Agents

Hopefully this does end as a gossip piece in HNN.

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"Understood." He said, nodding sharply. "I appreciate your concern. I'll be sure to heed your words."

Regardless of his experience, Team Rocket was its own kind of beast. He couldn't let self confidence turn to reckless arrogance. His spirit might be broken, sure, but it was much more likely for his body to break before that.

"That is all I had on the Agenda." He said after a few moments of silence, prompting Raki to reach into the man's jacket and produce a notepad.

The puppy flipped through the contents while nodding to himself, before nodding one final, definitive time and letting them know that, indeed, the agenda was complete with a yip.

On cue, their maid appeared with their orders on a platter, setting them in front of them before bowing and making herself scarce.

Gwyar eyed the Pumpkin spice frappe thing he had randomly ordered with a tipped brow.

It looked... sugary.

"Looks like something my daughters might appreciate more than I." He said wryly, sighing at his random choice.

His diet did not allow for these kinds of carbs. He pushed the frappe to the side, were Raki promptly snatched it off the table and began to swallow down.

He turned his gaze away from the tempting display and towards the window once again, leaning his head atop his palm.

Despite the window granting them a view of the beauty outside, the same could not be said for the other side of the glass.

Several of his pokemon were tucked away in nearby corners, blending in as urban wilds and doing their best to keep this clandestine meeting, well, clandestine.

His Hypno was taking care of the image projected outwards through the window besides them. A clever mixture of Light Screen, Hypnosis and Nightmare serving to prompt any onlookers to unconsciously look away.

His Decidueye ghosted through the skies, utilizing its sharp eyes to serve as a lookout, gazing down from great heights.

His Kirlia passed herself off as a wild street performer, dancing about to the melodic chords of a homeless man who owned nothing except for a guitar underneath the shadow of a tree, keeping the web of spies connected through her telepathy as the rain fell upon the leaves.

Galatine was hidden within the shadows of the Cafe, guarding him, as ever, while keeping track of the staff.

Raki was being Raki.

And just in case- Gwyar had gone ahead and made use of some light make up and light touches to his hair. Subtleness often went farther in throwing people off than overt changes.

He liked to be prepared. If he was going to enter the force as a regular joe, he couldn't well be caught spending time with the Commissioner right before appearing before the public with a Councilman now, could he?

After a moment of silence, the man turned his gaze away from the window and regarded the commissioner.

A quirk of his lip preceded his question.

"Do I seem that unreliable?" He asked humorously, almost but not quite grinning. "I've been wondering recently."

Probably not unrelated to Eva Morales.

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-AUTUMNAL BINGO: Obscure Post Prompt

TAG: dahlia goode

Fisticuffs

What's all this then?

Nikita was swift to follow, vaulting over the broken window and landing firmly on his feet outside.

"Amateur work." He spoke, suddenly. His Russian accent was thick and real, the result of years of training spent in the frozen, merciless motherland.

As he continued walking towards her, the man carried himself as if he could see through her, shaking his head as he looked her up and down.

"Your fighting ability reproachable. Your planning embarrassing. Your costume is subpar. What did you hope to accomplish here today?"

He crossed his arms over his chest. Now that he had chased her here, far away from the prying eyes and ears of his 'allies', he could speak with a measure of freedom- even if his intentions might perhaps not be quite yet clear to the girl.

"Tell me, girl. Why did I chase you here?"

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TAG: yrsa ástasdóttir

He had come to Mt. Pyre a few times before- usually to clean up the graves.

He had been pretty bored while waiting for new orders, you see; odd jobs to entertain himself had become the norm for a while, which had led to a number of meetings. He wasn't sure if he was happy or regretful these had occurred at all.

Duty was what brought him back to the cemetery in this instance. The SCPD had seen a few officers fall in the line of duty recently. The Crater City had become an inhospitable place for the law and those who carried it out.

Having finished his business, the man had been on his way out of the cemetery with his ever present companion puppy when the sound of puppies playing reached his ears.

Naturally, Raki became immediately interested.

"There's no need to run, Raki." The man sighed as the puppy sprinted towards the sound without pause, dropping the several apricots he had been collecting along the way.

Eventually, the source of the yips and barks came into view- as did the trainer.

"Ah. Apologies." Gwyar immediately said, a sheepish smile on his lips as Raki ran up to the group, waving his paw excitedly.

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TAG: maverick noah ryder

Gwyar Wledig
Intrepid Sword
Bulk Up - Close Combat - Smart Strike - Iron Defense - Detect - Sacred Sword (Z-move = Behemoth Blade)

John Sullivan
Friend Guard
Psychic Terrain - Heal Order - Heal Bell - Jungle Healing - Toxic - Nature's Madness (Z-move = Guardian of Alola)

Horse Girls

Git that Glastrier

The blonde man laughed spiritedly at that.

