Jecht’s smirk never wavered, even as the tension thickened around him. He watched Airi pull Haku into her arms, her relief palpable, though her eyes never left him. The little boy was safe now, but the Ranger Captain’s guard was still up, and her Absol had moved into position, cutting off his escape. Clever. She was sharp—sharper than most, and Jecht couldn’t help but respect that.

But this was all part of the game.

"Out of my mind? Perhaps," he replied, his tone light, almost playful, as though the whole situation was nothing more than an amusing performance to him. He took a slow step back, hands raised in mock surrender, though his eyes glinted with mischief. "But I wouldn’t say I’m trying to escape. After all, why run when the show’s just getting good?"

The Drifloon continued their eerie parade above him, floating lazily, almost unaware of the tension on the ground. Jecht knew the performance had done its job—he’d managed to return the boy without looking like the bad guy, but now the real game was at hand.

"Who am I?" Jecht echoed her question, his voice softening, though still dripping with the same playful charm. "Now, that’s a dangerous question, don’t you think? Sometimes it’s better not to know." He gave a slow, deliberate shrug. "But, since you’ve asked so nicely…"

He paused, drawing out the moment, his eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and something darker. "The name’s Jecht. And as for what I’m doing here? Well, let’s just say I have a vested interest in these Drifloon. They’ve been wandering a bit too far from where they belong, and I was simply helping them find their way back." He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "Call it… damage control."

Jecht glanced at Geisha, still blocking his path, and then back to Airi. He could feel the weight of her judgment pressing down on him, and yet, he couldn’t resist one more jab.

"Now, you’ve got the boy, and I’ve got my little puppet show." He gestured to Mimikyu, still hovering beside him. "So, what’s it going to be? You going to lock me up for a crime I didn’t commit, or let me walk away and call it even?"


AIRI WATANABE

Jecht watched Calyrex communicate with the Ground-types, the tension in the air thick enough to cut. The royal ambassador’s calm demeanor intrigued him, but his instincts told him there was something deeper stirring here—something these Pokémon were protecting. And that? That was the kind of puzzle Jecht lived for.

"Alright, your highness," Jecht said, stepping forward with a bit more urgency in his voice, his typical playful smirk still in place but edged with seriousness. "Calyrex is doing its part, but we can't just wait for them to open up like they're in therapy. These Ground-types aren't acting aggressive for no reason. There's something here they don't want us or the miners to find."

His eyes scanned the cavern, taking in the deep indentations, the overturned earth, and the clear signs of distress. "You see these claw marks? This isn’t just a random reaction. They're guarding something." He glanced at Elise, the spark of mischief in his eyes growing brighter. "Maybe something worth more than just relics and rocks. I think it's time we found out what that is, don’t you?"

Without waiting for a reply, Jecht stepped further into the cavern, his senses sharp. He followed the deeper, more deliberate marks in the ground, where the Pokémon seemed to have been patrolling. "These aren't just random tracks," he muttered, half to himself, half to Elise. "They're leading somewhere."

With a small peak ahead, Jecht found a small treasure trove of shards of different colors.

"Oh, thats why.. "


Elise Calcifet

Jecht took a moment to appreciate the Raikou-inspired décor, his eyes tracing the stormy patterns across the ceiling and walls. It was impressive, no doubt. Whoever ran this Gym had a deep respect for the legendary Pokémon, and the thunderous atmosphere felt almost alive. But right now, Jecht wasn’t here to admire interior design—he had a purpose.

When Kevin greeted him, Jecht flashed his signature grin, strolling up to the desk with the air of someone who was completely in his element, even if he didn’t have an appointment.

"Appointment?" he repeated, his tone light and casual as he glanced at Kevin. "Oh, I don’t have one of those, mate. But I was hoping to meet the big man himself—Josh Devlin." Jecht glanced out the window, spotting the impressive racing complex behind the building. His eyes briefly flicked over the Pokémon being trained and ridden in the distance, and a glimmer of interest sparked in them.



"See, I’ve got a little… stunt I’m working on," he continued, his grin widening. "And from what I hear, Josh is the guy to talk to when it comes to high-speed riding techniques. Thought maybe I could learn a thing or two."

