the scars of the blacephalon's attack remain fresh. further still, legendary pokemon still appoint avatars, causing more alarm than awe. in the meantime, a reformed rocket attempts to poison the ground water of hoenn's society in secretive fashions. what unseen threats still slither in the dark?
IS THE LEAGUE'S HANDLING OF LITTLEROOT SATISFACTORY?
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Oscar was starting to rethink his ambitions. Sure volunteering for this task would earn him some brownie points in the organization, but if he had known what it entailed he probably would have thought twice. Rob, burgle, and threaten folk? No problem. Messing with Combee? Yeah probably not a good idea.
Yet here he was, gearing up with a Rocket scientist to mess with Combees. Oscar listened to the Combee farmer's long list of precautions, or at least pretended to. I mean what was there to know; they were gathering honey and if they weren't careful the Combees would sting them to death and probably eat their flesh. Don't try to convince Oscar that Combees don't eat people, he's heard the stories.
Oscar barely noticed as the farmer completed his spiel and went back inside the farmhouse to get--something or other. Oscar equipped his netted headset and turned to his companion. He was unfamiliar with the scientist personally; but apparently he was a big deal so when Oscar heard he needed help with something he was quick to jump on the opportunity. He wish he knew what they were doing though.
"So, I don't mean to sound ignorant, but how does this help us? I'm sure there's a good reason I'm just you know, curious."
Gavin, like Oscar, had checked out of the conversation about thirty seconds in. There had been a glimmer of hope that he might impart some knowledge about the Combee that could catch the scientist's attention, but those hopes are dashed against the rocks as it becomes clear that the farmer has been dying to have someone to complain to about his sub-par harvests.[break][break]
"We'll take care of it," Gavin says firmly.[break][break]
Apparently, his tone and folded arms project an intimidating aura, for the man is quick to make an excuse and retreat inside.[break][break]
Turning to his companion, Gavin quirks a brow.[break][break]
"He's rich," is stated flatly. "So long as we do him the occasional favour, he's more than happy to turn a blind eye to exactly what he's investing his money into."[break][break]
Gavin scowls as he adjusts the netting over his face, untangling it from the corners of his glasses.[break][break]
"You bring a fire-type?"[break][break]
Gavin's Emboar slams her fists together eagerly as she's released from her confinement; it had been a while since he'd taken her on a job, and her excitement was palpable.
[attr="class","notes"]notes: sorry for the wait, had a pretty big backlog to get through first!
Oscar should have known, everything leads back to money. Not that Oscar objected, it's a practical objective. However, Oscar's inner goon was somewhat hoping they were stealing honey to sell at an inflated price. And that is why Oscar isn't ready to call the shots; that would have been a dumb idea. When prompted, Oscar pulled out a pokeball and threw it down. Sama the Salazzle stretched as she emerged from her home. She leered at her fellow fire type and smiled coyly. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but it was probably vaguely judgmental.
Oscar stretched a bit himself, rolling his shoulders and reaching for the sky. "Right then, time to crowd control." He grabbed all of the honey gathering equipment he could carry and let Gavin lead the way. Not that the hives were hard to find, you could smell them a mile out. Hear them too; the buzzing was nearly super sonic outside of the farm, and now that they were nearing them int only got louder. Oscar found himself rapidly flipping between amazed and terrified. His bug loving side thought the hives were amazing, but the side of him that feared getting eaten alive by a hoard of angry combee made him shiver. He really wished he paid more attention to the farmer's warnings.
A Salazzle emerges from its confinement, graceful and terrifying in equal measure. Gavin admires it silently before turning his gaze to Oscar, then to the hives laid out before them. He can barely hear himself think over the drone of hundreds of Combee at work.[break][break]
"Well, we provoke one and the others are bound to react," he reasons, frowning. "So I doubt it matters."[break][break]
With that, he nods to Emboar.[break][break]
"Smoke, not fire."[break][break]
Flames plume from the pig's nostrils as she huffs, clearly disappointed, but even this spirited Pokemon would not disobey an order. Her FLAMETHROWER is aimed high, smoke billowing from its edges to infest the hives.
[attr="class","notes"]notes: i'm awful at replying lately i'm so sorry LOL
female - pressure[break] slash / fell stinger / air slash / attack order / defend order / power gem
THE QUEEN BEE ARRIVES. her red, beady eyes glow above her sharp mandibles. her dress-like body, although elegant in pictures, is a towering honeycomb club. summoning combee from their burning hives, the vespiquen ATTACK ORDERS against you two and your pokemon.[break][break]
Oscar followed Gavin's lead, telling Sama, "Aim high, not a single spark should touch the hives." Oscar had to be specific because Sama was a chaotic sort who liked to burn things for fun. She looked disappointed that she could not have a bit a fun, but she understood and used Flamethrower at the sky.