"A bit too frosty, eh?" He said knowingly, reading through the lines. "That's fair. To me, most places are a bit too warm."

He too, had slowly gotten used to it... Mostly.

Still couldn't pay him enough to camp a single night out, though.

"A pleasure to be of help, Ms. Lilith! Thank you for assisting in my investigations!" He said, patting at his notepad with a hum, before turning his gaze towards the spot were he had planted his seed.

"There's no need to worry, young lady. I know a thing or two about raising crops in the cold."

Not exactly much of a choice in the matter in Freezington.

"But thank you. It was wonderful to meet you, Lilith. I wish you safe travels!"

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TAG: lilith eirwin

Agents

Hopefully this does end as a gossip piece in HNN.

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"Precisely." He responded, nodding- before pausing as he felt movement within the building.

A waitress finally approached the two, menus in hand.

Right. They should at least buy something if they were gonna be there.

Grabbing the menu, Gwyar quickly and randomly pointed at a menu item, the woman writing down 'Pumpkin Spice Frappe' on her notes before turning her gaze to the commissioner.

Once she had her order, the woman dismissed herself back to the counter.

"The SCPD is currently slightly understaffed, is it not?"

Resignations in the wake of the rocket takeover, while not particularly honorable, were a reasonable reaction if one wanted to make sure they would still be alive and well by the end of the year.

A feature common to cities controlled by crime syndicates was the high mortality rates within its police force, after all.

The ones willing to do their job, at any rate.

"The closer I work to Rocket, the more opportunities I'll have." He said, moving a hand over the other. "And... It's a chance to look into the SCPD's high brass, as well."

For all of team rocket's preparation to go off flawlessly- For both Gym Leader Melody, and the Mayor, to be kidnapped and ousted respectively- for a such a large amount of citizens to be allowed to riot in such a manner-

There had to be either major incompetence within the force... or a willing dereliction of duty.

Corrupt Cops were common enough even in regions without a massive Criminal Syndicate running around. Even a single Rocket in a position of high rank could be devastating to the league's ability to act against them.

"If the news are to be believed, a representative for Sootopolis has already been elected for a council seat, yes?" He said, correcting his posture on the seat and jostling Raki. "Father Bill Anderson? He must have a large escort."

He paused.

"I would like to ask that you put me in it." He said after a moment.

It would not be too unusual for transferring officers to be employed in an escort first, after all.

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-AUTUMNAL BINGO: Pumpkin Spice Post Prompt

TAG: dahlia goode

The Dawn of a Case

ACT 1

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"Very well. I'll keep an eye on the criminals." He said, nodding.

He went back to his pokemon, finding the men unconcious with his Aegislash hovering ominously over them. That took care of that.

Seeing as his junior was gone, the man allowed his gaze to turn skyward, brows pinching together in thought while he stared ponderously at the full moon.

He didn't know for sure why he had been assigned to this case, despite ostensibly being a member of the Sootopolis PD.

He supposed it wasn't much of a loss to lend out officers from a force that was entirely undermined within its own city, but...

He couldn't help but think something be amiss.

After a few moments of standing guard, his junior returned with some evidence in hand, prompting a smile from the blonde.

"Well done, Officer Arnnelia." He said with a nod, before turning his gaze towards the distant sound of sirens and the flash of red and blue in the night. "And just in time, too; doesn't seem like we'll be waiting long."

His Arcanine approached the man, allowing him to lean back against it and turn his gaze up to the sky.

"... You seem very driven, Officer Arnnelia." He said after a moment, tilting his head her way. He smiled. "Aiming high?"

Hoenn could certainly use some of its competent, young people in more leadership positions.

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-AUTUMNAL BINGO: Full Moon Post Prompt

TAG: Tara Arnnelia

Fisticuffs

What's all this then?

He wasn't fooled.

His hand moved, catching the girl's fist at the wrist and twisting down with his palm before shoving her back.



He moved with deceptive speed, following after her swiftly as he stepped close, hands flying through the air as he attempted to grab her.

He needed to find a way to get her out of his... 'allies' sight. He didn't like getting rough with a woman so young, but he would have to throw her out of the building.

Dmitry, for his part, smiled at his opponent from underneath his beard, eyes narrowing.

Before blurring into motion, fist snapping at Pom's face-

To snatch the leave out of her maw and place it into his own.

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Dmitry used Bullet Punch to try and steal Pom's leaf.

