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Oliver Shrakes was on patrol. Again. This time, in Petalburg Woods. Pretty familiar territory. While he had his Dragonite with him, he had Weepinbell and Breloom out this time. So far, nothing of note had happened, but something was bothering him. He had seen tracks, but nothing that would suspect poachers. The blazing red and black haired young man noticed his two grass types drifting away. Following them, they soon found a literal honey trap. Well, not exactly unethical or anything. Certainly good that they weren't in Johto, by Blackthorne. Still...this was an awful lot of honey. Ollie had to do a light thwack on the back of Breloom's head. Who glared at him. "It's not your's. And this is a trap to catch Pokemon. Not illegal or anything, so let's continue on, yes?"

Both of his Pokemon started to beg him to have a taste. The ranger just stared at them, and attempted to drag them both away. Problem was, they were resisting...hard. Was that honey laced with something?

oscar clayton

Oliver wore his standard ranger uniform, including long pants that covered his white legs. He really needed to go to the beach, especially to get some color his legs. Sighing the red and black headed young man walked his route, keeping an eye out for Ariados and Spinerak. With him out was his trusty Dragonite, who walked behind him. The bug pokemon were mostly night hunters, it was unusual if they saw them during the day. It was starting to get dark when he saw the huge amounts of webs in a section. Way too much for the section. If they were more spread out, it wouldn't be so bad. Waiting for Ariados to come out, he tried to reason with them with Dragonite translating. One of them, an unusually large one, instead challenged them to a fight. Well, here we go...


JG|G3YZI

Patrols weren't all what they were cracked up to be. They were often boring. Not too often something exciting happened, even back home. But it is what it is. Doing boring work may not be how you get promoted, but it did at least show that you were reliable. Or can. Oliver Shrakes walked Route 102, just taking note of Pokemon behavior, and any abnormalities. He knew people also caught Pokemon here, and even he was allowed to do much the same. Even on the clock. Though Ollie didn't want to unless it was to stop a conflict.

Going through the tall grass, he saw some fresh tracks. Jolteon if he remembered right. Frowning, he didn't think there were any Jolteon in this part of the route. But maybe he got lost or was a trainer's. Following them, he found the Pokemon alright, chasing something that he couldn't quite see. From his vantage point, he could see someone or something approaching it. Dragonite stood behind him, ready if the need arose.

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Satisfied so far, once they two Pokemon woke up, someone would also have to find out why they led the Pokemon group. But maybe the others would be willing to talk. Suddenly, his shadow started to expand. Looking back, both leaders were glowing with Explosion and/or Self-Destruct. His Dragonite was already near him to take him away. Everyone else was also trying to gain distance or use defensive moves. Only...time started to warp. And him and his Pokemon and everyone else transported away. The last of a few explosions. It ticked him off that in the end, the councilman did actually help them. At the comment though, the cyan eyed man glared. "It's Oliver, shithead." With that, the councilman left. Of course, didn't bother with the cleanup. Scoffing, they had a lot of work to do.

The next two days were a whirlwind of finding out why those two Pokemon led the packs, negotiations, and safely relocating Pokemon. Not to mention assessing damage done and what can be done to repair it. They had a good plan going, and a few rangers had some good ideas that Ollie was quick to pick up on and let them lead, while he played a supporting role. It came to them via their supervisor that a party was being held in their honor. In the nearby town's city plaza, with food and drinks. Rangers ate and drank for free. Including more...intoxicating drinks. Ollie made a mental note to pace himself and not do a repeat of the last time he got flat out drunk that no one should ever ask or know about. Aside from the sweetheart that he happened to break into their house by accident. Well, apartment. Either way, the mayor would be there, as well as several affluent members of the town and a lot more. Not that he cared too much about that. Free food and beer!

And so here he was with a few other rangers with him, along with several locals having thanked them for their hard work and everything. A kid even hugged his Dragonite, who hugged the tyke back. Thankfully, after the ceremonies and rounds of applauds, everyone was free to as they wished. Oliver found himself at an outside bar, enjoying the night air as his buddies enjoyed the attention from both people and their Pokemon. He did see that councilman, now identified as Kim Cole-Essam a couple times after the brief speech, but had since lost track of him. Thank Arceus...

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A twitch at occurred in the blazing red head. If he could get away with it, he'd clock that arrogant bitch right in the face. He could handle jackass superiors being dismissive of him...but civilians, not so much. Still, he went back to work.

