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Anniversary | Giovanni + ???

It was a special day, one Giovanni did not need marked down in his calendar to remember. He would never forget the anniversary of the day he first met Persian. Though the number this year was not particularly special, Giovanni was happy to take any excuse to dote upon his favorite Pokémon. He'd already taken her for a massage at Kalos’s finest Pokémon Salon, and now was on his way to pick up her gift, the Pokémon in question walking proudly at his side.

Giovanni entered the jewelry store, a ding announcing his presence. No salesperson in sight, but there someone else quietly browsing the displays. There was a noise from the back, and a moment later the jeweler appeared. He nodded to Giovanni, greeting him with a wide smile before glancing briefly down at Persian. “Bonjour! How may I help you today?”

“I’m here to pick up an order for Sakaki Inagawa.”

The older gentleman’s eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, smile creating deep creases at the corners of his eyes and cheeks. “Yes, of course! Just one moment please.” Giovanni nodded his assent, and the man disappeared into the back once more.

Persian sat down beside him to wait, watching the other occupant with narrowed eyes.

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i only want the world to end when i’m done with it

—  sam sax, from “New God of an Antique War,” bury it

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gildinglillies‌:

Although Lillie made it to the boat she’d prepared without incident, she didn’t allow herself to relax until Aether Paradise had disappeared over the horizon behind her. Her escape attempt was far from finished, she knew. Even if no one had noticed her leaving with Nebby, they would quickly realize that it was missing, and it wouldn’t take a genius to connect the dots between a stolen experiment and the girl last tasked with guarding it. But at least she had made it this far.

And maybe she’d be able to stay one step ahead of Team Rocket from here on out. After all, her brother and Type: Null hadn’t been caught yet. She assumed they hadn’t, anyway. Surely the news would have traveled back to Aether Paradise if they had. Back when Gladion had first left and the sting of abandonment still burned, Lillie sometimes secretly wished that he would be found, just so that she could see him again. But now that she was following in his footsteps, she felt like she understood him a little better.

She wondered whether her brother had told anyone where he going, or that he was going at all. Certainly not their parents. But Lillie had considered telling Wicke, who only seemed to have stayed at Aether for the sake of her family. Ultimately she had decided against it, not out of fear that Wicke would report her, but that she might try to talk her out of the danger she was putting herself into.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Lillie turned her attention to the next part of her plan. Making sure the boat’s course was still directed at Melemele Island, she left the helm to search through her duffle bag.

Nebby was still hovering, silent and motionless. She hoped that she would be able to help it eventually, but in order do that, she needed to keep from being found. Reaching deeper into the bag, she pulled out a Rocket grunt uniform and a pair of scissors.

She had stolen the uniform piece by piece over several months, so that they seemed to have gotten lost or mixed up in the wash. While she might not pass as one of the elite grunts at Aether Paradise, there were also less esteemed positions for grunts running the stores and Pokemon Centers around the region. She was hoping to blend into the background at one of those spots until the search for her had a chance to die down. But simply donning a uniform wouldn’t throw them off her trail.

Wielding the scissors with unpracticed but resolute hands, she chopped off the majority of her hair. The long blond strands sunk into the ocean behind her. Her cap hid what remained on her head, helping prevent the distinctive color from giving her away. She had wanted to get her hands on a dye kit, and even some colored contact lenses, but she hadn’t convinced her parents to order any into Aether Paradise. Fortunately, they dismissed her requests as an part of a fashion fad not worth following, and didn’t suspect her true motives. Hopefully she would be able to pick up a set from a beauty parlor once she reached the city.

She folded up her scientist’s clothes and placed them in her bag. They might useful in the future, and were hardly more incriminating than what else could be found there.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to be alright.”

This was becoming a habit, wasn’t it? Well, it’s not like she had anyone else to talk to. And maybe it could hear her in there, even if it wasn’t visibly responding. She just hoped it knew that she wanted to help.

Lillie crouched in the bushes beside the trail to the Ruins of Conflict, trying to come up with a way past the grunts guarding the entrance. She could try walking up directly to them and bluffing her way in, like she’d managed to bluff her way into working at the Pokemon Center in Hau’oli City. But the security for a legendary Pokemon’s location was likely higher than that at a random Pokemon Center.

If she could just draw their attention elsewhere… Lillie picked up a rock and hefted it further down the path. It felt a bit childish, but it had a better chance of causing something to happen than sitting here for the last few hours had.