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TAG: yrsa ástasdóttir

At the End of the day

Raki was pretty certain he could bite his way into this treat, but the longer it took to deal with the plastic, the more appealing did learning Crunch become.

Gwyar simply stared dryly at the puppy, going completely unnoticed as he tapped his foot.

Eventually, the puppy's red eyes snapped towards Bam's approaching paw, blinking at it before slowly moving up to blink up at her instead.

Then, the puppy flushed with embarrassment, before teeth sliding off the plastic before he held up the drool-covered box to Bam, looking at the floor.

Gwyar clapped his hands, looking relieved despite Raki's clear embarrassment.

"That's good to see."

He wasn't so deep in his self-pity and ego to not accept help from a peer, then. Good to know!

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TAG: Cardamom Bliss

Grind

I've found you, @hermes.

Gwyar didn't quite catch the entire process that led to one unfortunate grunt getting choked unconscious, momentarily distracted by a passing Pumpkaboo.

It floated idly towards them and before offering him some lovely candy, dropping it on his palm. He pet the pumpkaboo as the trickery went on nearby, until the words were unceremoniously cut short.

That was his cue.

Nodding at each other, Gwyar and the Pumpkaboo parted ways as the man rounded around the house, following in Hermes' footsteps until he came to behold the sight of the other man holding a rocket in a chokehold.

"Stellar work." He said, nodding.

So far, so great with Hermes.

"Your companion is finished assuming their disguise, correct?" He reached into his pocket, releasing a Blue Gallade a moment later.

Once he heard the yes, the Gallade approached the unconscious rocket and, upon touching the body, whisked him away to places unknown with teleport.

One guard out of the picture and into the questioning room... though his companion didn't need to know about the later part just yet.

"We'll be assisting your Zoroark on this next part." He said simply, his shadow shimmering and twisting under him before it suddenly extended under the door and disappeared.

Inside the building, his Aegislash utilized its shadow sneak to merge with the heavy shadows of the poorly lit cabin, moving over the walls and ceilings to spy on those inside, and cover its temporary ally.

The world swam. In the middle of a sword fight, the last thing he needed was a sudden bout of migraine, but unfortunately, convenience was not on his side.

His eyes inevitably drifted close, and soon, the man found himself collapsing butt first onto a wooden kitchen stool, pie in maw.

Wait, that doesn't make sense.

Eyes snapping wide, he flew off his seat as if burned.

Almost literally. His body felt light, all of a sudden. Nearly 100 pounds lighter, matter of fact!

Long, lanky legs wobbled and scrambled for balance as the man's arms pinwheeled, sending the piece of pie in his now loose grasp flying randomly across the room while he fell ass first to the floor.

"What is going on?" He asked, bewildered, as he stared at his brand new hands. His very tanned, very skinny, very scarred-in-the-wrong-ways hands.

This... was most definitely not his body. Which meant only one thing.

He had fallen unconscious and was now dreaming.

Wait, really?! The Dragon beat him? In a swordfight?!

"I... lost a match?" He muttered airily, his soul nearly abandoning his new body. His skills had rusted so far...?

Or the Dragon was a True Master beyond all others in the world.

No, no! There had to be a true explanation for all of this.

His attempts at excusing his terrible loss were interrupted by the voice of... someone he didn't know calling everyone to the kitchen table, promising everyone they would 'figure things out' and 'change back' in a most Michiko-ish of manners.

Oh hey, their bodies had swapped! That was a great excus- explanation!

Rising to his feet with surprising ease, he realized the body he was in was incredibly easy to move in-

If he could maintain his bloody balance.

Eventually, Gwyar managed to stumble his way into the kitchen, long legs swinging wildly as his arms scrambled for balance.

"Never in my life did I think I would be learning to walk again..."

An uncharacteristic welsh accent flowed out of Doug Sullivan's lips as he finally collapsed onto a seat at the table, head dropping on his hand as he sighed in relief.

"... What are we doing, again?"

Ah, right. Testing for antidotes.

Looking over the broad selection, it wasn't long before he was found filling a plate with Spicy Marinated Pork and some Beef Kimchi Buns.

The new body looked like it needed the protein...

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-eating Spicy Marinated Pork and Beef Kimchi Buns cause there's not enough protein on this tiny baby man body.

TAG: michiko maeda Eva Morales Zac Ramsay

Fisticuffs

What's all this then?

The only response she got was a blank faced 'come at me bro', with the bearded Riolu in the background blowing an irreverent raspberry at her and her pokemon.

"OF COURSE HE'S ONE OF US, NIKITA WILL WRECK YOUR SHIT, YOU FLAT COSPLAYER!" Screamed one of the men on the floor.

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TAG: yrsa ástasdóttir