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POSTED ON May 29, 2021 4:05:47 GMT

A picturesque Route 117. The connective tissue between the bustling city with its teeming masses and media economy, and the quiet town, whose clean air made it a must-visit for people who spent too long in Fallarbor. This route is marked by a number of ponds, and a conspicuous lack of fishermen. The area is typically dominated by ice-chewing sicko triathletes and pokemon breeders. The unlucky souls who keep this society running by knowing things about babysitting and animal husbandry.

The Pikachu were starting to lose track of time. Their purpose was thwarted by the large swaths of dirt thrown around, effectively making the task of digging for buried thunderstones all the more taxing. They hadn't yet wised up and started keeping Raichu from being hurt, though that would make the battle more complicated for the two sent from Rocket.

"Okay! Use Bulldoze!" He said, followed by Trapinch charging into a crowd of Pikachu again, kicking up dust and an inch-thick layer of dirt all the while. It bowled them over, scattering the group. Their only ranged moves were the by now unreliable thunderbolts, so they were forced essentially to stay within range.

Giona then dug the beanie back out of his pocket, and pulled it tight over his hair. He had to maintain the cover of a concerned ranger-- lest any passersby recognize him as the guy at the bistro. "Point taken. That being said, it was important that you atleast know the cover-story I had cooked up, incase someone stopped us."

Giona said, looking back to the Raichu. The large and imposing rat had already moved on. With muscles strengthened after minutes of doing Agility, it was ready to attack. With its body bombarded with Mud-Shot time and time again, it was back to square one in terms of speed. It could take off like a motorcycle, but the traction simply wasn't there. Once Raichu had a way of standing without tripping over its feet, it leapt and tried to swing a flashing Iron Tail at the Palpitoad bearing down on it.

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TL;DR: in the second season of prison break, they've already broken out of prison. the name still works if you consider society to be a prison.

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POSTED ON May 29, 2021 3:30:41 GMT

Another quick pop, followed by quickly dunking the shell on the head of the large hairless mammal. Giona then set Trapinch down, and demonstrated not only pulling the shell off, but also cramming it back on. He then looked the copper ant in the eye, and watched it do the same. Two pokeballs fell to the floor as he turned them in.

Asriel repeatedly sandbagging his attempts to talk taught him to stay quiet. Still, his nose twitched with irritation like a pig's, and Giona craved a cigarette. To actually smoke, he'd have to not only get out of the sub, but also swim to shore. Just thinking about it made him clench his teeth with discomfort.

He then picked up two more pokeballs from the shipping pallet, and set loose the large pink beasts inside. They were likely kept alive by human interference to begin with, given their subpar reflexes. Giona and Trapinch then wrested two shells from them, and dunked the shells over their heads. He then withdrew them to their pokeballs, and reached for another pair.

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POSTED ON May 29, 2021 3:05:05 GMT

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His pockets were heavy. 6 Pokeballs, all black with the candy-red R. A wallet, housekey, phone. A lighter, and cheap, fragrant cigarettes. Though they were on a smoothed concrete floor, her surprise punch lifted him and sent him skittering across the floor with the exact sound and weight of a sneaker hitting a polished hardwood floor. Like someone in a heated game of basketball.

Lulu popped up in the shadow under his neck, and told him to make sure he didn't get caught. A chill ran down his spine, but their job was done, as far as he knew. Minutes of scouting the area with not one but two birds didn't yield anything. Giona propped himself up on one elbow to dig out a pokeball and withdraw Unfezant. They were still in that uncomfortable stretch of time after midnight and before morning.

Her point was taken. He rolled over onto his chest and sprung to his feet, then took off running to clear out of the warehouse. He then started to slow to a walk as he neared the side of town that had people in it, so as to reduce the number of questions a bystander would have. Even though there were morning joggers, ice-chewers who only drink water and black coffee, it was still hours before he could pass for one of those. Thus began his commute home.

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POSTED ON May 27, 2021 19:06:12 GMT

Her attempt to scare him had made its mark this time. Because it finally escalated from seething to nearly slugging him. His eyes widened, in a way that’d be more associated with childlike wonder. Giona shuddered with anticipation, like when that metal hook nearly brained him.

