“...” Pumpkin stared in awe at the Tinkaton. How silly it looked. How cute. How could she ever hope to hurt or harm such an innocent creature? Despite their differences, they were not anything that time could not fix. She waddled closer to the gremlin, her previously violent ideas forgotten.

She reached out a hand in friendship. “I’m sorry for my previous actions…”

“They were not nearly violent enough.”

Her head flashed steel, and she tried to send it straight into Millie’s skull. If she managed to crack her skull and see the peanut-sized brain that rattled inside, then it would be a perfectly acceptable start.

Unlike the one Grigori didn’t have. His boots sunk into the sand awkwardly and gave the Swampert ample time to start its strategy. Cracks formed in the earth, and sand quickly raced to fill them in as it traveled along the surface. It was a desperate race, one he could not afford to lose.

So why leave it up to chance? Grigori reached down and deployed another of his own poke balls. White light, equivalent of a flashbang on the dark beach, revealed a dangerous tentacle monster. Xurkitree raced forward and reached out thick black wires. They raced the Earthquake, closer, closer, until–

The hammer disappeared.

Then re-emerged from the earth. Supported by a singular wire. He stretched out his arm, “The hammer!”

It circled, then arced through the air. Straight into his hand, and he turned back on his foe.

“You had your chance.”

Xurkitree watched with its invisible gaze. It knew better than to act out on its own– that, and it had no reason to. There were no foes to fight, so long as Swampert stayed its hand. Grigori closed the distance once more. And this time, he would not lose the upper hand.

“Make your deathbed promise. I’ll record it and keep your desire alive.”

---

Beau Fontaine

 

Brick threw more and more debris on. When he ran out of objects, he created them from the very walls. What did it matter if he tore wood and iron from the skeleton, if said skeleton was moments away from being reduced to dust and debris? Nothing spared. Nothing wasted. Soon, he had a modest load built upon the ever-yellowing spheres.

This was not a tale of heroes or noble causes. But this would not necessarily be a tale of sacrifice. None of them could know it at the time, but Brick would not die here. Even if his bones ached and limbs protested, his draconic blood was strong. Potent. Yet he would be unable to help his trainer for the battle to come. The war to ensue.

He could only hope, in the final moments of detonation, that he would not fall back down the dark path. Dewford could not be cyclic occurence. But it was up to Grigori to ensure it. Thus, he lumbered up the stairs as fast as his massive limbs could manage. There was one last barricade he could conjure up to protect the people.

Correction: person.

They had to escape the ship. Already did all the lifeboats plummet down the side of the ship. If not the white vessels, then their hopeful passengers were on the backs of various Pokémon. Most flew or swam away to safety.

But not him. Not yet. He had to ensure Caleb’s safety. Forget Rocket, forget League. It was cruel to leave anyone to such a grizzly fate. Even if potent, invisible thorns dug into his flesh and tugged with every step across the deck. If his mind screamed at him to push him down and stomp his neck through the soaked planks.

“You’ve…”

Many things happened at once. First, the voice left his throat. Faded into obscurity by the sight before them all. Kyogre, high in the air and with torrents and drizzles and monsoons at its call. Water gathered in front of it, a horrific Origin Pulse ready to tear the city asunder. No survivors.

At the same time, something erupted from below. Electrode and Voltorb were only so patient. They’d had their fill of time and caused a deadly chain reaction. One set off another, and it did not take long for a faint rumble to exponentially increase to a catastrophic boom. The world erupted with wooden splinters and white light.

But the last thing Grigori could remember before he joined his foe in the pitch-black nothingness was a massive force on his back. Moments before the living payload could blow him to bits, Brick launched him high into the sky. Inertia carried him far away. But to where?

Who knew but the vast sea, uncaring and cold against his skin.

---

Caleb Harcourt

10 MP for Prelude Post
50 MP for Pokemon being knocked out (Brick the Druddigon)
50 MP for Grigori making a sacrifice (saving Caleb)
50 MP for having a meaningful moment between character and pokemon (Brick tossing Grigori high into the air so he doesn't immediately die)
100 MP for completing a prelude thread
250 MP for having a tied/neutral ending

880 MP TOTAL

Introduction

While conflicts ebb and flow, and the battlefield changes every day, some things stay the same. Hoards of filing cabinets line the dimly lit room, more in line with a noir movie than a Rocket office. At the front desk is a person who incessantly clacks away on their keyboard. Smoke billows from their lips and dark circles cling to their eyes.

