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I want to hear you
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I know you want
it in the worst way.

Mòrag watched as realisation slowly dawned on Elinor, all the weight that she had previously forgotten had existed came gradually pressing down on her at once, hands trembling even as she tried to calm herself. She understood that feeling well, of realising just how many lies she lived under, of trying to come to terms with the reality she was in, as if the foundation she lived on was crumbling.

She said nothing, not until Elinor herself finally replied. Offering a simple nod, Mòrag would speak.

“Aye, you could say that.” She said plainly, “I suppose by now, it’s rather obvious who I am, or at the very least, the sort of upbringing I’ve had. I’ve long since left behind that life, though, for better and for worse.”

A lot of it for the worse, quite frankly. Mòrag’s life was one of duress and suffering, and she didn’t have much of anything to show for it. Not now, at least. In the position she was in, she would be forced to rebuild everything from the ground up, all while under the hawk’s gaze of the League. How incredibly aggravating.

Mòrag gave Elinor time to let everything sink in and regain some control over her emotions, not judging her or urging her to continue, simply allowing her whatever she needed before speaking once more. Once Elinor finally regained enough composure to speak again, Mòrag offered her a smile. A genuine one, rather than the polite one she had worn throughout the conversation.

“Think nothing of it, Elinor. I’m just glad I got the opportunity to say it to you.” She told her, reaching in her pocket for her phone, “Now, much as I’d love to see your team in action sooner rather than later, I do have reports to make and other busywork to do. I’m always kept busy by my higher-ups, I’m afraid. That said, there’s always some time in my schedule for other activities. Perhaps we should exchange numbers and agree on a time and place?”

Of course, while Mòrag was genuinely interested in Elinor’s team, there was an ulterior motive here. She wanted Elinor to go deep into pokémon training, experiencing and understanding its joys, and in so doing, come closer to freeing herself from the control of her parents. It wouldn’t be easy, but if she could do it…

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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2022 13:50:07 GMT

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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2022 13:33:10 GMT

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Mòrag is a very physically active person, and enjoys parkour and martial arts both. Despite this, she isn't the outdoorsy type, and isn't accustomed to going out in the wild, much more used to concrete jungles.
She also has rather girly hobbies, such as dancing, singing, and fashion, and is a proponent of self-expression. She is somewhat embarrassed of these, however.
Mòrag has inhuman pain and alcohol tolerance.
Mòrag has a huge sweet tooth, and hates bitter foods.
Despite being well-educated, she fled home at 15 and thus never finished high school.
If a psychic pokémon were to gaze into her mind, they would find the equivalent of a shattered wine glass that has been built back and barely held together by strings.

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POSTED ON Apr 5, 2022 11:40:34 GMT

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Hmm. The way Elinor spoke reminded her of… well, her, once upon a time. Dreams and desires, but held down by an innate sense of obligation alongside a dependency upon her parents, unable to break free from the invisible yoke place upon her, perhaps unaware that she even carried it by virtue of how long it had been on her. Mòrag internally debated her response, wondering if she should poke at that as she slowly ate her food. These eggs were nice, come to think of it…

“Parents keep you busy, hmm?” Mòrag finally spoke, her tone knowing, “A word of advice, and if nothing else, at least consider what I’m about to say now. Whatever it is they’re offering, it’s not worth sacrificing your wants and dreams for.”

Mòrag paused to let her words sink in, her face losing its casual smile, replaced with a serious, genuine look. After a moment, she would continue.

“They will tell you that you’ve a duty to carry on their business, that yours is a dream of naïve fools, and that you’ll eventually grow into your role, but all that is merely an attempt to make you doubt yourself and accept what they’re imposing upon you. Give in to their demands, and you’ll live out an empty life, always wondering what could have been.” She exhaled before continuing, “I know what it’s like, because… I was once in a position very similar to yours. Truth be told, it was why I first spoke to you. I had thought us kindred spirits, in a sense.”

She seemed to finally be done, regaining her smile once more, “I apologise for the sudden… heavy topic. I just felt the need to say something. In any case, I’d be quite happy to see your team in action, if the notion yet pleases you.”