The first pass helped, and Dragonite and Weepinbell kept going. Still, no one was having any luck in finding the Pokemon in charge. After most of them were fast asleep, and the others stopping surprisingly quick, he knew something was going on. The ground started to shake and a more terrible outburst started. An Execcutor and a Metagross! Blinking, Oliver was a little surprised. Some Pokemon did accept other kinds or didn't mind other kinds with each other, but this was...different. Well, time to get the party really started. Ignoring the asshole above him, likely looking over his shoulder, it was time for his two stars to put a stop to this. "Showtime. Weepinbell, when the opportunity arises, put both of them to sleep, try not to get Dragonite or Bravairy. Drag, go after the Metagross, Brave, you got the Execcutor." His two most senior members of his Pokemon team knew how to handle themselves, him having practically raised them since he was a kid or teenager. He knew their locations, too.

The councilman's comment irked him. "If I need it, I'll ask. Until then, stay out of the way." The guy didn't know how to listen! The black and red haired young man started to run towards the two commanding Pokemon and his own team. The battle would be well underway.

Bravairy dodged the first thorned Pokemon, and used Shadow Claw on the grass and psychic type, quickly getting its attention. Even with the super effective attack, the Pokemon still tried using Psychic and Seed Bomb to reach the bird Pokemon. Braviary continued to attack with Slash and Shadow Claw, with instances of Steel Wing. Dragonite gently put Weepinbell in a tree, then went guns blazing with a Dragon Rush first on the Metagross. The metal meteor, countered with Bullet Punch. The dragon slid into a twist, Fire Punch at the ready. The two battles were near each other. By the time Ollie arrived, it looked like the Execcutor could go down at any moment, as did the Metagross. Both Dragonite and Braviary did look worse for wear, but held up extremely well. "Stand down, now." Both Dragonite and Braviary backed off, but were at the ready whenever. With what little Forrtetress and Ferrothorn that weren't asleep watching, Ollie stepped forward. Both Psychic-types turned their attention to him, bloodlust not letting up.

The Execcutor jumped up, using a Stomp on Ollie. Only for the man to avoid it with a jump to the right. Metagross zoomed behind him, slamming down with one of its metal legs. Only to hit dirt...the Johto Ranger had turned sideways and hopped away. Both Pokemon were in shock, but they continued to attack him, only to hit air, tree, ground, or even each other. Sighing heavily, Oliver thought it was time to end this. "Are the two of you sure you should be focusing on me?" With a snap of his fingers, Dragonite used another Dragon Rush, followed by a flurry of Fire Punches, and finishing off the Metagross with a Hyper Beam. Braviary got stared down as he used Sky Attack on the grass-type, followed by a Brave Bird. Both Pokemon were knocked out. The few rangers witnessing it had their mouths agape at what Ollie just pulled off.

"If I remember right, this isn't the ideal environment for a Metagross. That one probably needs to be relocated. Everyone else needs to be aware of the trouble they're causing..." With a few demanding barks from his Dragonite and screeches from his Braviary, the two main culprits that weren't asleep gathered. Luckily, Ollie hadn't needed his Weepinbell yet. But getting the Execcutor and Metagross alone to talk to them were much easier now...


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Ollie's eyes narrowed, and his temper started to flare. He had no patience for bullshit like this. "I'm pretty sure you have no authority to do that-" His supervisor piped up. "He's a councilman." Shrugging, Oliver continued. "Then you know he doesn't have the power to do that. Most he can do is put bullshit political pressure on you, and that's it. If you have a spine, you can tell him to promptly fuck off. Secondly, something will go wrong. It always does, it's a fact of this line of work, especially in situations like this. My old boss back home once said "the second you think you're in control, nature will prove otherwise." And that form tends to vary wildly, but nature does tend to give you that message loud and clear. It's how we react to it that defines us. So just stay out of the way."

Hopefully he made his own point loud and clear. Crossing his arms and glaring down the man, Oliver thought maybe the guy would stand down. Instead, he boomed his voice and essentially gave what everyone was basically understanding already. Ollie was the up and coming newcomer to the area. And one that had already garnered mixed reception due to one part how he reacted to Greyson Connors and his actual successes. Then the councilman floated in the air, stating more bullshit. "Close calls in something like this is a fact of life. It'll be fine. Failure is what will look bad on me and my supervisor, and only us. You only run things and pass or fail policy." The duel colored haired man was very dismissive. Going over the plan and more and, they got things ready. His Dragonite and Braviary got prepped as did their other flyers. His Dragonite had three jobs. Carry his Weepinbell to spread Sleep Powder spores, keep an eye out for the alphas of each group, and potentially convince them to do a parley. His Weepinbell was hardly the only one to emit Sleep Powder. A couple Butterfree and other Pokemon that knew the attack and Hypnosis and Sing were also there.