Give me one reason why I shouldn’t hurt you. Might be the easiest question posed that day. They all had their places, and he’d just need to remind her of his. That, and his name. Just as foolish as before, he puffed his chest out a little and tried to muster a toothy grin.

“Because, as easy as it’d be to replace me, they’d notice that the guy who works at the safehouse in Mauville was out of commission for a few days, after working with you. Give it a month, and I’m sure I’ll be low enough for you to finally step on me. I’m Giona Ferrara.”

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POSTED ON May 27, 2021 1:34:02 GMT

A dimly lit place, whose dead silence made it clear by now that the thing they were sent to scare out was scared out. That any day now, someone even more dumb and blustering than the 23 year old child she was faced with would have to sweep, and then it could be used for god knows what. A good couple hundred square feet of free real-estate for the smuggling business, made even more valuable by the ferry on the other side of town, connecting it to Lilycove.

Her attempt to scare him hadn't failed that completely, his breaths were sharp, and would be even if he wasn't 2.5 cigarettes in already. He had lungs like whatever stress ball she mangled in her office. Completing this tortured simile was his sudden bone-dry cough, causing the cigarette to fall to the ground and crumple, like a tower whose foundation was hit with dynamite. Lulu's glare was all the more upsetting than even demonstrating supernatural power.

"It means a lot that you'd visit, nobody who was on the away-team in Fortree did."

He'd suffered from his own success. He'd become irritating at first under the suspicion that she was drunk, and no matter how strong she was, he didn't like the prospect of babysitting someone who was drunk. She'd cleared her head enough to nearly come out of her skin reminding him that he was just a clown. And now it was far too late to suggest that he was pretending to be stupid, she'd taken him at his word.

"You're right. But here's the thing. I won't have to worry about it until it happens. I know it will though. I'll get what's coming to me. Fretting about it is a waste of time."

Giona's Unfezant started to gather a Tailwind in anticipation of another ghost sighting, still on edge somewhat. It wasn't an attack per se, so much as insurance against another. Giona then spaced his feet out, one of his legs shaking a little as it stretched. He was considering leaving now that the job was done, but nobody was foolish enough to leave their back turned to someone who stared daggers through it.

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TL;DR: What is fear? Is it the physical reaction? The mind processing it? Or is fear realizing abruptly that you're less safe than you thought you were?

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POSTED ON May 26, 2021 4:43:24 GMT

Lulu then melted into a shadow, and appeared next to him, leaning on a wall. She made it clear that he didn't quite grasp the question. Unfezant took high up nooks and crannies in the warehouse, trying to cover ground not already covered by Noctowl's diving runs.

"--Truth be told, I was faced with this question a month ago. It was me, Decker, and two other guys. I was the only one they grabbed after our mission, and... I didn't have to actually answer it. A prison break started on the day that I was pulled into the interrogation room."

Giona then sat with this for a moment, eyes dilating from a combination of the orange lights by their faces, and the cigarette itself sort of keeping him from jumping out of his skin when she grinned and leered at him. The mixture of various chemicals that frankly shouldn't be in a person and the devilish tobacco leaves put his survival instinct in a stranglehold.

"You're right. I would've been in jail by now, if you were League. I would've wiggled my way out, but that's beside the point. I'd be in jail. I'd stay tight-lipped, as long as it took for things to work out in my favor." He said, capitulating to the point she was making.

Lulu Flint

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Prison Rules [m][c]

POSTED ON May 26, 2021 3:57:16 GMT

Fortree City. A quiet town to the northeast. People are more physically fit here on average than they are in any other town, owing to constant ladder and rope-bridge climbing. The building they were in lied to the east, adjacent to a Pokemon Center.

The door was cracked open, thankfully letting a little clean air into the room, whose thick ribbons of grey smoke smelled like every type of firestarter and household cleaner put in a furnace. Crushing the side of the Camerupt Crush added flavor, giving Giona something to fixate on as the chemicals stopped him from having a panic attack or causing an incident.

Chryssa slid the door open with a creak and incapacitated the officer in question. Giona pocketed the lighter and remaining pack of Crushes, then stood and turned to face her. Even if he weren't smoking, he'd have sharp breaths on account of having a hardwood table kicked into his ribs.