Josh Devlin

Jecht raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as Elise explained the origins of her regal companion. "A king, huh?" He glanced at the Calyrex , Charles, walking beside her with quiet authority. "I’ve seen plenty of impressive Pokémon in my time, but Pokémon royalty? That’s a new one." He grinned, clearly entertained by the idea of traveling with a former ruler. "Guess that makes you quite the guide for the king, huh? Royal ambassador and princess, all in one."

Jecht watched as Elise cradled her Sprigatito, freshly healed and content, before glancing down at the tunnel’s rough path. "Well, your royal highness," he said, half-mocking but with a hint of admiration, "looks like we’ve got some digging to do. Literally. This Trapinch trail’s gonna lead us somewhere interesting, and I bet it’s more than just rocks and relics."

As they followed the trail left behind by the Trapinch, Jecht’s sharp eyes caught signs of something unusual. There were large indentations in the ground, like tracks left by multiple Pokémon, deeper than a simple burrow. He crouched down, running his fingers over the disturbed dirt, then straightened up, brushing the dust from his gloves. "We’re not just dealing with random wild Pokémon here," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "Something’s off."

After a short trek, the tunnel widened into a small, hidden cavern. Inside, Jecht and Elise stumbled upon a small community of Ground-type Pokémon—Trapinch, Sandslash, Dugtrio, and even a few Gible milling about. But something was clearly wrong. The Pokémon looked agitated, their movements restless, as if they were on edge.

Jecht narrowed his eyes, watching the scene unfold. "They’re all on high alert… but why?" He scanned the area, looking for clues. Then he spotted it—a section of the cavern walls was scarred, the earth torn and unstable. The miners had been digging too close to their territory. Worse still, there were discarded tools and broken equipment scattered near the damaged area, signs of a struggle.

"Looks like the miners must’ve dug too deep into their home," Jecht mused aloud. "That’s why they’ve been so aggressive. They think they’re defending their territory." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And judging by the way the earth’s torn up, the miners didn’t exactly leave quietly."

He turned to Elise, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "So, what do you say, princess? We handle this mess the royal way? Or maybe a bit of negotiation with these Ground-types is in order." His smirk returned as he gestured toward the restless Pokémon. "Either way, it looks like we’ve found the root of the problem."

Elise Calcifet

As Elise’s battle with the Sandslash continued, Jecht’s focus shifted back to his own showdown with the Gligar. The sharp-winged Pokémon glared at Mimikyu, its pincers snapping as it flapped its wings furiously, preparing for another assault. Jecht could see the frustration building in the Ground/Flying-type’s eyes—it had underestimated Mimikyu’s trickery.

The Gligar swooped down swiftly, aiming to finish the battle with a powerful Night Slash, its claws glowing dark and sharp. But Jecht didn’t flinch. His smirk widened as he gave the command with a calm voice, "Let it hit."

The Gligar’s claws slashed through Mimikyu’s ragged form, but the expected damage never came. Instead, Mimikyu's disguise—the cloth that hid its true form—crumbled slightly, absorbing the full brunt of the attack. The ghostly Pokémon remained standing, unharmed beneath the cloak of its Disguise ability.

"And that’s your mistake, little Gligar," Jecht whispered, the glint in his eyes returning as he issued his final command. "Mimikyu, finish this. Play Rough!"

With a playful, eerie giggle, Mimikyu lunged at the Gligar. The tiny Pokémon’s ghostly body shimmered as it delivered a series of powerful, childlike strikes, knocking the Gligar off balance. The Play Rough attack landed with brutal precision, sending the Ground-type spiraling out of control. The Gligar hit the ground with a heavy thud, its wings twitching before it finally went still, unable to battle any longer.

Jecht stood still for a moment, letting the tension in the air fade as Mimikyu returned to his side. The battle was over. "That’s the thing about illusions, Gligar," he muttered softly, almost to himself. "You never see the real hit coming."

With a flick of his wrist, Jecht recalled Mimikyu to its Poké Ball, glancing over at Elise as her Calyrex. 

"Now there's something you don't see everyday. Pokemon royalty, you wasn't kidding. " Looking ahead, the trapinch bailed as soon as the battles were done, but left a trail for them to follow. " It went this way. " 


Elise Calcifet

Elise Calcifet

Jecht's smirk widened as Elise handled the Sandslash with precision, her Sprigatito executing its Flower Trick with the grace of a well-rehearsed act. But he didn’t have time to admire her style for long. The Gligar swooped down again, its pincers snapping with deadly intent as it eyed Jecht’s Mimikyu, eager to join the fray.

