Hey, at least Temp didn't have to pretend to work for the League! Since, well, he did!

Felix Gallagher, someone that Temp didn't recognize had arrived first and seemed to be already looking around. Which was okay! Temp could use his own chance to take peeks. While Felix played with some rubble on the ground, Temp was more closely looking at the bookshelves and the pokeballs. It made him kind of sad all these pokemon were just down here trapped in pokeballs instead of out stretching their wings or claws or fins.

Picking one up, he turned it over in his hand, rubbing some grime off the broken pokeball. He wondered who this belonged to, once upon a time. He was about to put it down when he noticed it was... empty?

"That's weird." Was said aloud; Felix Gallagher could answer or ignore.

He didn't really want to just drop it back on the ground, so Temp made to place it on the shelf... when a little number caught his eye. The pokeball had a serial number on the bottom, and the shelf had numbers in the grooves. A quick search and he found that...

"Oh, hey, these pokeballs all over the place? I think they're the ones not on the walls, here." He tapped one of the empty spaces, which matched the markings of the pokeball in his hand.

Stranger and stranger.

He tucked the broken ball into his pocket for now.

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- at least 1 participant should notice that the pokeballs on the floor match the missing slots on certain bookshelves. Tempest Quinn

- at least 1 participant should spot the nameplate. characters that have been in the region for 1+ years should recognize the name (feel free to ask oocly if you do not). Felix Gallagher

- at least 1 participant should notice that some broken pokeballs are empty. Tempest Quinn

- at least 1 participant should verbalize a hypothesis of what happened.

- at least 1 participant should notice the footprints leading off.

- at least 1 participant should urge the group to follow the big foot prints into the forest.

Oh, it was ryuuzaki amemiya! Temp hadn't seen him since that mission they had done together with Bill Anderson. He raised a hand and gave him a wave and a huge grin. Now, Temp wasn't too smart at this type of stuff, so he was glad that Ryuu and Felix Gallagher seemed to put the pieces together. Mostly, though, he was ENTRANCED by the two other's pokemon. He loved dogs! He wanted to pet them! He wanted his own dogs to come out and have fun!

A pokeball was taken from his hip and he called out his Smeargle. Captain was not a threat to anyone in his little sailor suit and, like, basically just there to be adorable. Hell, the only move he knew was Sketch.

"Sure thing, dude! Hey, when this is over, can I pet your dogs?" Was asked as he went ahead and started to follow after the footprints.

LEAGUE BARRACKS I

FIRST POST

THE TRAIL LEADS them well into the forest. the deeper the descent the more destruction in their wake. trees are toppled. bark is ripped and splintered from trunks wide enough to show their age.

upon closer examination, privy eyes will be able to surmise that the perpetrator boasts incredible PHYSICAL STRENGTH. some cuts look wild, imprinted from claws that rely on strength rather than sharpness. others look torn, as if dislodged from a flailing appendage or tail.

following the path leads up to a small clearing of disheveled soil. deep trenches show evidence of some skirmish, spread out from a single epicenter. among the broken branches and still standing shrubbery are the remains of injured pokemon. at least those that remain. among them, the trainers will find several dead, others with wounds that range from mild to serious.

should you aid them, you will fine that they suffer from the cleanest incisions and residual poison.

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redeem as a gacha pokemon in the shop.

OBJECTIVES

• post at least 5 time total.
• at least 2 participant(s) should reference the damage.
• at least 1 participant should examine the damage in detail.
• at least 1 participant should verbalize a hypothesis on what happened.
• at least 3 posts should address the injured pokemon in some fashion.
• at least 1 participant should comment about that a pokemon was killed.

once all objective have been completed you may request a new mod post to progress your story.

the earliest you may request a new mod post is JANUARY 3RD.

NOTE:

anyone who has not posted in this thread at least once by the NEXT MOD POST will be kicked. instead, they may join part two.

ryuuzaki amemiya
Felix Gallagher
Tempest Quinn

"Hot damn." They all push outside. Temp eyes the damage, wide slices and damaged trees. "It looks like a giant weed whacker went through this place." But still he steps forward, Captain close to his legs. He stood in the clearing, hands on his hips, whistling low and he turned to assess the damage better. What the fuck was the League keeping down here?

Captain sniffed then let out a soft yip. Temp glanced down, then towards where his canine companion was pointing. The bushes were shaking, trembling, so Temp stomped forward to part them. Bravery in ignorance. A sharp hiss and he pulled his hand back, blood welling from a small scratch that surprised him- from a shaking and wounded Zigzagoon.

Now that he was closer, he could see the bodies of various pokemon scattered around. Some huddled together, bleeding, whining. None were safe. Stepping away from the Zigzagoon, he knelt down and rolled over a Seedot. It's face was cracked open to the core, sap-like blood oozing from the massive slice.

"It's dead." And it wasn't the only one, or wouldn't be, if these pokemon weren't helped soon...

"Can we do anything for them?"

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- reference the damage
- address the injured pokemon
- comment that a pokemon was killed

Sometimes, being in team Rocket meant being the heartless bad guy. It was Temp's least favorite part of being in a gang.

