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Redemption (Oak & Giovanni)

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The sun was shining, the Pidgey were chirping, and Oak was having a great day. He had gotten out of a presentation in Vermillion earlier than expected, and he had decided to take a midday walk out to Route 11 to watch some battles and see the new generation of Trainers.

He looked back in front of him and resumed watching the battle. Before him, two young Trainers were locked in a fierce battle. On one side, a Vulpix was working up a fiery whirlwind for a Fire Spin, and on the other, a Nidorino was rushing forward, ready to strike with Fury Attack.

Seeing the Nidorino brought Oak back to his days as a Trainer. What a life it was. The travelling, the fans, and the heat of battle made Oak’s youth a very exciting one. But that time was over, and Oak was an old researcher, far from the thrills of battle he once knew.

Suddenly, a whisper shook Oak out of his daydream. He turned towards the source of the sound, and saw a man wearing a black trench coat and a hat leaning up against the cliffs by Diglett’s Cave. The man turned, revealing his face. Oak instinctively took a step back.

“Giovanni?”

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♪ !

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Everybody Knows / Leonard Cohen

And the Sky Began to Scream / How to Destroy Angels

Kinda I Want To / Nine Inch Nails

Entombed / Deftones

Bonus track

What’s New Pussycat / Tom Jones

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Caved In | Giovanni and Tabitha

@stealexploitprofit Mt. Chimney was where that one special meteorite is, he said. Mt. Chimney was where everything important was going to happen, he said. Well, what he didn’t say was that this was going to be tedious work. Tabitha silently fumed in the dark caves of the aforementioned active volcano. Maxie was certain that the meteorite that Team Magma needed was in these caves somewhere, but Tabitha was getting no luck. Even the help of his Zubat’s echolocation did nothing to aid the frustrated Magma Admin. Tabitha paced around the dusty cave system, waving his flashlight in every nook and cranny. He took careful note of the shiny stones in the wall, and carefully removed the ones of value. Who knew? Maybe Maxie would be fine with some evolutionary stones until the meteorite finally turned up. Maybe the meteor was, oh, maybe in Meteor Falls? Tabitha chuckled spitefully to himself. If it was actually there and easily accessible, he was going to be furious. Suddenly, there was a horrible cracking coming from all sides. Tabitha’s eyes widened. No, it couldn’t be! He knew this sound well, and this was a terrible time for him to be hearing it. As the tunnels around him collapsed, the Magma Admin shouted in anger. He kicked a stalagmite in front of him, knowing fully well that it wouldn’t help the situation.

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

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Lillie stood outside the door to the lab, trying to keep her breathing even. This was the best chance she’d had in years, it could be the best chance she’d ever get. If she blew it now by looking too nervous, she would never forgive herself. With most of Team Rainbow Rocket’s forces off in another dimension with Giovanni, she had finally been able to volunteer for guard duty without raising suspicion. Scientists in lab coats standing guard instead of uniformed grunts had become a common sight in the last few days due to the general lack of personnel. The only thing standing between her and project NBY were a couple of locks, and she already held the keys.

The first key came with guard duty, and would allow her to open the door behind her. The second key had been a bit harder to obtain, but Lillie had swiped it from her parents’ room, made a copy, and returned it before they noticed it was gone. Maybe her mother and father kept quiet about their disagreement with Team Rocket's goals in order to keep Giovanni from closing down Aether's research facilities, or worse, perhaps they actually agreed with Giovanni's plans of multiversal domination. Either way, if they hadn't stood up to Team Rocket yet, she couldn’t expect that asking them nicely to put a stop to the experiments would work now. She’d have to free Project NBY on her own.

She had taken to calling the Pokemon Nebby in her head, as a more pronounceable version of the project code assigned to it. That assumed the creature even was a Pokemon; the scientists couldn’t seem to agree. Classifications aside, it certainly didn’t resemble anything else known to science. Lillie had caught sight of its floating form a few times, before the researchers had figured out how how to properly contain it.

With one final glance to confirm that the hallway was clear, Lillie unlocked the door and stepped into the lab. In the center of the room sat a cage, a black spot surrounded by the white floor and walls. A few other items were scattered about, mostly papers and measuring equipment, but also a white duffle bag that Lillie had snuck in earlier. She walked over to pick up the bag before approaching the cage and using her second key to release the hatch.

