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The man was finally back after being off on yet another whimsical journey that led him to another region as a whole. He'd actually lost track of how long he was gone but certain things were urging him back to Hoenn and so, that's where he'd ended up yet again. There was a lot of official things he had to go through in terms of going from one region to another and apparently he had some sort of appointment to go to in terms of bringing himself back to Hoenn. It didn't make any sense, or rather, he didn't realize so much was under a careful and watchful eye.[break][break]


Initially, he got lost among the different areas of the HQ, having been gone so long he lost any familiarity he had with the place - not like he was ever there to begin with. He'd spent his time roaming around looking for interesting things and people. Hope had already lost count of how many people he asked where the high offices were. Good thing he'd arrived early. [break][break]

"This is really a pain to deal with, Phantasma. You're lucky you get to relax all day today," He muttered under his breath as he finally, hopefully, headed in the right direction. Hope felt as though he was walking for ages, even centuries, until he managed to find the right direction. His nose shifted from the sudden change in scent - floral, he noted - and just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he heard her voice. [break][break]

"Surely she isn't psychic... right, Phantasma?" He was a bit shocked. He was going to knock on the door to signal that he was there, and yet she already called for him to enter. That was either some impeccable timing or she truly was psychic. Hope slowly opened the door and peeked in, being met with a rush of floral scents that somehow managed to not be so overpowering. He still wasn't used to it, though. [break][break]

"Hello," He greeted, slowly entering the room. Once inside, he took a second to look around before he closed the door behind him. He took note of the owner of such a nice room and walked a little closer. Hope stopped several feet away from her and began to look around the room closely, making sure to note every interesting detail he could find; almost as if he were fascinated by the very room itself. [break][break]

"Yeah, it was a nice little vacation, I suppose you could sa-" Suddenly his eyes caught sight of the lovely Misdreavus near the woman and he audibly gasped, cautiously inching closer, "Such a beautiful pokemon!" [break][break]

He was captivated by the pokemon, only because he'd always wanted one for himself. Ghost and fairy types fascinated Hope more than anything and he wanted a specific few from each type. "Phantasma, look! There's a Misdreavus here!" He whispered excitedly to himself, though he was actually talking to his Gengar who was chilling in her ball. [break][break]

"Sorry- Uh, yeah, vacation was nice, but it's nothing like Hoenn. There are some things Phantasma and I need to check out, so we came back," Now that sounded a bit suspicious, though he didn't mean for it to. He really meant they needed to check on their old little hideout and the few precious things they'd scattered among one of the cities.

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"maybe that's why they drink them right out of the bottles," hope didn't miss a beat in his response to that. he watched with a curious gaze as the man put his papers down and asked the big money question— one hope didn't quite have a reasonable answer to.[break][break]

how do you kindly tell someone you want want a job to fund your criminal adventures? this was one of the rare times where he actually had to put thought in his answer just to increase his chances of getting the job.... maybe.[break][break]

"well i do a lot of... activities and in order to continue doing these things i kind of need to find a source of funding for myself to continue. plus phantasma likes to eat all of our food so that can be a struggle sometimes. oh and i like to try and invest in possible future benefits," all of this code for: i need money to feed my fat pokemon, myself, and to travel from place to place committing more crimes as well as feed a slight gambling habit that will probably never pay out.[break][break]

virgil roach

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it was the greatest time of the year: spooky season. a time where heathens bared their fangs and allowed their truest selves to come out. why? because it was often celebrated at this time, though, some people often went too far. hope may or may not have been one of those people. there were times were hope had found himself blessed with an immense amount of luck and this so happen to be one of those times. he'd caught the sight of blood on one of his bouts of wandering and let his eyes follow the trail to someone who'd already been there. now hope had initially thought this man was the perpetrator which is why he had quietly walked closer to the scene.[break][break]

"wow, that's a big mess you got there," he commented, walking around until he was in front of the man, squatting somewhat to get a closer look at the violated remains. his attention was grabbed by the gloves the man was putting on which reminded hope of the pair hanging from his back pocket— leather, of course.[break][break]

"smart, smart, gloves for safety. do you know what happened here?" hope half hoped that the stranger would say he was the one who did such a thing but was starting to get vibes that it wasn't the case. there was no blood on the man from what he could notice.[break][break]

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now that was an obvious threat, but hope paid no mind to it. or rather, it only poked at his urge to mess with king even more — he didn't. hope's focus was the random noise, that is until king asked about phantasma. more often than he liked, hope found himself speaking out loud to his gengar who probably couldn't even hear him from within her pokeball. hope turned around with an amused grin on his face and took a few seconds to debate over telling king who phantasma was. what could it hurt?[break][break]

"phantasma is my gengar, she's very playful when she gets out and i know she might have friends lurking— i speak to her pretty often. don't you talk to your pokemon?" hope asked as if that were basic common sense.[break][break]

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[attr="class","hopest"]SWARM TIME!

