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SHIV
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Administrator
call me silph killer
he/him
25 YEARS OLD
October
13
GONGAGA
gongaga-romantic
gongager
TAG WITH @shiv
[nospaces] [attr="class","omgen"] [attr="class","omgentop"]ROOT OF THE MATTER[break]
ROCKET VS. LEAGUE  [attr="class","omgenmid"] DEATH-ENABLED FACTION EVENT SIGN-UPS CLOSED [player]https://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_qaex2vIdEi1yrg70yo1.mp3[/player] [break][break] THE FIRST BASEMENT FLOOR"SO ARE Y'ALL READY TO GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD?" the host's voice crackles through the PA system, accompanied by the thunderous roar of applause. even when filtered by dusty speakers and thick stage flooring, the addictive lightning of a coordinator contest still manages to electrify the air with excitement. but reports suggest that such adrenaline may come from the large tree itself...[break][break] [break][break][break] slowly but surely, everyone finds themselves on the same side of the first basement floor (right hand side of the image above). the main hallway is flanked by dressing rooms, benches and a vending machine beside the staircases. surveillance cameras can be found in the corners, while galarian mr. mime guard the tree. on this level, the trunk is enclosed by glass; although one may think to break the glass to drop down to a lower floor for the trees' roots, it would be too tight of a fit for human or pokemon to squeeze through.[break][break] of course, the mr. mime may prove to be challenging obstacles to surpass. furthermore, two security guards are stationed by the stairs leading to the second basement floor.[break][break] [break][break] THE SHOW BEGINSafter kyle lopez introduces himself as a judge with a mightyena's z-move of ice ( SUBZERO SLAMMER), several vents lining the hallway's ceiling open up. shards of ice fall from the vents and are immediately caught by the mr. mime who then transfer it through floor vents which open then close.[break][break]  to ensure that rocket succeeds in its goals, head scientist Eva Dumont has been given a beast ball containing a blacephalon. she may decide to transfer the ball to anyone else— but this must be done carefully. prolonged presence on this plane has caused the alien clown's powers to be subdued and less destructive than its new year's invasion; however, it is not to be underestimated. should the blacephalon come into play, please message shiv for its moveset.[break][break] to destroy the tree or to receive a proper biosample, both league and rocket have been instructed to go for its roots. intel has suggested the tree's power and health is intrinsically linked to its connection with the region's earth.[break][break][break] what will you do? OBJECTIVES IN ORDER TO CLAIM COMPLETE REWARDS FOR YOUR FACTION, and to facilitate plot moments within the event thread, your respective groups will have objectives to fulfill collectively. for example, if your rocket character becomes captured, that objective is fulfilled for the entire group.[break][break] throughout the event, more objectives may be added/these objectives are subject to change.[break][break] league
- ic objective: extract a biosample of sap from the tree's roots; protect the tree. ☐
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- sub: have three league-affiliated pokemon die by rocket hands. ☐
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- sub: be captured, seriously injured, or killed by a rocket character. ☐
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- sub: heal/defend a teammate against a rocket's attack (pkmn or human). ☐
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- sub: every character must reference every teammate at least once throughout the thread. ☐
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- ic objective: poison or destroy the tree from its roots, at all costs. ☐
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- sub: have three rocket-affiliated pokemon faint/die by league hands. ☐
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- sub: be captured, seriously injured, or killed by a league character. ☐
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- sub: heal/defend a teammate against a league's attack (pkmn or human). ☐
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- sub: every character must reference every teammate at least once throughout the thread. ☐
RULES & GUIDELINES
- the 3 pokemon you have signed up with are now locked in for the event.
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- each of your pokemon can only perform 1 move per round.
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- assume every round is limited in time; in other words, your actions may be limited. do not try to fit numerous actions into one post (e.g. i walk through the dressing rooms, investigate what's in them, and move to the staircase and walk down). shiv will determine the success of your actions.
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- please do not meta-game; this event is not a competition.
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- if you do not post by the round's deadline, you will be skipped.
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- for this round, please ROLL once; however, please do not waste your salac berries on this one.
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- please include a TL;DR with every post.
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DEADLINE & TAGS NEXT MOD POST WILL BE ON MAY 19TH, 12AM PST [break][break]
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851
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League
call me Pokkenger
he/him
21 YEARS OLD
Nov.
25
Ballonlera, Galar
bisexual
vigilante
TAG WITH @kazimir
Kazimir Wynter
no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease.
