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A TRANSFER OF POWER (ROCKET)
POSTED ON Aug 18, 2020 7:38:45 GMT
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A TRANSFER OF POWER (ROCKET)
POSTED ON Aug 18, 2020 8:01:27 GMT
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[nospaces] [attr="class","darkKcontain"] [attr="class","darkKheader"] [attr="class","darkKteam"] [attr="class","marcelThread"]the freak show rolls; marcel's long since averted his gaze. arms crossed, back against the wall, the crowd denies him a quiet escape. he regrets standing so close to the stage, but he supposes it's for the best--his rank demands his presence. [break][break] each name, each gift, is taken note of. he doesn't need to run through them twice; some things aren't easily forgotten. he catches a comment on the wind, though he can't quite narrow down its source. [break][break] "it won't," he mutters, words lost to the applause. [break][break] marcel shuts his eyes on a long exhale, deceptively calm as he fights the cold grip on his sternum. he opens them to the face of declan walsh, and that is where his gaze settles, as he waits for the questions to come in. [break][break] [attr="class","darkKdivide"] [break][attr="class","darkKnotes"]notes ... [break] [attr="class","darkKtag"]rocket [newclass=.darkKcontain]width:375px;height:auto;border:none;[/newclass] [newclass=.darkKheader]width:375px;height:160px;overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:hidden;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;overflow:hidden;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.darkKteam]width:auto;height:23px;padding:8px;background-color:#212121;opacity:0.8;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=.marcelThread]width:315px;background-color:#212121;font-family:monospace;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:-.1px;padding:25px 30px;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.marcelThread b]font-weight:bold;color:#716075;[/newclass] [newclass=.marcelThread a]text-transform:lowercase;font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.darkKtag]padding:5px;background-color:#1a1a1a;font-size:6px;color:#c2c2c2;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:0.2px;border-radius:3px;font-weight:600;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.darkKtag a]font-weight:600!important;font-size:6px!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.darkKdivide]margin-top:5px;width:auto;height:1px;border-bottom:solid 1px #1a1a1a;[/newclass] [newclass=.darkKnotes]margin-top:5px;font-size:8px;[/newclass] |
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 Normal ain't normal, 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 is a luxury If you wanna understand, you stand 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ❧ mcflurry is left with a dry throat, nervously clapping. it feels like she's gasping for air where she should be breathing. two legendary pokemon? and an ultra beast? does rocket not know what they could do with this? how much they could hurt people? they have to. they plan on using it, even. to take over hoenn. mcflurry only took this job because she had no other option. and now, she's sick to her core that she's even here. everything about this is wrong to her. she -- she doesn't want to be here. as the q&a rolls forth and the grunts clamor, mcflurry stands in the back, her gaze locked onto the white of declan's eyes, like a woman possessed. in an effort to calm herself, she clutches her latest gift from her parents -- from her homeland of fiore, hidden in her pockets. but it may just give her away, as well. a capture styler with a key stone in it tends to be a bit of a rarity in hoenn, after all.  [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","kheader"] [attr="class","kthread"][attr="class","rocket"] It's as if the man's entry has brought the chill of the worst Circhester winters: a mystery from Kanto, a region destroyed. Gavin is tense as he stands close to the stage as befitting his rank, silent and brooding.[break][break] The first announcement does little to reassure him. dominic sinclair has long since clashed with Gavin. Their ideals, their personalities... only their loyalty to Rocket existed in harmony. His jaw clenches as he adjusts to this new reality. He is in too deep to back out now. You can never escape Rocket. He is reminded of the reign of Silas. Fear and oppression. Is that what Rocket will once again become? With Emma Wolfe he had vowed to forge a future for Rocket where its members might remain from loyalty rather than fear.[break][break] That dream seems to fracture at its edges when Darkrai rises up from the floor.[break][break] In the sour lighting of the submarine, his hand finds Emma's and offers a tight squeeze. His eyes do not stray from their new master, but the gesture speaks volumes: I don't like this.