“Who the hell are you,” they say as they continue to type up a storm, “and what the hell do you want?”

Some people have names that everyone knows, and some aren’t more than whispers among colleagues and friends. Some don’t even get that. But if you’ve been in Rocket, you’ve been here. Everyone has a name, and everyone needs to be documented. Their statuses known. Records digitized and aliases with their crossed i’s and dotted t’s.

If it matters.

INSTRUCTIONS

ROCKET ALIASES:

"Everyone’s got a fake name– can’t be calling you by the real one in public, can they? Rocket utilizes aliases specific to the individual to keep things nice and orderly. Taken? Try again. Want it bad? Too bad. You’ll do anything for it? Get in line. You
ain’t the first to have the idea. And try not to take names from defectors– makes my life a lot harder. And yours.”

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ROCKET STATUS:

“Look, we’ve got seventeen people in the queue for ‘Harbinger’ or ‘Gunslinger’ or whatever the grunts think is cool. If you’re out, then stay in the spotlight and let the rest of us get the true job done. In the shadows. The more attention you have, the less your friends don’t. For the cause, and what-not.”

‘Sides. Easier for me if I don’t got to run your deetz through a cipher.”

THIS IS NOT REQUIRED BY ROCKETS, but it’s important to keep information recorded in one succinct place so that everyone has access to it and knows where to access it. Since this is information related to the Plotter, it will be kept on the same sub-board. Put in an alias, and optionally the status of your Rocket according to the League and any other information you think is important to the document.

What makes this different from the previous ones is the addition of the status of publicly known Rockets/Rockets known to high-ranking League personnel. If it’s relevant to your character, then feel free to add it in. If not, then leave it blank. (Work in progress right now, but hopefully will have it up before August 11th, 2024)

Disclaimer that this is not a replacement for, or in any way, take precedence over character knowledge. I hope to keep things as updated as possible, but ultimately I can only work with what is relayed/noticed/told to me. When in doubt, ask the person who plays the character (and then also tell me pls). Also, don’t use this to try metagaming knowledge characters wouldn’t otherwise know.

This can and will be updated if anything else is determined to be extremely relevant to what is on this sub-page. Furthermore, some information will be taken from the previous document and imported here to keep things simple.

(Thank you to Des, the previous owner and runner of this thing (MARILYN HASEGAWA ) for giving me permission to take over)

Alias Sign-Up

[blockquote][b][font face="courier new"]CHARACTER'S NAME ALIAS[/font][/b]
[font face="courier new"][b]ROCKET ALIAS[/b] →INSERT CHARACTER’S @ TAG
[b]ROCKET STATUS (Optional):[/b] Unknown/Alias Only/Known by Officials/Public Knowledge/Defector
[b]DETAILS (Optional):[/b] Anything else relevant (thread detailing cover being blown, when they defected, previous aliases, etc.) Or leave blank[/font]
[/blockquote]

COMPENDIUM: (COMING SOON (I FUCKING HATE PHYSICS GRAAAAAAAAAAAA))

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ACTIVE ROCKETS

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ACONITE → eilidh leitch
ALOPEX → fern delaney
BADGER → Madeline McKenna
BEAST → Taika Cadell
BEE → BARNABY FINCH
BLACKBIRD → Cillian Quinn
BLUE → knox prescott  
CATURIX → Cain Toman
CERBERUS → dorian westcliff
CRIMSON DRAGON → ryker hayes
CYCLOPS → Aurelie Lefevre
DREAD THREATENING → Shred
ENIGMA → sage morgan
FISHER → Grigori Sokolov
FOOL'S GOLD → Kouji Matsubara
FOX → howard slayte
GHOST → Zev Harcourt (no longer in use)
HANNIBAL → Rhea Armistead  
HOPS → Naomi Sato (no longer in use)
KID → priam conrad (kanto only, expired)
LEVIATHAN → Rowan Wrynn
MATCHA → MARILYN HASEGAWA
MERCURY → Calliope Alvara
MILLE (FEUILLE) → Fenelle Miller
MISSINGNO → Mark Cunningham
MR BLUE → Andrew Fisher
NEON → mint frost  
PERRA → VENETIA KALEI (kanto & hoenn)
RABBIT → Alba Evovae (Owner of Eternal Floette)
ROOSTER → JULIAN MALCOLM
SIX → parker jones
SNOW WHITE → MAKI YUKIMURA  
SYRAH → nikkari hect
FOX → howard slayte
TSUBAME → Aoki Hana
VIPER → Elisabeth Fiorelli (no longer in use)
WEAVER → ameena abadi  (Unknown, save for suspicion by Montgomery James )
YORU → jayden cross (no longer in use) [break][break]