[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","kheader"] [attr="class","kthread"][attr="class","pokkenger"] [break] the doors swung open as a mismagius wearing pair of designer shades entered the room followed by her trainer and escort machoke holding various suitcases in his arms with ease. as they made their way into the hallway the trainer took one look at the dressing rooms on their side and finally at the tree before they walked up to a staff member walking out of a dressing room. [break][break] "excuse me, i believe there must have been some mistake because i'm here with the one and only miss glynda goodwitch the most premier of unova's top pokemon idol and no one greeted us at the door and has brought us to our dressing room? i know you people must be busy but well...we are kind of important clientele are we not? so i assume that we'll be brought to our rooms then? you see miss goodwitch doesn't like flying and she could use a good rest." [break][break] Kaz then gestured to his mismagius who tilted her head to let her glasses droop a little bit so that the employee could see the unpleasantness in her eyes as she turned her head away in a huff. "oh great now you've done it! go get us a room this instant!" he yelled at the employee before going up to the ghost with a pleading look on his face. "forgive me mistress if you like you can sla-" he didn't even get to finish as the mismagius beat him to the punch and slapped him with her coat as she floated off to inspect her luggage. [break][break] dWV62gM2[break][break] [attr="class,"divide"] [break] [attr="class","notes"]notes: Kaz tries to obtain a free dressing room via fake identity~ [attr="class","tag"]@event template by kay [newclass=.kcontain]width:350px;height:auto;border:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.kheader]width:350px;height:160px;overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:hidden;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;overflow:hidden;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.team2]width:auto;height:auto;padding:5px;background-color:#212121;opacity:0.9;transition:all .5s;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.party]width:30px;filter:grayscale(100%) brightness(50%) contrast(75%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.party:hover]filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.active]width:30px;filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.kthread]width:309px;float:top;background-color:#212121;font-family:monospace;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:-.1px;padding:20px;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.faction b]font-weight:bold;color:#4d72a0;[/newclass] [newclass=.rocket b]font-weight:bold;color:#716075;[/newclass] [newclass=.league b]font-weight:bold;color:#dea02c;[/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger b]font-weight:bold;color:#44d4e4;[/newclass] [newclass=.tag]padding:4px;background-color:#1a1a1a;font-size:6pt;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.divide]width:auto;height:1px;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font-size:9px;[/newclass]
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rascal
POSTS
82
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feral tear off
your skin to the bone dark
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Rocket
call me rascal
he/him
27 YEARS OLD
October
28th
ecruteak
straight
tracker
TAG WITH @zacharias
Zacharias Burke
i chase the gates and drift ad nauseam, driven by feelings I cannot hide.
[nospaces] [attr="class","blips"] [attr="class","blipstop"] [attr="class","blipstopimg"]  [attr="class","blipstoplyric"]bad moon rising [attr="class","blipstoplyric2"]I see a bad moon a-rising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today. Don't go 'round tonight, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise. I hear hurricanes a-blowing. I know the end is coming soon. I fear rivers overflowing. I hear the voice of rage and ruin. I hope you got your things together. I hope you are quite prepared to die. Look's like we're in for nasty weather, one eye is taken for an eye. Bad moon on the rise.
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[attr="class","blipstop22"]tree time
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@pharaohleap
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[attr="class","blipstop22"]clowns
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[attr="class","blipsmid"] Some would have to sneak their way beneath the stage, where the sight of the iridescent tree would await them; white and almost phantasmal, it would shine even with the glass to work as its barrier.[break][break] Zacharias had long grown bored of the ghostly sight—unlike the clowns that danced around the tree, or the clowns trying to make their ways downstairs, he worked here. Known by the alias Max Campbell, he had the simple job of being a theater technician.[break][break] Lots of heavy lifting. Lots of mindless labor.[break][break] But nobody bothered to give a single care as to who he was. All they saw was the gray baseball cap and the employee I.D strung around his neck.[break][break] He had already worked here for the past three months—Rocket was good money, but he had known to keep his day job. He had been here before the tree sprouted up, and he had been in the perfect position for infiltration when he had been informed that the pearly white tree had to be uprooted.[break][break] Airpods in both ears, he had his music blaring so loud it could be heard if you stood next to him. Just to add an extra layer of annoyance, he loudly smacked on his bubblegum, blowing large bubbles and watching them pop with a sharp snap.[break][break] Clipboard in hand, he strolled around the first basement floor like he owned the place.[break][break] Because he fucking worked here.[break][break] His smirk was permanently fixated to his face, and he checked that the full inventory in the dressing rooms was accounted for... just as a door burst open to reveal the mismagius.[break][break] He does not bother to glance in Kazimir Wynter 's direction, but he does fish out the airpod from his ear with one simple motion, and something orange was immediately obscured as he closed his hand.[break][break] The league cavalry was here, and their efforts were so transparent they could rival the ghostly visage of the pokemon; an unknown idol from unova? Yeah, and he was the king of galar.[break][break] He kept to his own business, fussing with one of the vending machines. When it refused to give him his lemonade, a swift punch to its side knocked the can loose.[break][break] This was going to be fun—he could feel it in his bones.[break][break] 7|GNjSdm[break][break] tldr: he works here. [attr="class","blipsbot"]
I FEAR RIVERS OVERFLOWING. I HEAR THE VOICE OF RAGE AND RUIN.
