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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 3:36 pm
Log in    Authentication accepted: access to file 0744-6431 granted.
The following data is available for viewing:
1. Log in
2. Profile
3. Team rosta
4. Inventory
5. Pokédex
6. Acquaintances
7. Mission logs
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:10 pm
Profile   Basics
Identification number: 0744-6431
Name: [Data missing]
Codename: Mr. Frost
Gender: Male
Date of birth: [Data missing] Xander knows that it's the 13th of February.
Age: 35
Rank: Agent
Type specialty: Ice
Partner: Not yet assigned
Vital statistics
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Pale blond. Fine, straight, worn quite short.
Eyes: Intense ice blue
Skin: Pale
Voice: Cold, clear cut British, smooth, dispassionate. (Closest voice match: Alan Rickman as Severus Snape)
Detailed appearance: While he has slimmed down somewhat and gained a little tone since he was recruited, Frost still has a somewhat soft appearance, and of course he’s still short; definitely not what people see in their mind’s eye when you say 'Team Rocket'. His hair is pale blond, straight, and kept quite short and neat. He tends to be a neat looking man over all; his uniforms are always pristine, and even his work overalls look almost new.
While he's quite easy to overlook to thanks both to his short stature and quiet nature, a careful observer might note that his eyes at least are a little remarkable. An intense shade of icy blue to begin with, their cold appearance is enhanced by the chilly indifference he directs at most of the world most of the time. A careful observer might also notice that, although he looks more business man than action man, his movements are very collected; while he's no gymnast Frost is an awful lot more faster and more agile than people expect him to be.
All in all, however, to the casual passerby Frost looks like just another average guy when he isn't in uniform, which gives him an element of surprise he really rather enjoys.
Personality
Likes: Reading, learning absolutely anything new, cheese, Skiron
Dislikes: Louts, idiots, messy people, crude people, overly emotional people
In brief: Frost is an incredibly cold, controlled man who seldom displays any emotion other than chilly disdain; deadpan is his usual expression. He lives very much ruled by his head, and unkind people might speculate that he doesn't actually have a heart. Knowledge and learning are his greatest loves in life, he can sit and listen to somebody babble about their chosen field for hours and never get bored. When he does make the effort to engage with society, you can really tell that he's trying; nothing flows smoothly, and if he actually manages to make a joke, for example, he feels the need to explain that it was a joke and what the joke was.
Quotes: "This is not dignified!"
"Fascinating."
"You are boring me, kindly be silent."
Detailed personality: Cold. As. Ice. Frost is control, logic, and detachment. It's rare to see more than the slightest twitch of a smile from him, and rarer to see him lose his temper. If he ever possessed 'hot' emotions such as rage he's buried them well. He does get angry, but it is very cold anger; he'd never be the one to run riot with an axe, he'd be the one carefully plotting for months or even years before exacting his revenge in the best, most precise way possible. It takes quite a lot to get him to that stage, however; most of the time contempt and or disdain are as far as he goes.
He is not completely joyless; if you see one of those tiny brief smiles of his, it will usually be when he'd reading a good book, discovering something new, or teaching something he knows to a genuinely interested (and reasonably intelligent please) party. There's another thing; Frost is smart. Really smart. Mathematics, science, and pretty well anything to do with logic comes as naturally to him as breathing. What does not come naturally is social interaction; a lot of the time when he comes off as unpleasant, he wasn't actually trying to be rude; he's just too blunt, and too blind to non-verbal cues to realize when people are getting angry with him. When he does finally catch on, he usually decides that the offended party is an idiot for taking offense at a mistake, and therefore that their opinion doesn't matter anyway.
This repeated failure over the years to form a solid relationship of any kind other than enmity has driven him to convince himself that he does not require human interaction in any case. It would be nice to get along with people, but he can't and so it is foolish to worry about it... Well, anyway, he has Skiron so that's just fine; the glaceon really is his best friend, and though training and playing with his pokemon does make him happy, deep deep down Frost wishes he could make human friends too. As he perceives this as illogical foolishness or even weakness on his part, however, he keeps it well hidden.