DEFECTORS

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BLACKJACK → Isaac Merlo
BONES → MARISOL SIMONE (no longer in use)
CAMELLIA → Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki (known mostly in kanto)
HOUND→ Eris Halla (Kanto)
MATILDA → PETRA MONROE
NINE → Montgomery James (primarily known in unova, defector)
LIGHTS → coal doe
BLADE → Caleb Harcourt (kanto Defector; younger brother of Zev Harcourt )

Even if the pain from a knife in his leg got lost along the nerves that should go to his brain, it still let Caleb evade his assault as muscles twitched in pained confusion. Rarely did things play out like this, recently. Most of the time, his foes were the defenseless or close to it. They didn’t fight back like this.

Trained with dragons.

But dragons were creatures of pride, and pride always goeth before the fall. That’s why, when the ship lurched, Caleb was the one that got sent straight into the pile of red and white spheres of pure rage. The collective looked straight at the man, helpless and defenseless.

Grigori, who had slammed into the wall, could only watch in abject horror as the first one blinked yellow.

Then two. Then four.

Then eight. Then sixteen–

“ENEMY OPERATIVE HAS ARMED THE PAYLOAD! EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY– WE WILL NOT REACH OUR DESTINATION IN TIME!”

Redemption, was it? A good intention. Grigori hugged the wall like his life depended on it, because it did, and hobbled straight over to the ranger. Before he could try to retaliate, an iron-lock of a grip secured him to the grunt.

“I killed him two and a half years ago,” He pulled as hard as he could. Up, and towards the stairs from whence he came. “All he wanted was for me to ensure his daughter came out of Hoenn alive and for the better.”

“Which you have ruined. This ship was not meant for League personnel, but for the beast that threatens to drown Sootopolis and her people. Feel redeemed now?”

His earpiece blazed once more as he tried to pull-slash-push Caleb up and up. “Reports show that the fuckin’ golem from the Power Plant was spotted in Mossdeep a couple hours ago– did the League capture the fucking Regieleki?! Oh, we’re fucked, we’re so fucked–”

He cringed. Her secret teetered on the edge of being spilled to the world. Funny, that it was the golem she sought to keep hidden. If only they knew of the beasts that now roamed the land. Shred would kill anyone in his path. But now wasn’t the time. She would have to come to a decision on her own. Such was life.

Brick clutched at his arm and looked towards the stairs. Then the pile of living bombs. Even as his body burned with ghastly flame, and his bones ached, he did not take the easy way out. He rushed past his foe, no longer interested in his quarry. Instead, he grabbed whatever was close and attempted to build a makeshift barricade. It wouldn’t do much, but it didn’t need to.

It just needed to do enough.

---

Caleb Harcourt

10 MP for Prelude Post
50 MP having your character make a regrettable decision (helping the enemy is something of a regrettable decision)
370 MP total

Love was something Grigori understood perfectly. Even before Hoenn, there had once been a family-esque love. Someone to be there for him, whenever he needed it. Through thick and thin, and when times were tough. And now, he could understand it more than perhaps anyone in Rocket.

But he also remembered what the price of such love had been. Heartbreak, twenty-seven years ago. And now, the guillotine hung high and the rope taut. Eventually, he would be the one to cut it loose and let the blade plummet onto his heart once more. june sleigh deserved the truth, and their friendship was built upon a bomb.

He knew of love, but he knew of its cold void as well. When it was gone and left him with nothing but a shell of violence and rage against those who hurt him. Kanto had been the first victim.

Would he be his own next?

Rage disappeared, and another emotion engulfed him entirely. A visible spark against the metal frame behind him as the hammer was tossed away. He had two perfectly good tools attached to his wrists. His primary weapons of choice for thirty-one years. Why had he ever stopped?

“Then you know absolutely nothing, CALEB!”

Hell hath no fury like a man with everything lost. Two jumbled messes of broken relationships and a life of hard decisions clashed. Grigori had absolutely no intention to lose this time, however. Even as he unarmed himself, he proved to be no less a worthy opponent.