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League
call me illie
she/her
22 YEARS OLD
september
23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
head scientist, geneticist
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
don't give up your ghost.
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"]  [attr="class","illie b"]her descent begins with the click of heels against tiles. it's bright down here, perhaps too bright to consider bringing reinforcements in the shadows. the artificial lights buzz overhead with each step forward, reflecting slightly against the glass enclosure of the trunk. it's funny, the bark almost looks like it's glowing. pale and commanding, it's hard to tear her eyes away. but, she has a facade to sell and that requires no distractions. even as a man and his mismagius demand every eye be directed toward their presence. Kazimir Wynter is working his own angle, one that should hopefully provide him with some gained ground. she can't, however, rely on those around her to get her closer to the roots... perhaps that's why she's dressed the way she is. a dark cape licks at the floor, trailing behind her with a slight swish. it moves to reveal a crimson body suit, cut dipping to expose her navel and bits of her chest. god, this feels like such a revealing outfit. who needs this much skin shown? she's trying to fight off the heat as it rushes to her cheeks with each pair of eyes turning toward her. the outfit is needed, it's necessary. womanly wiles are no joke and she needs every advantage she can get. "excuse me," she chimes, struggling to slip on a more confident face. act your title, illie. you need to advance, you need to succeed. briefly, words from a certain councilman rise in her mind and they play on loop. don't meet expectations. exceed them.her lips curl into a polite smile as she slides to a stop before some guards. there's a kirlia at her heels, crimson eyes sweeping across the room with an eerie calmness. "i was wondering if you could help me!""what is it?" illeana resists the urge to flinch at the no nonsense tone of one of the guards. her smile widens a little, one hand moving just enough to shift the cape. it swishes away just a fraction to expose more skin and she's glancing toward the side, cheeks now flushing a soft rosy hue. "could you point me in the direction of mr. lane's dressing room?" her eyes dart back toward the guards, shyness slowly but surely melting away. "i'm supposed to be leaving some work for him to look over in between rounds of the contest. our professor duties never cease, even with such a lovely event!"she throws in a chuckle just for good measure. this might fail, might get her nowhere, but she has to try. 7bWTmSnR [attr="class","illietag"]event uwu tldr | pretending to need to leave something for coworker Lucas Lane [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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League
call me Bestial
She/Her
24 YEARS OLD
November
6
Slateport (Technically)
Demisexual
Ranger
TAG WITH @kaida
Kaida Adachi
You're the pulse in my veins, you're the war that I wage, can you change me?
[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","mthread"][attr="class","league"] Who knew the Rangers had access to such trickery? Kaida wondered where they were keeping it, if they were able to invent this outfit so quickly. A suit and sharp hat of some kind hung on her frame comfortably. A pair of sunglasses, and she might even look a cliche bodyguard. If only she could put her hair down, this outfit might even be completely comfortable! Freya crawled next to her as they entered, her hand on the Salnazzle's shoulder to keep her from darting away. The poor thing probably thought they would be performing after this, and Kaida didn't have the heart to break it to her that this is what they were here for. [break][break] She had to marvel at the tree, the only reason she was taking this as seriously as she was. Even if this tree turned out to be just that, a tree, she would be happy. Who knew just what could live here? If it turned out to be something like that golem she sent Kjoll to find by accident, she didn't know what she would do...she was here to hunt anything that would hurt the marvel, she supposed...and she found she didn't mind. Fine by her. [break] [break] She didn't have any idea who Kazimir Wynter was, but she appreciated the scene being made, and strode purposely forward. Freya followed and, eyes sparkling, waved at one of the guards. At that moment, Kaida recognized a familiar voice and turned her head, blinking and staring perhaps a little too long at illeana reyes. What was she doing here? Abruptly, she broke away from the sight of a former partner, struck by her own recognition and attachment. She should just let the professionals get to this tree...or at least ask someone to protect her! She found she had to break the thoughts away, pointless and not related to her hunt. She needed to move onto the mission. Like the diva scene, Illeana provided good distraction. She would at least occupy one guard's attention and, with everything else going on, Kaida planned to slip through. [break][break] If there was anything a snake could do, it was camouflage. [break][break] " Excuse me, excuse me. Passing through!" She barked at the other guard, moving her hand to rest on the beautiful Freya's head. " Ms. Freya needs more work done on her, I must accompany her, and we must hurry. Show is starting...you understand?" Freya