a new year brings new expectations. civil unrest starts to manifest in the form of online criticisms that spike after the three day war. now that the region no longer has to face the threat of megalopolans, the people of hoenn turn to address smaller and more personal issues. will the league rise up to the situation? what about questionable events that have transpired, overshadowed and overlooked in the face of more imminent issues?
http://pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/Underwater death trap [c]
a faction-based pokemon roleplay
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
Any sort of expectations for what this death trap of a sub was going to be like were immediately subverted from the outset. So much so that calling it a sub felt a bit misleading, it was more of an underwater fortress.
Despite this Samuel appeared incredibly uncomfortable stepping foot inside of the sub eve with all of its space. Walking around didn’t change much, his eyes wandering to take note of every possible exit.
”How and when in the world did rocket have the time and money to build this thing? The logistics of this just don't seem possible.”
[attr="class","body"]marcel thinks over the question a moment before answering with a shrug. the organisation had funding from the strangest places, and people. while he probably had the details filed away somewhere, he thought it better to leave these matters to others. [break][break] "beats me. not my department." then again, he wasn't sure what department this would even fall under, exactly. [break][break] a few more paces, then marcel speaks again. "so think you'll be moving in any time soon?" [break][break]
”That’s not funny, Marcel. No way in hell am I spending a night down here.” Samuel pouted, the very thought of living in this underwater hell sent shivers up his spine. And could you even tell night and day if you didn’t have a clock?
Despite how unlike it probably is that there would be some sort of structural problem with the sub that wasn’t a result of interference and was instead a result of shoddy workmanship Samuel’s thought process was this, is rocket so something ridiculous and stupid was probably going to happen.
”How do you even work from here anyway?” He asked, looking around again at the interior of the sub.
”If your job is intel how does this even work? Do you get service down here? I can’t even imagine how that works. If you have an informant who needs to tell you something urgent and doesn’t want to be traced do they have to wait until the sub comes up?”
[attr="class","body"]it's not that bad once you get used to it." even as he's saying these words, marcel knows he doesn't entirely believe them. [break][break] samuel's barrage of questions come unexpected; marcel's pace slows as he tries to take it all in. [break][break] "that's classified," he says, mostly because he can't be bothered to go into the details of it. "why are you so curious, anyway?"
”That’s something you’re supposed to say to someone once they taste their first shitty beer not when talking about being in a sub filled with criminals.” Samuel shook his head, belaboring the point any further was a waste of time.
Clearly Marcel was beyond help, it was sad but a reality that Samuel might have to accept.
The poor man was lying to himself into being okay living an insane life. The sound of the word classified made the smuggler roll his eyes.
”Really? Classified? Who am I going to go tell?” Samuel scoffed, disappointed he wasn’t going to get an explanation for what he felt was an impossible situation.
”Don’t you remember what I told you a while back? That I’d be willing to help you? Intel is right up my alley. Can’t really help if I don’t understand how things work down here, now can I?”