“What do you mean there are no takers?” Glacia, of the Hoenn Elite Four, paced anxiously in the boardroom. “Not a single one of them wanted the promotion?” Drake had recently passed, going like he had lived, kicking, facing down wild dragon-types, and screaming his defiance until the very end. The Elite Four was one short, and the League needed a full complement.
The near-bald redhead with his feet up on the table, Sydney, shrugged. “Roxanne and Flannery feel they ain't experienced, Brawly loves his beaches too much, Winona don't wanna cross “business and pleasure”, Norman's got his family, Juan is half-retired, Tate and Liza are just kids, and Wattson is… Wattson.” He took another swig from his bottle. Whatever was inside was enough to make Glacia’s eyes water whenever it swept past her.
Glacia raised a hand to her mouth, then stopped herself. It would be terribly undignified to slip back into old habits. “And that playground near Pacifidlog is completely out of notable names?” she demanded, a blister rising on her ankle as she paced.
Sydney tilted his head over the backrest. “Closed for the season,” he muttered. “Jack-”
“Language.” He was reprimanded by the third member, an attractive young woman with flowers in her hair and a smile that seemed to cover her entire face. Phoebe stood, took Glacia’s hand, and guided the older woman to a seat. “Please, relax. It will all work out.”
Glacia pulled her hand away. “This is the first time in decades the succession to Elite Four has not been smooth. How can I relax in a time of crisis?” Phoebe offered another smile, placing her hands over Glacia’s to stop her biting her nails. “And where's that dandy? Off doing contests in Lilycove again? This never would have happened if Steven was still in charge.”
The intercom in the middle of the table sparked to life. “The vacancy has been filled,” the League Head’s voice announced. “Meet your new colleague;” The doors to the boardroom opened. Revealed was a man with red hair, glasses, and a red coat that fell past his knees. “Eldes, formerly of Orre.”
Archer flicked off the television, folding his arms as he looked out over Slateport’s docks. Hoenn, ever since the Weather Incident, had been at peace. Perfect for his organisation’s aims. After all, the Region Police and Rangers were used to those flamboyant fools, Aqua and Magma. A more subtle organisation would be well-suited to take over right under their noses.
“Oh, boss~” A woman in a lab coat with pink hair down to her hips walked in, holding a stack of papers and reports. She shivered a little as she sat on his desk, crossing her legs and putting her hands on the papers. “I like calling you boss. It makes me tingly.” She giggled girlishly. “And this weather is so much better for my tan lines.”
Archer’s expression didn’t flicker. “Lovrina, it’s unnecessary to keep up the pretense in my office. I have it swept for devices regularly.” He lifted her hand, took the reports, and put her back down as if it were just a paperweight. Mechanically flicking through the reports, he slowly became aware that Lovrina hadn’t left yet, despite her visit’s only purpose to be to drop off this week’s progress.
“Don’t be like that, boss…” Lovrina leaned over until she was lying on his desk. She reached over to touch his cheek, which Archer tolerated with all the patience of an irritated cat. “It’d be awful strange if your ‘wife’ left this ‘private’ office so quickly,” she pointed out, pouting and trailing her finger down his face.
Stone-faced, Archer replied, “Not so strange when she has work that she should be attending to. We’re here for business, nothing more. Now get out.” Lovrina sat up as if stung, and strutted out of the room. It would be lying if Archer did not admit he watched her go. Eldes had been deployed, which would raise the prestige of the Shadow Pokemon Project. All he needed now was to maintain Team Rocket’s presence at a low level. No need to break laws when it wasn’t necessary...
This is an interest check for a Pokemon RPG revolving around the rise of Team Rocket, in Hoenn, via Shadow Pokemon. If none of those appeal, then you're probably not going to like this one.
In short, you will be playing a journeyman trainer, skilled enough for (but not necessarily having) one or two gym badges, with one partner pokemon. This can be any nonlegendary nonmythical pokemon from the Gen 6 Hoenn Dex. I am open to pokemon not on that list on a case-by-case basis. Please note that you will have access to Z-moves and Mega Evolutions, so a certain amount of creativity is needed if your chosen pokemon species doesn't have one, the other, or neither.