looked like just the type of Pokemon to participate in this contest, was sweet hearted and sweet faced, and Kaida, as small as she was, attempted to rush the conversation like a typical guard, hoping her neutral face came across as intimidating. She could only hope the guards weren't thinking well enough to question all these abrupt scenes. [break][break] 9xmAmotG[break][break] [attr="class","divide"] [break] [attr="class","notes"]notes: tldr: Kaida attempts to brute force her way, masquerade as a guard of "Ms Freya". [attr="class","tag"]@event template by kay [newclass=.kcontain]width:350px;height:auto;border:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.kheader]width:350px;height:160px;overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:hidden;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;overflow:hidden;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.team2]width:auto;height:auto;padding:5px;background-color:#212121;opacity:0.9;transition:all .5s;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.party]width:30px;filter:grayscale(100%) brightness(50%) contrast(75%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.party:hover]filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.active]width:30px;filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.mthread]width:299px;float:top;background-color:#212121;font-family:monospace;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:-.1px;padding:20px 25px;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.faction b]font-weight:bold;color:#4d72a0;[/newclass] [newclass=.rocket b]font-weight:bold;color:#716075;[/newclass] [newclass=.league b]font-weight:bold;color:#dea02c;[/newclass] [newclass=.tag]padding:4px;background-color:#1a1a1a;font-size:5pt;color:#999999;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.divide]width:auto;height:1px;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font-size:8px;[/newclass]
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oslo
POSTS
119
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devil's advocate
spared no expense
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League
call me atlas, at
masculine
27 YEARS OLD
october
13th
darwin's point, holon
heterosexual
assistant
TAG WITH @beckett
Atlan Beckett
I am a puzzle and a conundrum and a thunderstorm.
 MAGNETIC If I wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable. TAG event |
A proper assignment. Finally.
And, though he hadn't quite received permission from his boss, the dear ol' absent detective, Atlan had elected to take the day off work and go anyway. He had a brand new and fine Kalosian suit to wear, after all. There was no better venue to star the latest addition to his wardrobe. And its dark shade of blue just so happened to match the Rookidee perched on his shoulder, too.
 "Ripipi."
It softly chirped as the young lad descended the steps into the first floor of the basement levels. With its KEEN EYE, the small bird was quick to scan everything presented before them... until eventually settling on the camera that Atlan had turned up to look at, too. His attention is diverted when he hears the tremor from aboveground. He watches as the Mr. Mime transfer shards of ice from the ceiling above and through to the vents on the ground. They served two jobs, then?
Interesting...
As he casually saunters towards one of the benches, noting Zacharias Burke as the stranger hits a vending machine into submission, his sharp blue eyes also wander towards the commotion occurring with the security guards. Was that... illeana reyes that he saw? He could hardly believe it, but he was almost certain it was. It seemed that she, along with two others at the moment, was trying to make her way past security into below.
Did they even know what to expect down there? Did they know the kind of consequences this could bring? More importantly, however, why hadn't the League sanctioned their operation as another facet of the security detail itself? Who was really running this contest and, for the most part, holding this glorious white tree hostage?
He sighed at the plethora of questions running through his mind as he took a seat and crossed one leg over his knee. "Better go help them." He smiled, winking at his Rookiedee before shifting his gaze towards the camera closest to the human security guards. "Go draw some attention, Nemesis." He added quietly, watching as his little bird flew away but only for a brief moment before he took this chance to admire the nearby flora.
All the while, he kept the Mr. Mime and the strangers wandering about in the corner of his eye as well.
The Rookidee named Nemesis, on the other hand, perched itself upon the camera and tilted its head as it looked down at the small group of humans below. With a rhythmic series of shrill chirps, it hoped to catch the attention of at least one security guard before TAUNTING them by pecking at the camera's lens. Not enough to shatter the lens, of course. But enough to have a bystander below worry about it being shattered.
TL;DR Atlan takes a seat on a southern bench and keeps an eye on things while his Rookidee attempts to TAUNT a security guard away for his allies.
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sadsoda
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142
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Inactive
call me goggles
he/him
twenty six YEARS OLD
bartender
TAG WITH @sadsoda
Goro Shimizu
no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease.
