Blitz lets out a yelp as it's body quickly stiffens. Its eyes dart left and right in panic as it struggles.

Wiggle your toe. Just wiggle your toe. Blitz quietly thinks to himself, trying to regain its ability to move. Yet, as a minute passes by, the tiny dog finally lapses out a sigh of relief as it can finally move again.

Looking down in the hole, it glares at the ghostly coral pokemon. Staring into the hole, its eyes begin to glow as it COPYCATS the Corsola, invoking its own Disable on it.

Having the opportunity, it begins to paw at the Corsola again, trying to pull it out.

J.J. can't help but feel a little awkward from the huddle with the group as they delve deeper thanks to the Araquanid's water bubble.

”Good to know that none of you are claustrophobic.”

The light from the Lanturn is enough to help guide them, but seeing as they’ve now come to a stop, the dark-skin man attempts to flatten the rough terrain, but the Ancient Power isn’t enough.

J.J. calls out Frankenfish the Dracovish from its pokeball, who seeing the situation, begins to cut through the pathway using its massive teeth via FISHIOUS REND.

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chryssa glasgow , Billi Marsh , Suprasad Bhat

water-type move used.

The fledgling Rocket grunt nods as he listens to Gavin’s explanation, his curiosity somewhat peaking then dropping at the mention of a severed bond; though their overall uniqueness still has him captivated. ”Is there any risk in, you know, shadowfying a pokemon?”

His gaze shifts over to the group of Wooper falling one after the other. Without missing a beat, the grunt is quick to toss them into the sack carried between the mouths of the waddling Zweilous. Having a good haul, he looks back to the Underboss. ”Seems like we’ve got a good haul, boss. We should probably get out before they notice them missing, plus, it’s better to keep the avenue open.”

J.J. begins leading his Pokemon back to the hole in the fence, but not before having his Dracovish pull the Arctozolt with them by its tail.

”Right, I’ll make sure these boys are properly caged up before taking them back. They should fetch a decent price regardless.” he says as he begins cutting away at the fence even more to make proper room for the Arctozolt. ”You gonna stick around?” he asks, glancing back to the Underboss one final time.

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Cillian Quinn
cuckoo in the nest

Feeling his strength leave him, he feels his weight shift as he’s suddenly on the ground staring at the black haired rocket grunt as he places a knife up against his cheek. Seemingly unphased by the man’s threat, he simply glares at him with his blue eyes, watching as the man puffs away at the cigarette in his mouth.

Crouching over him is a mistake as J.J. quickly sweeps the man’s legs with a kick, forcing him onto the ground as well as he jumps upwards, grabbing at the man’s wrist to properly disarm him – uncaring that his cheek has just been sliced. ”Corviknight, attack. he utters as he shakes his wrist briefly, loosening his designer watch over his knuckles before pounding down into the grunt’s face.

The prized Corviknight lets out a screech as it flaps its wing upwards, gaining some height in the air before raining down its claws onto the Galarian Corsola, using POWER TRIP against it.

Even with his weakened strength, the blonde is relentless in his assault as he continues to punch downwards with the watch wrapped around his fist. As the front begins to crack and blood trickles down from his wound, J.J.’s fervor and assault only increases

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J.J. will admit that there’s an extra sense of danger when it comes to infiltrating the Safari Zone; though the man’s lust for adrenaline seems to differ from his; especially since the only risk taken is being caught.

He is captivated by the Rocket Underboss though as the man brings out yet another shadowy pokemon whose aggression seems eerily abnormal. Where and how did he get these pokemon?

With each day passing in the criminal organization, it seems as if the rich boy’s commitment towards the organization only deepens; especially now that he’s actually committing crimes rather than just doing petty tasks.

”Those two pokemon of yours, they’re not normal.” he states the obvious, somewhat curious as he tiptoes between the door of trying to get his own.

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Cillian Quinn
cuckoo in the nest

Pushing through the shrubs, he shrugs his shoulders at the mention of profit. ”Money’s nice, but that’s just a bonus. It’s more interesting doing things that people don’t really expect.”

He pauses for a moment, his icy blue eyes latching onto a baby-like figure waddling by. ”Arctozolt, huh? Isn’t that some weird Frankenstein of a pokemon from Galar?”

Thinking about it the odd fossils from Galar, he shudders as he thinks back to the strange fish-like dragon in his possession. Does it hurt to walk? Where is it’s stomach? How does it even poop? There’s just too many questions.

He pulls out a pokeball and quietly chucks it out, releasing the Frankenfish from its capsule as he points over at the Darumaka. ”Crunch.”

Seeing the looming shadow of Dracovish behind it, the icy Darumaka turns to look at the odd dragon, but before it has time to scream, the fish bites down, thrashing the poor creature in its mouth before spitting it out. J.J.’s quick to pull it towards him, stuffing it into a sack as he releases his two-headed dragon, letting it drag the poor pokemon.

