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POSTED ON Oct 22, 2018 8:36:25 GMT
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“You will not let it happen again.” His stern voice was offset by the gift.[break][break]

Desmond set the pokeball into her open hands, gently folding her fingers around its polished surface; Esser's punishment had already been dealt. Now, it was his time to offer the support. A pokemon will not teach her the lessons that needed to be learned, but it would interrupt her growing roster of Eevees. “Failure should not suit you,” even if it seemed to clutch to her shoulders with every decision that she made.[break][break]

She was not allowed the room to mistakes. It was an unrealistic expectation–he knew it. “Learn from this,” he sighed as he brushed her hair back behind her ear like he had done when she was a child. He could be a cruel man. These impulses could be tempered when faced with someone that looked at him with admiration.[break][break]

In the background, two slime-like pokemon would find themselves assaulted by–not one–but two Honchkrows. The brothers did not relent. They descended as a group–a murder. "I have been well," and he spared the details of his exploits. Hoenn had been a vacation. A chance to test whatever he pleased. His muse had been rekindled, knowing that there was a new region to exploit. "But, I fear I may find myself occupied in the coming weeks." Work demanded it. The break would have to end--and he looked forward to it.[break][break]

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POSTED ON Oct 21, 2018 22:37:05 GMT
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Desmond stepped out from the Pokemon Center–the only remarkable building in the town of Verdanturf.[break][break]

He was here for reasons that would not be disclosed, wasting his time as he waited to move from one location to the other. This place was a rest stop. A blip on the radar that he did not commit his thoughts or any effort towards. The faster he left, the better.[break][break]

Nero was released from his capsule. The Bisharp remained close to the scientist, his cold eyes waiting for any disturbances.[break]
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“They do not know their place,” they wished to be treated uniquely; they did not want to see themselves as disposable. “They want to be spared. They want their second chance,” so they could continue to disappoint.[break][break]

Desmond crossed his arms behind his back, keeping them tightly laced, as he came to Silas' side. He played the viscount –the adviser–with an ease that came from being associated with Rocket for so long. “When I arrived, the situation had already gone volatile. They failed to explain themselves when I questioned the matter. Fear of their failures, perhaps?” He hummed. These grunts were like children. They would always try to hide the mess that they had made.[break][break]

The scab itched. He refrained. “As I understand the situation, they had felt pressured. Two officials had arrived and demanded a surprise inspection. They presumed that their mission was compromised,” the scientist shrugged. “Regardless, both officials are dead... along with the third,” the witness. A dock worker. The reason Desmond was stained with blood. [break][break]

The tension was building in Hoenn, ready to overflow like the blood that seeped to the waters. The conflict would come. The League would continue to mount their efforts. Desmond eagerly awaited it. War was good for his line of work. It always spurred his muse. “I imagine this will not be the last surprise inspection. They're trying to slow our operations. They don't want us to secure a foothold,” but efforts were being made to secure a more permanent residence.[break][break]

“These interruptions will be costly if they continue. I will have to change my methods. Not now, but soon. I'll discuss it with the others--they're eager to meet your expectations,” because they wanted to cement themselves in this new Rocket and earn Silas' favor. Desmond had no need to play such games. He was comfortable where he stood. He knew what was wanted of him.[break][break]

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POSTED ON Oct 10, 2018 23:12:41 GMT
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Desmond chuffed. Her display of violence–quickly concealed as she turned her attention back to him–was to be expected. He does not know her; yet, she displayed characteristics that he recognized in this line of work. It made this conversation feel familiar.[break][break]

“We have not met,” he clarified, head tilted ever so slightly. “I am not expected to familiarize myself with the... new additions,” Grunts were seen as disposable. Desmond was not. He was treated well. Why else would he be lounging on a beach, drinking his fill of cocktails, knowing that his cushy hotel would be awaiting him? A Head Scientist was to be pampered–all of his needs were expected to be sated to draw forth his best work.[break][break]

His eyes drifted away from the mischievous pinkette as her “boyfriend” marched in their direction. “Anything worthwhile on that whelp?” His voice rumbled, feeling an itch that was rarely felt–the scientist was never offered the chance to be openly malicious. It had to be contained to the lab where it would have to be observed, quantified, and set to fill a purpose.[break][break]