Dragonite was still the fastest. And Weepinbell's Sleep Powder would be a little thin, but should lower the numbers enough. The plan was set. Now to see what nature will throw at them besides a bunch of suicidal Pokemon.

kim cole-essam

Ollie grinned. "On the surface maybe, but dig just a millimeter, if that, and you'll find a very different story." As it usually happens, you have to dig a little to find the truth of things. The League wasn't perfect, far from it, but it was still no where near the tyranny that Rocket represents and inspires. Even after the little comment, Ollie rolled his eyes. "That's true. Not all Rockets are god awful people. But there are also cases where it is pretty black and white. You and Mr. Banks? The orphans my siblings take in can smell the lies you two spew. So if I were you, I'd exercise your right to remain silent." Even though part of the crowd booed him, more still cheered for him. And threw some wads of paper at the imbeciles. Causing the ranger to snap at them. There was no need for that, they were entitled to their opinion, though they also need to know that part of his job was arresting wanted men. It was up to the jury to decide his innocence or guilt. Assuming it went that far.

He also heard the grumble from Mr. Banks, again making Ollie snap at him too. "You do know that a common tactic Rockets have done is use one man to cause trouble, then use another to solve it, right? An easy bait and switch. The sheer timing of this glory hound and everything about it reeks of that kind of scenario. But that's for others to decide on following up with." Dear Arceus this man was an idiot...and a scoundrel more than likely. He still waved at the dragon-hooded lady. "Stay out of trouble, young lady!" And just in time, back-up arrived to both pick up and secure the knocked out Pokemon, the still out Blaziken, and also take this guy to the station for questioning. Hopefully they would also do the smart thing and scour the nearby area with everything they got for any sign of the culprit. And Ollie's job may just be done for now.

Andrea Vaneau
THEO BECKETT

Oliver actually laughed in the guy's face as he put collapsed his baton and put it up, then putting this Theo in handcuffs. "That Nidoking was contained, and evidently on the verge of defeat. The Drednaw was asleep and guarded. The situation was on the verge of being resolved. You...didn't do squat. Plus, a little suspicious that you arrived in the first place with this kind of timing...pity I need either your permission or a warrant to search you and your residence more thoroughly, but that's for back up to do. Now, here are your rights..." What a pathetic narrative! Only the most feeble minded, blinded moron would believe such lies! It didn't escape Ollie's notice that the man also had three extra pokeballs. Could be filled with other Pokemon, but again, he needed permission or a warrant to check and test them. Either way, he read the man his rights as he awaited for back-up to take him away. Turning to Mr. Banks, the red head rose an eyebrow. "Oh? I wonder what an independent, non-bribable auditor would say...would be curious what your books and accounts show plus what your "clients" say..." Unfortunately, not his department, though hopefully his superiors would act on his recommendation. Even the kids his siblings' orphanage could smell the lies on the man.

"In the meantime, could you let Weepinbell out of your vault? And do be careful about breathing in the Sleep Powder spores." The young man made a simple request...hopefully the man would do so without complaint. There were some that had questions, including how he knew what Team Rocket did. "I'm from Johto, Blackthorne City. We get refugees every so often, and I've also gone in Kanto to assist others trying to get out. I've seen my share." He kept a firm hold on Theo's shoulder. The guy wasn't going to escape.

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The Blaziken moved in. Alright, enough was enough. The woman at least seemed to have learned her lesson. Releasing Inteleon, he gave it orders as he took out handcuffs. Again. "Intel, Snipe Shot. Stop that Blaziken." While recently evolved, he had worked with Inteleon extensively. Still feisty as ever, and always itching for a fight, Intel at least took a calmer approach than before. Effectively blocking the way to the Drednaw, it fired a powerful water jet towards the blazing chicken that took down the Nidoking so quickly. That alone seemed odd...as determined as that 'king was and as strong as his Dragonite was, there wasn't any way it would go down that fast. Still, he recalled the poisoned dragon. "Sir, recall your Blaziken and put your hands up. I'm arresting you for obstruction." Walking up towards the guy, his introduction made him stop.