Blade met leather protection hidden underneath clothing, and flesh met flesh. If Caleb landed two slashes of the blade, then it was met with a bone-crunching fist. Soon enough, scratch marks met flesh and blood droplets flowed freely from cuts and scrapes. All it did was serve to make his knuckles red and white as he assaulted the ranger.

“My best friend left me, and Kanto wept. Petty squabbles sent hundreds to their graves, all because of me. And back then?”

“I relished it,” he spit out. Another attempted punch. “It felt good to be the one who hurt others. Tore them apart. Like I was finally in control. I had finally taken what I longed for. The only thing that separates us, is that he was never content with anything. He kept reaching, and he'll keep doing it until the world dies or the world finally crushes him.”

Another attempted punch. “And if your own brother is worthy of such affection, such care, such mercy…”

“Then why not the same with I?”

It was the thorns of vicious, barbed Envy that danced in his eyes and drove his muscles ever forward. Not the flames of Wrath, for they had burnt out upon his arrival to Hoenn. Nor the Pride that infected Rocket like the plague. Nor Lust, or Gluttony, or Greed or Sloth. But Envy of what? What did he long to see in himself from his foe– no, the world?

Not even Grigori himself knew. But he wanted something. Desired it beyond belief. Enough to keep him going against Caleb, when all sensible roads lead to him giving up and turning over a new leaf. He was chained, but wanted to be free.

But it wouldn’t matter in this exact moment, as his mouth opened and started to scream. His body flung forward to tackle and take the life from the rangers eyes. And in that exact moment, the intercom blared to life all around them.

“WORD FROM HIGH, THE SEALEO IS VAST! HOLD ON!”

And the world tilted.

---

Caleb Harcourt

10 MP for Prelude Post
50 MP for hitting rock bottom (lol, lmao)

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

1X Ultra Beast (Blacephalon, Moveset like a gacha and immediately being YEETED for a trade so moveset will be whatever they choose, From completing the Project Tower battle pass) (0 PD)

TOTAL

do come again!

0 PD

It was expected that Jayden stopped his attack with incredible ease. What got the grunt to pop his eyes from their sockets was when the shield went cold. Frozen. Then, a sword flashed and slammed into its edge. Metal shards exploded all across his arm and sent fragments into the small crowd. A dozen shrieks of fear echoed through the small room.

The attack left him reeling. His arms waved in frantic circles as he managed to only fall to a knee. Heavy breaths escaped his lips, frosty clouds as he looked to his foe. Powerful. Too much so. Most of these men would not be on the opposite end of an avatar. Especially Jayden.

But the odds were never zero, and complacency ended more men than not.

“I apologize, Mr. Cross,” Grigori sighed. That beast had changed Jayden. Not that he had forgotten, but it felt pertinent to remind himself of it. Not many foes can freeze and shatter steel in the same breath. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Stay out of his warpath, for starters.

---

jayden cross

Before Grigori could recognize what was going on, the target of his stealing attempt was stolen straight from his fingertips. Pink portals threatened to decimate their small rag tag group. The grunt also reached for his belt for Pumpkin, who’d easily let them make a dent before they died. It was certain; one did not simply survive an encounter with an Avatar.

Except they had their own on their side. Living letters materialize from thin air, much like the infinity energy that desired their demise. Their surroundings quickly changed. Once the Observatory, now they resided squarely back in Rocket’s land.

Grigori fell to a knee. His stomach churned. Interdimensional travel felt atrocious, even if it was quick. Was this how Naomi felt most of the time?

“Lucky indeed,” Grigori muttered. As he tried to stand, Parker put him on the spot. All he could show the scientists was his empty palms, slick with sweat and a sigh. “We had a run in with Ms. illeana reyes. Apologies for not being quicker.”

“Now, if you will excuse me…” he trailed off as his suddenly weak limbs carried him away from the pair. He needed to make friends with a trash can for potential janitorial reasons.

---

parker jones

ULTRA PLANT: JAH

june sleigh 's curry entry

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thread summary: June and Annalise find themselves wandering about in the Power Plant. June has doubts about her ability to actually capture the thing while Annalise reassures her that if anyone can, it's the delivery girl. Meanwhile, Howard is busy fighting Regieleki with its kin, and a wayward Hyper Beam nearly vaporizes the former duo.

This leads into charge into an all out brawl between the two groups beneath the conditions of a Trick Room. What June didn't take into account is that Regice is much faster than everyone under those conditions and threatens to drown them in snow. Annalise covers and helps Annalise by taking some of the pressure off while she gets onto the ground and gets chased by Howard. Thanks from the help of a Zap Cannon by Xurkitree and an ancient Hisuian ball, June manages to get the throw off before Howard can stop her.

