Amor had decided to move his latest experiment into the Rocket Labs, after all they were going to be the ones using it with him, and he didn't want the League to find out what he had built. So carefully he had teleported it all from his private lab to where the boxes currently were. Tempest Quinn would not be alone for very long as soon in a gentle light, a man with long silvery hair, and angelic features would just appear out of thin air. A Gallade at his side. Amor was partially in his robotic suit, only his face was exposed with the helm off, but he just looked at the man who was apparently helping him move. The woman said she would find someone, and she had, so he gave a charming smile to Temp.

"Ah you must be the one she told me about. Nice to meet you, I'm Amor." He said simply as he picked up a box of his own, and tilted his head in a motion for the dark haired man to follow him. "The lab I'm taking over isn't far." He explained, and in fact the lab that they were entering was the one that use to belong to oscar clayton, or at least the one he used for his more mundane things. Amor didn't want anyone else using his friends stuff, so he decided to take it for himself. At least if Oscar came back one day, it would be here for him to take back.

"It'll take us a few trips, definitely be careful, I'm not sure if these parts will explode on their own or not." Amor explained to the stranger who was helping him. After all he had no idea who Tempest Quinn was, or their relation to a certain underboss. In fact he was oblivious to it all. He offered no elaboration for the moment as he helped settle the boxes on the floor, but there was a light of excitement in his eyes.

Tempest Quinn

Amor was no stranger to being sniffed by Pokemon, and he quirked a brow at the Fidough, and just chuckled. Leaning down to give it an ear scritch if it allowed. It probably smelled the assorted flowers from his garden back home on him, or maybe it was his Pokemon? Or maybe it was the shoes themselves? They were made out of Dratini skin, that the dragons shed as they grew. In fact part of his business in Sinnoh (his home region) was selling Dratini Leather accessories. Though no Dratini were harmed in the making of these products, if Amor found out his dragons were being mistreated....Well the last time, the employee wasn't seen from again.

"I'm kinda glad they didn't clean it out honestly." He said as he put his stuff down, and he looked at the lab that he was taking over, and he just smiled a little. "Will make me miss him a little less now that he is out enjoying his vacation." There was a sigh, and a frown before he put his normal charming smile on.

"Ah no, not exactly. I mean I'm sure could be if I had at least a day to study up, but these are parts of my newest machine. It's designed to tear open holes in reality to make dimensional travel possible. However while it has failed to actually do that, it is good at exploding things at the very least. So I suppose I haven't failed in that regard exactly." He chuckled a little as his Gallade entered using it's psychic powers to bring in the others boxes, setting them down delicately.

"There is a particular dimension I want to travel to, but I keep running into dead ends....But if nothing else I am persistent." He sighed as he looked at his new lab, and he wondered what new secrets he would uncover, and what it would take to make his dreams into reality.

Tempest Quinn

Amor just smiled at Tempest Quinn's question of if he had Oscar's number or not.

"I think so, I don't know if it's the right one, but I'm sure he will get in contact with me if he wants to. I'm not in the business of pestering others when they want to be left alone." He explained even as he felt a slight pang of betrayal from his one time friend. To just up, and leave so suddenly....Amor shook his head, and smiled at Temps next offers of help if Amor needed help doing anything crazy. It brought a sincere smile to his face.

"I've been exploring them as well. Makoto Kurumi has sort of been my partner in crime in those things. So far we have fully explored the Mechanical Kingdom, or at least a good chunk of it, and I believe we are going to one with massive craters in it next." He expressed to other, and realized that he should probably write an actual report on the Mechanical Kingdom at some point, but at the thought of using it in a place that was already unstable. Now that was intriguing, Amor made a mental note to do precisely that at some point, and to drag this stranger along with him. "That isn't a bad idea, actually...." He had been trying to make something from nothing.

It would be easier in a place where something already existed.

"Ah that, well I haven't really hid it." He had told @elisa, and Lulu Flint about his aspirations. "It has come to my attention that the League has us slightly outgunned when it comes to Legendaries, and Avatars. At least from what I know. Thanks to the negligence of two Leaguers, and the loose tongue of a councilwoman....I sort of have an idea where a Legendary might be. So I want to travel to that place to recover it. I have reason to believe that Regidrago is there." Though until he got there he wouldn't know.

Tempest Quinn

There was a genuine smile on his lips as he regarded Tempest Quinn. Such kindness wasn't common in this world anymore, and despite the current world that they were both in, he still offered help.

"Count yourself in....Aside from Makoto Kurumi I don't have a lot of friends here....So it will be nice to have people I can trust...." Despite THEO BECKETT saying that Amor had legendary charm, it apparently wasn't always on. So he was genuinely thankful for Temp, but when the other man said he didn't know much about Regidrago, Amor's eyes lit up a bit. "It is the Dragon Titan....Like the other Regis, but it has a special myth. When Regigigas was creating it, it had to stop because it realized that if it completed this titan, it would be to powerful to control." There was a hint of pride in Amor's voice as he spoke.

