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A TRANSFER OF POWER 3
POSTED ON Sept 18, 2022 18:37:46 GMT
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[nospaces] [attr="class","tmm2"] [attr="class","main"]  The suit he wears is elegant, pristine, perfectly-tailored, and bespoke, but that much is always to be expected from him. Today there are no masks and no facades. In the secrecy of Team Rocket’s meeting, Martín del Mar is who the world knows him to be. [break][break] He’s silent, his expression unreadable, and hovering idly right behind him, an Unown-! watches the crowd ominously. In fact, if people were to look around, they would perhaps see dozens upon dozens of Unown everywhere; floating in the slow swirl of the sandstorm, on the sides of buildings, on lamp posts, and much more. They are watching. Unbeknownst to them all, he is watching. [break][break]                            [break] When declan walsh calls for a start to their meeting, Mars merely glances at Cillian Quinn who stands by his side along with the rest of the underbosses, and then, calm and collected as ever, he speaks up, not bothering with introducing himself to people who (in his opinion) should already know his name. If they don't, then that's their own problem. [break][break] ”I’ve taken the liberty of investigating these PRIMAL POINTS the League is setting up. Their methods seem foolproof for the most part, but there is no telling if they actually will be able to teleport 99943 METENO out of Hoenn. I have seen no proof of that. I don't trust it.” Especially not when considering that the meteor may be much more than what everyone thinks it to be. Mars had given declan walsh a copy of the documents he found when breaking into the Mossdeep Space Center, so he doesn’t bring that part up just yet. ”Alternatives and contingencies are preferable. I imagine the League also has a few they don’t speak of.” [break][break] Surely they must. [break][break] It would be foolish to put all their hopes in a single plan… [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]OPEN TO INTERACTION🌟[break] [break]- Standing next to Gavin [break]- UNOWN SCATTERED ALL OVER MEETING [break]- Talks about PRIMAL POINTS [attr="class","pkmn"][BREAK]  [newclass=.tmm2] --accent: #60a697; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: calibri; color: #aaa; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 12.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; height: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tmm2 .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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Dione Sutoringu
A TRANSFER OF POWER 3
POSTED ON Sept 18, 2022 19:16:26 GMT
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[googlefont=Meddon] Conseil [break][break] ✿[break] [break]The blood-red cape of her svelte, sanguine gown drifted behind her as Elisabeth ascended the steps with slow, measured footfalls. Her emerald eyes were trained before her as she continued onwards with a regal, indifferent poise, expression severe and gaze cool. [break]What good was an extensive wardrobe if you didn't bring out the finer items for events like this one? Elisabeth searched for the faces of Martín del Mar and Cillian Quinn above her, meeting them with a thin, private smile, while offering more polite ones to Raphael Pryde and Lulu Flint as she took her place among the administration. Of the other three members, she knew Felix Gallagher best, and would choose to stand herself by him if he allowed her. Should Rowan Wrynn be visible below her among the Beasts, she'd incline her head to him as well in acknowledgment. As declan walsh spoke, it briefly occurred to Elisabeth that this was the first time she'd ever encountered the leader of her organisation in any meaningful capacity; hearing her name fall from his lips felt strange, and a discomfort settled in her at being perceived by someone she knew so little of, but silently knew to fear on principle. She didn't elaborate on his introductions with her own. There was no need to waste anyone's time, and Elisabeth was resolved not to speak first. So she folded her hands in her lap, watching, waiting, and observing. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dark silhouettes of Unown in the sandstorm, floating in and out of sight. When Martín del Mar articulated the need for contingencies, only then did she nod her head in agreement and raise her voice. "Expecting the League's plan to be flawless is idealistic at best," she said. "If it succeeds, then by all means, that is less for us to concern ourselves with. But I do not believe anyone present trusts the League enough to allow them to decide the fate of all the region." TLDR:
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x □ - TRANSFER OF POWER 3Gavin takes his place upon the steps — silent, straight-backed, stoic. Miasma curls around him like a purple-black shroud, accenting the dark shades of his tailored suit. Cold eyes of amber cut across the gathering crowds as a sense of pride swells in his chest. |
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Oscar stood on the lowest step below the admins, leaning his body against the handrail of the stairs. This was the first time he was invited to stand anywhere besides the general crowd, so fuck yeah he was going to take advantage of it. What a fucking crowd though, looking out on all these Rocket grunts sent shivers across his skin. He always forgot just how large their numbers had grown. |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","zevpost"] [attr="class","zevposttext"] In past years, Zev had never seen a point in attending Team Rocket’s meetings, even those ones all members had been invited to attend. In Kanto, he had been a mere contractor, receiving payment for assassinations — nothing more. But things were different in Hoenn. Circumstances had changed.[break][break] That is how he found himself in the plaza in Sootpolis amid the gathered crowd in his best bespoke suit. Scanning the ranks of superiors on the steps above them, Zev’s eyes briefly met the gazes of those he knew: Cillian Quinn, Martín del Mar, Elisabeth Fiorelli.[break][break] And then those eyes of dark blue rose to behold declan walsh in the flesh.[break][break] Shouts decrying the League rose up around Zev. Someone insisted that Rocket take the moral high ground. He scoffed at the naïveté, then focused his attention as the higher ups began to speak.[break][break] Distrust of the League’s plan seemed commonplace among the ranks of the syndicate. Zev himself didn’t believe it was possible to teleport the meteor to another world — or that another world even existed. He glanced around as oscar clayton spoke, seeking familiar faces. If he catches sight of BARNABY FINCH, he’d move to stand beside his fellow executive.[break][break] Either way, Zev chose to keep his thoughts to himself — for the moment. In his true form, without any masks to hide it, he was a man who spoke only when necessary. A predator ought to exercise economy of action when hunting prey.[break][break] And so he watched, waited, and listened. [break] [attr="class","zevpostooc"] BARNABY FINCH & other Rockets [break]NOTES+ Open to interactions![break] + Meets the gaze of Gavin, Mars, and Elisabeth, then looks directly at Walsh.[break] + Looking for Bee and will go stand with him if he's there.[break] + Not speaking yet, just lurking. BY GUNSMILE [googlefont=Montserrat] [newclass=.zevpost]--accent:#975fb2;[/newclass] [newclass=.zevpost]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.5px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevposttext b"]color:var(--accent);font-size:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevposttext a"]font:12px Roboto;font-weight:800;[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevposttext i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevposttext u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevpostooc b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevpostooc a"]font:12px Roboto;font-weight:800;[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevpostooc i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevpostooc h1"]font:18px Montserrat;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:.5px[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevpostooc u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zevpost .zevpostpkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗 [attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW? [attr="class","skullbody"]So this was a Rocket meeting, huh? Somehow, Isaac expected shady basements, wine and cigars getting passed around, violins kicking up increasingly dramatic Fiorian music. Y'know. Mob boss stuff. Instead, they were standing atop the steps of Hoenn's history, Rocket's upper echelons standing dramatically along the lines of the literal pecking order. Around them, keeping the meeting equal parts sacrosanct and dramatic, was a massive, swirling storm of sand and shadows. Memories of Isaac's duel with Greyson Connors left him shuddering a little at the sight, but this time the maelstrom was on his side.[break][break] Funny. If it weren't for that day, Isaac might have been another faceless grunt in the sea. Yet even in his failure, his actions that day showed there was something more under the surface.[break][break] It wasn't long before the meeting started taking off. Elisabeth Fiorelli, Cillian Quinn, and Dione Sutoringu were all unified in a single point; the League couldn't be trusted. Why were there so many literal children feeling like they needed to take surface in Rocket? Why would we trust an organization that had proven its incompetence time and time again to take point on this plan? Why should they be the ones to determine the fate of the region? Perhaps it was priam conrad that said it best; Fuck the League way.