Smoke filled the air quickly. The combees were clearly agitated, their buzzing somehow got even louder. Oscar wasn't worried though, this was a routine job right? Surely they would focus on getting away and not attack. This was an unfortunate miscalculation of the wrath of wild pokemon.
A shadow loomed over Oscar, and as he looked to it he almost pissed himself. A Vespiqueen rose above the smoke, apparently believing that her hives were being attacked. Oscar shivered, "Fucker didn't say a god damn word about there being a vespiqueen." Or maybe he did, Oscar should have paid more attention.
The vespiqueen shrieked and summoned a platoon of combees to attack. Sama ceased her flames and smiled. Looks like she gets to burn something after all. She reared her head back but Oscar clamped her jaws shut, "You can't hurt the combees! The old man will kill us!" The combees had no such hesitation, swarming toward them with the ferocity of a storm. Oscar pointed toward a shed at the far end of the hive field. "We can hide in there, Sama distract the queen."
Oscar took off running, hoping Gavin was nearby. Sama narrowly evaded the swarm of combee, weaving her way toward the Vespiqueen. When she got close enough, she opened her mouth to spit out a volley of Toxic sludge.
(Used Flamethrower for rp, used Toxic as a battle move. Rolling for toxic, 50 or above means a hit.)
Unlike Oscar, Gavin is expectant of the wild Pokemon's wrath. Though not as notoriously volatile as Beedrill, Combee were swarm Pokemon that no doubt had their confidence bolstered by their sheer numbers.[break][break]
He is also not surprised by the existence of the Vespiquen, though her sudden appearance sees him taking a cautious step back. He had not expected her this soon.[break][break]
"What did you think he meant by 'queen bee'?" Gavin drawls, unaware that Oscar had tuned out a good deal of information.[break][break]
Further conversation is cut short as the swarm surges forth under orders from their queen, and Gavin retreats as his Emboar weathers the worst of the attack. Her dual-typing proved incredibly beneficial against the bugs, her thick skin causing their stings to glance off.[break][break]
Oscar indicates a shed, and Gavin follows.[break][break]
"Keep it busy," he orders Emboar. "Don't hurt it."[break][break]
He doesn't wait around to see if she listens, dashing for the shed and slamming the door shut behind them. Soft thuds against the door suggest a few Combee had followed the trainers.[break][break]
"They won't quit while their queen is rallying them. Your 'mon got access to sleep?"[break][break]
It's the best solution he can think of to deal with her in a non-lethal manner. He's already checking what Pokemon he'd brought with him, running over their movesets in his head.
Oscar thought over Gavin's words, trying his best to hide his internal panic. He had come to the realization that h forgot to give Sama specific orders not to kill the queen. Sama knew to restrain herself only under Oscar's supervision, when he was gone she tended to go overboard. He looked to Gavin, "Sama's not capable of that. She can only poison. Our only option is to tire it and let the smoke knock it out."
Oscar tapped his foot nervously, "Of course if it did end up being fatally wounded, it would be bad but not a total loss. Combee tend to replace their queens very quickly after a loss. They have females in reserve for that purpose. I'm not saying we shouldn't care, it's just not the end of the world you know?" It was semi-clear Oscar was nervous about how Sama would act. Hopefully she could hold back for once.
Also funny how Oscar knew this about combees but was surprised a Vespiquen was present, what a dummy.
Meanwhile Sama's Toxic hit true. The vespiquen was soaked in poisonous gunk, but she seemed more annoyed about it than anything else. Sama smugly eyed her, satisfied in her attack. Too smug to notice the glowing orbs that would appear around the Vespiquen, and by the time she did see them they were hurdling toward her. The Power Gems slammed into Sama, sending her flying back. She skid across the grass and nearly toppled a hive with her landing.
She steadily rolled onto her front and punched the ground as she got up. That hurt like a bitch. Every spot that felt the impact of the stones burned, but Sama wasn't quite ready to go down. Fueld by her rage she limped forward, eventually shaking off the pain to crawl on all fours toward the vespiquen. She wove between hives, eyeing her Emboar companion. Once the Emboar made a move, Sama charge out of the shadows to leap up and jab the queen with glowing claws (Venoshock). Hopefully the surprise will be enough to land a solid blow.