Goro: Be someone else. {Show Pesterlog}disguises were nothing new to this master of illusion, but to be called on to take part in a mission in the middle of a coordinator contest was something goro couldn't resist. getting out his best clown white makeup, ruffling the mop on his head, shave of the face, a horn or two, and hell he even got some creepy yellow contacts. ah yes. perfect. the ultimate creepy clown coordinator. goro - no... jocelyn the contestant! was here to... goro wasn't exactly what he was supposed to do; he just needed to be loud. bursting forth from the doorway atop a tyrantrum and declaring in a sing song voice, "oh he's here; the jester of the jury, the clown of the ball - the one, the only..." thankfully he wasn't too rusty from his acrobat days and did a front flip off his dinosaur's snout and belted out in baritone tunes, "JOCAAAAAAALYNNNNNN!" jazz hands. everyone loves jazz hands. Vt7uIKDD@event | [attr="class","pester"][newclass=.pester a]font-size:8px;font-family:verdana;color:blue;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline;line-height:11px;[/newclass][newclass=.pester a:visited;]color:purple;[/newclass] | |
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noodles
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14
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call me matteo
he/him
thirty-six YEARS OLD
april
13
verdanturf, hoenn
straight
trauma therapist
TAG WITH @matteo
MATTEO VITALE
no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease.
they must truly be desperate to assign him this mission. he's out of his element. that much he knows. and it's for that reason that he makes sure to stay out of the way as much as possible. he might as have been an innocent bystander, and to be fair, he still could be. it just depends on how the scene plays out.
people pass him on their way down to the basement. he pays them no mind; not Kazimir Wynter, not Kaida Adachi, not Atlan Beckett, not even illeana reyes, whom he recognizes as their head scientist. but it's hard not to give attention to Goro Shimizu. the tyrantrum charges past him and leaves him speechless.
a few moments pass before he starts to make his way down, traversing the steps with care.
lYlrbUav
» chills on f1 and watches people pass him.
» makes his way down to b1.
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lancelot
POSTS
565
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League
call me Eye of Staraptor
she/her
twenty-two YEARS OLD
october
19
camphrier town, kalos
bisexual
journalist / gym leader
TAG WITH @lancelot
Selena Desmarais
to write is already to choose
Selena did not expect the basement floor to be this crowded when she first planned about sneaking in.
Encased in her long gray overcoat, the length of her hair bunned inside the matching flat cap, the journalist knew from years of experiences that it was best to don neutral colors in legworks like this. At least she could say now that she is a gym leader if ever she got caught, but as long as it was not yet her problem, she knew she had nothing to worry about. With the tailing aegislash named Zorya on her behind, Selena lingered a little longer from the opening staircase—away from the nearby security camera’s line of sight. She first had to strategize her way in.
The mammoth-size tree, which Selena could describe with anything but mundane, was imposing its presence at the center of the room. At its front were two idling galarian mr. mimes but she noticed another pair from behind. On both sides of the corridor were entrances to the dressing rooms—locker areas for the contest’s participants. And then two security cameras on opposite corners.
Again, Selena did not expect the basement floor to be this crowded when she first planned about sneaking in. But she was glad Kazimir Wynter and illeana reyes took the initiative to distract the guards, even though she hardly knew them both. She was also thankful that a random rookidee added to the diversion. Another person attempted breaking through the guards—was that Kaida Adachi ? Selena barely saw her face but she recognized the voice she heard before.
At this point, there was only one thing that was keeping her from executing her plan. Where the hell was Alexei Ivanov ?
Tired of waiting any longer, the reporter whispered her commands to the aegislash. Selena held tightly into Zorya’s hilt, as the sword pokémon casted her shadow through the walls and into room and attempted a SHADOW SNEAK with her trainer in order to get past through the first camera.
Should they be successful into sneaking to the room, the pair would immediately dash into the other end to descend further into the hall’s basement.
tl;dr Selena observed first before clinging into her aegislash and using SHADOW SNEAK to stealthily enter Armstrong’s dressing room, not knowing it was the host’s. |
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Rocket
call me patrick cavalli
he/him
32 YEARS OLD
october
28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
underboss
TAG WITH @gavin
Gavin Merlino
creatures of habit, carrion flowers, growing from repeated crimes / the afterglow in full bloom.