[break][break] He does not let go until Declan beckons him forth. Gavin steps from the shadows and looks at him, expectant but uncertain. Reflex sees him snatch the ball from the air effortlessly, arm dipping slightly with its unexpected weight.[break][break] In spite of himself, his fears, a thrill of dizzying excitement captures him: Shadowfied Lugia.[break][break] He looks down at the capsule between his fingers, then tosses it into the air above the crowded Rockets. He lays eyes upon the corrupted legendary for the first time along with his cohorts, friend and foe, staring up in awe as Lugia lets out a deafening SCREECH. Its shadowy powers manifest through the attack, SHADOW DOWN, threatening the defenses of all.[break][break] It is both terrifying and beautiful.[break][break]  "I shall handle it with utmost respect," he vows, in response to Declan but addressing the Lugia itself. It seems to recognize him as its keeper, glowing red eyes fixed upon him for further direction. He allows it to dominate the room with its presence a few moments longer before clicking the button on the capsule once more.[break][break] At Katherine Fairburne, Gavin smirks, remembering their conversation on the ocean. "Ah, the irony isn't lost on me. Good luck with your new position."[break][break] The floor is opened to questions, and Gavin has many. He voices only one: "What is our next move, sir?" [break][break] [attr="class,"divide"] [break][attr="class","notes"]notes: it's beautiful my god [attr="class","tag"]rocket 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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[nospaces] [attr="class","kcontain"] [attr="class","kheader"] [attr="class","team2"]      [attr="class","mthread"][attr="class","rocket"] Rex is quaking by the time the Shadow Lugia came out. He aches to send out his trusty One for a feeling of safety, but holds his hand firmly by his side. Their new son of a bitch leader here might take that as a threat, he could just imagine being killed over that stupid of a misunderstanding. [break][break] He resists the urge to curl his lip, not invested enough in thinking to clarify why he decided to hate this new leader, but he kinda does. He could stand being in this underwater hell. Could stand seeing those horrifying shadow monsters (he still trusted One to protect him from those). Somehow this made him grumble. Boss better not be dying...I don't like this guy. [break][break] Still, they were gonna be up to something, right? Swallowing the shivers that had consumed him, Rex piped up as Gavin asked about their next move. His voice was loud, obnoxious, and he hoped "leader" knew that he'd just be dealing with more of the same with his type, of which Rocket was likely flooded with, "And when are we gonna go smack down the League, like seriously!?" All these horrifying monstrosities, it couldn't be that they were gonna sit around any longer? Surely not! He was ready to graduate from being the bum if Hoenn to putting his feet on Hoenn, bring out the tributes for Rocket! [break][break] [attr="class","divide"] [break][attr="class","notes"]notes: Transfer of power! [attr="class","tag"]@power 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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When Genesis first got the notification on her phone that team rocket headquarters were trying to get a hold of her, part of her panicked as her heart skipped a beat. She had only been in Hoenn for a month and they are already harassing her about her inactivity in rockets name. Like, really?! WTF?! However upon reading the mass message through sent to all of team rockets members both new and old, she learned she wasn’t in trouble… yet. She was quick to gather her things and meet at rendezvous point. |
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A TRANSFER OF POWER (ROCKET)
POSTED ON Aug 19, 2020 0:34:43 GMT
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[nospaces] [attr="class","runrun"] [attr="class","runrun2"] [attr="class","runruncirc"] [attr="class","runrunimg"]  [attr="class","runrunlyric"] a transfer[break]of power [attr="class","runrunpost"] valerio though the rockets turned soft the day cadis von klaussner took leadership. SILAS BLACKWELL’s means might not be morally upright and encouraging but at least he led the team with a vision. of course, valerio recognizes the fact that the things you need to do to live are not the things that will define you.[break][break] valerio likes to believe cadis led a rocket ruled by principled unity. but as far as valerio is concerned, these people are just a bunch of kids only looking for a way to survive. the second they get into trouble, they might just leave this place again.