Based on the behavior she had observed when the creature got loose, Lillie expected it to fly out immediately, so she took a step back from the container. After a few moments without any noticeable movement, she leaned forward to peer inside the cage. Nebby appeared to have taken a different form, with a hard yellow shell. Perhaps it had evolved since the last time she saw it, although some Pokemon could change their form without actually evolving. It appeared to be sleeping, levitating a few inches in the air with a serene expression.

Lillie reached into the box and gently pulled Nebby out. It didn’t react to her touch, so she simply transferred it to the duffle bag, zipping it closed. That part of the plan went much easier than she expected, since she thought she might have to convince a frantic Pokemon to stay hidden. The next step could be more difficult. Plan A was to walk out of the facilities without anyone questioning her. Plan B was to lie through her teeth until the person questioning her either let her go or detained her. She really hoped Plan B wouldn’t be necessary.

As Lillie prepared to exit the room, her mind wandered back to stories she’d heard of the world before Team Rocket rose to power. Apparently, kids around her age used to go on Pokemon journeys, setting out from home with a single partner and eventually building a strong team. Not too different from her own situation, although she wasn’t at all sure that she would be able to return home at the end of her journey.

“We’re in this together, aren’t we Nebby?” Lillie said softly, half to herself and half to the creature dozing in her duffle bag. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway.

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Destined Distaste || Giovanni + Lysandre

Lysandre sat with his eyes closed, back of his head against the cold brick of the buildings side. It was the type of dusk cool that leaked through the hood of his worn jacket and chilled the back of his head. This place had likely been in the shade the entire day, leaving it chilly despite the summer sun beating down on the rest of Kalos. Casting his eyes up, he could see the pink, yellow, lavender colors of the setting-sun sky. It would be beautiful to sit outside right now, on a hill outside the city somewhere, in a light jacket for when the humidity started to disappear and the chill settled down in, and maybe the dew dropped and dampened everything. Left little droplets, catching dying sunlight, or the light from screens, or the moon, then refracting it back like a kaleidescope, or like tiny gems. Hundreds of of little precious stones on display for no cost. 

But that wasn't where he was. He was in the city, in an alley, which smelled like cigarette smoke, alcohol and leftover food thrown away to rot. This was the only place inside a city he could close his eyes for a moment, if only to get a half seconds rest before finding some cheap food.  Or working for some leftovers in a shady dive that was understaffed, as he had before. 

Whatever. Think of the cool bricks on the back of his head, not the uncertainty of the future or the hunger in his stomach, the kind which he could never fill. His own fault. He couldn't mope about like this when he was own doing. 

He only wished that he was alone. Lysandre knew from the start that he wouldn't be; alleys like this were the domain of late night illicit meetings, and resting places of men who lacked homes. He probably looked to fit right in with the latter; desperately in meed of a haircut and a trim of his beard, clothing tattered and dirtied. Even some of the red of his hair appeared black from the volume of dirt that he'd ended up having caked in. He could stand that the least of all his conditions.

Regardless, he could hear the voices of other people. The sound of their footsteps coming closer, laughter, conversation. With his eyes drifting closed and thinking of nothing, their words came into focus at the front of his mind. 

“Yeah, man, w e can do that. Seems like a good thing to me. More reach for you, more stuff for us. And a damn sponsor. And all we have to do is help you bring in your chapter.” The way they were speaking sounded like something along the lines of a gang chat. It roused a fighting reaction inside of Lysandre’s stomach; really, these were among some of the worst people. For added salt in that little wound, one of them spat at him as they passed – they probably thought he was some homeless ruffian. They weren’t totally far off, granted, but still….it felt bad. Even when he had money, he never gazed down at other men in that way. And if he did, he tried to correct it.

His anger was bubbling a bit, but the next thing set him off. It was just one word he heard in passing – Rocket – but in the context of the moment he knew what it had to be. Team Rocket. A group he’d heard of, read of, and never approved of. The people that he actively thought were the type to ruin the world.