After weeks of having his grunts search for the stolen Pokémon and the girl who was undoubtedly behind it, Giovanni was fed up. While he had been personally overseeing the investigation, he could not be in every location at once. The reports he had received from the other islands were inconclusive at best, and at worst read as though his team could hardly be bothered to do their jobs correctly. It was why, upon hearing a rumor concerning someone suspicious at the Hau’oli Pokémon Center, Giovanni had flown in to investigate as fast as he could.

News of his arrival was met with an update on the situation: one of the grunts stationed in the city had reported that they’d seen a member of their team with a large duffle bag leaving the city and heading north toward Iki Town.

The tiny town to the north was nothing special, but its proximity to the Ruins of Conflict was caused Giovanni to follow in that direction. The pieces were beginning to come together now. A grunt, they said. So, was that how she had hidden from them for so long? A stolen uniform? And none of his grunts had found this new arrival strange in the slightest, even when they were meant to be on the lookout for suspicious individuals.

Well, that was hardly surprising.

Giovanni arrived at the trail, following it upward to the location his guards were meant to be stationed, only to find... no one. The grunts meant to be watching over the end of the trail were gone, and Giovanni seethed with anger before he heard a rustling in the nearby trees. He stormed over to the source of the noise and found both grunts thoroughly inspecting the bushes just past the tree line.

“What is going on here?” he demanded.


They both stood at attention at the sound of his voice, pale and frightened looking. “Sir!” The braver of the two spoke up, offering a salute which the other quickly imitated. “We were—we’re investigating some um, suspicious activity.”

“There was a noise,” the other added, visibly gulping as Giovanni’s gaze turned to him.


And they both needed to investigate? Giovanni kept the question to himself, not wanting to bother voicing it aloud. All he would get in response was more stuttering and useless explanations.

“Get back to your posts, and do not leave under any circumstances. In the future, should something require your attention I would expect that one of you would be competent enough to handle it without the other completely abandoning their duties.”


“Y-yes, sir!” they stuttered before scuttling off to their places at either side of the trail. Giovanni would properly deal with them later, but for now he preferred not to waste any more time. If the girl was here, she’d obviously managed to evade his grunts. Whatever business she had at the ruins, He quickly hurried along the rest of the trail toward the ruins, arriving at the top of the steep trail and the clearing that opened up before the bridge not long after.

As he approached, he could see the figure of a black-clad grunt with a large duffle bag over their shoulder standing before the bridge. A cap covered their head, but as Giovanni drew closer and it became obvious that they were smaller than the average grunt,

With one hand wrapped around the purple Master Ball in his pocket, Giovanni approached the girl and spoke up, voice carrying clearly even over the sound of the massive waterfall. “So, here you are. I’ll admit, I’m impressed with how long you evaded my men. But you must have known your luck would run out eventually, Miss Lillie.”

Take a Hue from the Rainbow | Lillie & Giovanni [Rocket Reigns UV]

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< Goodnight humans. Sleep well. If you dare. >

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Finally, someone who actually knew what they were talking about!

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thepastagoeson‌:

I said don’t be shy

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Dont be shy.

< HISS. > “HISS.”

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Do you want some spaghetti, cat.

< Your noodles and your visage offend me. Begone, abberation! > “Rrrrow!”

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*holding treats* here kitty kitty.

Did he take her for a simpleton? A mere kitten in the sunrise of her youth, beholden to the fleeting fancies of her stomach? She was no common alleycat, content to feast upon kibble from the palms of the unwashed masses. Only a fool would presume to entice her with such a paltry offering.

< Keep your so-called treats, oh ghostly one. > “Mrrrrrr-ow.”

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< My city now. >

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Giovanni seems to have up and left as he does, but don’t worry, loyal grunts. He left the cat in charge.

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(Dawn, Mimi, or Daigo your choice)

Send “🖊” and I will draw your muse | not accepting

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toptrainer‌:

Green turns his mock-o-meter up to absolute shit. “Aww, got shit in your lungs? Good.”

He had no sympathy for the man’s obvious upset, no matter if it came from a place that both of them could relate to. Not when the guy was trying to blame it on him, which oh, that was nothing Green was going to allow let go so easily.

“Spare me from listening to you act like this is all my fault. You wouldn’t have given two shits if your rhyperior buried me and mine underground. You’re just mad you got dragged down too.”

The words are thick and rancorous out of his mouth, husky by the short breaths he takes against the pain in his limbs. Like hell was he prepared for whatever tauros Giovanni had convinced himself that cleared him of all responsibility—and if there was any smidgen of fortune to be granted to him, Giovanni wouldn’t waste the oxygen detailing it.