She catches the Regieleki. But soon realizes that it was not the answer to her problems, the entire reason she was there. Then, a lightning storm incapacitates Regice and its owner, who soon finds himself face-to-face with the friend he threatened so long ago. If she keeps Regieleki, then Eternatus is now her foe and she will die.

After some back and forth dialogue, June realizes that killing him will not make her happy either. This gives Howard enough time to teleport away before Annalise can finish the job. The delivery girl asks the ranger what will make the pain go away, and Annalise responds the only way possible: with the truth. The thread ends with June breaking down and coming to vague terms of what this all actually meant. Her dad was dead and no silly fulfilled promises would bring him back to life.


why is it important?: Some would say Ouroborus is more important for June for... a few reasons. Avatarship, it plays off the threads with Naomi Sato and can lead to plots wit howard slayte over Eternatus. Gets her more involved with League affairs/Rocket 'transition'. But to me, I think there are only a couple of reasons why this one is more important.

But... importantly so (note to self: make this sound better). First off, it plays off the last communal curry and shows that the start of a pot did indeed go somewhere. June started off with a rocky relationship with Annalise, but managed to become good friends with the ranger due to the events in the power plant, as well as other threads off to the side. It feels natural and right that this thread is the one I pick for the next communal curry. Ouroborus was important, yes, but this one feels more important.

And that's the other main reason: the completion of the plot gives way to Ouroborus. It was the completion of one journey, one of realization and that grief is a very real and necessary process. While June does not get over her problem, nowhere close-- it is a very crucial step for it. The first step is Denial, and this thread is ultimately her ability, chosen or forced upon her, to accept that fact. A very critical part of her being is gone. What now?

And it will lead into the 'what now'.

(Also I want to give the biggest shoutout to Space for coming along on this journey with me and willing to throw herself into six consecutive power plants. And her willingness to help me with a major core plot for my character, which will allow her to branch further than she ever could before it was completed)

((Sorry June is going to be stupid and throw it all away now))

PROJECT TOWER: GH

Grigori Sokolov 's curry entry

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thread summary: What starts off as a hopeful training exercise quickly turns to matters that always seem to creep up whenever Howard and Grigori are together: June Sleigh. For once, Howard is unable to do much but be towed around by Grigori and listen to him as he counters every possible idea that the man comes up with. Half out of experience, half out of worry. They make their way to the armory, and then into the repair shop to work on a weapon.

Along they way, they discuss june sleigh -- ever important yet ever problematic to their relationship. Now that she has Regieleki, what do they do? Howard proposes to keep information hidden, but that's not good enough for Grigori. Howard assures him that he can deal with his bosses, and the grunt disagrees. Ultimately, Grigori posses the idea that they are unable to contain June. Not from their current places in Rocket.

But ultimately, Grigori poses an idea that will cost their already strained relationship a little more of the glue that keeps it together. If he were to command him to recruit June should the need arise, then they would be able to both keep an eye on her and away from pertinent danger. Howard vehemently disagrees and poses that there must be a better way.

Before he walks of, Grigori reminds him that he has until the situation arises but also that the fault lie with one of them more than the other. [break]

why is it important?: To me, this thread holds importance for a few reasons. Its no secret that my characters are intertwined in such a way that both supports and nurtures one another plot wise. If an issue arises on one side, then it's likely that it'll happen on the other. This dynamic creates potential with both Rocket and League, and this is mere a continuation of such a relationship between them. Doubly so, since Howard is intimately involved with both parties.

But what makes it important is the shift from Grigori, June's supposes guardian. Not only does he no longer believe that Howard can handle the issue at hand, he feels the need to try and recruit her into the organization he grows to loathe by the day. In my mind, this is the slow cultivation of the idea that Grigori no longer loves or respects the Rocket he once knew and supported. Further supported near the end, when he suggests they only have to wait until her problems are solved.

The aftermath is left in the air, but its implied that she leave Rocket and never return-- just how her father ultimately ended up dead by the hands of Grigori. Once such a tabboo thought, now not only realized but vaguely supported by the man. It goes against all he believes, but June's safety and the promise to her father now start to become more important than anything else.

Even if it means getting her involved with terrorists. Even if it ruins her relationship with one of her best friends.