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The Rocket HQ courtyard, a beautifully constructed park and plaza, has its ceiling open today. A multitude of underwater pokemon can be seen swimming above, some obscured in a veil of blue shadow while others swim close enough to the ship to be seen. Though parts of the courtyard glisten blue with the reflection of the fluctuating water, however, most of it is obscured beneath false sunlight from the many lights above.[break][break]
Wearing a black buttoned vest, a long sleeve white shirt, and pleated black trousers, the Rocket admin leans back and lolls his head off the edge of a park bench as he soaks the artificial sunlight in. Having worked extensively here over the past week, he could feel something of a cabin fever creeping on. It did him well to take a break here every now and again. The illusion was well crafted.[break][break]

Margie, the Granbull who had accompanied him here, was now curled up beside the bench and napping. Every snore vibrated its floppy, drool-dripping jowls. At one point, a whale song above prompted her ear to turn over. It was only when the sound of approaching footsteps drew closer, however, that the Granbull woke from her nap, peering one eye open at the newcomer with a low and hardly perceptible growl.[break][break]
Remiel raises his head, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Mr. Wrynn. Take a seat," He nonchalantly says, patting the empty space beside him on the bench. As Margie's growl increases, he pauses, spares a glance at his Granbull for a moment, who has now lifted her head, then turns back to the youth with a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.[break][break]

"She won't bite without reason, I assure you." He wouldn't ask a newcomer for a meeting only to have them mauled, after all. Unless, of course, they'd joined Rocket under false pretenses. Unless he needed to make an example. His eyes narrow on the youth with interest.[break]

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“Why does he want to see me?” Rowan muttered underneath his breath, nervousness getting the best of him as he paced back and forth within the confines of his dormitory. Mistral offered a small shrug towards the question, the Piplup returning to his activity of nonchalantly pecking at the food that had been given to them. He’d been summoned by an Admin of Team Rocket, something that he wasn’t sure was particularly positive or negative. Since his recruitment, Rowan had primarily been in contact with Gavin when it came to speaking with the upper echelon of the organization. “Bullocks, I gotta go. Don’t eat too much, I don’t want you getting sick again.” Mistral only offered a defiant pout in response, immediately filling his beak with a flipper-full of food.

Rowan wouldn’t waste any time making his way towards the courtyard, jogging along the hallways of the submarine and pushing past the particularly slow Grunts who seemed to have nothing better to do than be in his way. Suddenly he was reminded of being in private school, rushing off towards something important and shoving the lowly rabble out of his way, it was honestly rather haunting. “Whew, on time.” Strolling into the area where he was supposed to be meeting them, he slowed his gait to allow for a more composed first impression. “Sir.” Rowan offered a small nod of respect towards the superior, before taking a seat at their behest. “I hope not to give her a reason.” He was accustomed to acting proper, due to his upbringing, it wasn’t going to be any issue from what he could foresee. “So...you wanted to see me?”

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Margie utters a low 'boof' in response to Rowan's mutter. Unlike other Granbull, she knows she's intimidating and she prides herself on it. It's straight back to her nap for her, however, as soon as the two humans begin their conversation.[break][break]

"I understand you've only recently been recruited. I've read your file, but care to tell me more about that?" He asks, his voice tinged with nothing but seemingly harmless curiosity. His expression, however, remains as nonchalant as ever.

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    How much did Remiel Calcifet know about him, exactly? Rowan couldn’t be sure what had been omitted or included in the contents by Gavin, though he figured there were not many secrets between the upper echelon of the organization. “Of course.” There wasn’t much to be gained from being dishonest with the Admin, especially considering he was the ambassador to Galar and likely could find out on his own. “As the only child of Moira and Renault Wrynn, I’m the sole heir to the Wrynn Corporation.” Rowan didn’t want to insult the intelligence of Remiel by explaining their role in Galar, assuming that they were already aware of the family and their legacy of medical technology.

    “I used to be okay with the idea of inheriting a company of my own one day, until I realized they didn’t want me. They wanted to mold me into the perfect ideal of what they wanted their heir to be, and not what I already was.” Leaning back into the chair slightly, Rowan let out a soft sigh. “It was crushing and overbearing, I couldn’t go anywhere without a security escort and even within our estate wasn’t allowed to participate in any ‘unapproved’ activities.” These things tended to be arbitrary at best, and personal attacks on his personality at worst. “I’d say the last straw was when they arranged my marriage to the daughter of another dynasty with the intention of collaborating and consolidating businesses. That was pretty much right after I told them I was gay.” He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, though his amusement was more with the futility of the situation than actually finding it humorous.

    “In the interest of making a long story short, I secured passage on a ship bound to Hoenn and left in the middle of the night. I didn’t leave empty handed, however.” Rowan wasn’t sure it was his place to disclose this information, but he figured that Gavin wouldn’t mind it being shared with the admin. “I stole a flash drive that had our company’s security credentials on it. When I was settled in here, I used them to download as many files about a project they were working on for the League, a device that could permanently cure Shadow Pokémon.” A hand reached up to tuck some hair behind his ear, glancing at the sleeping Granbull for a moment before looking back to Remiel. “I was originally going to sell them, but Gavin intercepted me while I was doing my own personal investigation. I knew that my family and the League could be after me for stealing classified documents, so I figured that my best chance of survival was with those who opposed the League. And well...here I am.”