Alakazam keeps an eye trained on the tension rising between the pair, while examining with the illuminated spoons their surroundings, and for any way forward. But it was clear there wasn’t: a different cave-in had blocked what had once been a previous route, and wherever it led on was more than likely blocked by their fallen companions. 

Green wasn’t as focused as Alakzam on what was important, but the blocked path beyond Giovanni hadn’t been missed, and didn’t help his already tanked mood. 

“So, we gonna skip you throwing a tantrum to saying anything actually important? ‘Cause the less I see of you, the better.”

Which, maybe turning around and checking the way he came again was a good idea. Maybe they’d miss something. It was better than— god, doing nothing.

Brat.

Giovanni reached into his coat to pull a flask out of one of his many pockets. Even if the liquid wasn’t enough to rid him of the cough, the situation could hardly be worsened by a sip of liquor.

Green’s accusation earned him nothing more than a derisive snort. Obviously Giovanni wouldn’t care if Green’s own stupidity had gotten him killed. But clearly neither one of them cared for the other’s position; it would spare him some irritation if he focused on their predicament rather than belaboring the point. And now he knew with certainty that Green’s Rhyperior was trapped as well.

First and foremost, he needed to get out of the area they were trapped in. If he had to work with the brat to do so, then that would be a necessary sacrifice. Secondary to that was devising a way to get away from Green once they were aboveground. He still had a boat to catch, and he’d be damned if Interpol actually managed to catch up to him when he’d been so close to escaping.

At least the Alakazam seemed disinterested in their argument. The Pokémon had sent its spoons around the room, illuminating the area enough to reveal that there were very few places for them to go. Giovanni didn’t bother to directly answer Green’s question, instead asking, “I don’t suppose your Pokémon is strong enough to lift the rocks?” If it was, Giovanni felt certain that Green would’ve already done so. After all, his own Rhyperior was no doubt his priority in this situation, and surely ranked above checking to see if someone he so clearly disliked had survived.

Vainglorious | Giovanni & Green

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weavile-prince‌:

♚ Today wasn’t going to be very pleasant. Firstly because Silver had had a particularily bad day when it came to practically everything, and secondly because he’d agreed to meet up with his father today. He didn’t know why he’d even agreed to it in the first place. His father would never change from the path he’d set himself on, but there was something inside of Silver that hoped he had, or would, and that’s what he was going to prove to him today.

♚  But there was also another part which knew he wouldn’t.

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Giovanni didn’t know how long he planned to wait for Silver to arrive. He valued his time and loathed having it wasted, but for his son he could make an exception. He wasn’t going to stand around after darkness set, of course, but he could wait quite a long time before that.

Not that he wanted to be standing out in the cold for hours, but Giovanni had something to prove. The scenario where Silver was intentionally very late just to test how dedicated Giovanni was to making amends didn’t seem unfeasible, and he wasn’t going to fall prey to such petty manipulation.

He didn’t have to wait long, however—eventually Giovanni became aware of a figure standing some distance off, warmly dressed in a thick coat and scarf. It was difficult to make out specific features, but Giovanni knew it was Silver almost instantly. Even pulled back, Giovanni would recognize that shade of red hair anywhere. And though he had never seen it in its evolved form before, the Weavile at their side was familiar as well.

But Silver didn’t draw any closer. He stayed standing still, and for a moment Giovanni thought he might turn and run. He didn’t, but Giovanni wasn’t going to give him more time to consider it. He approached at an even pace, and as he drew closer he took the time to look over his son for the first time in years. 

It was expectedly emotional, seeing the difference in Silver now from the smiling child in the photographs Giovanni had kept. He was so grown up. For Giovanni the years had passed and left him relatively unchanged, but Silver was nothing like the last time Giovanni had seen him, a reflection of so much time and so many experiences that he hadn’t been a part of.

But Giovanni had been prepared for this. He had known it would be unpleasant, and kept himself in check, his expression betraying only the barest fragment of the emotion that he was suppressing.

He’d wondered what he would say when he finally saw Silver face to face again, but in the absence of anything coherent it was easier to default to basic pleasantries. “Silver. Thank you for coming,” he said. “I am glad to see you again.” Which wasn’t nearly sufficient to cover the range of emotion Giovanni was currently feeling, but it would have to do for the moment. He doubted Silver would be expressing a similar sentiment.

Heirloom | Giovanni & Silver [Flashback]