[break][break] people are already inside the foyer when valerio arrives, following giada morgan as he stands beside her with eggnog on his arms. his eyes trail among rockets who crowded the room, all with mixed emotions, mostly indifference, to the one speaking. and as his eyes trail to the platform, surprise catch him from seeing a ghost in the past. the presence of legendaries does not even startle him.[break][break] gossips about the new boss have around for weeks. he does not expect him to be walsh.[break][break] questions are entertained after he speaks. people raise their hands to ask the obvious ones, valerio needs to know something different. he clears his path from the audience as he approaches the platform.[break][break] ”well, i’ll be damned if i didn’t say i’m surprised you’re here, walsh.” valerio tries to imitate the enthusiasm in rex’s approach even when he senses the condescending tone of it. he has a lot of questions but he knows he doesn’t have all the time to ask them.”these guys will be asking the ‘whats’ and ‘whens’ but i think we need to set things straight from now on. to what direction are we leading the organization now? what is our goal?”[break][break]  [attr="class","runruntag"]#event [attr="class","runruncirc2"] PHARAOH LEAP CREATES [googlefont=Montserrat:300,400,800] [googlefont=Inconsolata:300,400,700,800] [googlefont=Roboto:300,400,700] [newclass=.runrun]width:350px;padding:14px;background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;color:#777777;[/newclass] [newclass=.runrun2]background-color:#f0f0f0;position:relative;padding-top:50px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.runruncirc]height:300px;width:400px;background-color:#e3e3e3;border-radius:100%;position:absolute;margin:-210px -25px 0px -25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.runrunimg]height:100px;width:100px;padding:13px;background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 2px #cccccc;border-radius:100%;margin:0px auto 20px auto;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.runrunimg img]height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.runrunlyric]font:40px Montserrat;font-weight:300!important;text-transform:lowercase;line-height:25px;color:#7038f8;letter-spacing:-2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.runrunpost]padding:30px 40px 50px 40px;font:11px Roboto;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.runrunpost font]font:bold 13px Montserrat;line-height:11px;color:#7038f8;[/newclass] [newclass=.runruntag]color:#ffffff;font:bold 7px Montserrat;line-height:7px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;width:350px;position:absolute;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.runruntag a]color:#7038f8!important;padding-left:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.runruncirc2]height:200px;width:200px;background-color:#e3e3e3;border-radius:100%;margin:-25px 75px -150px 75px;[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","merkI"] [attr="class","merkpokesI"]  The Rocket Headquarters, a submarine that could traverse the deepest, darkest depths of the oceans. No wonder that it felt so much more welcoming and at home than Slateport ever felt before. Like-minded individuals, who wouldn't judge a book by its cover, the dark ocean depths around them for miles and miles, without a single hint of light. It was practically heaven, or at least, her own ideal version of heaven. Dwelling amongst the ocean's creatures, life itself felt all the more real. And yet, this was a trip for business that she was here today, not for pleasure. A new Boss was coming from Kanto, to announce his presence and theoretically, attempt to establish loyalty. Celeste had only met Cadis once, but he had seemed like quite a resourceful individual. Anyone who personally met with even some of the newly recruited grunts had her faith. Regardless, as the crowd began to form, Celeste stood to the side as she watched the announcements begin. Declan Walsh. He certainly sounded pretty confident, that much was for sure. Regardless, his first act slowly raised Celeste's eyebrows. Not only did he reveal that Darkrai had chosen him, but another individual amongst Rocket to become his avatars. While the exact situation wasn't expected, and she could certainly appreciate the appeal of the Legendary Pokemon that was joining their side, she couldn't help but find it expected. Offering power, in exchange for Loyalty from a high ranking Rocket Member? Declan certainly understood that loyalty was not just earned, but bought as well. However, the very next item on his list had Celeste's full attention. Former Council Member. He could only be talking about Olivia. However, as soon as the name Lugia was mentioned, her eyes widened extremely as she