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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 16:31:15 GMT

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“Thank you.”

That would be the only response he would get from Mòrag before he hid himself away in the storage room. Mòrag would fetch a wooden chair, sitting down on it, looking to the floor as she waited. Occasionally, he might hear a long exhale as she tried to calm herself down.

Then the door opened.

Mòrag looked up, and there he was, Samuell Brynn, in all his admittedly average glory. Being an unassuming man worked to his advantage in several ways, but it did make him a rather nondescript fellow. He was flanked on either side by two people, a man and a woman, making three people to deal with, although Mòrag was only really concerned with Samuell himself.

“Hello, Sammy.” Mòrag said, face twisting into a bitter smirk, “Fancy meeting you here, hmm?”

Samuell paused, then widened his eyes, almost stumbling onto his rear as he processed just who was in front of him.

“M-Mòrag? How did you find me? How are you alive!?”

Wordlessly, Mòrag stood up, glaring pointedly at him.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, Sammy? Turning to petty crime, abandoning your few remaining comrades, and dealing with Team Rocket! They are our enemies! We swore to oppose them at every turn! Yet here you fucking are!”

“Easy for you to say! It’s not like you have people to worry about them hurting!” Samuell responded before exhaling, “When Team Rocket came after us, I knew my family would be next. So, I had to disappear, and I came to the most chaotic place, to ensure they couldn’t find me. I took on an alias and started making deals with them, hoping to learn more about them. I-”

“You…” Mòrag interrupted him, before stopping, breaking out into a chuckle which progressively grew into full-blown laughter, but this too was filled with bitterness, “GAHAHAHAHAH!! You abandon us, choose to run from your past, and consort with those parasites! You filthy, snivelling coward! The very sight of you sickens me!” She paused, then spoke again, in a low tone, “Which is why I’m going to remove you.”

With sudden, impressive speed, Mòrag dashed at Samuell, startling him and making him momentarily fumble as he retreated to the door. The other two are not so clumsy, however, closing off her path to Samuell.

Mòrag, however, does not care to even so much as engage in a pokémon battle. Picking a target, she would quickly strike at his throat with a jab, following up with another jab to the eye, then swinging her right arm in a haymaker that knocks him out clean. No method is too dirty or underhanded for her.

Unfortunately, the woman is able to pull out her pokémon, a Lucario, who rapidly moved in with a Bullet Punch. It seemed it would hit, until-!

CLANG!!

Instead of hitting Mòrag’s soft flesh, it would strike her Mawile, skin reinforced with Iron Defence and ready to defend her trainer from any harm that may befall her. With her defences up, Marianne seemed none the worse for wear.

“G-Go, Draca!” Samuell finally released his Dragapult, the pokémon looking positively focused, taking only a moment of surprise as his gaze landed on Mòrag.

Though one question remained: what would Matias do?

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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 14:17:49 GMT

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“Hmmhmm. I suppose you could say that.” Mòrag responded before sipping on her tea and exhaling. It was quite hot, but Mòrag had long since become used to piping hot tea, practically synonymous with Galarian mornings. The familiarity soothed her somewhat.

“I’m not entirely sure I could help you too much. My methods of gaining experience were… unconventional, to say the least, and I can’t say I would recommend them to anyone else. That said, I can tell you what works for a lot of people. Travelling on routes, fighting and perhaps catching wild pokémon, and battling with your fellow trainers. Even if you don’t get into a battle, the trip itself has value to the eyes of many. It will be slow going, but there is no shortcut to strength, nor the understanding of yourself and your pokémon. Trust me on this.”

Mòrag sipped from her tea again before continuing, “Of course, I’m more than willing to assist you with gaining experience. Whether it be pointers, a battle, I do enjoy assisting my fellow trainers in these ways. In a way, it teaches me as well. I believe it a valuable experience. Do not yet despair, your growth will come with time.”

