oolish. hair in a tightly made bun. a strapless, black dress; befitting for a funeral rather than a wedding. "til death do them part," songbird spoke. "how befitting for such an occasion." a side swept bang had been brushed behind her ear. "to ruin such an occasion, i suppose it's their fault." following SILAS BLACKWELL with a steel stare. songbird knew the act that she was about to commit today would be an unforgivable one.

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to ruin something so special. truly, it was an evil deed. but those who foolishly believed they could escape silas or team rocket were in over their heads. "the moment you step inside, eyes are sure to set on you; considering your status and position." he was the boss. silas was one for theatrics. who was she to question him though, it's not as if she wasn't accustomed to this from a certain someone in her family. the respective spheres her pokemon resided within were ready at the helm as they were seen worn upon a bracelet like charms, happily dangling upon her right wrist.

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once inside, the ceremony was soon to begin the moment they took their seats. "on your mark, sir." said songbird.


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party:
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tag: SILAS BLACKWELL
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notes: i-i love you, noodles-kun.

rivial. none knew the truth of why she had to defect nor what led to it; along with her purpose for remaining within rocket at that. brown leather booties clicked with each footstep taken upon the rocky surface. a flip of the hair as she walked past cait. she wasn't here for combat nor felt the need to entertain something so trivial. "there's no need for callous banter." she stated causally toward her bewildered, former, coworker.

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"at least not for today, anyway. i came here, like yourself, to train. i'm actually searching for a specific pokemon in these parts: a houndour." brushing a volume of hair behind her right ear. she turned her gaze over toward her two new pokemon. pokemon she never saw cait with before. she'd maneuver in closer to get a better look of the two, all while keeping her distance at the same time. "beautiful pokemon, you must have trained them well." she commented, giving them a soft smile, "i heard about your upbringing--a gym leader? that's quite the promotion."


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party:
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tag: cait alfric
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notes: i'm gonna skip.

he scouted the area for quite sometime in hopes of uncovering the houndour she had been in search of. sadly, with little luck, she uncovered nothing. it was a dead-end. though, the sound of combat caught her by the ear as she quickly maneuvered to locate the assailant. emerging from the sideline, she'd come to run into training scenario.

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"oh, excuse me!" songbird stated. only to take notice that those pokemon belonged to none other then, "cait?" evelyn spoke. speaking to her former league member. a know traitor, evelyn was surprised to run into someone who was of the league. "i didn't expect to see the grass gym leader out and about these parts. you are aware that dangerous creatures lurk around here during these times?" a hand on hip. she was no longer phased by the sudden run-in of her former ally.


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party:
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tag: cait alfric
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notes: we're gonna find us some pokemon. i don't have time for you cait.

he scent of blueberry was strong. and in the midst of walking alongside her ampharos, they would come to pass by an unknown person. not here to look for casual banter. she would come to halt and turn herself toward the male and his shinx, she'd ask, "i'm here in search of a pokemon, would you happen to know if i'm able to find any electric-type around these parts? t-though..." the blonde became bashful "..i'm searching for a p...pikachu..." she asked the male.


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party:
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tag: Rikiya Oshiro
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notes: we're gonna find us a mouse. also, excuse the short post. this was honestly rushed.

he was here. one of the many superiors of rocket. of course songbird was still a new entry and had little trust from many due to what many believed coursed through her blood. she was only a silph by paper, not by blood. though, what wolfe thought of her was not of her concern. she was merely a superior, and songbird was merely doing what was needed...for now anyways. "our targets reside at the top. we simply need to get past the obstacle of ghosts that may or may not run about or act as guards. the artifact is said to be kept hidden by the couple who preside as guardians over it, ma'am." songbird informed.

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"our mission begins here." and without much to wait on. on Emma Wolfe's behest, they would move out upon their hike. that was only if she didn't have any questions she wanted to ask or things she wanted to go over of course.


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mission: sharkboy and lavagirl
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party:
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tag: Emma Wolfe
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notes: we're gonna finish it.

hinking about now, he wasn't wrong. but that was beside the point. "shut up, i needed your help searching for a specific pokemon again." she had forgotten he lived here for quite a sometime. why didn't he say anything? he practically blended in naturally as is. did he enjoy being dressed in weird get-ups? wait, that wasn't important. mission now, kink later.

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she watched as a marill and sharpedo casually swam about. they weren't her target so she cared not for them. "we're here to look for a feebas!" she exclaimed. her cheeks a rosy color. she was embarrassed by the fact he clearly didn't read what she messaged him. "i told you this already. it's important we find a feebas today. i have a goal and there's only one way for it to be met, and only y-you...can help..." her tone began to lower, "...me with it, kyle." emerald eyes looked elsewhere rather then focusing on the blonde male. "you can be such a jerk sometimes," she, lowly, added.