"Well, if she’s putting on a show, I can’t be outdone now, can I?" Jecht mused, flipping his cape dramatically as his Mimikyu shifted into position, ready to intercept the Gligar’s assault. The eerie little Pokémon tilted its head, as if eagerly waiting for the command.

The Gligar lunged, its claws gleaming in the tunnel’s dim light, but Jecht was ready. "Mimikyu, let's give them a real fright. Shadow Sneak!"

Mimikyu’s shadow stretched along the ground, moving faster than the Gligar could react. Before the Gligar’s claws could connect, Mimikyu’s form vanished into the shadows and reappeared behind the airborne Ground-type, delivering a sneaky, ghostly strike that sent the Gligar reeling back.

Jecht couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight of Airi, the bold Captain Ranger, charging toward him, her Absol snarling in defense. Always the hero, he thought, his lips curling into a sly grin. She was good—he could see it in the way she carried herself, the fire in her eyes. But this situation was more complex than it appeared.

The Drifloon and Drifblim floating eerily around the meadow weren’t inherently malicious, but they’d caused enough trouble to make it look like Jecht had orchestrated something far worse than he intended. The kid—Haku. The Drifloon had picked him up by accident in their wandering, and now he was caught up in this strange moment. Jecht had a reputation for showmanship, but not for harming innocents. There was a way out of this, and it would have to be… a spectacle.

Jecht raised his hands, palms open, feigning surrender. "Whoa, whoa, easy there!" he called, his voice light with mock innocence. "This? This is all just a misunderstanding, I swear. Haku’s fine! See?"

With a flick of his wrist, Jecht released his Mimikyu, who appeared at his side with a mischievous tilt of its head. The Drifloon hovering around seemed to respond to the ghostly Pokémon’s presence, drifting closer in curious silence.

"These Drifloon? They’re not kidnappers, they’re wanderers—lost, just like the stories say," Jecht continued, stepping slightly to the side to show Airi that Haku was unharmed, just a little scared. "Poor little Haku got swept up in the confusion. I was just about to bring him back. No need for things to get messy now, right?"

His mind raced, formulating a quick plan. He needed a way to return Haku without causing a scene or letting Airi arrest him. And if there was one thing Jecht excelled at, it was turning every situation into a performance.

"Tell you what," Jecht said, his grin widening as an idea took shape. "Let’s make this a little fun. I’ll return Haku to you, safe and sound. But first, let me show you something that’ll make your little heart skip a beat." He flicked his fingers toward the Drifloon and Drifblim. "Ever see a Drifloon parade before?"




Without waiting for an answer, Jecht’s Mimikyu let out a soft, eerie call, and the Drifloon began to drift in formation, swirling and dancing in the air like balloons in a circus show. They moved in rhythm, creating a hypnotic, spiraling dance that filled the clearing with an eerie, ethereal glow. The spectacle was enough to distract the eyes of anyone watching. However, this was also a signal for the remaining  Drifloon and Drifblim under Jecht's control to escape with the rest of the pokemon they took, which was his actual goal. 

"There," Jecht said, taking the opportunity. "Now, while they’re entertained…" He moved swiftly toward Haku, placing a hand on the child’s shoulder and leaning down to whisper, "Time to go back home, kid."

With a gentle nudge, Jecht guided the boy back toward Airi, making sure to keep the Drifloon’s performance going to avoid any suspicion. "See?" he called, extending a hand toward Airi. "No harm done. Haku’s safe, and the Drifloon get to do what they do best—wander."

Jecht's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he took a step back, preparing to make his exit. "Now, " he said with a playful smirk, "how about you let me slip away quietly, and we’ll both leave this meadow with a little less drama, hmm? After all, it’s all just part of the infinite jest."

AIRI WATANABE

Jecht’s eyes sparkled with interest as the woman spoke, her tone laced with the elegance and authority of a royal figure. A Galarian ambassador with ties to archaeology? He hadn’t expected this kind of company in such a remote place, but it made the situation all the more intriguing. The stakes were rising, and he thrived in such tension.