Dragon's after all were the superior types in most cases, and if you counted Draco, his Dragonite, then in all cases.

"During the Groudon incident....I saw it, I watched it go toe to toe with MATIAS SILPH's future beast before vanishing...." Amor explained to him. "It was beautiful...." Amor went over to one of his drawers, and he pulled out a sketchbook, and flipped to one of the pages, and on the page was a highly detailed colored drawing of Regidrago. "It would be a boon to us should we get it, but I only have theories for the moment." He chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling. "But perhaps one day I can get it with some help, and an absurd amount of luck...."

Tempest Quinn

Amor didn't often show off his sketches or paintings. To him it was just another tool at his disposal in order to get what he really wanted, so to have his artwork be praised made him smile a little.

"I did, yes....It was one of the many skills I was taught growing up." People often wondered why those who had so much wealth were good at seemingly everything. The truth was it was because they were forced to learn it all from a young age, whether they wanted to or not. Some got a genuine passion from doing those skills, and others despised them as much as the parents who taught him. "More useful skills would be a boon in all honesty....But it is as you say, Hoenn seems to have an epidemic of near apocalypses. It's a wonder people keep coming here...." However that would force him to confront his own insanity for coming here, if he dwelled on that for to long.

"I like to think I'd be lucky enough to find it, but only time will tell....What about you Mr. Quinn....What are your goals here in Rocket? What do you want to achieve?" It was something Amor found himself asking others as he met them. Why did they join? What did they want to do? What were their dreams, hopes, aspirations, did they even belong here? Some belonged more than others he had come to find out. Others just didn't know a better way. Rocket was far more diverse than he had originally thought, it was curious.

It at least gave him time to distract himself between sleeping, working, and researching.

Tempest Quinn

Amor listened thoughtfully to Temp's explanation of why people kept appearing in this region that seemed to doomed more than one day a week. Carefully he took in those words, and he nodded a bit. Power always drew people to particular places, the chance of being a Demigod was tantalizing to most of the populace, and he couldn't fault them for that. Feeling weak, hopeless, defenseless, these were all things that no human wanted to be. So when you could have an ability that put you heads, and shoulders above everyone else, why not? Though he had seen how such power could corrupt others, how it could warp their views....Humans at the end were just as animalistic as the Pokemon they tamed, and they would flock for strength, and how others would flock to them for said strength.

"It often feels likes....People care more about that power than they do the safety, and well-being of those around them...." Amor only had one instance where that wasn't true, but that man wasn't here any longer. His departure was a tragedy for the region as a whole, and the League was lesser without him there. "It's a shame that the adage of 'absolute power, corrupts absolutely' is true." He lamented a bit, but no one thought that at first, everyone thought they could handle it, that they would be different from those that came before them.

Then there was a brief silence before Temp answered his question, the same question that he had posed to many others. Listening he felt he got a bit of a better understanding of the man before him. It was an admirable cause to want to protect those that you loved, to want others to feel safe, and secure enough to ask you for help. The more Amor learned about Rocket's members, the more he wondered if they were really the bad guys?

Terrorism aside, one could argue that Rocket was merely a symptom of the Leagues constant negligence of the civilians, and those that were among their ranks. Not properly treating the causes, and just blaming the effect....Sure there were people in Rocket that were here for just murder, and mayhem, but Amor must have gotten incredibly lucky to not have met those deranged individuals yet.

"Well I'm glad to hear that, because I'm pretty helpless at a lot of stuff....The downside of having others always doing stuff for you, so I hope you don't mind me relying on you sometimes." He flashed a charming smile at the man.

Tempest Quinn

Amor just smiled a little at Tempest Quinn's positivity. It could almost be called infectious, but this was a whole new jungle, and he didn't quite want to let his guard down all the way. At least not yet.

"I'll work on that....I appreciate the vote of confidence." The words were sincere. Turning around to help place all his equipment, and sort it in the way that he wanted. It went much faster with Temp helping him. Though his thoughts turned back to Temp's question of 'Why' because that had bothered Amor as well.

"Maybe it's survival instinct....Since we know that Arceus is supposedly under the DRK Triad's control....What if all the Legends can sense that, and they are doing all of this out of preservation. Making miniature versions of themselves in order to combat the DRK Triad easier? Two is always better than one, and from what I know of Avatars, I have seen no evidence that bestowing Avatarship weakens the Legendary at all....Perhaps it taking place here in Hoenn is just a coincidence, or maybe the large populace attracted them. Then when others heard about the Avatars, more came here, and it became a sort of loop? That would be my best guess?" He shrugged a bit as he pulled out a picture, and placed it on his desk.

It was the only thing that could be considered 'personal' that he had brought to the sub. Amor wasn't keen on the members of Rocket finding out about his personal life if he could help it. It was just a picture of him, and a Pichu who was on top of his head.

Tempest Quinn