Other weaknesses he has suppressed are reactions to pain, fear, and unhappiness. A broken leg will stop him running, but only because the limb won't hold him up; so long as it is physically possible to keep going, he will. Luckily, however, as a logical man Frost will seek help when he needs it, whether this means he'll report to the infirmary promptly to get an injury treated, or asking for help on a mission he genuinely doesn't see any way of completing alone. This said, however, as a loner if he feels he can reasonably avoid asking for help (or engaging in any more social interaction than necessary) he will. He does feel unhappiness, but it won't ever show on his face; he won't even cry when he's completely alone. As for fear, it must exist within him on some level, but this emotion has been pushed so far down that even he is hardly aware of it anymore. It should be noted that this doesn't make him a brave man. Brave men face danger despite fear. Men who decide to do something dangerous because it serves their purposes and the risk of death or dismemberment are 'within acceptable limits' are just a bit creepy. This is more or less Frost to a tee.
Character tracks:
Dangerous Mind
Drive
Silence
History: [Data missing]
Skills
- Engineering (mechanical)
- Driving
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:12 pm
Team rosta    
Nickname: Skiron (SKI-ron: The Greek God of the northwest wind; he represents the onset of winter.)
Gender: Male
Nature: Mild (+Special attack, - Defense)
Ability: Raises evasion by one level in hail.
Moves: Mirror Coat (lv), Blizzard (lv), Ice Beam (tm), Signal Beam (tutor)
 
Nickname: Persephone (Per-SEPH-o-ne: The Queen of the underworld, and Goddess of spring in Greek mythology)
Gender: Female
Nature: Rash (+ Special attack, - Special defense)
Ability: When this Pokémon is hit by a move, the opponent’s PP lowers by 2 rather than 1
Moves: Confuse Ray (lv), Hypnosis (lv), Dark Pulse (lv), Shadow Ball (tm)
 
Nickname: Koios (KOI-os: The Greek Titan of intellect and the axis of heaven around which the constellations revolved.)
Gender: N/A
Nature: Bold (+Defense, - Attack)
Ability: Clear Body prevents stat reduction caused by another Pokémon's move or ability. Stat reductions can only be caused on Pokémon with this ability if they are self-inflicted.
Moves: Magnet Rise (lv), Meteor Mash (lv), Hammer Arm (lv), Protect (tm)
Nickname: Gilda
Gender: Female
Nature: Hasty (+Speed, -Defence)
Ability: Accuracy cannot be lowered.
Moves: Brave Bird (egg), Quick Attack (lv), Twister (lv), Aerial Ace (tm)
Nickname: Boreas
Gender: Male
Nature: Adamant (+Attack - Special Attack)
Ability: Prevents flinching.
Moves: Ice Punch (egg), Faint Attack (lv), Night Slash (lv), Aerial Ace (tm)
Nickname: Undine
Gender: Female
Nature: Mild (+Sp.Attack - Defence)
Ability: Heals one quarter of the user's maximum HP when hit with a Water-type attack.
Moves: Water Pulse (lv), Aurora Beam (lv), Surf (HM), Heal Bell (tutor)
Nickname: Thalassa
Gender: Female
Nature:
Ability: Increases the power of water moves in a pinch.
Moves: Megahorn (start), Razor Shell (lv), Aqua Jet (lv), Superpower (tutor)
Nickname: Atlas
Gender: Male
Nature:
Ability: Normal-type moves become Ice-type moves.
Moves: Freeze Dry (Start), Thunder Wave (lv), Ancient Power (lv), Thunderbolt (tm)
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:14 pm
Inventory
Bag
Items: A small selection of useful hold items for battle.
Medicine: Potions, pokédrinks, and status healer.
Pokéballs: Standard issue.
TMs and HMs: A few TMs are stored in here. There are no HMs at present.
Berries: A selection of useful berries.
Mail: There is just one letter in here; it's not written in English. It seems to have been read multiple times. Were Elite Agent Najda to get her hands on it, she would be able to read it.
Battle items: Perfect for that extra edge.
Key items: A key card, a set of sturdy berry pots, and a decent fishing rod.
Other
Laptop: Issued by Team Rocket: it has a large red R on the lid.
Books: A small number of rather old looking leatherbound books kept in Frost's dorm. Touch them and die.
Dice: A small leather bag containing several silver d4, d6, d8, d10, d12, d20, and d100. You never know when you might need to roll some dice, apparently.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:14 pm
Pokédex Seen. Owned.