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Sitting poised and upright on the bench, the spectacled admin clasps his hands over one knee as he listens. He'd read a great detail about Rowan in his report, of course. Naturally, Rocket intel had gone into more detail than any official paperwork from the Galarian Embassy. Though he was working on changing that with his contacts back in Galar.[break][break]

What he really cared to know, and what wasn't on either report, however, was an integral part of the reason why he'd called this meeting in the first place. Rowan Wrynn wasn't your typical Rocket grunt, after all. His family and their company had standing back in their home country. Furthermore, the capacity of his loyalty to Rocket's cause had yet to be properly weighed— at least, in the admin's eyes.[break][break]

Despite the gap between their families in the social hierarchy, it seemed the two shared a great deal in common regardless. Each of them had been given the heavy burden of being heirs and, true to Galarian customs in those circles, each of them had been arranged in marriage to another for the sake of their respective dynasty. Remiel had freed himself of those chains differently, and one vastly different reason set him apart even further, but he understood.[break][break]

Since marcel maeda had gone, Underboss Cillian Quinn had taken over most of the intel that flowed through Rocket. As such, hearing of this flash drive and the information contained therein certainly came as news to Remiel. The existence of such a technology posed no immediate threat to the shadow pokemon employed by Rocket. Until it was refined for portability, effectiveness, and instant use, the admin knew anyone with that kind of technology at their disposal would still have trouble capturing a shadow pokemon alive to begin with.[break][break]

The state of Hoenn was constantly evolving, however. And the region certainly didn't lack the kind of characters that could make use of such an invention in bevy of creative ways. The royal found himself thinking about the possibilities before returning his attention to the lad sitting beside him. Rowan had been quite forthright with the information he'd been looking for. It seemed the young man's alliance with Rocket was primarily rooted in his survival and well-being.[break][break]

"I see..." The admin mutters in response, shifting his gaze to the glistening ocean above. He supposed it was convincing enough a reason to join the organization. But it wouldn't last: it almost never did. "... and what is it you strive for now, Wrynn? There must be some greater purpose." He finally adds, shifting that sharp yet indifferent gaze back onto the lad. "Are you still looking to profit from this information in some manner? Do you simply want to see it through? Or are you hoping we can somehow grant you a pardon from the League, perhaps?"[break][break]

Lately, seeing such companies as Macro Cosmos and the Wrynn Corporation in bed with the League had drawn Remiel's suspicion. As ambassador, and with a network of assets spread through the political community like a web, there was plenty he could try to rectify or damage that. But, most importantly, he needed to know if there were assets worth putting in the effort to take over instead. Whichever the case, the next move needed to be made carefully, and Rowan could end up playing a big part in seizing the efforts of these mysterious partnerships.[break]

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“Greater purpose?” Rowan considered his words carefully for a moment, leaning back in the chair and crossing one leg over the other. “I’ve only ever cared about one thing in my life, and that is my freedom.” Everything he’d done and would do was to secure the freedom to live for himself, and be a slave to no one else. “When I was offered to become part of Team Rocket, I wanted to do so because it was a shelter away from the League, asylum. Then Gavin showed me Lugia.” Rowan could still feel the shiver that ran up his spine that day in the Seafloor Cavern, given a glimpse of what true power was like.

“The strength that Pokemon had given Gavin was intoxicating to say the least, if I could acquire similar power of my own, then I wouldn’t have anyone to fear or hide from anymore.” Rowan chuckles slightly, letting the intensity of the comment wash away with a small glimpse of humor. “I could even take over Wrynn Corporation by force, if I wanted to.” Although what his family ultimately wanted, this would be on his own terms and that was what mattered.

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A snort of a snore erupts from one of the Granbull's nostrils. It elicits a look of brief, mild disbelief from Remiel. But his attention doesn't linger there long as Rowan speaks of his meeting with Gavin. The royal raises a brow with interest.[break][break]

Remiel had only fleetingly come face-to-face with the legendary beast that had made the Underboss an avatar. The power of shadow Pokémon was already impressive. But, adopted by such a mythical beast, it became something truly out of this world.[break][break]

"So you desire the power of an avatar..." He looks off into the distance, at a water fountain past the berry bushes and trees, where some Rocket grunts had gathered to gossip about the article on their data pads. "It's certainly not impossible. Though I would surmise taking over your family's company requires a bit more... political finesse, than brute force."[break][break]

Those sharp cobalt eyes of his shift back to the young man. "Have you given any thought to how you would achieve this kind of power? The lengths you'd go to seize it?" He was building to the crux of this meeting; his purpose for calling Rowan Wrynn here. Though there was one last, and potentially critical, question to ask after this one.[break]

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POSTED ON May 21, 2021 18:28:02 GMT

“Of course, but I can dream, right?” Rowan wanted nothing more than to depose his parents from their positions at the Wrynn Corporation, force them to be beholden to him for once in their lives, but something like that required tact and arduous planning. Any concept of taking the company by force was nothing more than a fantasy he’d imagine over and over in his mind each night as he was imprisoned under their thumb, finding comfort in the idea more than anything else.