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Cillian Quinn
cuckoo in the nest

Hearing the sound of footsteps approach, J.J. turns to look at the ‘grunt’ for being late, but his eyes briefly widen at sight of the Underboss. Swallowing his words he cautiously eyes the shadowy Corviknight return to its pokeball, only letting out a sigh once it’s gone.

Having firsthand experience at the other Rocket’s business nature, he lifts the wire cutters and points over at the fence. ”We’ve carefully scoped out the area. There’s actually a blind spot within the cameras and it’s not heavily patrolled.” he explains.

”Considering you’re not here with others, I assume you’re not here to reprimand me, right?” he momentarily glances back at the man before making his way towards the fence.

He quietly slinks along, keeping his body hugged against the nearby shrubs before clipping a hole through the wired fence. He carefully puts the wire aside, poking his head in to spot out any potential guards. Seeing no one, he turns back to Gavin and waves, signaling for him to approach.

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Cillian Quinn
cuckoo in the nest

J.J. carefully hides his face and signature blonde hair by wearing a doctor’s mask and a white cap as he quietly and stealthily scouts the Safari Zone. His icy blue eyes lock onto one of the fences close by as he holds out a pair of long pliers, ready to cut into the pokemon haven.

Of all the crazy stunts he’s done, raiding the Safari Zone has to be the craziest; however, he can feel his heart pound in excitement. ”I can’t believe I let him rope me into this…” he quietly mutters, looking over his designer watch as he waits for another Rocket grunt to show up.

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Cillian Quinn
cuckoo in the nest

J.J. can’t help but to sigh in relief as the ghostly Froslass crumbles away into snow. Fucking finally. he quietly thinks as he makes his way into the underboss’s room to retrieve his pokemon.

The man’s distaste towards his Obstagoon doesn’t go unnoticed as inwardly, the rocket grunt shares the man’s sentimentality hence why he’d only chosen to call it out at the last moment. In many ways, its decision to openly lick the ghost in such a manner invoked an even chillier sensation than the ghostly maiden’s hexes.

He glances over at the man as he picks up a report, frowning slightly as it’s fair to assume that he’s not getting the raise mentioned earlier. ”Right, right.” he replies plainly, slipping both hands into his pockets as he slinks away – choosing not to make a fuss with someone who has a better stature than him.

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Cillian Quinn

The fledgling rocket grunt can only curse as he feels chills crawl up his spine as the Froslass begins hexing the group. He shudders at the cold feeling as it bears some semblance to dead hands touching his shoulder.

Quickly surmising that his Zweilous might not be able to handle any more damage, he tosses in a second pokeball as an Obstagoon lets out a shrill giggle as it emerges from its slumber, staring down at the strange ghost. ”Reno, give Hydra some back up. Hydra, finish that stupid ghost already.”

The KISS wannabe pokemon is quick to charge at the ghost as it quickly wraps both arms around it in a hug all the while giggling like some sort of mad man. The Froslass is momentarily stunned by the sudden maneuver as its embrace is unexpected but what comes next is even more shocking as the Obstagoon actually LICKS it on the cheek.

Taking full advantage of the distraction, the Zweilous finally shakes off both the chills and the permafrost as it lunges back at the ghost, chomping down at it again with another CRUNCH from both heads.

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Cillian Quinn

The two-headed dragon’s body begins to stiffen as its body is slowly covered by permafrost. It lets out a strained cry, releasing the frigid ghost from one head’s toothy grip. J.J. nearly curses for only considering its strengths while overlooking its weakness.

He turns to look over at Gavin, who’d just been strike by a book, nearly snickering as a lone ”Pfft.” escapes from his lips. Poking his head to look back at the battle, he can see the unfavorable odds. ”Hydra, use one head to Crunch and the other to Roar.”

Thankfully, the permafrost hasn’t completely frozen over the dragon as the one head still latched onto the ghost lets loose, biting down a second time whilst the other head groans loudly, letting its loud muddy voice echo throughout the submarine.

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Cillian Quinn

He squints his eyes for a moment as he stares somewhat deadpan at the well-dressed man, unsure how exactly he should respond to the strange question about exorcisms. Yet there’s little time for him to think as he’s forced to hide against the wall as shards of ice suddenly come flying out of the room.

The blond grunt peeks inwards before ducking his head back, slowly regretting the necessity of joining the organization to find his long lost little sister. Thinking of the best strategy to use, he nearly considers sending out Quinn to burn the ghost down at a distance, but that would be an extremely moronic decision since they’re currently in a submarine.

”Sorry, fresh out of crucifixes.” he retorts, pulling out a pokeball and rolling it into the office as a Zweilous suddenly pops out before the wraith. ”Hydra, Crunch.” he utters from behind the door.

The two-headed dragon eyes the ghost down with ferocity as it charges forward, lunging both heads as it voraciously chomps down at the icy ghost.

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Cillian Quinn