Pikachu (#025): 1'04" 13.0lbs. Mouse Pokémon.
Luxray (#405): 4'07". 92.6lbs. Gleam Eyes Pokémon.
Spiritomb (#442): 3'03". 238.1lbs. Forbidden Pokémon: A Pokémon that was formed by 108 spirits. It is bound to a fissure in an odd keystone.
Glaceon (#471): 2'07". 57.1lbs. Fresh Snow Pokémon: As a protective technique, it can completely freeze its fur to make its hairs stand like needles.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:15 pm
Acquaintances
Rockets
Aila (deceased) - Former Agent. She was an intelligent, efficient young woman. It disgusts me that she died in place of that filth Izaya. May he carry the guilt for the rest of his miserable life.
Asch - Agent. Short tempered boy, must be closely related to Luke; they look almost identical.
Claire - Agent. She is a pleasant enough young woman; her pikachu is disgusting but Skiron is very fond of her glaceon.
Izaya - Grunt. ...
Lennyka - Agent. A strange young woman, given to indiscretion I gather.
Lilith - Agent. We got along surprisingly well, I shouldn't mind spending more time with her.
Lore - Executive. Very untidy for an Executive, and very friendly too.
Seth - Executive. A volatile man, good at his job but his temper keeps me from truly respecting him.
Shadow/Shawn - Grunt. I like him, he is interested in things and thinks about things. I haven't seen him for a while though.
Tambery - Grunt. I've trained with her a couple of times, pleasant enough.
Xander - Grunt. Very confusing, but pleasantly so. I don't know if this will work out or not, but I hope it will.
Trainers
Dith - Oh no. What the heck are you doing here?
Izumi - She has a fascinating arm! I would love to learn more about it.
Luke - Surprisingly ignorant about a surprising number of things, but polite enough.
Galactics
Diemos - He's simply brilliant, but whoever designed his wardrobe should be shot... I do wish we weren't on opposing sides.
Tethys - She seems to be a very controlled, efficient woman; certainly somebody I could respect. Again, a pity we aren't on the same side.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:16 pm
Mission logsComplete - 34 | In progress - 8 | Inactive - 6 | Total - 48
Grunt
1 - Back to basics - While exploring the base I met a trainee named Aila down by the pool; nothing major to report.
2 - [Mission] The Scenic Route - CO = Elite Agent Seth. Captured a pikachu, but methods were criticised. If we aren't supposed to rely on our pokemon, however, what are we supposed to do?
3 - Memento mori
4 - Doing time on the treadmill - Encountered Grunt Claire and her pikachu; it needs to eat less chocolate.
5 - Looking for a fight
6 - [ORP] Walking in a winter wonderland - A small group of us headed to the mountains for a day off. I am not entirely sure who organized it or how they wangled it, but it was an entertaining enough day, and Skiron was glad to be in the snow.
7 - Just desserts - I took a trip to Campheron to get sorbet for Skiron. I met Claire there, and went on to the ice cream shop with her. Zeus is disgusting. On a more pleasant note, we acquired a rather lovely Glaceon that had somehow made its way into one of the ice cream tubs. Claire ended up keeping her in the end, but I believe that Skiron has gained a friend out of it at least.
8 - What, you too? - I met a nice young man called Xander in the forest. First he turned out to find me attractive, then he turned out to be in Team Rocket too, and then he turned out to be my new roommate. He certainly is full of surprises.
9 - The first days are the worst, right? - Ground rules are laid down between Xander and myself now; I think we shall get along well enough.
10 - Outside of an Arcanine a book is a man’s best friend
11 - Frivolous activities are fun! - I encountered one Lilith in the rec rooms and managed to offer helpful advice on a delicate personal issue. I am rather surprised.
12 - [ORP] The new guy
13 - [ORP]Green intentions - I attended a party, because Skiron wanted me to. Nothing too interesting came out of it, but nothing too bad happened either.
14 - Food is important
15 - [Raid] Along came a spider - CO = Executive Agent Lore. Went to CF in search of Galactic, suspecting they had found a legendary. Happened across testing of the 'g-ball', a pokeball capable of capturing multiple pokemon. Engaged Galactic and secured a g-ball. No fatalities, but broke ribs on G.M.A. thanks to a Seed Flare attack.
16 - [ORP] A giant mechanical what!? - I should have stayed in the medical bay. At least I met a woman who seems interesting: Faleen, she seems to be involved with tech and robotics.
17 - What a pleasant morning - Ow. Woke up, went back to bed. Ow.
18 - Necessary stress - Engaged in some training with 'Brey, a pleasant session but nothing special to report.
19 - [ORP] A bad case of pokephobia - That boy needs to learn to control his pokemon better or he will end up in very hot water... Xander really is very protective of me.
20 - Close Quarters - I was briefly trapped in a lift with a young man who didn't seem to know very much about anything. He was quite polite, however, and so I was happy to explain a few things to him.
21 - Close quarters (reprise) - Trapped in a lift twice in as many days, and with identical twins. Asch is very young for an agent, and has impetuosity to match his years. He was a lot angrier than his brother, but rather more interesting too. I wonder why he has been transferred so often?
22 - [ORP] Going out to the outpost - Went to outpost to get parts. Discovered extreme loathing for Izaya. Police appeared looking for Lance. Ran away, hurt ribs, clipped by bullet. Made it back to base with Izaya bleeding on the upholstery. Told Xander to call me Snowy. Was patched up, went to bed.
23 - Janitor Duties - I met the boy who's afraid of pokemon again today, we had quite an interesting discussion.
24 - [ORP] What logic concludes - A team was sent out to invesitgate the Outpost, but their signals were lost over the mountains. They returned unscathed, having been trapped underground with Galactic. Diemos. The man fascinates me, stupid cape or no.
25 - A spot of tea
26 - [ORP] Training is in session
27 - This is not dignified either
28 - Target practice - I was briefly introduced to the use of a slingshot, but work called me away before I could do very much.
29 - I pity the Agent - Agent Aila is responsible for that thing. I do not envy her in the least, but I think I was able to assure her that I don't think less of her because of his behviour.
30 - [ORP] Tonight’s gonna be a good night - I hate bars. Why did I let Xander persuade me to go?
Agent
31 - Wait, what? - Ah, promotion. Xander seems pleased for me.... I shall miss having him as a roommate.
32 - [ORP] Catching up - Humm...
33 - Execitve inmate
34 - Around the snowberry bush
35 - [ORP] Something strange in the neighborhood - When will I learn that I hate parties?
36 - Cant fight the moonlight
37 - Having Words - Claire has met Dima, and he saw Skiron. Apparently he was annoyed. What am I going to do?
38 - The bubble tea monster
39 - What the hell just happened?
40 - Can't stop the signal - Humm, well Mister Star, we shall see how much use you can really be....
41 - Returning property - Mister Star is an arrogant man, but may yet prove his worth. We shall see.
42 - Recovery Mission - A successful mission; all captives recovered, and we captured Deimos in return.
43 - Homecoming
44 - A clean getaway
45 - Something Frosty
46 - Frosted Cupcakes
47 - [ORP] Clean Slate
48 - [ORP] Bloody but victorious
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:24 am
Skiron
Height: 2'6"
Weight: 56.6lbs
Appearance: Skiron is slightly smaller the average Glaceon, and of a fairly slight build.
Large image: x
History: Frost has owned Skiron for a little more than fifteen years; the Glaceon was given to him by a friend as an eevee. It has not yet been made clear when he evolved Skiron to Galceon, but given the meaning of his name it is safe to assume that it was his intention from the start.
Personality: Skiron is a calm sort, not given to extremes of emotion; he takes a measured approach to live in general, and like his trainer does his best to be polite to those around him. By default he is friendly to other pokemon, and even when battling (so long as it is a friendly battle), he will remain civil to his opponent as far as is possible during and after the fight. When it comes to humans he is rather more standoffish; those he knows well are welcome to stroke his soft cool fur, but if somebody he doesn't know tries to do so they'll encounter a mass of icy spikes instead. If he comes to actively dislike a human or pokemon they can expect to be given the cold shoulder so to speak: he won't be rude or aggressive save in extreme circumstances, he'll just ignore them and brush them off.
Unshakably loyal to Frost, Skiron would do anything his trainer asked of him without question. The thought of disappointing his master distresses him a great deal, and so he will always throw himself into battle with everything he has. Seeing himself as the leader of Frost's pokemon, he also does his best to make sure they maintain obedience and loyalty to their trainer.
On a final note, Skiron is rather fond of young pokemon, especially those of his own kind (i.e. eevees and their evolutions). In the right setting, and when in the right mood, he can set aside his usually cool demeanour to become a fairly good playmate, though to be fair probably not quite as good as another young pokemon would be.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:39 am
Persephone Height: 3'3"
Weight: 238.1lbs
Appearance: An average sized Spirtomb. The keystone is shiny like jet, and very light when the spirits are not manifested.
Large image: x
History: Out rather late one night in Ambergris Frost's foot bumped against something in the dark. Crouching down he first identified it as a rock, and then refined this assessment to 'Keystone'. And then Persephone manifested in his face. Skiron proceeded to battle the spiritomb, and Frost was able to catch it in a dusk ball. When he let the angry pokémon out the next day, Frost managed to win its loyalty by promising the chance to cause an awful lot of pain, havoc, and destruction.
Personality: We are legion, or possibly the borg. At any rate, you won't be assimilated, just killed horribly at the first opportunity. One hundred and eight spirits in every flavour of evil imaginable make up this malevolent whole; they love nothing better than causing fear, pain, and destruction. In general the hive mind thinks and acts as one, but on occasion internal conflict and infighting occurs. It is at times like this that Persephone makes herself known. If they are the borg, she is the queen; the most powerful and intelligent of them all, it was she who struck their bargain with Frost and she who has this final word in any argument. The idea of making friends is laughable to every one of the spirits, but Persephone is beginning to accept the idea of alliances, and she is forcing the weaker minds around her to accept the concept as well. After all, she says, it is their numbers that give them strength; if they have even more beings on their side, beings not trapped by the keystone, just imagine what they could do...
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:52 pm
Koios
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Weight:
Appearance:
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History: Koios was created in the labs for sale to the open market. It was not fond of his trainer, however, and so it escaped captivity, travelled across the land (searching far and wide for the humans with the red R), before eventually meeting Frost in Ambergris. On discovering that he was one of the people it had been seeking, the Metang returned to base with him willingly. Some days later, Frost decided to dub his new comrade Koios. (For a more detailed history, see below).
Personality: Intelligent, protective, pacifist. Koios has an insatiable thirst for knowledge and discovery. Anything and everything are interesting to it, from the smallest bit of pop-culture trivia, to the deepest secrets of the universe; Koios wants to know it all, and once it hears it, it remembers it all. It is deeply loyal to Team Rocket as a whole in gratitude for creating it, and because it had learned so much from members of the organization. It does not like everything they do in the name of science, but in the end it feels that the ends justify the means when it comes to discovery and innovation.
While it is loyal to all members of Team Rocket, it is especially fond of Frost, and a couple of others. It will do out of its way to defend any member of its Team, but these special individuals enjoy its special protection; Koios would do anything to keep them from harm. Anything, that is, but attack another living creature. While it accepts that the people it knows and cares for do such things, Koios has taken a personal vow of non-violence. In battle it will be a shield, create shields, and distract enemies but it would never lash out at them. The furthest it would be willing to go would be to pull a foe away from one of its friends, and carefully pin said foe down until its friend was safe.
It took many years of effort but eventually Frost succeeded in... brainwashing? Reprogramming? Whatever you might call it he has brought the intelligent pacifist firmly under his control, and got rid of a pacifism. A pokemon that will not fight is of limited use to Team Rocket.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:54 pm
Koios, a history: HQ to Ambergris"...think you're right; it's opening its eye."
...Light. Two bipedal lifeforms. White body coverings. A large red symbol emblazoned across their torsos. They were rather different shapes, but appeared to be the same base species; different evolutions, or different sexes? One was quite tall and thin, narrow all the way down. The other was shorter, more curved, and had quite a puff of white fur on its head.
"Yup, looks like! This one should fetch a nice price. Let's give it a last once over and then pack it up and ship it out. Beldum; float into the air so I can get a good look at you."
Beldum? The biped seemed to be addressing it, so Beldum must be what it was. Now, to float? How would it?... Oh, like that. Electromagnetic waves. How did it know what those were? Drifting off the workbench and into the air, Beldum focused its single eye carefully on the two creatures before it. What were they? Had they created it, or merely awakened it?
"Alright, now spin slowly through three-sixty for me... that is just turn all the way around slowly."
Mmh? Very well. Humming faintly to itself, Beldum began to turn and saw... And saw many things. Many things that it did not know the purpose of. Soon the bipeds would explain all no doubt... But wait. Pack it up? Ship it out? Price? Humming in a rather more uncertain manner, Beldum came around to face the bipeds again; there were many things here that it did not understand. It wished to gain understanding of this place and these creatures. What was existence without knowledge? How did it know the things that it already knew when it had no memory of a time before seeing the bipeds? Why did it know only those things, and not more? There was much here to discover... Oh, and now one of the bipeds was nodding its head and raising a red and white sphere. What was this device for? Perhaps -
Darkness.
Nothingness.
It struggled against the null - there was so much it needed to comprehend! - but the null was strong. It was tired. Perhaps if it waited, the null would vanish and it would open its eye to see two bipeds again. Perhaps that was all there was to existence; that one brief burst of light and then darkness until the light faded from memory, and then once again the light. Never ending cycle. Perhaps.
*****
...Light. Two bipedal lifeforms. One covered mostly in a blue article that had straps over its shoulders, and was made of a toughly woven cloth. The other wore finer materials, and had very shiny black coverings for its feet. It could see itself in them. Beldum. That was Beldum... Where were the bipeds with the red symbol?
"Humm... Well, alright, I'll give you it's unique but you're asking a lot of money for it," said the biped in the finer coverings. "I didn't get where I am by throwing money away: I'll give you half that."
"Aww, c'mon sir," the more roughly dressed creature sighed with a shake of its head, "I can't afford to let it go for that; my boys spent an age tracking and catching it. If you don't want to pay the price sir, somebody will soon come along who's happy to... Look, seen as I like you, how's about five percent off? That's all I can do for you sir, it really is."
"Mmmh... Alright, it's a deal then," the wispy thin biped sniffed, "but I still think you're over charging."
...Charging. Price. Money. The bipeds with the symbol had sold it. The story given by the rough-dressed biped was false. The skinny biped was being lied to. Why? What was the purpose of the deceit?... Oh no, the fine-dressed biped had picked up a null-sphere! "Bel! Beldum!" It did not wish to return to the null!... But its pleas fell on deaf ears. A beam of red light enveloped it, and all was null once more. All it could do now was wait and think. Red symbols created or awoke it. Sent it to be sold, but did not tell the truth about its origins. Did not wish others to know. Why? So many possibilities... Perhaps time in the null to think was not so terrible after all.
*****
"Beldum, Take Down again!"
Yes, the null was definitely appealing. Time after time the biped made it fling itself at other pokemon. So far as it could tell some kind of bet rested on the outcome of each fight. It was interested to see all the different kinds of pokemon: it knew that there were hundreds in the world (another mysterious fragment of knowledge), but it did not know what they all looked like, or what they were called. Most of them would not even tell it before, during, or after a battle. It found this a little upsetting, it did not enjoy having knowledge denied it.
The pokemon it was fighting this time was a shelled blue thing with an impressive plume of a tail, and it was one of the kind ones willing to tell of itself. It was a Wartortle. Once it had been a Squirtle. One day it would be a Blastoise. Beldum was a little sorry when the Wartortle finally collapsed in exhaustion, but did not have time to say so before the null returned. It was good not to be fighting anymore, but it still wished it could have said goodbye to the Wartortle. It did not like the biped that controlled the null and ordered it into battle. One day it would escape, and go in search of the ones with the red symbol; it still wanted to know what all of those things around it had been when it had first seen the world.
*****
"Beldum, Take Down! Don't you dare lose this for me!"
Pain. It knew a little of pain from its previous battles, but not like this. A thing called a Flareon. It laughed as its searing flames heated Beldum's body to unbearable temperatures. It was a savage opponent. Beldum was losing. It had lost before, but not as badly as was threatened now. The creature that controlled Beldum, that held the null-sphere, would be angry.
"Okay Flareon, finish it with Flamethrower!"
Fire. Pain. No more power. Beldum hit the arena floor with a dull thud and lay there, only vaguely aware of how its jailor ranted. After a moment the null returned once more, and it surrendered awareness of itself. Was this existence? Was this all there would ever be?
*****
"Damn you Beldum, Take Down!"
It was using Take Down, but the attack was not very effective against the Iron Armored pokemon. Beldum asked as it rammed uselessly against the much larger pokemon once more.
the huge pokemon boomed, stomping the ground to create a powerful Earthquake.
it charged with another Take Down, which rang uselessly off the Aggron's tough body,
The large pokemon froze in place, turned to look over at the jailor, and snorted loudly.
It felt guilty for slamming itself against 'Buddy' again (a name, a way to distinguish yourself and others verbally from members of the same species), but the spiked steel type didn't seem to mind.
"Uhh... Buddy?" The Aggron's human frowned and scratched the back of its head. "What are you doing out there? Could ya give me another Eathquake by any chance?"
Buddy held up a hand to his human and shook his head,
Just like that? The Aggron was willing to help it just like that? It had not experienced kindness such as that before. <...Affirmative. Thank you, friend Buddy.> With that it charged at the much larger pokemon again, and quickly found itself captured in Buddy's claws. Giving a roar, the Aggron hurled Beldum back towards its trainer, where it hit the ground with a clang. Whirring in what it hoped was a convincingly distressed manner Beldum wobbled unsteadily back into the air, just in time to see Buddy bearing down on it. Its trainer gave a cry of surprise and was forced to leap to one side to avoid the lumbering brute, but didn't get far enough away to avoid having the pokeball knocked out of his hand by a swaying tail.
Roaring savagely, Buddy grabbed Beldum once more and pitched him back the way he'd just come. When the Aggron turned to chase him this time, one massive foot came down on top of the fallen pokeball. the Aggron boomed.
Beldum replied, whisking up into the air above the other pokemon.
"Oh no you don't! I paid way too much for you to get away from me! Great ball, go!"
"Bel?" Beldum turned around in confusion at the voice, just in time to see a blue, red, and white sphere flying at it. Wait... was this a pokeball too? It bore a striking similarity to pokeballs, but the human had called it a great ball... On reflection, this was probably worse than a pokeball. A flash of red, and it was sucked into the null once more. No! It had come too close! It would not be trapped by this human a moment longer. It struggled against its prison with all its might, determination outweighing despair by only a fraction. It would not be controlled any longer! Suddenly, Beldum felt strange. With one last effort, it cracked the prison and appeared to light once more... and, oddly, to binocular vision. "Metang!" Metang. It lifted its new limbs, inspecting them in fascination. A Metang. That was what it was now.
"What? No way! You're definitely not getting away now; go ultra ball!"
Metang snarled at the new threat, and almost the moment the null closed in on it, it broke free once more. Metang screeched at its former trainer and charged. It was not a violent creature, and it did not aim to harm even this despicable animal. It did, however, aim to snatch up the bag the human had been taking pokeballs out of. The weak flesh thing offered no appreciable resistance, and so bag safely clasped in one clawed hand Metang turned to look at Buddy once more.
Buddy laughed, stamping one mighty foot and grinning up at the hovering Iron Claw pokemon.
replied Metang, a pleased clicking sound emanating from its newly formed mouth, Without another backward glance, Metang rose up to above the level of the buildings that surrounded the battle arena and shot away like a bullet from a gun. Freedom. It felt good.
*****
Many cycles of light and dark went by before Metang felt it safe to stop traveling constantly. It was now time to begin its search for the humans of the red symbol, and the first port of call was a collection of dwellings in the shadow of the mountains. Metang had not expected instant results, but nevertheless it found the next few days frustrating; people either fled from it, or tried to capture it. It did not have time to communicate its quest to any of them.
The only significant development there was meeting a small pokemon known as a Charmander; it too was an escapee, and showed Metang its pokeball. It owned its own pokeball, so and no others could capture it. The opportunity was too good to pass up, and so Metang selected a ball from the bag it still carried (grey with blue lumps running around it) and asked the Charmander to capture it and then let it out once more. Once this was done Metang passed on the bag and the rest of its contents to Charmander in thanks for its help, and set off up the mountains with its very own pokeball clipped to its arm.
It met different kinds of humans up here; more of them tried to capture it, but their pokeballs just bounced off. They all seemed very confused by that, which amused Metang greatly. Despite managing to get some of them to look at its depiction of the symbol drawn in the dirt, however, it gained no leads. Maybe that was because it lacked red? It needed to get red from somewhere. Perhaps it should have kept some of those pokeballs after all, but what was done was done. Determined not to give in, Metang moved onward. It passed through a small town by the sea, but nobody there seemed able to help it. It moved onward through vast plains, but the wild pokemon it met there merely shrugged; they knew nothing of the special symbol, red or otherwise.
Metang grew more disheartened with every day that passed, but even so it pressed on until one day it reached a city that seemed almost totally devoid of human life. Perhaps at long last, in this surpassing strange place, it would find what it sought...
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:58 am
White.
Crisp.
Pristine.
It brought change along with it. When he put it on he would have his own room. He would work on more interesting projects. He would command more respect. Frost traced the shape of the red R on the chest of the new uniform that was laid out on his bed, his pale eyes distant. Agent Frost. It had a nice ring to it. It was hard to believe that this time last year the thought of joining Team Rocket had never even crossed his mind. Things changed though. A few months ago he wouldn’t have felt even a tiny pang at the thought of leaving his roommate behind, but now...
Foolishness.
It wasn’t as though he wouldn’t see Xander ever again, he would just see less of him. They could still socialize in their time off, but now he had his own space to go to whenever he needed to just escape from everyone...
He hoped Xander’s new roommate was bearable.
There was nothing he could do about that though, and therefore it was pointless to concern himself over it. It was also pointless to worry that things would become awkward between the two of them now that they were different ranks. What ever was going to happen on that score would happen. Nothing he could do about it. Put it out of mind.
Giving a weary sigh that was not at all logical but that he couldn’t suppress, Frost pulled off the familiar old black jacket and reached for the white.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 1:56 pm
Gilda
Height:
Weight:
Appearance: Gilda is a fairly average sized Pidgeot; she carries herself with pride.
Large image: x
History: Frost acquired Gilda from the labs shortly after Team Rocket intercepted Galactic communications when their ship was damaged (x) as he felt in need of some swift aerial transport for the future.
Personality: Arrogant, hot-headed and competitive Gilda thinks she’s the queen of cool and anyone who argues is an idiot. She’s very proud of her prowess in the air and doesn’t hesitate to brag about it. Very cliquey she’s fine and fun with her friends, enjoying messing around in the air or just chilling out but to those who aren’t her friends she’s pretty awful. Gilda is definitely a b***h to those she dislikes, and can also be an awful bully if she thinks somebody is too lame to hang out with her.
Lacking patience but definitely not lacking courage Gilda is a risk taker and a thrill seeker, and can easily get herself into situations she can’t handle alone. Her pride generally stops her asking for help though which only makes things worse, and if somebody helps of their own accord she’ll probably snarl at them and tell them she had it all under control.
Deep down Gilda would like to have more friends than she does, and regrets it when her attitude drives people she likes away from her but her ego stops her from doing anything about it. A great deal of patience is undeniably needed to deal with this bird but if you do have the patience and she decides you’re cool enough to hang with her you’ve got a brave and loyal friend for life.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 2:51 pm
Boreas
Height: 3'08"
Weight: 62lbs
Appearance: A lanky Weavile; it seems cold and generally disapproving.
Large image: x
History:
Personality: Cold, aloof, and generally underwhelmed by the world. A cynic, wearily intelligent. Believes in and cares for very little, but will stand for what he does believe in to the finish.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:14 am
Undine
Height: 3'03"
Weight: 58lbs
Appearance: Undine is of average size but like her father Skiron she has a slight build.
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History: Undine is the daughter of Frost's Skiron and Claire's Alexina. He evolved her to Vaporeon fairly young to cover his team's trouble with fire types.
Personality: In social situations Undine is quiet, refined and a bit shy. She looks to her father for guidance a lot. In battle it's a rather different matter; she has been raised to fight for her team since she hatched and revels in combat, it's the only time she really feels sure of herself. Something of a romantic she hopes to find a mate to spend her life with one day.
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