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want to play a game?[break][break]

of all of the twisted things hope has seen and done, his hunt for ghost type pokemon had always been the worst. he did whatever it took to acquire other ghost pokemon— so far his attempts were proving somewhat futile but that didn't stop him. as soon as he heard the news of this swarm, hope was quick to pack a bag and head out to the desert. the trip was fast but usually that's how his trips went when he was looking forward to them. this was his chance to try and catch one of the more interesting ghost pokemon and it was his prime opportunity.[break][break]

"come on phantasma, this is our chance," he chimed to the gengar that stood at his side, ready for action.

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hope wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what was coming for mocking someone so aggressive— he just couldn't help the words that spilled from his mouth and the reactions only made him want to continue the playful banter. yes, even at the cost of getting hit here and there.[break][break]

"as fun as that sounds, i think it'll have to wait until after i find out what those noises are." the mood change was sudden and to some would be frightening. the smile wiped from hope's face and as if on cue, there was a loud bang down the corridor. hope was quick to turn and begin walking toward the noise, his intentions set on finding the source of these sounds.[break][break]

"phantasma, if it's one of your friends you're going to be in trouble..." he murmured loud enough for king to hear, even while he walked away.

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the curse only made hope want to laugh even more but he made sure to restrict himself. why would there be any problem? who even finds a problem with laughing? certainly not hope.[break][break]

"no problems here." he waved his hand as if he were dismissing it entirely. his attention was being pulled to yet another noise in the distance — that was until king mentioned his name. now there's a name he hadn't heard before. and there it was... more questions.[break][break]

"you have a charming way of talking, don't ya, king?" hope basically mocked him at this point and couldn't help the fit of laughter that followed. when he was done poking at the angry man, he finally lifted his head and practically beamed, "my name's hope. very nice to meet you mr. king. you know, kings are usually pretty strong. so does that mean you're strong too?"

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it was as though luck was on his side in every manner. first the suspicious noises and now he was graced by the presence of a rather aggressive fellow. the man's greeting didn't phase hope in the slightest, however, it did catch his interest and by default he decided to return the greeting that was given to him— with a smile on his face, of course.[break][break]

"oh! so you heard the noises too, then? unless it was you knocking on the walls and my door." hope gave a suspicious look for only a split second before he started laughing. there was no way this guy was the one making all of the noise, he was very clearly searching for it too. there was a lot more going on than hope expected but it was a very pleasant surprise.[break][break]

"and you are?" hope questioned as he took a few moments to look at the man and his unique look. his curiosity was ignited tenfold and he could feel the slurry of questions filling his mind already. why did he look like that? was his hair naturally that color? was he always his grumpy sounding? did the man have friends? if not, then hope would be his friend.[break][break]

one at a time, hope.

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it's a good night for some trouble.[break][break]

one could tell hope lived a rather boring life at the moment and in order to spice it up he would often go out of his way to commit petty crimes and phantasma was always ready to help out. tonight just happened to be one of those nights. phantasma was out of her ball and walked by his side as they made their way through the bazaar. tonight's personal mission was a simple one: find some good food. this was pretty easy considering phantasma knew hope pretty well and could easily find what he liked.[break][break]

there was one particular stand where a delicious sweet smell was coming from and hope immediately made his way to the stand only to be greeted with a colorful assortment of sweet looking snacks. "look at those, phantasma, they look amazing, yeah?" he looked to his gengar who gave him a rather large grin. this was the time to start their usual act. hope left phantasma in place and walked to another side of the stand, waving down the owner who was quick to give his attention to hope.[break][break]

"what would you recommend for someone who likes sweets but not too sweet with a hint of tang?" the question sparked a rather long and enthusiastic response from the owner who went on about the different varieties of sweets he had made and how he went about making them. as the man continued his talk about the lovely desserts, phantasma was sneakily swiping a few of the suggested treats and placing them into a small bag. the act was going pretty well until a second worker came to light and saw phantasma with her hand on a treat.[break][break]

"hey!" she shouted out. ah, hope's time to go. without another word, hope snatched a couple of the sweets and gave a quick salute to the man before he and phantasma bolted away from the stand. "stop those thieves! get back here!" the stand owner shouted as the pair made their escape. hope thought it was just plain rude that he shouted that which only caused others to look around for him while others pointed out which direction hope was escaping to.

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so today was the day hope had some pretty big plans, he wanted to "blend in" with society and get himself a proper job - or at least attempt to. he had an interview and set his alarm in order to wake him up with the right amount of time he needed in order to get ready. phantasma, his gengar, had other plans for him. naturally when hope had something important to wake up for, phantasma found it in her nature to sabotage it; always for fun, of course. so it was no surprise that his alarm didn't ring and he found himself rushing to get ready within 30 minutes.[break][break]

luckily he made it.[break][break]

sure his hair was a bit messy still and maybe the button of his shirt were shifted up by one leaving it looking slightly out of order - point is, he made. he could just feel the sneer on his phantasma's face the whole way there, she was probably having a ball in her pokeball right then. hope kind of stood there awkwardly when he finally met the guy interviewing him, but it was more so the first question that got him. surely anyone could pour a beer?[break][break]

"i would hope i can, surely anyone can do that. unless there's some new fancy way to pour beer these days?" probably not the best way to answer an interview question but it was the first thought that came to his mind and hope usually spoke before he thought.

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