"What are you doing? If we get stopped, they're gonna know that you were in on what we did. --Nevermind. We're gonna clear a path to the Warden's den, then I'll have Manectric disable the cameras. Then we high-tail it to Lilycove, and catch the ferry back to Slateport. You're too young to be in a cell."

Giona took a drag, letting an adidas-lace sized line of ash slough off onto the white tiled floor. He pinched the sides of the Camerupt Crush again before swinging the door open all the way and running past her. He made it down the short hallway to the Warden's booth, home to a keyring as well as a shipping pallet of pokeballs. He kicked the door in and drove the attendant's head into the handle with both hands over the back of his head.

He then snatched the keyring and opened a pokeball, drawing out a tall hound. He told it to use Discharge to short-circuit the lights and cameras connected to the half of the building they were in, and ducked out of the door to avoid the blast. He then pocketed the rest of his pokeballs, and tossed his beanie to Chryssa. "Pull this over your eyebrows, so it's slightly harder for them to recognize your face."

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TL;DR: It's the Prison Break Mission. We're doing Prison Break. The mission where someone breaks out of prison.

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POSTED ON May 25, 2021 3:20:10 GMT

A dimly lit place, with the occasional flash of light as one of the monsters ahead took its day out on the others. Luxray emerged victorious, and Noctowl took to combing over the place. Still... it was only his dwindling cigarette that stopped him from being irritating enough for her to kick his ass. One last thick line of ash fell to his feet, and he discarded it. Giona drew another cheap, fragrant cigarette and lit it with a flash of his lighter.

They both had ribbons of smoke peeling off inches from their face, and a faint orange light. This combination of factors finally illuminated her face, which had up until now been a well-kept secret in its own right.

"The Rockets saved me when I was aimless. 21, without steady work. I'm 23 now. I'm putting in the hours, I'm connecting with the right people. It's gonna happen, I just know it. And... What's up with you?"

This probably wouldn't be satisfactory. Nonetheless, it was true. More hope than willpower. Just charismatic enough for Killian to stick his neck out for him, not enough that another young go-getter would see him as competition to be culled. He took another drag. Two cigarettes would be plenty. He slouched a little and his eyes sat half-lidded, already emotionally past almost being brained by a Haunter playing a prank. Feeling her eyes on him, he forced a toothy grin.

Giona dropped a pokeball, calling a male Unfezant into play. The crested bird, insecurely glancing about, felt perfect for him to have. He whistled for it to do patrols as well. Luxray was then withdrawn.

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POSTED ON May 24, 2021 5:14:30 GMT

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Purchasing: 2 Pokeballs, Type 2 evolution (Torchic -> Combusken), Level Tutor for Combusken: Replace Sand Attack with Double Kick. Total Cost: 130 PD

Redeeming Earned Item: Level Tutor (Fortree Excursion A) for Combusken: Replace Growl with Bulk Up.

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POSTED ON May 24, 2021 4:47:10 GMT

At this rate, they'd be here all day. Chances are, the other man had a life outside of this menial task, just like him. Giona found himself to be restless, needing to burn through a cigarette without stinking up the submarine and getting his ass kicked. Giona dug a pokeball from his pocket, pressing on the button instead of dropping it on the metal floor like the others.

A large copper-colored ant dropped to the floor, looking up at Giona and chirping. The little bug watched him put another Judo-esque stranglehold on a Slowbro shell, and shove it onto Slowbro's head. It chirped some more, and even gestured with its little toeless feet. "So, what do you normally do? I'm a staffer at the Rocket businesses. I've been a landscaper, and now a line cook because of that." Giona said, trying once more to open up.

He dumped another Slowbro from the shipping pallet on the floor, and picked up Trapinch with a hand on either side as if he were holding up a sandwich. The ant happily clamped down on the shell, and Giona popped it off with relative ease. This was much more painful for the Slowbro, and he quickly muffled the yell by cramming its head into the shell and prompting the evolution again. He then returned the new Slowking and put the ball aside. He then dug another out of the shipping pallet and started again.