"Grab up the ones we can in pokeballs." He was already taking his own Dive balls out of his pocket, a small collection he hardly ever used.

"That should keep them stable enough until we can treat them. Also gives us time to complete the mission." The fear that was always barely hidden in his boyfriend's eyes at the idea of failure... Temp didn't fear it like he did, but he didn't want to cause him anymore undue stress than he already did.

"We can mercy kill the ones who can't be saved. It's kinder than letting them suffer."

Taking out a pokeball, Temp called out his Lapras of all things. The pokemon thumped on the ground with a wet sound, uncomfortable at being on dry land but okay for now. "Return your pokemon to their pokeballs." He ordered, calling his Smeargle back as he did so. "Use Perish Song!"

The Lapras opened her mouth and sang out a haunting melody that seemed to make the skin itch. Soon, the pokemon they didn't capture, either for Rocket or to heal, would faint. That way they could peacefully die in their sleep if they couldn't be saved.

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- I THINK all the objectives were done before this one
- Temp orders them to catch the pokemon that can be saved in any Pokeballs they have
- Temp is NOT keeping any pokemon, they will be healed and then either turned over to Rocket or to the League, depending on their condition after healed
- Says they should mercy kill the ones who can't be saved so they don't suffer slow, painful deaths
- Calls his Smeargle back and calls out his Lapras
- Lapras uses Perish Song to make the ones they can't save faint so they can pass in their sleep

LEAGUE BARRACKS I

CONCLUSION?

KEEN OBSERVATION starts to unravel what has happened here. while others tend to injured pokemon, one (Felix Gallagher) even taking up the mantle of ferrying it back to be nursed, a foregone conclusion has long passed. something, or someone, is behind all of this. whoever it is proves both frighteningly powerful and lacks the empathy to discern between the weak and the strong.

“this is dispatch!”

the staticky sound of one of the ranger dispatcher’s bleed through someone’s communication device. it stutters now that they’re out in the wild, away from a decent signal.

“we have a situation—rangers back to base. we need—immediately!”

it cannot be said enough that the rangers are an essential service. their work and diligence keeps society safe from the inadvertent challenges that come from a world that embraces wonderful creatures with vast powers. however, such urgency is rarely relayed over their commands. the last known instances was during the POISON PATROLS during the THREE DAY WAR.

before the undercover rockets depart from this scene, they make note of several things:

the same signs of destruction, uprooted ground and broken trees, leads toward MOUNT PYRE. whatever the source, it looks like somethin BULLDOZED its way out of the forest. the same claw marks from before can be seen. a pair of three pronged foot prints leave deep imprints.

a smaller path diverges from the epicenter. it leads to ROUTE 120. despite being small enough to travel through, you notice that branches and undergrowth alike littered on the floor. whoever transversed down this path literally cut through anything in their way. each cut shows the same pattern, clean, perfect, and articulate. small puddles of purple sludge sizzles further down.

and, to only the most observant person, a trail of small footprints lead back to LILYCOVE. they consist of a pair of single dots with a more oval shape point, as if from a pair of high heels. after a good measure, they simply disappear.

OBJECTIVES

• post at least 8 time total.
• at least 1 participant should get the call to return.
• at least 2 participant(s) should investigate the scene again before leaving.
• at least 2 participants(s) should verbalize a new or reinforced hypothesis on what happened.
• as a group, decide which prompt you would want to explore: MOUNT PYRE, ROUTE 120, or LILYCOVE. this will determine part 2 and the finale.
• at least 3 participants(s) should mention what they’ve noticed and will include in their RANGER REPORT.
• optional: whoever posts LAST should compile the details each character would’ve wrote about into a small report to submit icly.

you may submit this thread to mod reqs whenever you have finished the objectives!

Tempest Quinn
Felix Gallagher
ryuuzaki amemiya

Temp recalls his Lapras before she can succumb to the Perish Song. Catching the pokemon is easy but what comes next isn't pretty. But, he does what is needed with firm nerves. Just like how catching fish to eat was treated with respect. Temp says a prayer to the Great Mother for every Pokemon that can't be saved.

He's wiping off his hands when the communicator crackles to life. Pausing, he listens in, frowning.

"Something's going on. The Rangers just called everyone back to base." It is said with nerves. Temp wasn't an active combatant during the Three Day War. But he'd one of the people in Slateport during the bombing, had seen the effects of this all over the region. He knew something was up even if he didn't know what.

Glancing around, he calls out not just one but multiple pokemon - all dogs. A scraggly Mightyena, a Midnight Lycanroc, and other canines surround him.

"Okay guys, see if you can sniff anything weird out!" Is ordered. His dogs are more the spoiled sort but even they know to listen. Noses on the ground, they start to search the area for anything unusual.

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- Temp called Lapras back to avoid the Perish Song
- Mercy kills what can't be saved
- Hears the message on the communicator and tells ryuuzaki amemiya and Felix Gallagher
- Calls out his dogs to look over the area again
- OOC we decided on Lilycove