“I haven’t the foggiest of how to attain that power, no.” Rowan leaned forward slightly, looking Remiel in the eyes with a determined gaze. “However, I’m willing to do anything necessary to achieve the strength I desire. Nothing comes without consequence, and I’m able to suffer mine.” He wondered if this was a good enough answer to appease their question, but that was indeed how he felt.

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Remiel rests one arm across the length of the bench, his nonchalant hues of cobalt shifting over to his snoring Granbull in the meantime. "Margie certainly seems inclined to agree— despite a Darkrai roaming the halls of our submarine." He adds with a hint of amusement in his tone, turning back to face the young man as he continues. "I suppose every great plan starts in the seed of a dream, Mr. Wrynn. It's our actions that ultimately brings them to life, however."[break][break]

In a moment, he sees a familiar spark of determination and grit in Rowan's eyes. The ambassador had carried the same not too long ago upon arriving in the tropical region of Hoenn. A myriad of experiences and a breadth of knowledge had since taught him to temper that passionate fervor to change the world. But it was still there, simmering at the hearth of his core, waiting for all the pieces of his grand scheme to fall into place— or, more often than not, be coerced there.[break][break]

"I admire your conviction," The royal states matter-of-factly, gauging the expression on the lad's face. "And I've decided to help you with your acquisition of the Wrynn Corporation. My ties with Galar run far deeper than just its politics and aristocracy. Setting the stage for your rise to top of the corporate rankings will take some time, but it can be done."[break][break]

The deep, resounding bellow of a Wailord reverberates within the large chamber containing the courtyard. It causes Margie to slowly stir awake, pawing away the drool dripping at the corner of her jowls as she does so. "But before I continue, I must know one thing... do you remain loyal to crown and country?" It wasn't a trick question. His narrowed, serious stare said about as much.[break][break]

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“You will?” Surprise registered in his expression as Remiel Calcifet revealed his intentions to assist with the acquisition of the Wrynn Corporation. “I appreciate you taking an interest, Mr. Calcifet.” That was an understatement, Rowan was practically elated by having the admin and ambassador in his corner. “I understand it may take time, and I’m more than willing to be patient should that mean I can wrest control of the company from my bastard father.”

Remiel’s question wasn’t one that Rowan had expected to answer, never really having given the concept much thought until now. “I spent so much time hating what was done to me and wanting to run from Galar that I haven’t really considered that.” He chewed his bottom lip in thought, leaning back in the chair slightly. “I have no disloyalty to Galar, only a certain person that resides there. I certainly don’t have any love for the League, and would much rather be under the crown than this corrupt bureaucracy.”

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Rowan's declaration sounds sincere to the royal, and he responds in kind with an approving nod. There seemed to be a wellspring of animosity between the lad and his father. Remiel certainly couldn't relate, considering he'd had a good relationship with his own father prior to the man's idiotic death. But he definitely understood what it was like to have a despicable parent in a position of great power.[break][break]

He waits patiently for a response to his inquiry. The ambassador prided himself on knowing about every Galarian worth knowing in Hoenn. Rowan in particular had never slipped through his fingers, but he certainly didn't consider the lad interesting on paper. Now that he'd met him face-to-face, however, and had this little chat, things were different. Rowan Wrynn could be crucial to his plans.[break][break]

The lad's answer isn't exactly the one his ambassador expects to hear, but it satisfies nonetheless. "Well said." He remarks. "As you can expect, the Galarian royal family isn't all gilded roses and charity balls either. But plans are afoot to change that. Galar is our original home, after all, Mr. Wrynn. We should not want to run from it. Nor should we give up the boons Hoenn continues to offer us..."[break][break]

Beside them, Margie unleashes a massive slack-jawed yawn before snapping her mouth shut and groaning. Straightening in posture, Remiel rolls his shoulders before rising from the bench. He turns over his shoulder to look at the young man. "Depending on how much of a hand you want in all this, we can meet at least once a week from now to discuss our next move... and train, should you require skill in hand-to-hand combat or swordsmanship. How does that sound?"

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POSTED ON Jun 7, 2021 5:10:02 GMT

“Your ambition is lofty, I can respect that.” Remiel intended a changing of the guard when it came to the Galarian royalty. Although he couldn’t be entirely certain, there was a mutual understanding of what that may entail. “I agree with your sentiment.” Hoenn had much to offer and Rowan intended to take advantage of each and every one of those boons. “Never forget where you came from, but always look ahead.”

When the ambassador stood, so too did Rowan. “I want as much of a hand as you’ll allow me, Mr. Calcifet.” A symbolic hand was extended towards Remiel, offering for them to shake in agreement. “Consider me under your tutelage and your command.” He smiled, excited to be working towards something greater, whatever small part he may have.

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