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POSTED ON May 22, 2021 4:43:24 GMT

A picturesque Route 117. The connective tissue between the bustling city with its teeming masses and media economy, and the quiet town, whose clean air made it a must-visit for people who spent too long in Fallarbor. This route is marked by the daycare, a must-visit for people who like doing donuts around the place to make your pokemon level up instead of playing the game.

The Pikachu were starting to wise up, and the ones that weren't blasted started to use Iron Tail on Trapinch. Still ill-advised, but less-so. The big-headed ant chirped, and turned to Giona for instructions.

"We'll leave Raichu to you, if that's okay. We'll keep the rest off you. Okay! Use Bulldoze!" He said, followed by Trapinch charging into a crowd of Pikachu, kicking up dust and an inch-thick layer of dirt all the while. It bowled them over, scattering the group.

Met with an raised hand to block him, Giona pocketed the beanie, and tucked his single braid over one ear like a pencil. He looked away sheepishly, noticing that he'd made her self-conscious. "Truth be told, she wasn't that mean to me. If I said what I said to a stranger... I could've very well gone back to jail. And I had the feeling that she knew that,"

Giona said, looking back to the Raichu. He was starting to clench his teeth together and suck air past them with discomfort. Even worse, the big rat grinned devilishly at him! "--Use Sand Attack!" Moments later, a wide swath from the inch-thick layer of dirt pulled up was powderized and flung at the remaining crowd of Pikachu. Giona moved fast to bean each of them that were stunned by Bulldoze with the pokeballs in the pallet.

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POSTED ON May 21, 2021 14:31:40 GMT

He didn’t bother to read the files. Reading is for suckers! Or atleast, the efforts of the intelligence unit were better spent elsewhere. This was the domain of the grunt. The jumped-up little runt ready to prove themselves.

He’d only pointed to gesture in the direction of the purple shadow, her turning and asking him about it defeated the purpose, especially with Noctowl already jumping all over it.

Giona took another long inhale, and another drag off his cigarette. Another line of ash as thick as a shoelace deposited itself between his grey Rocket grunt boots.

Haunter, for its impish nature, seemed ill-suited to defending itself. It used Shadow Punch after being lunged at and pinned, trying in vain to wiggle from the grasp of the owl’s talons. Unlike any fighting type trying to brain the bird, its balled fist passed through the owl, as mismatched as Lucario was earlier.

Luxray was normally so eager to play, and a cat of this size trying to play was enough of a threat for anyone, let alone this ghost playing pranks. Nonetheless, it waited for the two to drag their fight to the ground, tail swishing back and forth. Giona, ever the fool, took time to address his mountain lion. “Huh? Is this... stage fright? You used to be so restless. I bet you weren’t like this with Emma.”

Luxray then dashed into the fray, its canine teeth standing on end and flashing gold. It sunk its teeth into the purple shadow with Thunder Fang, parting it ever so slightly like a cat descending a curtain with its claws out. The sudden stunning effect made Haunter flinch, but it still stood. Giona then managed to stand, backpedaling into a concrete wall. He took another drag, and considered briefly if he was better off throwing his Trapinch at the thing. His big baby that loved talking to itself. The cigarette grew closer to his face as it disintegrated, and he tucked his braid over one ear like an arm on a pair of glasses to avoid the potential fire hazard.

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POSTED ON May 19, 2021 5:41:56 GMT

Asriel had the exact way of conducting himself as all the other young Rockets. The same smile that barely reached his eyes. The same cavalier attitude towards the mission; the sort of thing that had Giona scared straight by one of the elder statesmen of the company. A certain barcode-banged woman-about-town. Giona met Asriel with a weak grin, then got back to work.

"I have an operation in Mauville that can store these, and we'll get a truck out in a couple days. For now, we're just preparing them for the sale itself." He said, trying to cram the Slowbro's head into the large calcium-rich shell he'd just wrenched off of its tail. A flash of white light turned it into the more sinister Alolan Slowking, and he immediately put it in its pokeball. He put the ball off to the side.

"We'll just empty the shipping pallet onto the floor, then put all the pokeballs back into it when we're done." He said, calling forth another Slowbro and squatting next to it. He gripped the shell like a person he had in a headlock, and tried to wrench the shell off its tail, just a little faster and less concerned for the doe-eyed creature's sobbing, like the other man's method.