Okay, perhaps he was jumping to conclusions – but that thought didn’t occur to him. Lysandre was already up, stepping towards the nicest-dressed of the group, and grabbing his shoulder firmly. “Rocket isn’t welcome here.” He made his voice as low and dangerous as possible. Combined with his somewhat gravelly tone from being parched and not talking too often, he felt he cut a passably intimidating figure.

The look on the face of the guy who spat at him earlier said as much; he was a shorter man, so Lysandre’s height and width probably made the guy feel like a Joltik looking at a furious Ursarang.

His grip grew slightly tighter on the man’s shoulder. “You’re the one in charge, right? You’re dressed it. Send your pals away. I want to have a chat.”

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can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh one week hiatus? thank youu

Well look at you!  Mr Big Shot, needing a little time off.  It’s almost as if you had an important meeting coming up, and weren’t quite prepared for it.  Don’t worry, boss man, I’ve got you covered.  Consider the big man on hiatus until May 19th!  I’ll watch things around here; you just go take care of everything you need to do.  We’ll see you then.

~ Manectric-mod

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A Formal Mentor [Flashback] • Sabrina & Giovanni

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It had been a few months since she ran away from her home in Saffron City. She had been on the run (not really, she hid on Kanto Route 08) since discovering her telekinetic powers and injuring an older student from her school. Though, in her defense, the student had it coming; they were a bully and kept calling her a 'freak of nature.' She was tired, hungry, and surviving as best as she can. Honestly, she probably couldn't survive by herself; she had help from a new friend, an Abra she rescued from trainers.

She had gotten so used to living in the wild, that Sabrina forgot how to interact with others. So, when she first ran into the older gentleman, she was terrified. The young girl tried her hardest to teleport away, but something about him made her stay. It was probably his calming voice. Or how he presented himself to her. Whatever the reason, the young psychic followed him. He did say that he'd help her control her powers and become her mentor. Hearing this, it didn't take long for her to open up and talk to him.

"I won't hurt people anymore, right, Mr. Giovanni?" The young girl asked. Sabrina was excited that she's finally be able to control her psychic abilities without hurting anyone again. "Can I also bring Abra with us? She also needs to control her powers."

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Uh, 911? I'd like to report some suspicious activity. Can we get Officer Looker on the case? This Giovanni guy is definitely up to no good. (requesting everyone's fav interpol agent please and thank you!!)

Um, what?  Sorry, you know I don’t speak villain.  Isn’t there any way we can get some help over here?  Police, Interpol, anyone?  If only we could get Officer Looker--he’d get the job done!  Let’s hope someone reserves him soon; with all these bad guys afoot, the National Park isn’t safe!

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Sunday evenings meant one thing- work. 

Nimble fingers threaded through mused locks, lips twitched in slight annoyance. No one ever said being a Gym Leader was easy work.. then again, he’d been putting off this load for almost a week. Tch. Not like it was his fault. Daisy had come up with the brilliant idea of dragging him away to Johto for some much needed, quote on quote, “sibling bonding time”. The ticking of his clock and pens scratches provided the only sounds in the otherwise silent office.  After 30 more minutes passed, Green let out a frustrated sound. To hell with this, he thought, I need some coffee. Viridian was one of those cities that went dead after 11, people bundled in their warm homes, safe from harms way. (Not that anything remotely dangerous occurred nowadays.)

So after purchasing his drink, the last person the brunette expected to see was him. In the years the man had been away, he seemed poised and regal as ever. Their aura was thick, silently commanding your respect and nothing less. Inhaling sharply, Green kept his composure and forced himself to not grip the cup tighter. 

“Been a while, Giovanni.”

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Interrupted Negotiaion | Giovanni & Morty

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Herbal medicine wasn’t the preferred choice for most trainers. Many advances in modern medicine had made its use unnecessary for the most part, and the taste was foul enough to make Pokemon grumpy. However, there were the minority trainers who preferred the all-natural method to healing their Pokemon. Some veteran trainers practiced this method, justifying it as a way to help their Pokemon overcome hardships. 

