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The Innocence Project
Created by: Trigramatic
Sometimes, the law isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Well, scratch that. Most of the time, the law isn't all it's cracked up to be. Poor Brown Llewen can attest to that. He attests to it daily behind the bars of a small Cianwood jail cell. It's a jail cell that isn't even his, yet it's his to stay in for five years, courtesy of the Police. And Team Rocket. All his cellmates know poor Brown' predicament, and they too feel he's got all the guile of a lamb. They know Brown could never work for a group like Rocket. Yet the Police thought his concern for a true Rocket, tied up by Blizzard, was enough to convict him as they did the other Rocket.
We, as Snagems are soldiers of fortune. We have no real allegiances but to ourselves. Simply put, our enemy is the constant injustice that exists each day. We love nothing more than to see it struggle. Even more, we love it when there's nothing to struggle.
So someone needs to go and infiltrate the place and spring the guy out. Of course it won't be easy. And I'm afraid it'll be even un-easier. You need to keep your identity and anything that could tie you to Snagem hidden. This mission will rely on your abilities to:
a) Keep yourself hidden from wardens, inmates and cameras alike
b) Use your Pokemon in tandem with your own movements to make it seem as if wild Pokemon have stormed the place. Maybe for food. This can be any reason
c) Escape with the prisoner and flee from Cianwood while keeping both of you out of the slammer.
After you take Brown back to his own residence, there's a great chance he'll want to repay you. You can either accept what he has to offer or if you prefer, you'll be rewarded by me with a rank-up if the mission is good enough for the merit.
Objective: Rescue Brown from the (in)justice system and excape.
Pokemon: Use only ones that fall into these categories: Can aid in stealth, or can cause a ruckus to draw attention away from the inmates.
Opposition: If all goes well, there will be none. If you need to fight, make it quick. Jailers don't carry too many Pokemon at a time.
Rewards: Three to five Snag Coins, varies from there.
Created by: Trigramatic
Sometimes, the law isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Well, scratch that. Most of the time, the law isn't all it's cracked up to be. Poor Brown Llewen can attest to that. He attests to it daily behind the bars of a small Cianwood jail cell. It's a jail cell that isn't even his, yet it's his to stay in for five years, courtesy of the Police. And Team Rocket. All his cellmates know poor Brown' predicament, and they too feel he's got all the guile of a lamb. They know Brown could never work for a group like Rocket. Yet the Police thought his concern for a true Rocket, tied up by Blizzard, was enough to convict him as they did the other Rocket.
We, as Snagems are soldiers of fortune. We have no real allegiances but to ourselves. Simply put, our enemy is the constant injustice that exists each day. We love nothing more than to see it struggle. Even more, we love it when there's nothing to struggle.
So someone needs to go and infiltrate the place and spring the guy out. Of course it won't be easy. And I'm afraid it'll be even un-easier. You need to keep your identity and anything that could tie you to Snagem hidden. This mission will rely on your abilities to:
a) Keep yourself hidden from wardens, inmates and cameras alike
b) Use your Pokemon in tandem with your own movements to make it seem as if wild Pokemon have stormed the place. Maybe for food. This can be any reason
c) Escape with the prisoner and flee from Cianwood while keeping both of you out of the slammer.
After you take Brown back to his own residence, there's a great chance he'll want to repay you. You can either accept what he has to offer or if you prefer, you'll be rewarded by me with a rank-up if the mission is good enough for the merit.
Objective: Rescue Brown from the (in)justice system and excape.
Pokemon: Use only ones that fall into these categories: Can aid in stealth, or can cause a ruckus to draw attention away from the inmates.
Opposition: If all goes well, there will be none. If you need to fight, make it quick. Jailers don't carry too many Pokemon at a time.
Rewards: Three to five Snag Coins, varies from there.
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Esio sat in Olivine City’s beachside café, casually eating a sundae and appearing to read the news. His eye caught an interesting article about a strange group of Diglett in Cianwood. Charmander sat in the opposite chair, keeping an eye out for anything that could pose any kind of threat to it. The lizard took a deep breath and calmed down enough to grab a spoon off of the table and take a small bite of the ice cream. The sounds of Pokémon echoed over the soothing sound of waves lapping against the shoreline.
Finishing his dessert, Esio withdrew a handkerchief from his coat and wiped his mouth. He pulled his wallet and placed some money on the table, leaving a generous tip for the waiter before making his way toward the Battle Frontier. His fine coat flapped in the sea breeze as the Snagem agent made his way away from the city. Charmander followed hurriedly, wanting to go back into its Pokéball. Inwardly, the lizard knew it was too much to hope for, and greatly envied Sandshrew for being able to rest since they had found it sleeping in the road to Mount Silver.