Asriel Pryde

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POSTED ON May 19, 2021 1:53:37 GMT

As tired as it was, it stuck for a reason. Blasting off again. There's resilience in that. Something to aspire to. Nonetheless, her attempt to breach new ground was admirable, and laughing may have been a bit too much. He gestured to her with a hand held close to his chest, promising if nothing else a reprieve from the sun glaring at the two of them. He pulled down the sleeves of his jumpsuit, tying them around his waist as he slid over the counter like a detective over a car.

Giona went through the walk-in freezer, pulling out a vacuum-sealed pouch of de-veined Octillery arms. Despite sitting in here for quite some time, they maintained their crimson hue. He picked two arms from the pouch of eight, and walked back to the kitchen area.

Setting up, he got out a plate on the counter closest to her. He dug out a frying pan, and splashed it with an olive oil of some sort. He then stood aside at a counter next to the stove, setting down a cutting board and chopping up tamato-berries, as well as lemons. The lemons went right on the plate, the berries went onto the pan and he flipped the burner on. They lost water held in their fibers, sure, but in exchange the fruit gained a nice savory flavor, and even the bronze markings on their skins that anything would have if sauteed. He got a spoon out from a wide keg of tools, just to flip em around, and eventually slide the berries onto the plate without getting all the oil on there.

Next, he set the crimson octopus arms down, and started chopping up a number of onions, as well as onion-adjacent vegetables like scallions and chives. He tossed these vegetables in with the arms, as the searing heat took moisture from the meat. He tossed the arms in the pan, trying to evenly sear the skin as its hue turned bronze, not unlike the fruit already on the plate. The octopus arms curled up and shrank slightly. They'd have a texture even leaner than some cuts of chicken, but ultimately just muscle, ruled by the flavors of the vegetables it was frying with.

He then dumped the entire contents of the frying pan onto the wide, flat plate. Giona ran to the pantry area that took up a wall of the kitchen, fetching a thimble, just the smallest amount, of a hard powder that blurred the line between cheese and salt. He then put the used dishes in the sink and poured a fragrant degreaser over them, and let water fill them.

He set the thimble of cheese (?) on the plate, and brought the plate out to a booth near the door, trying to get the little bit of ambient sunlight to hit the plate. Giona sat down across from the plate set out for her, and steepled his fingers. "There isn't much fat in the meat of that animal, so it's even more important to steep it in the flavor of whatever fruits and vegetables you have on hand."

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POSTED ON May 18, 2021 6:53:30 GMT

A picturesque Route 117. The connective tissue between the bustling city with its teeming masses and media economy, and the quiet town, whose clean air made it a must-visit for people who spent too long in Fallarbor. This route is marked by countless triathletes, as well as gardeners and kids from the neighboring Verdanturf town.

The Pikachu were countless. Some even tried to flank Trapinch and hit it with Thunderbolt, but to no avail. The little bug blinked, and tried talking like the grown-ups in the room, mostly by moving its jaw and chirping. Giona then whistled, behaving like a little league coach.

"Good hustle out there, little man. Now, use Sand Tomb to try and group them for her!" He said, followed by Trapinch kicking up a spiral shape of sand, presumably by the same force that allowed even smaller pokemon to use Power Gem. A number of Pikachu were caught and pulled together, and stunned momentarily.

Truth be told, he got over the momentary flinching of being met by a stranger walking in on him. He'd already put the pallet of pokeballs between the two of them, and just now noticed her tugging the hood over her head. He then discarded his black beanie, and closed the distance between the two of them. "I appreciate that you wanna be up-front. I really do. I also got the most mean death-glare on the planet from another one of us by talking to her about the job openly."

Giona said, offering the beanie to her with an outstretched hand. He hadn't noticed that one of the Pikachus nearby tried to wrest control of the pack for itself. It did so by using Iron Tail on the ground, unearthing a Thunder Stone. It seemed to absorb the mineral deposit, and flashed white as its metamorphosis into Raichu took place.

peggie vela

TL;DR: It's the mission where they wrangle pikachu!!!