Not too far into the cave, Dorian could hear the sounds of snarling. Investigating further into the cave, he could see a small Growlithe pup standing its ground, growling at him angrily. Unlike the other wild Pokemon in the Region he's encountered, this one seemed different. Whatever it was, the Incineroar stepped up to her, only to immediately feel Intimidated by her presence.

The Growlithe wasted no time, building up her Agility, before charging the Incineroar and attempting to rip out his throat with a Crunch. All the Incineroar could do was bring up his arm to guard against the attack. Though the Growlithe attempted to bite into him, she wasn't able to get too far, only serving to annoy the creature more than anything.

"Bulk Up and Drain Punch!"

The Incineroar would flex his muscles, hardeneing them while the Growlithe hung on. As she started to let go, the Incineroar would take a swing at her with a glowing fist, connecting with her small body. As she let out a yelp, the Drain Punch would sap away some of her energy in the process, healing off what damage was done by the pitiful Crunch.

The Growlithe, far from giving up, charged the Incineroar again, this time attempting to slam into him with her tail. The Iron Tail was aimed at the head of the beast. With a single step back, the Incineroar dodged the attack, and responded by spinning around in a Lariat. The Darkest Lariat managed to quickly overwhelm the pup, throwing her into the wall with a painful thud. The Growlithe would attempt to get back to her feet, only to collapse to the ground.

"Good work, Mister Bigglesworth.", Dorian told the Incineroar, before beckoning him to follow him further into the cave.

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tags: @tag
notes: Skipping

The Incineroar would size the pink-haired woman coming into the establishment for a moment. Finally, the bipedal tiger would step aside, and gesture for her to come on in. Given how new she was, and how she seemed to dress herself, she would end up turning heads from multiple patrons. Some would even question if she was supposed to be Team Rocket. While some would assume so, given that she got in without incident from the "bouncer", others had to wonder if the Fire-type deliberately lead any League member foolish enough to set foot into the City inside so that they could take care of them.

The bartender was taken aback for the request for a bottle of water. It wasn't as if he was going to deny her, regardless of her expression. But he had to wonder who orders a bottle of water from a bar.

"It's not often we get a new face in the bar these days.", Dorian would greet the woman, holding a mixed drink in his hand. "Excuse my good friend here, he's... new to this sort of thing.", Dorian would tell the woman.

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tags: Natsuki Ryuunosuke
notes: Oh? A new customer?

dorian westcliff + @merlin

How annoying.

The wounded Granbull fails to convince the security guards to open the door. If anything, it merely puts them on alert, as one of them calls it in, while the man at the monitors was no doubt looking closer to the entrances. It looked like they would have to do this the old fashioned way. Suited him fine.

"Good call, boy!", Dorian praised Priam as he took initiative.

Instead of sending out his Incineroar, like he originally intended, Dorian ended up switching to his newest addition, his Fletchinder. "Burny Birdy, give them some Tailwind support.", Dorian told the Fletchinder. The Fletchinder began to flap its wings, calling in a Tailwind that would quicken the movements of not only its own, but those of his allies as well. This would hopefully aid Priam and his Pokemon in breaching the gates, so to speak.

"Excuse me!?", Dorian asked the pink-haired woman. "Does that intel include the finer details on their security systems!?", he'd ask her rhetorically, already knowing the answer. "I suggest you mind your manners, grunt, and know your place!", he snapped back. As much as he wanted to lop off Harold Stone's head, and leave his body a congealed, smoldering mass for any other potential interlopers to find and take note of, the Mad Dog of Rocket was going to make sure this mission was a rousing success, refusing to let some stupid security system ruin their day.

The Fletchinder, upon getting an opening, would fire off a Razor Wind at the guard at the door, aiming to blast the gun out of his hands.

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tags: @mik @mercy priam conrad ALEXANDER STONE
notes: >Dorian sends out Fletchinder
>Fletchinder used Tailwind to boost the speed of all allies
>Fletchinder attempted to disarm the guard at the door with Razor Wind

dorian westcliff +

dorian westcliff + Emma Wolfe

dorian westcliff + evelyn silph

dorian westcliff + calla mccoy

As soon as he got the message from the boss, the Mad Dog of Rocket practically jumped at the chance to join in on an assassination. Though he was far from being subtle, such a talent going to either Emma or Marie, Dorian was practically an expert at making an example out of those who defied Team Rocket. The CEO of Devon Corporation, Harold Stone, would be his latest victim.

"My Fletchinder can scout the building from the outside discretely. I have nothing in the way of aerial transportation, unfortunately.", Dorian would tell Mick.

Before Dorian could ask if anyone had a Pokemon that was good for a diversion, the pink-haired woman would have her Granbull injure herself to get the attention of the guards. Dorian would wait for them to come to investigate, before he'd send his Incineroar out to attack him.

"I'd suggest trying to keep one alive, at least just long enough to interrogate.", Dorian told the others quietly.

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tags: @mik priam conrad @mercy
notes: -Dorian offers to have his Fletchinder discretely scout the upper levels of the building to locate Harold's office.
-Dorian hides and waits for a guard to get close, before deploying his Incineroar near him to try to take him out

The sun was setting over the still desolate city of Slateport. Soon, darkness would consume Rocket's one stronghold in the Hoenn Region, and the grunts tasked with nightly patrols would begin their shift, looking for any League member stupid enough to try to sneak into the city, or at least any straggler to kick around for entertainment. For those who weren't on duty, or were in the upper echelon, a bar in the Upper District was open. Illuminated by portable lamps, which were powered by periodic electrical attacks, it was almost like this bar was a sort of oasis in the dark, a beacon of light.

Dorian, the Mad Dog of Rocket himself, sat at the bar he had claimed. Portable lamps managed to illuminate the place, with Dorian sipping a drink, while a Rocket stood behind the counter, casually speaking with the Mad Dog. A second Rocket would walk from a backroom, carrying some ice in an insulated tray, which was then dumped inside of a compartment. A single Incineroar would stand at the door, acting as a bouncer in his own right, while letting any potential 'customer' inside.

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tags: Natsuki Ryuunosuke
notes: Sittin' at the bar, waiting for people to flock in