Alright. Anyone in?
The near-bald redhead with his feet up on the table, Sydney, shrugged. “Roxanne and Flannery feel they ain't experienced, Brawly loves his beaches too much, Winona don't wanna cross “business and pleasure”, Norman's got his family, Juan is half-retired, Tate and Liza are just kids, and Wattson is… Wattson.” He took another swig from his bottle. Whatever was inside was enough to make Glacia’s eyes water whenever it swept past her.
Glacia raised a hand to her mouth, then stopped herself. It would be terribly undignified to slip back into old habits. “And that playground near Pacifidlog is completely out of notable names?” she demanded, a blister rising on her ankle as she paced.
Sydney tilted his head over the backrest. “Closed for the season,” he muttered. “Jack-”
“Language.” He was reprimanded by the third member, an attractive young woman with flowers in her hair and a smile that seemed to cover her entire face. Phoebe stood, took Glacia’s hand, and guided the older woman to a seat. “Please, relax. It will all work out.”
Glacia pulled her hand away. “This is the first time in decades the succession to Elite Four has not been smooth. How can I relax in a time of crisis?” Phoebe offered another smile, placing her hands over Glacia’s to stop her biting her nails. “And where's that dandy? Off doing contests in Lilycove again? This never would have happened if Steven was still in charge.”
The intercom in the middle of the table sparked to life. “The vacancy has been filled,” the League Head’s voice announced. “Meet your new colleague;” The doors to the boardroom opened. Revealed was a man with red hair, glasses, and a red coat that fell past his knees. “Eldes, formerly of Orre.”
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Z-moves beyond your reach?
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Mega evolutions elusive?
Z-moves beyond your reach?
Come to Viridian Corp!
Our obedience programme is guaranteed to provide you and your pokemon with strength and a new unity!
Archer flicked off the television, folding his arms as he looked out over Slateport’s docks. Hoenn, ever since the Weather Incident, had been at peace. Perfect for his organisation’s aims. After all, the Region Police and Rangers were used to those flamboyant fools, Aqua and Magma. A more subtle organisation would be well-suited to take over right under their noses.
“Oh, boss~” A woman in a lab coat with pink hair down to her hips walked in, holding a stack of papers and reports. She shivered a little as she sat on his desk, crossing her legs and putting her hands on the papers. “I like calling you boss. It makes me tingly.” She giggled girlishly. “And this weather is so much better for my tan lines.”
Archer’s expression didn’t flicker. “Lovrina, it’s unnecessary to keep up the pretense in my office. I have it swept for devices regularly.” He lifted her hand, took the reports, and put her back down as if it were just a paperweight. Mechanically flicking through the reports, he slowly became aware that Lovrina hadn’t left yet, despite her visit’s only purpose to be to drop off this week’s progress.
“Don’t be like that, boss…” Lovrina leaned over until she was lying on his desk. She reached over to touch his cheek, which Archer tolerated with all the patience of an irritated cat. “It’d be awful strange if your ‘wife’ left this ‘private’ office so quickly,” she pointed out, pouting and trailing her finger down his face.
Stone-faced, Archer replied, “Not so strange when she has work that she should be attending to. We’re here for business, nothing more. Now get out.” Lovrina sat up as if stung, and strutted out of the room. It would be lying if Archer did not admit he watched her go. Eldes had been deployed, which would raise the prestige of the Shadow Pokemon Project. All he needed now was to maintain Team Rocket’s presence at a low level. No need to break laws when it wasn’t necessary...
This is an interest check for a Pokemon RPG revolving around the rise of Team Rocket, in Hoenn, via Shadow Pokemon. If none of those appeal, then you're probably not going to like this one.
In short, you will be playing a journeyman trainer, skilled enough for (but not necessarily having) one or two gym badges, with one partner pokemon. This can be any nonlegendary nonmythical pokemon from the Gen 6 Hoenn Dex. I am open to pokemon not on that list on a case-by-case basis. Please note that you will have access to Z-moves and Mega Evolutions, so a certain amount of creativity is needed if your chosen pokemon species doesn't have one, the other, or neither.
Alright. Anyone in?