"Royalty and archaeology—a curious blend, but then again, we all have our secrets, don't we?" Jecht mused, his grin widening. His hand drifted to his side, where one of his Poké Balls rested, ready for whatever might come next. The pink-eyed Sprigatito, watching him closely, was a sharp reminder that this woman wasn’t just all talk.

He took a step closer, his voice dropping just slightly, enough to make it feel more intimate—yet charged with challenge. "But you see, the tunnel here? It’s more than just a simple dig. There’s something hidden beneath these stones that even the best of your cousin’s crew might’ve overlooked." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in. "And as you said, you’re willing to play. So, what do you say we raise the stakes?"

The moment Jecht finished his sentence, the ground beneath them trembled. A sudden shift in the earth caused him to stumble slightly, and his smirk faltered for a brief second. His eyes narrowed as he felt the subtle tug of the earth—something wasn’t right.

"Tsk… clever," he muttered under his breath, glancing down to see a Trapinch emerge from the ground. Its large, vice-like jaws snapped shut with a menacing echo, and the air around them grew tense. The area seemed unnaturally still, almost as if an invisible barrier had been thrown up.

"Arena Trap."

The words slipped from his lips as he realized what was happening. The Trapinch had them cornered. Neither he nor the royal ambassador could leave the area until this little guardian was dealt with. Jecht flicked his gaze to the woman beside him, still poised but clearly alert.

"Looks like we’re boxed in," he said, amusement lacing his voice despite the tension. "Guess that means the game’s on, huh?"

Before he could say more, a sharp, high-pitched screech echoed from above. From the shadows of the tunnel ceiling, a Gligar swooped down, its pincers snapping at the air as it circled menacingly, waiting for an opening.

Almost in sync, a Sandslash burst from the ground nearby, its claws gleaming under the faint light of the tunnel as it snarled, its spiny back bristling with aggression. The pair of Ground-types were clearly not alone—this was an ambush, and the Trapinch had set the stage.

Jecht’s hand slowly reached for his Poké Ball, his mind racing. An Arena Trap and these two. Clever. Whoever—or whatever—was commanding these Pokémon had a strategy, but that only made it more exciting.

"Looks like we're stuck together for this one, royal lady," Jecht said, the smirk returning to his face as he tossed his Poké Ball. "So, let’s put on a show, shall we?"

With a flash of light, his Zorua (Hisuian) materialized, eyes gleaming with readiness. "Time to see how fast you can keep up with me."

The Gligar screeched again, swooping lower, while the Sandslash dug its claws into the ground, ready to charge. The Trapinch remained fixed, its Arena Trap locking them in place, watching with an unsettling calm as the others prepared to attack.

"You take the Sandslash, I’ll handle the Gligar," Jecht said, his voice low but full of energy. "Let’s see how good you really are."

Elise Calcifet

Jecht glanced over his shoulder at the woman addressing him, his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn’t stop walking, but he slowed his pace just enough for her to catch up. The circus performer's garb he wore always drew eyes, and he’d learned to lean into the intrigue it caused. This woman, though—there was something about her. She carried herself with confidence, and her little Sprigatito trotted alongside her, all too curious. The shadows seemed to shift slightly, too, as if they were being watched from more than just the light.

"Excavating?" he repeated, his voice carrying a playful, almost mocking lilt. "Now, what makes you think I’m here for dusty old rocks and relics?" He gave a light chuckle, throwing her a sideways glance.




"I’m more of a man of theatrics, you see. I’m after something a little more exciting… a little more valuable. But," Jecht added with a sly grin, "perhaps not in the way you’d expect."

He stopped, turning to fully face the woman, his arms spread slightly in a casual shrug. His eyes glinted with a mischievous edge as he continued, "Now, if you want to know what I’m really after, you’ll have to watch closely. You see, life’s an infinite jest, my dear—just a game of tricks and illusions. The question is, are you ready to play?"

Jecht leaned in slightly, just enough to lower his voice, "Or are you simply here to guard the relics like the rest of them? But what of the real reason the Pokémon are acting out? Nobody seems to ask! Isn't that the punchline? Haha!"

He straightened, his smirk never faltering, waiting to see how she'd respond.