The Salveyo Weed, known to cure paralysis, could be found growing at the bottom of the Lake of Rage. It was one of the few remedies the young up-and-coming trainer from Ecruteak City had yet to try for himself, but obtaining the weed was another feat. Without a Poliwag or any other water type Pokemon of his own to make it easier, a young Morty took it upon himself to brave the lake’s cold water and collect the aquatic plant for his ailing Pokemon, paralyzed by the electric shock of a wild Flaaffy. 

Not many people were brave enough to swim in the water of the Lake of Rage, for two reasons. One, the fear of Gyarados becoming suddenly enraged. Two, the lake itself was notoriously cold. In reality, Morty wasn’t quite sold on the benefits of Salveyo weed. Conventional medicine would surely work just fine for his Gastly, but Salveyo weed was one that his grandparents swore by as trainers. Harvesting the weed would be a daunting task, but surely it wouldn’t be so bad once he adjusted to the water’s temperature.

Or so he thought. 

Even in the midst of summer, the lake was still too cold to get used to. He had only managed to get his legs wet below the knees before turning back around. This was a task that was best left to the Poliwag. 

After cutting his losses, the young trainer ventured back to Mahogany Town to heal up at a Pokemon Center, for the second time since he arrived to train at the lake. Without a PokeMart in the small town, it was difficult for trainers to stock up on much needed items to train or challenge Pryce. He was foolish to not stock up on items before heading this way, but he had not expected to run into this problem.

And then he remembered the small and unassuming souvenir shop that rested before the gate to Route 43. He had visited it a few times before in the past, mainly to buy a commemorative trinket for himself. Surely, they carried items for trainers too? How else could anyone prepare themselves for the journey to the two cities surrounding the small mountain town?

Morty peered into the glass window of the shop, shortly after arriving. The lights seemed to be dimmed, even though the sign on the front said they were open. Among the shop’s merchandise, he could see different kinds of souvenirs, but no healing items in plain sight. He felt hesitant to go inside, not seeing anyone behind the counter or on the floor. 

“Hello?” He announced himself, cracking open the front door. Just as he thought, there wasn’t anyone present, but there was evidence that indicated someone had been here. The radio behind the counter was still turned on, playing soft easygoing music. Among the noise, the muttering of conversation took place behind a closed curtain in the back, but Morty couldn’t make out a word that was spoken.

“Helloooo?” Morty repeated. raising his voice a bit. The conversation from the back of the store seemed to pause. “Is anyone here?”

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Limit Break ║ Guzma & Giovanni

         Guzma rolled out of bed with a bad attitude.  He hadn’t slept—like most nights, he lay fitful and restless until he resigned himself to yet another night without sleep.  This time it was dreams of Ultra Space that haunted him, and he cursed himself for snapping out of his daze in a cold sweat and racked nerves.  It was still early.  The sky outside was a soft grey, and the houses and trees were bathed in the sheer mist of dawn.  Everyone in Iki Town was asleep, but they would be awake soon enough, and it would be sooner still when Hala pounded on the door of his borrowed cabin.  Guzma had no desire to listen to the old man’s lectures today.

         He quickly dressed himself in his favorite faded black joggers and hoodie.  They were comfortable, and warm, and reminded him of better—of worse—times.  He frowned and pulled the hood up over his head.  To hell with Hala.  To hell with Nanu.  He didn’t need their fucking pity; he didn’t need their fucking charity.  Guzma slammed the door behind him and strode off, sliding his sunglasses over his eyes.  His anger brought him all the way to Hau’oli City’s beach.  The lolling and crashing of waves upon the golden shores were gentle and soothing, washing over it with an easy flow.  His footsteps left deep imprints in the sand.  Guzma stood underneath the old boardwalk, his hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie.

         It was quiet down here, secluded, shaded from curious eyes above.  He’d spent a lot of time here as a child—too much time, time he’d rather forget.  A glance at a half-submerged pillar, its concrete side encrusted with barnacles, and he saw a child sobbing uncontrollably and hugging his knees close to his body.  In another spot, the same child wiped away tears on a face beaten black and blue.  Guzma scowled.  He could hear the gleeful shrieks of children and the splashing of their parents chasing them in the water behind him.  Bitch ass tourists, he thought, regarding them with hate.  They were too noisy: the Wimpod he enjoyed feeding would be too scared to visit him now.  Coming here was a bad idea.  Fuck these people.