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party:
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tag: kyle lopez
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notes: we're gonna find it. stop being a jerk.

owling was heard. but it did not originate from the mightyena. she ran past kyle only to stand next to his mightyena. "i knew it." she said aloud. an absol stood atop of broken, tattered car. howling underneath a shimmering lamp post. the absol felt threatened by the meeting of strangers, and so it called for backup: an arbok. "showtime, ampharos!" reaching into her bosom. plucking a capsule from her bracelet and enlarging it into a ball. she'd toss out the electric-type, commanding, "kyle, take care of the arbok! fire punch, ampharos!"

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scattering. the absol would maneuver to the side as ampharos punch would miss. "chase it and utilize fire punch consecutively!" the absol continually dodged each punch. maneuvering with grace and agility. with one more punch thrown, the absol would jump over the head of ambient the ampharos. "so the rumors were true. it's tough, and just what i was looking for." she coldly spoke. time was of the essence, and she needed to get kyle out of here. she did not have time for trivial games. "charge." and suddenly, behind the absol, ambient emitted a glowing shock. he was practically ecstatic to battle such an opponent. "go, electro ball." generating in the center of ampharos's hands was a sphere of electricity. without waste, the ball was launched.

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the absol defended with psycho cut. releasing a crescent wave from the horn that resided atop of his head. the energized sphere and energetic sickle clashed. but, alas, the electrical ball of light came out on top and broke past its competitor. ramming into the absol sending great voltage throughout the course of its body. "loom overhead with fire punch!" and without wasting anytime, ampharos rose above, fist engulfed with heat, and delivered a crushing blow to the absol's side. reaching into her pocket she'd toss an empty ball at the absol. attempting to lock and capture the dark angel.


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party:
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tag: kyle lopez
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notes: w-we did it.

ongbird awaited for the arrival of her partner to appear. as she did so, she was busy staring at the screen light of her device. she was watching videos of the past. interviews and music videos of the like. did she miss such a life? had she cultivated this for herself? was what she happened to be singing a mere facade or the truth? did she truly care for peace? there was so much running through her mind that she could barely think. but as she stood at the bottom of mt. pyre, she possessed clothing that which befitted a hiker. black gloves, beige shorts, a dark tank top and her hair tied into a pony tail. she was ready to get a move on. all she needed to do was await the operative that was assigned to work alongside her today.


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mission: sharkboy and lavagirl
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party:
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tag: Emma Wolfe
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notes: we're gonna finish it.

ith a request from kyle lopez . she had no choice but to offer him some assistance--strictly undercover. so she chose to adorn a brown wig--the style was the same as her actual hair, but merely a different color. she was a bit miffed that, of all the people, he chose to ask of her assistance. she was a bit angry she couldn't refuse, but as she stood at the entrance of mauville city. she awaited for kyle lopez to appear.


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mission: pesky pescetarian
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party:
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tag: kyle lopez
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notes: we're gonna finish this.

he was asked by the boss to take part in a mission that involved thievery. without question she accepted. it was her time to prove herself, and she couldn't allow herself to disappoint SILAS BLACKWELL .[break][break]

the female adorned a latex catsuit for the occasion, and it was very tight in all the right places. her hair tucked underneath a black ear knitted cat beanie. there was a strange and red mechanical bracelet adorned upon her left wrist; though, what was it? one would soon come to find out. the sound of heels clicking were made upon each step that had been taken. only for the female to walk up toward the male and place a large duffel bag into his arm, "it's almost time." the blonde would not look at him, she merely kept her emerald eyes ahead. her eyes remaining forward as though she were a doll.

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songbird was the female operatives name, but he knew her as "eve" an internet idol whose song spoke of peace; standing before him was not that woman of facade, but evelyn silph. had he chosen to refer to her by either of these names, she would answer nonetheless. songbird would reach into a small bush upon the side of the alleyway she and silas resided within.

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pulling out of the small was a small backpack. this backpack contained a number of gadgets, such as: contact lenses, two pair of shades, a grappling hook, a perfume spray bottle, chewy gum, compact case, and a diamond ring. some would get used, some wouldn't. all of it would come to be displayed sooner or later. "inside of your bag are also necessary equipment we may or may not need. i've placed a map of the interior layout. our target is the museum across the street," songbird informed, pointing ahead of them as they stood within the shadows of the alleyway.

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"at the moment there are two guards scouting the front perimeter. we get past them without causing a ruckus, infiltration will be easy." on his orders they were to move out. once in, that's where complications may truly begin to arise.


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mission: night at the museum
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party:
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tag: SILAS BLACKWELL
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notes: we're gonna steal it all.