Elise Calcifet

pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/31897/all-float


Jecht stood at the edge of a quiet meadow, his eyes tracking the slow, aimless drift of the Drifloon and Drifblim he had been using to spirit away various Pokémon from lavaridge town. It had been a clever scheme—no one suspected that these ghostly Pokémon, who already carried the ominous reputation of kidnapping children, were under his quiet influence. The Drifloon would lure Pokémon away, and in the confusion, they would disappear into the sky, never to be seen again. Simple. Effective.

Until now.

A low breeze swept through the clearing as Jecht stared down at the Drifloon hovering beside him. Wrapped in the delicate, thread-like tendrils of its body was not a Pokémon, but a child—a young boy, eyes wide with confusion and fear. Jecht’s stomach twisted uncomfortably, his usual confidence shaken. This wasn’t part of the plan. The Drifloon must have grabbed the boy by mistake, its nature as a wandering soul-catcher taking over.

The boy's eyes flickered from Jecht to the drifting Drifloon, clearly unsure whether to cry or call out for help. Jecht’s mind raced. No one had ever seen him in connection with the Drifloon incidents. If he let this slip go, the child would simply vanish like the rest. No one would know. No one would question it. The Drifloon would take the boy away, and the rumors would only grow stronger, painting the ghosts as legends of tragedy.

Yet something stopped him. This wasn’t what he signed up for. 

Jecht took a slow step forward, his mind at war with itself. The child was innocent—no different from the crowd that adored his circus performances, the same people he swindled, but never hurt. He wasn't a monster. He wasn’t like those whispered legends. His goal had always been personal gain, never something so… irreversible.

"Damn it," Jecht cursed under his breath, narrowing his eyes at the drifting Drifloon. "This wasn’t part of the deal." 

AIRI WATANABE

Jecht stood at the mouth of Rusturf Tunnel, the cool breeze from the cave's depths carrying faint whispers of unease. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he surveyed the excavation site ahead, bustling with archaeologists and researchers scrambling over ancient artifacts unearthed from the rock. Normally, such scientific pursuits would hardly catch his attention, but this was different.

An ancient discovery, valuable artifacts… and the perfect opportunity.

Jecht had no real interest in archaeology or history, but rumors had reached him about a particular relic buried deep within the tunnel—something more than just a curiosity for researchers. Some whispered it held the power to control Pokémon, especially those with deep connections to the earth. If that was true, it could be a priceless asset to Team Rocket, not to mention a game-changer for his personal arsenal.

Smiling to himself, Jecht donned his usual persona of the wandering trickster, casually approaching the excavation site with the air of a curious passerby. To the untrained eye, he was just another volunteer looking to help protect the dig from hostile Ground-types. The perfect cover.

But behind the facade, his mind was already at work, planning. He would play the part of protector for now—show some concern for the researchers’ safety. After all, if he played his cards right, no one would suspect him. Not until the right moment came.

"Time to see what secrets this tunnel holds—and what I can take for myself," he muttered under his breath, stepping into the tunnel with a grin

Elise Calcifet

taking this on with Elise Calcifet    pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/47178/secrets-rusturf-relic

Jecht stands outside Mauville City's Gym, gazing up at the building with a smirk. His eyes glitter with excitement at the thought of meeting Josh Devlin, the Gym Leader and bearer of Raikou. Word had it that Josh was a master of high-speed Pokémon riding techniques, a skill Jecht was determined to learn for a future stunt—something that would push his circus performance to the next level.

Adjusting his cloak, Jecht steps forward, his mind already racing with ideas. He could envision the stunt: riding a Pokémon at blinding speeds, weaving through obstacles with precision and grace, all while leaving the audience in awe. But first, he had to learn from the best.

As he enters the Gym, he scans the area for Josh, his heart pounding with anticipation. The idea of learning a new riding technique wasn't just about adding a new trick to his arsenal—it was about impressing the crowd, pushing limits, and proving that he was more than just a member of Team Rocket. He was an entertainer, a master of illusion and performance.

Approaching the front desk, Jecht speaks calmly, hiding the excitement bubbling beneath his composed exterior. "I'm here to see Josh Devlin," he says. "I've heard he's the best when it comes to riding techniques, and I want to see if he can teach me a thing or two."

Josh Devlin