Though given explicit instruction from her trainer to avoid hurting the queen, Gavin's Emboar had not been told to hold the Salazzle back. It's a loophole she exploits with great glee.[break][break]
With the Vespiquen already poisoned, the dual-type sees no reason that a cloud of SMOG shouldn't be utilized. The toxic gasses seep out from Emboar's maw, the pig pounding her meaty fists together as she rolls away from a swarm of Combee intent on defending their queen.[break][break]
Inside the shed, Gavin scowls.[break][break]
"Perhaps not for the hive, but our client would be furious."[break][break]
Though Rocket are an organization of criminals, and thus not the most reputable bunch, Gavin does his best to keep his word to those clients who would look past any shady dealings on the backs of the occasional favour.[break][break]
"This idiot is one of our top contributors. Piss him off, and maybe he'll change his mind." Gavin can tell that his companion's nerves are getting to him, which doesn't bode well. "If your Pokemon kills that queen, it'll be you dealing with the fallout."[break][break]
The smog had shocked the queen. She was ill prepared for its appearance, and lashed out in a panic. Heaving her lower body, she swung around in a massive arc. Sama could not possibly dodge, the queen's lower body smashing against her. It spared the queen from Sama's attack, and Sama was thrown to the side like a sack of old potatoes. The queen heaved in the smoke as she panicked though, coughing as her minions dozed off. She fought it for as long as she could, barely staying conscious against the onslaught.
Gavin's threat shocked Oscar. Not so much his words, but the look in his eyes. They pierced his very soul, it was a glare that should have made Oscar's panic spike. Instead it sobered him, bringing his expression to a steely calm. This was indeed on his shoulders, and like a good soldier he had to deal with the consequences of his thoughtlessness. The pounding on the door slowed, and then eventually ceased. Oscar took a deep breath, it was time to see what had transpired. He opened the door.
A blast of smog smashed into his face. His mask filtered a good deal, but what did break through caused Oscar to cough harshly. "Holy shit what the fuck happened?" As soon as Oscar felt stable he began to walk through. The smog was thick but it wasn't unbearable, he had trouble seeing at first but his eyes adjusted as he moved forward. The mask was a big help, it wasn't perfect but without it he would have been choking. He soon saw shapes not too far from him, and he ran forward hoping to find Sama.
He indeed found her, crumpled on her side. Knocked out cold. Nearby stood the queen, no longer flying but resting upon her hive shaped body. It would seem that the smog was too much for her, as she soon fell over. Oscar returned Sama to her ball and went to examine the vespiquen. Much to his relief, the vespiquen was unharmed physically. However, he noticed a series of purple veins flowing up and down her body. She had been poisoned.
Oscar took in a deep breath and held it within his cheeks. He then unzipped his suit, allowing a cloud of smog to enter his mask and burn his eyes. He struggled through the discomfort and pulled an antidote from his belt. Zipping his suit back up, he placed the antidote on the vespiquen and pressed the trigger. A syringe poked into the poisoned pokemon, and after a short amount of time the veins faded. Oscar stood up and threw the empty antidote aside. He opened his mouth to speak, but took in the cloud that had infiltrated his mask and started to hack. He pointed toward the farmhouse, wher ethe smog was weaker.
After making it to the farmhouse, he regained his composure while waiting for Gavin. Whenever he would approach, Oscar would report, "She's fine. She was poisoned but I cleared it. Nothing even scratched her, the bitch must have been tough." Oscar rolled his neck, "We should really gather this honey before the farmer returns, but uh before we do." Oscar gulped, he wasn't sure how this would play out but wanted to make his feelings clear. "I recognize that I am a fair petty criminal, but there is more to Rocket than petty crime. I wish to understand more of how Rocket works, what it takes for it to survive. I know the first step is to become a better trainer, and when I am ready I hope you will teach me what you know." Oscar gave Gavin a nod of respect before beginning the task of gathering honey.
The shed door opens to thick, cloying smog, and Gavin chokes on the poisonous cloud. His lungs, smoke-scarred, fare poorly even with the mesh of the mask acting as a filter. He leans against the wall as he rides out the coughing fit in the crook of his elbow, pulling his shirt up over his nose and mouth as soon as he's able to stumble out of the worst of it.[break][break]
He loses sight of Oscar for a time, finds one of the hives instead. The Combee have fled — some chase their ailing queen, while others flee the effects of the smog. The honey remains, free for the taking, and Gavin gathers it up as he catches his breath.[break][break]
Unsure of the smog's origin, he returns his Emboar... and sure enough, the dark clouds fade with the beam of light that draws her in.[break][break]
Gavin passes the unconscious Vespiquen on his way to the farmhouse, reassures himself of its vitals before meeting up with his mission partner. Oscar seems nervous, still, but for a different reason.[break][break]
Gavin listens, waits.[break][break]
Amber eyes trace every subtle movement as Oscar begins to gather the honey from the next hive; Gavin joins in silence for a time. One might assume he was choosing to ignore the grunt, or that he simply hadn't heard. A stray Combee stings Gavin's hand, and he swats it away. The back of his hand is marked by an old cigarette burn.[break][break]
"That's your first mistake." He looks up from honey-gathering. "You should always be ready."