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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 13:47:33 GMT

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Mòrag offered no response to the compliment, moving her gaze back forwards as she searched for any sign of their targets. Tracks, disturbed soil, any item that might be left behind. Unfortunately for her, Mòrag was an urban creature, not used to looking for signs out in the wild, so she hadn’t much in the way of success.

Stopping alongside Kyle, she’d examine the patch of dirt he had noted, furrowing her brow a touch. That sort of thing would have likely passed her by, so it was certainly a good thing he had spotted it. As he continued talking, she responded.

“As should any reasonable person. Team Rocket is a parasite that must needs be burned out, for the good of all.” The veiled hatred she displayed was obvious, and whatever her thoughts on the League, one could be sure she would oppose Team Rocket at every turn.

Looking at the Mightyena, Mòrag stood in thought for a moment before acting, “Orianna, return.” Holding out her pokeball, her Kirlia would be returned to it, before she would then throw out another, and out came a Dragapult.

“Draca, use Phantom Force and look around underground, see if you come upon something, and be careful.” The Dragapult nodded before disappearing, presumably moving underground in order to look around.

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The Dragon's Hoard [M]

POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 12:42:23 GMT

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Hmmhmm. Seemed that Mòrag’s response had struck a nerve with her companion, and though she didn’t have an outburst of emotion, her indignant tone was evidence enough that Talia did not like what she had to say. Fiery as well, hmm? Yes, it seemed like they’d get on quite well, despite what Talia might think of her now.

But they could discuss the ethical conundrum of whether the ends justified the means later. Right now, they had a bank robbery to stop.

The Dragonair’s warning was all they received before twin explosions shook the earth, bright flames lighting up in the near distance as panic ensued among them and the POG guards scattered in order to assist. Mòrag frowned, realising their game plan here. Lead them away like a pack of Wooloos in order to have an easier time robbing the place? As sound a plan as any, she supposed.

Gaze flitting back to the robber, she noted his age. Younger, huh? Hmm…

“Now, I’m going to let you go. We’ve bigger issues to deal with, after all. But before I do that, perhaps I should inform you on a fun little factoid about Dragapults.” She began, and though she spoke casually, there was an evidently sinister and menacing undertone to her words, “They’re capable of moving at mach speeds, and have impressive reaction speeds to boot. So, I would think quite carefully before trying anything if I were you. Draca would certainly be able to stop you, and let’s just say that he is not the type to hesitate. You understand what I’m saying, no?”

She let the words sink in, and it was working, realisation slowly dawning on the younger boy, piling on to his anxiety.

“Y-You wouldn’t…” He said, voice shaky as he tried to convince himself of that. A League member wouldn’t just kill, would they!? What had he done to deserve this!?

But his internal pleas went unanswered, Mòrag’s response a simple, dark smirk creeping up onto her face, and then…

“Let him go, Draca.”

The sudden release scared him almost as much as if Draca were to attack him, and he stumbled all over himself running in the opposite direction. Mòrag chuckled as he went on his way.

“Like I said, nothing like the threat of harm to make one reconsider their course.” She said, though her smile soon faded. Surely, the attackers would have started piling on by now. Where were the rest of-

Another explosion, this time inside the bank, strong enough to cause them to stumble. Mòrag looked towards the bank, narrowing her eyes.

“So, use the weak link as bait for us, and the explosions to lure away everyone else and cause panic, all the while they steal everything without even going through the front door.” She muttered, “A sound plan… but not good enough to impede us, hmm?”

Mòrag moved to step in, but then stopped herself, furrowing her brow as she seemed to muse on something. Then, she would reach to her belt and throw out a pokeball, and out came a Kirlia.

“Orianna, do whatever you can to quell the flames.” Mòrag ordered her, and with a nod, Orianna disappeared in a Teleport, off to the scene of the explosions in order to assist. That done with, Mòrag would look to Talia.

“Shall we?”

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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 11:59:35 GMT

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In a way, Mòrag missed this.

Much as the League might try to pretend they were doing their best, Mòrag had seen with her own eyes and felt on her own skin the extent of their negligence, far more concerned with image than reality. Such was the conduct of all entities that had accumulated such power.