[break][break] Adjusting himself a little in his chair, Isaac found himself joining the chorus of dissenters. "Word on the street is, the League can't even trust themselves at this point," he said. His meeting with Matt Vice was still fresh on his mind. The region's finest were reduced to a squabbling, feuding, pie throwing mess. How were they supposed to earn the trust of their enemies if they couldn't earn their own trust? "I wouldn't trust 'em on a good day. And this sure as shit isn't a good day."[break][break] "Still, they sure seem to be putting a lot of eggs in this basket. Either they're real confident this is gonna work, or they're way less sure about any backups."[break][break] tl;dr - Isaac agrees League sucks, hints at the info he heard from Matt. [break][break]  [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]MOBILE POST / M-M-M-M-MEGATHREAD [attr="class","skullcredits"]TAIKO! [newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/HOVZp0J.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#D9B800;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:12px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:.5px;font-size:12px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:12px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:12px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","adrie-cover"] [attr="class","adrie-ban"] [attr="class","adrie-lyric1"]To the monster you became [attr="class","adrie-b"] [attr="class","adrie-c"] [attr="class","adrie-lyric2"]I'll be your CONTRADICTION [attr="class","top-acc"] [attr="class","adrie-content1"] [attr="class","adrie-content2"] [attr="class","adrie-img"]  [attr="class","adrie-img2"]  [attr="class","inner-finally"]She remembers attending a meeting like this once. She also remembers how she'd felt about it. And till today, her thoughts have not changed on the matter, emotions swirling in the pits of her stomach and clawing so hard that she might just keel over.[break][break] But she keeps it all in check, her left arm rested upon Reiner as he weaves his way through the crowd. Voices call out from all directions, dissatisfaction voiced for the topic at hand. Naturally, she chews on her own thoughts, poking and prodding at the space in her mind.[break][break] "When they say they're gonna move the meteor out of our space, do they risk letting things from sea Hoenn kind of like... come back into ours?"[break][break] There is muddled faith in the League's plans. Having heard about the plan, she suspects that they might have been the ones to swap the tall spire in Sootopolis for the Tree of Life. Or perhaps more forces were at play, having now linked their dimensions with another. To make contact with another dimension and to be able to determine that they would be a threat - There must have been some amount of time for them to reach such a conclusion. Had the sea people invaded or had they gone into the other world? Either way, there had been a passage linking the two worlds and that would most certainly be enough for dangers to slip through.[break][break] Furthermore, she has yet to wrap her mind around the happenings in the cyberspace, but a few things still stick out to her. Firstly, the cataclysm: The supposed event originating in Hoenn that ends up destroying the rest of the multiverse. Secondly, the restrained Palkia and Dialga, the beings that could most certainly help to untangle the crossing over of worlds.[break][break] "I don't like trusting the plan when we don't really know the risks that they're taking."[break][break] [break] tl;dr -[break] - What is the League risking with this plan?[break] - When meteor go funny haha into other world, can things from other world go funny haha into our Hoenn? [attr="class","bottome-acc"] [attr="class","adrie-note"]a transfer of power 3 KAY OF PIXEL PERFECT
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[attr="class","aurelie"]  [attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Deep impacts [attr="class","aurelie_body"]From her vantage point somewhere in the middle of the crowd in the plaza, one face amidst a sea of countless other faces of acquaintances and strangers alike, Aurelie's head shot up like a bloodhound catching a scent trail at oscar clayton's mention of making the meteor theirs. For an instant, her imagination ignited with the possibility, one she'd never considered before: to somehow utilize the meteor, rather than fearing it and seeking its destruction. She thought of the riches, particularly the metals, contained within the mysterious meteor, and her eye widened at the prospect. But the red-haired smith quickly reined in her thoughts with a shake of her head. It was crazy to think about utilizing the meteor while it was still coming at them. Besides, a simple smith like her wouldn't