[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","kthread"][attr="class","rocket"] They arrive disguised amid chaos, the belting baritone of Goro Shimizu drawing the eyes of many. Gavin and Emma Wolfe — or, as their disguises and identifications would claim, Charles and Anna Fletcher — descend the stairs with a purpose, for they as contestants had every right to be here. Gavin's tags identify him as coach, where Anna plays the role of coordinator.[break][break] Red eyes quickly scan the floor of the basement as they step off the final stair, searching for a particular face in the crowd.[break][break] "What a mess." Charles sports a proud, stuffy Galarian accent. It's easy for Gavin to slip back into the familiar patterns of his youth. Sell the truth. Such had been Emma's advice. "I'll find someone who can direct us to your dressing room, love."[break][break] Having noted the position of Zacharias Burke but not acknowledging him for fear of disrupting his cover, it's marcel maeda whom Gavin approaches. This had been discussed in the planning stages, and he was loathe to stray too far from the path until circumstances forced it. It's with a cold indifference that he strides up to his old friend, rudely interrupting whatever he might've been doing.[break][break] "Excuse me, but my Anna is in need of a dressing room." He keeps a straight face, lips pressed together. As he lifts a hand to tug at the coach pass around his neck, light catches on the wedding band — another layer of their disguise. "You don't look busy; lead us there, would you?"[break][break] They'd laugh about this later, he was sure.[break][break] 1NXzunk5[break][break] [attr="class,"divide"] [break] [attr="class","notes"] tldr:[break][break] arrives with Emma Wolfe disguised as a married coordinator/coach duo[break] approaches marcel maeda and demands to be led to a dressing room[break][break] [attr="class","tag"]@event template by kay [newclass=.kcontain]width:350px;height:auto;border:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.kheader]width:350px;height:160px;overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:hidden;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;overflow:hidden;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.team2]width:auto;height:auto;padding:5px;background-color:#212121;opacity:0.9;transition:all .5s;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.party]width:30px;filter:grayscale(100%) brightness(50%) contrast(75%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.party:hover]filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.active]width:30px;filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.kthread]width:309px;float:top;background-color:#212121;font-family:monospace;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:-.1px;padding:20px;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.faction b]font-weight:bold;color:#4d72a0;[/newclass] [newclass=.rocket b]font-weight:bold;color:#716075;[/newclass] [newclass=.league b]font-weight:bold;color:#dea02c;[/newclass] [newclass=.tag]padding:4px;background-color:#1a1a1a;font-size:5pt;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.divide]width:auto;height:1px;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font-size:8px;[/newclass]
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Rocket
call me the wolf
she/her
twenty-six YEARS OLD
october
30
lumiose city, kalos
bisexual
rocket beast
TAG WITH @wolfe
Emma Wolfe
Are you strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine?
[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","kheaderbig"] [attr="class","kthread"][attr="class","rocket"] It's chaos, truly, but its manageable. What with the help of Goro Shimizu drawing the attention of prying eyes, it makes their descent down the steps easy - not that it shouldn't have been.[break][break] Emma came disguised convincingly as the young Anna Fletcher, a beautiful coordinator from Kalos who had just arrived in Hoenn to star in what she hoped to be her international rise to fame. Of course it was all a cover, a brilliant ruse chocked full of makeup and champagne before a night of disaster - but it was convincing. [break][break] Her hand lingers in the bend of her husband's elbow as he leads her down the steps to her dressing room. She's one of the last in line for the show - but she is, in fact, signed up to perform. In fact, she had played along with the truth. She really was from Kalos, her mother's maiden name really was Minette.[break][break] Sell the truth.[break][break] Anna Minette 'Fletcher' was a real person, a real coordinator, a real star in Kalos - almost 15 years ago. No one outside of Kalos knew of her or knew she would be participating in a contest in Hoenn, and by the time they did, it wouldn't matter. [break][break] "Yes, please, mon amour. I need to be perfect for this show. This is my chance, you know. My chance to go big."[break][break] Like Gavin, Emma notes the position of Zacharias Burke without saying a word. She's aware that several Rockets are moving into position, though she questions the motives of the individual riding a gigantic Tyrantrum. Talk about red flag.[break][break] Anna's fingers curl tighter around Charles' arm as he approaches marcel maeda disguised as an employee. Emma remains as indifferent and self-absorbed as her persona perfectly displays. In fact, she appears to be distracted by her wedding ring and her nails, making sure her manicure is perfect.[break][break] WiPHHajX [break][break] [attr="class,"divide"] [break] [attr="class","notes"] tldr: arrives with Gavin Merlino disguised as a married coordinator/coach duo[break] approaches marcel maeda while gavin demands they be led to a dressing room [attr="class","tag"]@event template by kay [newclass=.kcontain]width:350px;height:auto;border:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.kheaderbig]width:350px;height:215px;overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:hidden;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;overflow:hidden;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.team2]width:auto;height:auto;padding:5px;background-color:#212121;opacity:0.9;transition:all .5s;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.party]width:30px;filter:grayscale(100%) brightness(50%) contrast(75%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.party:hover]filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.active]width:30px;filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.kthread]width:309px;float:top;background-color:#212121;font-family:monospace;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:-.1px;padding:20px;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.faction b]font-weight:bold;color:#4d72a0;[/newclass] [newclass=.rocket b]font-weight:bold;color:#716075;[/newclass] [newclass=.league b]font-weight:bold;color:#dea02c;[/newclass] [newclass=.tag]padding:4px;background-color:#1a1a1a;font-size:5pt;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.divide]width:auto;height:1px;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font-size:8px;[/newclass]
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Rocket
call me emilee, vivian, brianne
she/her
twenty-three YEARS OLD
october
17
Castelia City, Unova
n/a
admin/businesswoman
TAG WITH @marie
marie jules
It ain’t easy being mean. In effete morality, I maintain a masquerade of earnestness and modesty.
shiv and Emma Wolfe like this
 A woman sits calmly on the edge of a free bench within the halls- a Liligant stood to her side just as composed as her former- the two as appropriate as one could be in the midst of an opening ceremony.