Which was why she enjoyed being down here in the soup kitchen, in the midst of the poorer and unfortunate, doing her part to help. It was a small thing, certainly not nearly as grandiose as her operation in Galar, but it brought her a modicum of satisfaction nonetheless. And so there she was, serving soup to those in need.

But there was one person on her mind that day, someone quite close by. Next to her, Martín Del Mar was there serving soup as if he were just any other person, despite the fact that that could not be further from the truth. Her initial instinct was that of revulsion. Corporate types had ever grated on her nerves, and to see one here pretending he was anything other than a greedy bastard irritated her so.

That would eventually give way to curiosity, however. It wasn’t as if there was a camera crew here, so the possibility of a mere PR stunt wasn’t as high. More and more time passed, and she finally asked the question on her mind.

“Tell me, Mr. Del Mar.” Her tone and conduct spoke to a well-educated Galarian woman, although he would surely be able to tell that her politeness was not genuine, “You could surely donate a lion’s share of funds to any charity of your choosing and be done with it, and people would certainly laud you as a generous and good man. Why, then, have you chosen to spend your time here? Perhaps you are simply bored?”

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POSTED ON Apr 3, 2022 2:42:21 GMT

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POSTED ON Apr 2, 2022 23:53:28 GMT

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Talia’s response was the classic reaction of the naïve, those who had not yet awoken to the ugliness of the world, and she couldn’t help but internally sigh. She didn’t dislike it, though. In fact, she found that manner of innocence to be endearing, especially if backed up by the sort of integrity Talia seemed a proponent of, flawed as it might have been. And so, Mòrag would turn to look fully at her, a small smile on her face.

“The principled sort, are we?” She asked rhetorically, “How admirable.”

Looking forward once again, she would continue, “But I do not believe that following arbitrary rules of conduct are what make us better than the likes of Team Rocket. Nay, what differentiates us is who we choose to protect, and what we fight for. If it were to save an innocent person or a loved one, would you not spare no expense in doing so, even if it meant cheating or otherwise using methods most would consider cowardly or underhanded? I know I would. It’s why-”

Draca’s sudden motion tipped Mòrag off immediately. Furrowing her brow, her eyes followed the shadow of a movement on the rooftop, and she wasted no time in acting.

“Draca, fetch that person, would you?”

The Dragapult acted instantly on her order, zooming away at blinding speeds as he chased after the suspicious figure. Dragapults, capable of moving at mach speed as they were, would certainly have no issue catching a human fleeing across a rooftop, and that was exactly what happened. Draca would return a moment later, plopping down the fleeing individual in front of them.

“What an ill-advised plan of attack.” Mòrag commented, “Talia, have your Dragonair scout out the area. I’ve no doubt this is not the end of it. Like as not, this is merely a diversion.”

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POSTED ON Apr 2, 2022 2:43:57 GMT

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Mòrag nodded along. From what she figured, Elinor was an as of yet inexperienced trainer who had only recently began their foray into pokémon training. She put a hand on her chin, musing on what Elinor had said for a moment before responding.

“A tip from one trainer to another? There is no special method or requirement for your pokémon to grow and evolve. All you need to do is understand them, and work together with them in the way that best suits each individual pokémon. If you’ve accomplished that, you’re ninety percent of the way there. It’s just a matter of time apart from that, some do it quicker, while others take longer. There’s really no secret to it.”

As Mòrag was about to continue, their order arrived, which pleased the Galarian woman greatly. Depending on how used to the sheer greasiness of fried eggs on toast with bacon Elinor was, the smell might range from mouth-watering to perhaps a bit too much. Mòrag seemed to enjoy it, however, thanking the waiter similarly to Elinor.

After taking a few bites of her food, Mòrag would continue.

“Battling is one way to understand what makes your pokémon tick. Their tendencies, priorities, personalities. It all serves to bring trainer and pokémon closer together, particularly when there’s proper risk involved… not that I would advise you to seek out such risk.”