have much use for the meteor's riches. She'd worked with sky iron before, and although it had sounded cool and interesting, the metal itself had proved disappointing: softer, more stubborn, and less hardenable than normal high-carbon steel. A meteor like that was more likely to contain rare earth metals, anyway, which would be far more interesting to high-tech manufacturers for things like computer chips, semiconductors, or lasers—not so much for the likes of her. And anyway, claiming the meteor's riches came in a very, very distant second to keeping it from killing them all first. Feeling like a small child in an immensely large classroom, Aurelie gulped nervously and raised her hand to speak. "Putting aside the League's plan, with all its flaws and mysteries," she asked to no one in particular, her voice sounding weak and thin, "do we have a plan of our own, if theirs doesn't work? Do we have the resources and power to deal with it ourselves, if the League cannot? Or..." A faint, wry smile curved her lips. "Is that above my paygrade to know?" [attr="class","aurelie_tag"] tl;dr- - Indulges briefly in thoughts of mining the meteor - Asks if Rocket has its own plans for meteor management [attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT [newclass=.aurelie]width:420px;padding:40px;background:#862939;[/newclass] [newclass=.aurelie img]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;border:1px solid #fff;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.aurelie_lyrics]text-align:center;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#eee;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.aurelie_body]width:420px;padding:40px;background:#222;font-size:14px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;color:#aaa;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.aurelie_tag]text-align:center;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.aurelie_tag a]font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:8px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Temp usually avoided the larger Rocket meetings. |
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Cyg stuffed her hands in her pockets and looked up once more at the bizarre funnel of sand whirling around them. It seemed like there were other ways of keeping such a meeting low-key, but she wasn’t about to argue with the Big Man about it. She felt Isaac Merlo shiver next to her and pressed her shoulder softly into his. He had his own demons, she knew; she just had to be there to weather them with him. Though she was in the crowd with Isaac she kept her eyes focused on Elisabeth Fiorelli . Elisa was her boss, in more ways than one, but was also her beacon. Cyg would do anything that woman asked of her. Yeah, Gavin and Mars and The Gang(™) were good, too, but Elisa… Elisa was something else. God, she was stunning. To show her support, she'd chosen to dress in the slightly more masculine version of Elisa's outfit. Totally intentional and not at all by accident. A voice that sounds suspiciously familiar goads the masses into cheering against the League plan. As much as Cyg agrees, she keeps her mouth shut. “Cillian Quinn ’s right,” she murmured to Isaac, focusing in on the man in question. “We basically make our living off the shortcomings of the League. To expect them to do anything besides come up short right now would be stupid hypocritical.” That said nothing about the inherent immorality of destroying another universe to save their own. oscar clayton stands on the fringes of the group, stark and sharp and predatory; his grin is fit to match. He has a point, Cyg realizes; one she’d not thought of before. But how on earth would they take a meteor hurtling towards them and turn it into an opportunity like the one he described? That was a hell of a bait ‘n switch. Eris Halla had a point, as well. If she was right-- and what Tempest Quinn , too, was proclaiming-- then this would essentially be like dropping trou in the middle of an active firefight and not being aware of what was about to come screaming right up their ass. Beyond her genial agreement with Gavin, she remained silent. Nothing she could add to the conversation hadn’t already been said. tl ; dr - chilling with isaac - agreege with everything been said - brief edit to add her outfit because she is matching elisaaaaa |
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Raphael Pryde
A TRANSFER OF POWER 3
POSTED ON Sept 18, 2022 22:43:23 GMT
 Lulu Flint, John Sullivan, and 6 more like this
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"all of you must have heard of the league's plan for the meteoroid by now." he spreads his gloved hands toward the plaza. "how do you all feel about it? let your voices be heard!"[break][break]
Fern threads through the gathered crowd, looking for any trace of someone he’s familiar with. He’ll spot the tall figure of 
PATISSERIE HM RP
