there's nothing inherently wrong with the world; the sun still rises in the morning and sets in the evening; people still go about their daily lives, fulfilling whatever commitments they have and yet, something feels off.
you can't put your finger on it. maybe it's that strange look that passerby gave you yesterday. maybe it's the way the moon hangs in the night sky, or maybe it's the way people seem to be on edge, as if they all have something to hide. people walk around with suspicious eyes, always wary of their surroundings and their actions. you attribute it to them simply being cautious. you choose to ignore the signs.
but it's only a matter of time.
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Vya hadn't been in Hoenn long, but already he found himself involved in a massive mission, working with Team Rocket to take over Verdanturf. Arceus, he didn't even know what that was, had never been there before.
But that didn't stop him from taking his Pokemon and sneaking in ahead of time, finding an abandoned computer in the back of the Pokemon Center. Sneaking through the window, he set перегрузка on guard, watching the door, while обвинять watched the window. ошибка vanished into the computer system, beginning their work, and Vya slipped into the chair, fingers flying on the keys.
The system was laughably unprotected, and before long Pokemon were being funneled back to their headquarters, protected from anything that might happen in the upcoming hours. The man's fingers twitched, longing to funnel some into his own box, but seeing as he was still trying to earn Team Rocket's trust, he resisted the urge, and kept up his work.
It was beginning to storm out, and he knew he didn't have much time left.
Erin had arrived way too early, and the anxiety of knowing something would happen soon without knowing exactly when was killing her. Thus, she set out to do what any other bored terrorist would do in the minutes leading up to an attack: get something to drink.
She'd picked a nice table in the local Pokémon Center's, ordered herself a mochaccino that she likely wouldn't be paying for once Rocket struck, and tentatively connected to the network, just to see if she could find anything interesting.
Odd. What she finds is definitely interesting, in a way she hadn't initially expected. Half-way through her scan she notices a large amount of packages being sent from the local network to a domain she knows all too well.
"Can't be far," she whispers, letting her Porygon2 guide her towards her fellow Rocket member.
When she finally makes it to the room where all the action was taking place, Erin finds a team of baby pokémon guarding a young man. Amused, she speaks up, "Stealing cookies? I'll help." Her tone is far from reproaching, but she'd have no trouble picking a fight if that's what the other wanted.