looked at the man who was suddenly trusted with one of the literal deities of her beliefs. Gavin. She knew the man, although not well. She was, however, surprised that Declan didn't seem aware of an Abbiati amongst them. Regardless, her eyes couldn't tear away from the shadow god that Gavin unleashed into the room. Even though the Screech threatened to knock her to her knees, she stood tall in awe. It was beautiful, in all its majestic glory. It was everything she could have ever dreamed of seeing and more. Perhaps, on a different note, she would have loved to see the beautiful beast before it became its current shadowed form, but through hardship, one unlocked the true depths and strengths of the soul. Despite that... it looked sick. Unhealthy, as if it should never be this way. Her gut twisted in confusion as she looked upon it, wondering how to properly handle the thought process alone. She even felt more than a bit uncomfortable with the idea of someone owning it. Lugia was a powerful Pokemon, one who slumbered beneath the waves lest it causes hurricanes to devastate the land. To think that power was suddenly within their control, brought ethical questions, and challenged her faith. The balance of the world was carefully kept, and with one of its great protectors now in the hands of man, what would happen? She whispered a silent prayer to the beast under the hope that it would somehow understand her before Gavin recalls it, still staring wide-eyed at the man. There were zero doubts in her mind. She would convince him to allow her to see them, soon. There would be no denying her access to the powerful pokemon. After all, Declan himself said to thank the Abbiatis, why would that not include her? His third gift received less attention from Celeste but was noted as well. Again, he gave gifts to establish loyalty. The temptation was, of course, there to get on his good side to gain gifts as well, but that would be playing right into his hands. If there was one thing she learned growing up, everything had a price to pay. Perhaps these gifts came with an underlying threat as well. Serve me, and he should reward them. Betray him, and he theoretically had the power to remove them just as easily. As the floor opened up to questions, Celeste would remain calmly on the side of the room until she eventually found a moment of calm to speak, stepping out of the shadows to do so. "Abbiati here. I simply require a stronger understanding of how the Lugia was obtained. Whether that answer comes now, or later, does not bother me." 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Oscar gazed upon the events on stage with a mix of pride and envy. He was ecstatic that Rocket had the resources to provide such powerful boons, but he couldn't help but long to be up there. His ambition was limitless, yet its lack of pay off made him restless. Still, nothing could be done. He had no choice but to bide his time and wait. Soon enough his chance would come. |
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She had no real qualms about working beneath him, not really. He wasn't Silas, and the man seemed retain respect for Cadis. That was more than she could have expected.[break][break] And to see dominic sinclair rise to power was expected and accepted - she had no qualms.[break][break] Watching Katherine Fairburne be granted such an important role in the League environment was both honorable and dangerous. It wasn't a matter of whether the woman was ready - it was the Blacephalon's power she was most afraid of. For a world Cadis wanted to be 'white' and without pain or suffering, that blasted Pokemon had caused a great deal of it. She had almost died because of it, along with several other Rockets caught in the crossfire. That, and it was a ghost. She hated ghosts.[break][break] Emma takes a deep breath, however, as Cillian Quinn is thrown a pokeball. The shadow Lugia within resonated pain and suffering, a legendary Pokemon reduced to torment and destructive power. There are no words to describe the unease she feels, standing next to the man she trusts and watching him willingly accept such a gift. Could one even call it that? If Gavin is holding her hand still, she discreetly pulls away while he steps forward to announce his gratefulness and promises.[break][break] Where he asks a question, she does not. 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NEWS OF THE NEW ROCKET BOSS' ARRIVAL seeps through rocket communications quickly. their previous leadership, 
AFTERWARD, THE BOSS gestures toward a dark-haired man (one of many). his voice carries loudly across the room, echoing against the metal walls of the submarine.[break][break]
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DECLAN PULLS OUT A BEAST BALL FROM HIS POCKET, and beckons for 