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POSTED ON Apr 2, 2022 2:17:34 GMT

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“We’re on a mission, captain. Fun is not something to take into consideration. Much as I adore a good fight, the success of our goals is paramount. All else, save the lives of those around us, are to be put above our personal whimsies.” Mòrag responded, “That said, you continue to surprise me captain. When I heard my assigned commanding officer was a military man, I was expecting a joyless stick in the mud, but you’re far removed from that, aren’t you?”

As they continued and eventually finished tucking away the sleeping men in the storage room, the question came. Initially, Mòrag thought to deflect it with sarcasm and wit, as she had done all the previous times before… but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the situation at hand or what, but she was increasingly growing weary of doing that. A few long moments later, and a sigh.

“No, not particularly.” She responded, full honesty in her voice for the first time since they first met, which had not been present save for fleeting moments, “But it’s not as if I have a choice, do I? Sooner or later, I was going to face Sammy, and I’m not entirely sure that’s something I could ever be ready for. What the fuck do I even bloody say to him? What if he’s the one responsible for the deaths of all my friends? What if-?”

Mòrag interrupted herself before her emotions could fully spiral out of control. Taking a few moments to rein them back in, she would exhale.

“If I know Sammy at all, he’s stuck to his Dragapult, Draca. He’s the kind of trainer that only really has one pokémon, but as a result, that pokémon is immensely strong. Fast as anything, powerful, and incredibly focused. Sammy’s always been a bit of a coward, the type to take the easy way out, but Draca more than made up for that with his sheer might. Let’s not be careless, hmm?”

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The Dragon's Hoard [M]

POSTED ON Apr 1, 2022 3:00:01 GMT

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[attr="class","exhausted"]I like the dirty rhythm you play.

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❝

I want to hear you
calling my name.
I know you want
it in the worst way.

Mòrag disliked the League, she despised Team Rocket, and she hated corpos. All told, there were a lot of things Mòrag had a distaste for. One might say she was a cynical, bitter woman… and quite honestly, she would agree, but she also believed herself completely justified in her thoughts, especially after everything she had seen.

Which was why taking on this job left a bit of a bad taste in her mouth.

Alas, her higher-ups had been once again complaining about her, talking about how she “does not integrate herself into the League” and how she “ought to act like a proper member”. Ugh, that sort of talk made her sick. And she honestly didn’t quite know why, considering the amount of security around here. And they were asked to… have dragon-type pokémon floating around? Presumably for presence, but still. Her Dragapult, Draca, seemed to reflect this sentiment, floating just behind her like a spectre, gazing on unflinchingly, though boredom at this chore could be seen if one looked close enough.

Ugh.

She had been partnered up with one Talia Celes, though she did not know much about her apart from that. As per usual, Mòrag didn’t initiate conversation, wishing to keep herself as far apart from the League as possible. Still, it would be rude to just remain quiet if another initiated conversation with you, and Mòrag obliged once Talia did speak. She shot her a sideways glance, thinking a bit.

“I suppose you could say so. I’ve never guarded banks before, but I’ve certainly held guard of other places.” She started, “Usually, nothing happens. Thieves take the path of least resistance and are unlikely to target such a well-guarded place. That said, if those rumours are true, we should expect some manner of organised assault.”

Putting a hand on her chin, Mòrag would think for a moment, “There are two possibilities: these are greenhorns who think they’re all that and believe they can just rob a bank without consequence. In that case, a good scare is enough to make their resolve crumble, and there’s nothing like the threat of potentially dying to set you straight. This isn’t a regulated battleground, and anything can happen.” She paused to let her words sink in, “The other alternative is that they’ve been at this for a while and feel confident, warranted or otherwise. In that case… expect a fight, and try to end it quickly. The more a battle prolongs itself, the more risk it carries, both to yourself and to those around you. There’s no method too underhanded if it means achieving victory.”

Mòrag spoke from experience with that last sentence. Back in Galar, she was almost always on the backfoot, and had to grasp at whatever advantage she could muster, no matter how unfair or cheap it may have been.

(tagged)⏤ Talia Celes
(notes)⏤ and so it begins

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