Marie was a contestant, a simple background character whos only aim was to highlight those who would stand out on equal or higher ground than herself. She didn’t want to seem as if she wasn’t trying, but she was not a contestant who would woo the majority of the crowd. She knew her place, and the reason she chose it was simple- she had a job to do.
The previous mission wasn’t as successful as she had planned for it to be, that being said, she was the reason they were in possession of a clown that undoubtedly outshined the ones already present within Rocket. This mission was sure to be successful in some capacity, just as the other had been.
So she sat, biding her time while paying little mind to the familiar faces that she had caught in passing- slight eye contact made with those she had worked with- her gaze staying on them long enough to question if they had noticed she was in disguise or not. It didn’t really matter to her one way or another, she could only hope for them not to blow her cover.
Hopefully clownery would be unneeded in this endeavor.
- she's disguised as a background contestant with little impact in mind, waiting dutifully for her time to act against this fucking log
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Ven
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League
call me Lexy / Lexi
he / him / his
twenty-six YEARS OLD
december
22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
fortree gym leader
TAG WITH @alexei
Alexei Ivanov
two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.
It was go time. However, since they were going undercover because of a contest, he… finally had an excuse to bust out his drag queen persona once more! While the three Pokémon he’d picked up were definitely not on ‘Irina’s’ list of companions, he decided that said drag queen needed more Pokémon, and Arceus willing they survive this encounter. Either way…He had managed to dress up once more and was now packing a pink overcoat along with the high-heeled boots, similar to last time. He—she had to ditch the fluffy hat though because it wasn’t snowing, anyway. He had been tipped off by a friend that the place was packed with security, and that it was possible guards would recognize him if he showed up on sight—so the disguise was necessary. At least for now. Taking out the phone he— she always had with him, a text message was sent to Selena. ‘Where are you?! There’s a lot going on outside here…’Once that was sent, she looked around—and saw that there was a security camera not too far from where he— she stood. Wondering if there was a way to knock this security camera near the Armstrong dressing room out, she rummaged around her coat and pulled out a Dive Ball. Mercifully, Alexei didn’t keep Mike the Pelipper in a Dive Ball but a Dusk Ball so this was going to be safe— for now. As the Pelipper made its appearance, she then pointed at the other camera. “Try to short it out, will you?” she said, giggling as the Drizzle ability of the Pelipper kicked in, attempting to summon a powerful rain storm within the enclosed space. The Pokémon let out a derisive caw, flapping its wings around as the rain began to pour in such a limited space…
• Alexei is here, cross-dressed as ‘Irina’ once again! • Looks around, wonders where her companion is. Sends a text message to Selena • Releases Pelipper and attempts to short out the other security cam (the one closest to Armstrong’s dressing room) with a contained rain storm around the area • not sorry at allH0r_tePn
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dani
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Rocket
call me kat
she/her
twenty one YEARS OLD
october
7
sootopolis city
heterosexual
full-time bitch
TAG WITH @katherine
Katherine Fairburne
good girls go to heaven, bad girls rule the world
[nospaces] [attr="class","boatwrap"] [attr="class","boattop"] [attr="class","boatpic"]  I've tasted blood and it is sweet[break] I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet[break] I've trusted lies and trusted men[break] Broke down and put myself back together Katherine arrives late.[break] She appears frantic and in distress as if bad news were just delivered to her. The woman adorned a porcelain, pearly-white mask with three slits - two for her eyes, one for her lips. Black lace covered each of those parts, offering the 'perfect' disguise for the Rocketess. However, as good as it was, there was a long crack on the mask that stretched from the right eye all the way down. It threatened to break at any given moment or at least gave this impression. [break][break] A synthetic wig had been worn as well, platinum locks of hair descended from the crown of the woman. Kat did not resemble herself anymore. She was someone else.[break][break] "What am I going to do, what am I going to do?!"[break][break] Fortunately, she had no reason to pretend to be crying. No one could see her facial expression. Morpeko, Katherine's partner, remained right by her side. He seemed a bit worried as well. [break][break] "Y-You don't understand! My entire performance is based around this mask! I am supposed to take it off when my pokemon changes his form--" Despite not knowing the guards, the woman felt comfortable yelling at them. As long as it got her what she wanted. "J-Just... Let me go change. Please. I can't go on stage like this." She almost chokes on her words, doing so as if she had plenty of practice. As if this routine was well-prepared and thought of long before she arrived. [break][break] "This is everything for me. I ditched school to become a coordinator! My parents said I won't be able to make it, a-and..."