Suddenly, Esio reached into his back and withdrew his Hoverboard from it. He hadn’t had a chance to test it yet, and decided to give it a quick run on the beach. He placed the board on the sand and turned the power on. The device gave a small hum as it lifted a few inches off of the ground. It remained stationary, even as Esio cautiously stepped on it. The board did not drop any under the trainer’s weight, much to his relief.
After a few minutes of getting used to the control setup for the hoverboard, Esio recalled a grateful Charmander and set off over the ocean toward Cianwood City. The sea was a beautiful shade of azure and gave little more than a ripple as he sped over the waves. The town appeared on the horizon as he passed through the Whirl Islands and grew steadily larger until, at long last, he was hovering over solid ground. The rookie trainer stepped off of the board and stashed it back in his bag before making a beeline for the jail. The police station was impressive for such a small town, but looked easy enough to get into.
Esio spent much of the rest of the day sightseeing and acquiring fitting clothing for the job, on top of figuring out the best way to get into the jail. Sandshrew accompanied him, occasionally pointing out weak spots in the ground. A number of holes had appeared across the town, many of them dug by Diglett.
That night, a lone figure and his Pokémon stood outside the police station, waiting for one of the many tremors that plagued the town due to the outbreak of Diglett. As soon as a stronger quake hit, the figure disappeared into a hole in the ground, followed quickly by a Sandshrew. Nobody saw reported anything strange that night aside from the constant earthquakes.
The tunnel was extremely dusty and crudely dug, but it served its purpose. The darkly clad man followed Sandshrew down the tunnel, calculating approximately where he was in relation to his target. Sandshrew kept much of the rock out of their path and stopped at what looked like a brick wall. The small ground Pokémon pushed on it a few times, rattling a few loose bricks out of place and into the room beyond. The young man braced for the sound of brick crunching on concrete, but only received a muffled thud as a result. He glanced over the shrew and realized that they had found their way into a cleaning closet. He followed Sandshrew down into the room and looked around. Various mops and cleaning products lined the shelves. The door was ajar, but only enough to peer out into the dimly lit hallway on the other site. The trainer sent out his Charmander and knelt beside the two Pokémon.
“Sandshrew,” Esio whispered, handing the shrew a photograph. “I need you to try to dig under the cell block and see if you can’t find this man. Be sure to burrow up from time to time to make it look good and keep your bearings. I don’t want you getting off course.”
Sandshrew gave a nod and began to dig into the concrete below it, trying not to make any more noise than necessary. Esio turned to the other Pokémon.
“Go to the kitchen,” he ordered. “I need you to collect some food to make it look like those Diglett were in here looking for dinner. Be sure to leave plenty of crumbs and torn wrappers. I’ll see if I can’t find any other way out. Good luck.”
Charmander squeezed out of the closet and began wandering down the hallway, sniffing at the air for any signs of food. Eventually, the fire lizard came upon a lounge. Coffee mugs and various snacks were strewn about the tables. Charmander breathed a sigh of relief at its luck, and began collecting bags of chips and some half-eaten donuts, ready to provide some kind of cover for the operation. A door opened nearby, causing Charmander to panic slightly and dash under the table. A police officer strolled in and poured himself a cup of coffee before leaving again. A Diglett popped out of the floor no more than two feet from where the human was standing thirty seconds before, then vanished again. Charmander took the opportunity to spread some chip crumbs around the hole and make its way back toward the cleaning closet. It ducked inside an open floor vent as a guard passed to avoid being spotted. A small group of Diglett decided to follow it, eager to taste the snacks Charmander carried…
Sandshrew had a much easier time than Charmander, only having to surface three times before reaching its target. It checked the photo, then looked at the solemn man in the cell. With a pleased look, the shrew began to burrow under the bars; a task it accomplished with minimal effort. It popped up inside the cell and chirped to Brown, who glanced up, surprised at his visitor. Sandshrew beckoned the man and pointed to where a small crack in the wall had appeared from the tremors.
“You… You’re really going to try to get me out of here, little guy?” Brown asked uncertainly. He looked up to see a friendly face in the small barred window at the top of the cell’s wall. Esio and Charmander had made their way out the same way they came in, and made their way to the side of the building unnoticed.
“Nice try, but that window’s kinda small,” Brown sighed dejectedly.
“Don’t be so sure,” Esio whispered, nodding to Charmander and stepping back. Charmander gave a thumbs-up to the group of Diglett that had followed it for a while. The mole Pokémon immediately burrowed underground and set off a small quake, while a few others broke through the wall during the short blackout that ensued. Esio offered a hand to Brown and pulled him through the ample hole created. Sandshrew climbed out on its own and followed after Esio and the fleeing escapee. