that.. it would be too late.
Pierre and Dante had become divided. But he hoped the man wasn't as incompetent as other Team Rocket members, and that he was wise enough to follow simple orders.
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