[break][break] Although Katherine's eyes were covered and giving the security guard puppy-eyes was not an option, Morpeko quickly filled that need instead. He looked up at the man with a pleading expression - hoping to be graced with pity. 0lTDknh8 [break][break] [attr="class","sltdrkcred"][ DARKEE ] [newclass=.boatwrap]margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 20px; width: 350px; padding: 40px; background-color: #f5f5f5; border: 1px solid #dddddd; font: 11px arial; text-align: justify; color: #616161;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap b]color: #616161; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap:hover b]color: #e05d87;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap .boattop]width: 170px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; padding: 20px; padding-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; border-bottom: 1px solid #e5e5e5; font: 9px arial; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #959595; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap:hover .boattop]color: #e05d87;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap .boatpic]width: 70px; margin: 0px auto; margin-bottom: 10px; filter: grayscale(100%); -moz-filter: grayscale(100%); -webkit-filter: grayscale(100%); transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap .boatpic img]width: 70px; height: 70px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatwrap:hover .boatpic]filter: grayscale(0%); -moz-filter: grayscale(0%); -webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);[/newclass] [newclass=.boatbottom]width: 170px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; padding: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 20px; border-top: 1px solid #e5e5e5; font: 9px arial; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #959595;[/newclass] [newclass=.boatbottom a]font: 9px arial; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sltdrkcred]text-align: center; font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold;[/newclass][newclass=.sltdrkcred a]font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass]
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kay
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the night passes
and never passes
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Rocket
call me kosuke sato
he/him
twenty-eight YEARS OLD
february
20
nimbasa city, unova
bisexual
head of intel
TAG WITH @marcel
marcel maeda
i burn, i shiver / out of this sun and into this shadow
[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","mthread"]it was hard to look away from the spectacle that was Goro Shimizu, but it seemed many shared the sentiment. marcel had to wonder whether the distraction was intentional, or nothing more than an act of sheer brazenness. he couldn't say he approved either way... [break][break] he looks away just in time to catch Gavin Merlino and Emma Wolfe walking towards him. their disguises are impeccable--though were the circumstances different, marcel might have laughed at the image they created. there's no need to force the smile that settles onto his features, but his mirth remained firmly in check. "of course." he responds with a slight bow (his sylveon similarly dips its head); the gold name tag reading 'adrien' glints with the movement. "follow me."[break][break] turning on his heel, he leads the couple to the first door in the network of dressing rooms. for the sake of politeness, he knocks on armstrong's door before he turns the handle, though he knows the room is--or is supposed to be, at least--empty. it's at that moment he notices the absence of his pokemon. "amour." he calls out sharply, as if embarrassed. the sylveon's head perks up before she runs back to her trainer. [break][break] what seemed to be a pokemon's disobedience had, in fact, been part of marcel's plan. his sylveon had been 'playing' by the vents in the hopes of shedding some light on its mechanisms--if they could not get past the guards, then that seemed to be the only alternative so far. [break][break] Tnx9OEDJ [break][break] [attr="class","divide"] [break] [attr="class","notes"]notes: marcel, disguised as a worker, begins to guide 'charles and anna fletcher' to their dressing room. his sylveon tries to inspect the vents in the time it takes for them to reach armstrong's door before being called back to marcel's side. [attr="class","tag"]@raid template by kay [newclass=.kcontain]width:350px;height:auto;border:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.kheader]width:auto;height:160px;overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:hidden;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;overflow:hidden;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.team]width:380px;height:auto;padding:5px;background-color:#c5c5c5;opacity:0.9;margin-left:-360px;transition:all .5s;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.team:hover]margin-left:-10px;transition:all .75s;[/newclass] [newclass=.party]width:30px;filter:grayscale(100%) brightness(50%) contrast(75%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.party:hover]filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);transition:all .5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.active]width:30px;filter:grayscale(0%) brightness(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.mthread]width:299px;float:top;background-color:#212121;font-family:monospace;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:-.1px;padding:20px 25px;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.mthread b]font-weight:bold;color:#716075;[/newclass] [newclass=.tag]padding:4px;background-color:#1a1a1a;font-size:5pt;color:#999999;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.divide]width:auto;height:1px;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font-size:8px;[/newclass]
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