And grin maliciously. Oh, he's dealt with Rockets before. Stupid shenanigans that put both Pokemon and humans in Johto. Taking out an extendable baton, and extending it, he glared with unbridled hatred towards the man. "Yeah, that just convinces me more to arrest you. Recall your Blaziken, and get on your knees with your hands up. They don't ever help out." Then came the peanut gallery. "They are. Don't let this goody two shoe act fool you. They're con artists, murderers, Pokemon poachers, and more. But do go on and resist...let me add on to the charges..." Or an excuse to use his trusty baton. Far as the other member of the gallery, he couldn't help but agree with the lady. "That...and if you think that, I wouldn't store any money here. Maybe I should have let the robber steal the vault. I bet your brother is outright stealing from everyone he can over there. Or being a loan shark, preying on innocent people." He would almost be at the stranger. Technically, it may not hold the man for long, sadly, but any amount of jail time might make the guy think twice about crossing him. That, or the guy will resist, and Ollie can actually give him something to fear.

Andrea Vaneau THEO BECKETT

Seemed the man was equally used to such interactions. Which, if he was a politician, wouldn't be too surprising, Ollie guessed. What he didn't seem to expect was the man's compliment and wanting to know more. "For reference, I'm from Johto, Blackthorne City specifically. It wasn't uncommon for Ursaring and Donphan to get into quarrels over territory. The best way to handle it was to put both groups to sleep, separate them, and find the alphas of each group and start communicating and negotiating for territory with a Pokemon mediator. Often something that can fight both alphas no problem or on equal terms with one. The problem in this situation is the prominence of Self-Destruct and Explosion attacks. Powerful as they are, they leave the Pokemon knocked out, but the issue is that the shockwaves sends spores in directions that we don't necessarily want. And finding said alphas can be...challenging to say the least.

One part of good news, is that we have enough containment to put each group's members in. We don't always have a whole lot of flyers, but I also try to keep enough equipment and cameras to put on them to better see which Pokemon is giving out the orders in each group. That said, it can still take some time. We have enough Pokemon that can use Sleep Powder or other sleep inducing attacks..." Moving over, Ollie let the man take a look at the map. They were between the nearby town and the rivalling groups. Between two sections was a red block. "The red block is where most of the fighting is taking place. It's also where most of the viable food sources are for each Pokemon. Even though scouts report significant sources over here. It's a good trek to be sure, but could be a good to point it out. The main details is just figuring out where to start our blitzkrieg of sleep. Since we really don't want this to drag out longer than we have to." Ollie was more professional this time. If the mayor or whatever this guy was wanted to see that they had a plan of action, then so be it.

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The Aggron made a simple "I'm watching you" gesture. Rolling his eyes, Weepinbell was eager for round two, and ready to go through with the plan. It took a bit, but Mr. Banks was finally able to open the vault, and let his grass type in. Meanwhile, the fierce battle continued between Nidoking and Dragonite. The dragon had gotten poisoned through either the poison type's Poison Point ability or from one of the Poison Jabs it had taken. At the same time...the 'king had also taken a few Aqua Tails, at least one Hurricane, and even a Dragon Rush. It seemed that 'king was every bit well trained and tenacious as his own dragon.

From up on a hill was a voice, a stranger with a Blaziken. No markings saying he was law enforcement. More moronic civilians?! This wasn't a video game! "Sir, unless you show me a badge of the law, I'm going to order you to leave this active crime scene!" The red head then gave the woman a harsh look. As if to say "did you not just hear me?". Taking out another Pokeball, he released his Breloom. "Brel, I need you to use Stun Spore on that Nidoking, try not to hit Drag, alright?" The fighting/grass type saluted and ran to flank the 'king. It was a battle of position, and even the 'king was starting to struggle to keep up...

Andrea Vaneau
THEO BECKETT

Oliver had gotten there late to the party. No one could have predicted that things would be so bad between rivaling Pokemon. Otherwise this would have been settled in a matter of hours. But nope, instead the battling continued, and a little too close to towns and cities. His Dragonite was beside him as he talked to the lead ranger of the advance group. His current superior was off to the side, wanting to see what the red head could do. Besides looking a tad unprofessional with his ear piercings. And evidently, the idea to put the whole lot to sleep didn't occur to them. Luckily, they had the Pokemon to do it. The bigger issue would be finding the leaders of each faction. That could be a problem.

When the lead ranger straightened up and frowned, Ollie knew something or someone was coming. The voice made him make a face. Turning around with an already annoyed expression, he looked over the guy. Politician? "I just got here, along with another small group of rangers. We are going to do our jobs, we just need to hammer out a few little details, then we can start on an operation. You on the other hand, are not a ranger. You're a civilian. Probably some politician, by the looks of it. But either way, you need to go back to town. For your own safety." Despite his cheesy, almost polite smile, his tone was anything but. Condescending? Yes. Aggressive? Most definitely. Highly annoyed? Also yes. And he was completely fearless. Despite the heavy sweating of his superior off to the side and gaping mouth of the shocked ranger he was just talking to.

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