He missed the cruelty that came without purpose. “Or, have you already taken everything that you wanted?” She would see his hand hover close to the pocket of his white shorts, where his pokeballs resided.[break][break]

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POSTED ON Oct 10, 2018 22:07:45 GMT
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She had grown so quickly.[break][break]

Desmond Kelley greeted Esser Blackwell with a smile, wondering where the time had gone. The lines that marred his face crinkled at their edges, pushed by his smile. There was no facade. There was no need to put on airs. “Good morning,” and he passed her one of the paper cups. Standing in the outskirts of Slateport had been the safest option, but not the option he preferred–he missed the security of Kanto, where they could enjoy their walks without the concern.[break][break]

“Are you well?” His hand reached up to brush away her bangs as if he were a doting father. He had already been told the news of the botched robbery, but he would let her voice it for herself. Poor Esser was rarely given that privilege. It was the price of her position.[break][break]

Pokemon crept from the trash-littered alleyways. The sound of human voices had attracted them. Desmond does not care. As a shadow crossed the street from overhead, the wild pokemon would what the Scientist had done. Remus swept down and shredded into the closest target; the nuzleaf. The cries of the pokemon were halted as the Honchkrow beat it into submission, talons gripping so tight into the poor grass-type that blood was drawn.[break][break]

Desmond ignored it. His Honchkrow had already been fed. The wild pokemon would be sparred.[break][break]
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POSTED ON Oct 7, 2018 3:33:28 GMT
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The outskirts were disgusting. As autumn slowly crept across the region, the marine layer would linger longer into the day. The shawl of gray could creep to the hems of this urban sprawl, sucking the color and the life from these desolate streets. Those that walked through these impoverished networks seemed more downtrodden than usual–maybe the overcast weather had impacted their mood, as well?[break][break]

Desmond straightened his coat, waiting for the youngest of the heirs to arrive. A simple walk would do her good. He would have called it fresh air, but nothing in this world was clean.[break][break]

The streets that stretched before him were empty. Two paper cups were in his hands, sealed with the round plastic lids to withhold the heat that radiated through the container. It was his turn to fetch the beverages.[break][break]

He hummed, knowing the young woman was on her way.[break][break]
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POSTED ON Oct 5, 2018 6:34:12 GMT
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He knew the verdict.[break][break]

The grunt's final words were inaudible. The gnashing of claws against the cement–the whistle–foretold the results of the trial. These sounds were the same as the cocking of a gun. The intentions were clear.[break][break]

Desmond does not watch; he has seen it before. His eyes were staring out to the sea, hearing the crunch as it greeted his ears with a tinge of familiarity. His hand scratched at his cheek, trying to flake off the dried blood. It was as thick as a scab; crunching and splitting beneath his fingernails.[break][break]

The body dropped. More blood pools, following the downpour of rain and staining the ground beneath their feet. The bleeding became gratuitous with the water to spread it. It flushed from the body, sloshed over the ledge to the depths. The Sharpedos would come to the baited waters.[break][break]

It was over. “Sir,” Desmond greeted, turning to regard the Rocket Boss. “I'll notify the cleaners,” they would need an extra bag.[break][break]

There was silence as the older man retrieved the flip-phone from his suit; the burner. "Were you inconvenienced?" He typed out his message. With similar cruelty, he hit the send button and decapitated the device with a quick twist of the wrists.[break][break]
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POSTED ON Oct 3, 2018 2:57:18 GMT
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The volleyball bounced across the warm sands with a satisfying smack. It landed neatly (and conveniently) on Desmond's lap, jostling him from his moment of relaxation. He stirred, sitting upright, as he lifted the ball into his hands. Right on cue, one of the girls playing the game departed from the court to collect. While he had certainly enjoyed the view, he was not lecherous.... just a benefactor of the chair he had decided to sit in.[break][break]

If it had been any woman, he would have handed it off and resumed what he had been doing–her hair had distracted him. Pink. It stood out, but not for the obvious reasons.[break][break]

He was familiar with the faces of the new recruits. Pink hair was easily remembered. It stood out. When he browsed through the roasters, viewing the fresh meat, she had been one of the faces he could remember; he had been told that she was trouble. The little monster seemed to be doing just fine.[break][break]

She's sweet. Too sweet. The word cutie fizzled in his mind like the carbon in seltzer.[break][break]

“I think your friends are losing interest,” both teams had clustered into one, taking a chance to talk among themselves about trivial things. Cellphones were flashed and they seemed to be occupied with taking pictures of themselves at sharp, tilted angles to... enhance certain qualities. “They weren't as invested. Maybe they knew you were bound to win–eventually.”[break][break]

He rose from his seat, letting his height speak for him as he handed the young grunt her volleyball. “I've seen you before,” he stated, eyes focused on her soft features; his eyes clear of any discernable motive.[break][break]
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THE BLACKWELL STEPPING STONE
POSTED ON Oct 2, 2018 6:43:09 GMT
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Desmond's in Camp Silas' as well, so I think everything will be smooth sailing. There was a hint of a rift between Desmond and Blackwell Senior, but that was right before the switcharoo so it's... understandable, considering that he picked the winning side. I'll try to get something up tomorrow to flesh out these concepts, if we're all good to go <3
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There's blood on his hands. The delightful jingle of elevator music failed to soothe the agitation that arose from the stickiness.[break][break]

Desmond breathed. “This was an embarrassment,” and his handkerchief was stained beyond redemption. It would do little to remove the stain... so, he smeared the mess against the closest grunt. The black of the uniform would not show the stains. His hand delivered a hard press, not subtle, as he lorded his height over the man. He wanted him to smell the mint on his breath and feel the tremor of his voice as he spoke low and slow.[break][break]

In a crowded elevator, there was nowhere for the grunt to hide; his fellow comrades ranked close to the back wall, cramming themselves against it, as they let him suffer through Desmond's lecture and let him act as his personal towel. “Clean up. You have fifteen minutes until the boss arrives. Try to redeem yourselves.” If they valued their lives, they would listen.[break][break]

There was a ding. His hands were clean as the men vacated the square space, leaving Desmond to sit and stew as the music began to play once more; the metal box dropping down the shaft to the lower levels of this storage facility, to the foyer, to the exit.[break][break]

Shifting focus from Kanto had come with its challenges. Resources had to be imported. Boats could easily smuggle the necessities, so long as they were indiscreet and the right paperwork was in order. Small batches; irrelevant junk to the eyes of the League officials that may have felt curious. It was not Desmond's job to handle these operations; but, he certainly benefited from them. On a cold night, he came to collect.[break][break]

And what did he find? A mess. Their cover had been blown. Someone, somewhere, had felt ballsy and had asked too many questions. The grunts got twitchy. By the time Desmond had arrived, he found himself partaking in the fun. He sneered to himself, trying to tuck the incident from his mind. It was not supposed to happen. Everything had been carefully crafted and yet, someone, somewhere, had managed to ruin it.[break][break]

The goods were shoved in the back of a van with the bodies. They cleaned their mess at the docks and drove to the nearest place–a call was made to the closest cleaner and the boat was driven out of port. Records of its arrival were stripped clean from the books. Three dead men in bags would soon find themselves disposed. If the League were to investigate, it'd be impossible to tell what had happened... but, they would guess. Their guess would be correct.[break][break]

The Hoenn League was twitchy. They had seen what had happened across the waters.[break][break]

Stepping out from the storage facility, he'd let the men unpack. Desmond felt the cold air, felt the blood that caked the side of his face, and stared out at the moonlit waters as they rolled; a force that was indifferent to the desecration that had taken place.[break][break]
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THE BLACKWELL STEPPING STONE
POSTED ON Sept 30, 2018 21:10:22 GMT
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UNCLE DESMOND IS HERE??

my old geezer has been with rocket since daddy blackwell was living and breathing. he handles some of the mad science and has likely been around esser for as long as she has been the "grunt of grunts," within the organization. he's (probably) one of the few people in the higher ranks of rocket to have survived the transfer of leadership. I think they'd get along well. anyway, I'm rambling. tell me what you think!

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