         Guzma left the beach feeling more sour than before.  He pulled the hood up over his head and kept his gaze low.  The beach city was waking up now, and tourists and citizens alike had the same brilliant idea to enjoy the day’s brilliant sunshine.  It wasn’t so brilliant to him.  He began his slow walk back to Iki Town.  Old man Hala would lecture him when he returned, he knew.  But he’d fucking take it as he had all the other lectures—they were the same thing each time, even if he worded them differently.  Guzma didn’t need Hala to tell him he was a fuckup.  He already knew.

         Even with his hood pulled up and his hands in his pockets, people stared at him.  And even when he tried to stay out of sight, people recognized him.  He was too tall, he was too noticeable, he was too fucking awful.  Guzma heard them whisper.  He heard their fears.  He was everything they said about him and more.  “Tch,” he muttered darkly.  He cursed himself and kept walking, his posture moving into a heavy slouch.

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⛔️📊🎁

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

Overall Lillie tends to follow the rules and disapproves of those who blatantly disrespect the law. However, having stolen Nebby from Aether Paradise, she’s understanding of people who break the law under extreme circumstances. Her reasoning is that laws are intended to protect people and Pokemon, so if a law needs to be broken in order to accomplish that goal, it’s okay. When faced with someone breaking the law for reasons she didn’t agree with, she would probably try to reason with the person to convince them to stop.

📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse?

Lillie is fairly happy with the state of the world, although she certainly sees room for improvement. Her work rehabilitating Pokemon on Aether Paradise has shown her that people can be careless about their impact on wild Pokemon and the environment, and she hopes to spread awareness about these things. Given her outlook on the world as mostly nice, it could certainly be worse, but Lillie doesn’t usually spend time thinking about such possibilities.

🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not?

Lillie celebrates her birthday privately, just taking it as a moment for appreciation and reflection on the past year. Since she didn’t know many other children when she was younger, birthday parties were only family affairs, which trailed off as she got older and Lusamine’s state of mind worsened. Because of this, she doesn’t consider her birthday something she’d celebrate with other people.

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☞ Looker

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Looker is a wonderful choice because I have actually played him before, but not since before SuMo came out!

The thing I like about Looker is I think he can be both the comic relief and the serious cop, if need be.  He’s very gentle and friendly towards people, which often makes his existence seem comical.  He’ll decorate a ticket with glitter, he talks a bit funny depending on what language he’s speaking in, but at the same time, he’s a member of Interpol for a reason.  He’s really, really good at his job.

Maybe because people often underestimate this funny, nice fellow that wouldn’t want to hurt a fly.  Because yes, he never wants to hurt people, but he’s damn good at arresting people safely and without issue.  He has more heart than a lot of people in Interpol, too.  Nanu left because he hated how Interpol was run, among some other things.  Looker stays because he knows the world needs good people out there.  He cares so deeply about everyone.

He’s a bit of an awkward fellow, actually.  He is friendly but he isn’t super well-versed in how to talk to people.  But Looker loves children and loves to help.  He hates to make tough decisions, but he will.  He’s extremely law-abiding, perhaps maybe too much.  He might not go against the law even if he thinks the law is wrong, because he doubts himself a lot.  He’s an extreme lawful good, to say the least.

If Looker could take every enemy out of being bad, he would, though.  But he’s very by-the-book and you’ll never have a problem with him unless you MAKE a problem.  Then he won’t be afraid to fight back.  He works best in partnerships, though, so on his own, he might be uncoordinated enough for you to take him down.  When he’s partnered up with someone more serious like Nanu or Anabel, then he is even more so a force to be reckoned with.

They often bring him back from his overly optimistic ways and be realistic.  He is damn smart and he’s great.  Aahhh, I love him.

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{I’m going Giovanni on this one because I had some songs for him beforehand, haha.}

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01. Lancer - Clark Powell // 02. Vegas Lights - Panic! At the Disco // 03. The Hands That Thieve - Streetlight Manifesto // 04. Human - Rag’n’bone Man // 05. I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons // 06. Black - Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi (ft. Norah Jones)