[attr="class","letter1e"] "yoo-hoo!" a hat in a white gloved hand showed at the doorway. the unidentified assailant of those items took a single step into the limelight. the male figure took a standing ovation, bowing before the man known as SILAS BLACKWELL .

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"salutations and a humble g'day!" a pep in his tone. he remained where he stood, raising his body to place back upon his head a top hat. a mask donned his face, his voice cloaked. "it's a pleasure to meet the one and only, silas himself. i am not worthy of such a grandeur meeting..." a hand brought to his chest, the other guided toward silas. "you're not one for small chat, so i'll make it short..." standing straight, the masked man ceased his prattling.

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"in a card game, would you prefer a weaker..." he raised his left hand, "...or stronger," he raised his right. gloved palms shown to be empty, "any sane person would choose 'stronger', right?" closing his right palm, he'd gesture toward his left, "but what about the weaker. sure, it's no threat to you. but what if the goal was to obtain a weaker hand? stronger is better, right? but being weak can be powerful..." [break][break]

extending his left hand toward silas, he'd add, "...that is, if the goal was to possess a weaker hand anyway." a titter escaped from behind the mask, only for silas to be asked right after, "which is which? who do you think holds the stronger hand and who do you think holds the weaker hand?"

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notes: i saw your post. ^~^

[attr="class","letter1e"] an expected response.

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his gaze was as sharp as aluxray, his bite as strong as a tyrunt. "and therein lies your purpose: power." he rose his right index finger. "you know what it means to be strong. how to instill fear into the people..." he began to turn his back upon silas. walking away as he spoke, "you stole a city, you stole their leader--" he'd whisper, turning toward silas and raising a hand near the mouth of his mask, as if whispering, "only to lose her..." continuing, "...but you're the real victor here. i'd say you've played quite a strong hand not once, but twice!" he rose another finger on his right hand--the middle.

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"do you think the league is quivering, right now?" snapping his fingers, the masked man responded with precision, "no, of course not! it's only a matter of time before their wounds become their strength." the league has fallen not once, but twice now. it's only a matter of time until retaliation is necessary. " despair can be our greatest ally, but our most troublesome enemy." if silas could only see the smile which lay behind the mask.

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"as you may have heard, the champion of hoenn has chosen to step down. i'm sure word has reached slateport," an opportunity had opened, "the people are in greater fear more than ever. some, of course, are happy that a position has opened for their childish dream. but with the loss of slateport, dahlia's capture, and the champion's resignation, why not help the league out in ruining their reputation a little more? i'm sure they'd be grateful."

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raising another finger, he'd add, "...but first, before we continue on with league, i'd like to talk about an interesting occurrence." a sinister look laid behind a white mask. a piercing stare, hidden, eyed silas, "i'd like to give you the chance to wield both a strong and weak hand." what did he mean by that? well, silas was about to find out.

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"sometime ago i stumbled across something..." he tried to find a word for it, "...surreal so to speak. an unfathomable entity which manifested from a world beyond our understanding." reaching into the coat of his jacket, the masked man would pull from it a yellow envelope. walking over to silas, he'd hand him the envelope. inside of it were blurred pictures. they were faint, but before the technology was intercepted snippets of the creature were caught. "don't worry about how i got it, just know that what you're staring at," had silas chosen to take the envelope to begin with, "is something not of this earth and intriguing power."

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"whether it's a new species of pokemon or not isn't important. this is a minor discussion after all, but just know that its power is the real deal." the masked man began to walk away once more, returning to keeping their distance between them far apart. "my goal is to create the most perfect imperfect being, one befitting of the power to call themselves not a king nor a god..." fingers clasped together to create a circle. he peered through the hole to his goal, "...but the true avatar."

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notes: hi i posted.

[attr="class","letter1e"] impatient.

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had he misinterpreted a shift in silas look just a moment ago? for now, he'd ignore such a sight. "not so fast, not so fast." wagging a single finger side-to-side, he'd shake his head at the villainous man. "its whereabouts are disclosed for reasons beyond my control, but those scientists may have some answers for you at mossdeep's space center." a chiming chuckle. there were a few, or rather many, that saw what went on.

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"perhaps, rather then threatening, you use a little bit of rocket persuasion to get some of them on your side. where ever that being may have manifested from, i have quite the feeling that we'll be seeing it again." call it a hunch, but it wasn't their last time foreseeing it. bringing his palms together, the man continued on, "speaking of those scientist, you're probably thinking about what city to attack next."

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tilted head, he'd ask, "tell me, what did you have plan? what city catches your fancy?"

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notes: hi i posted.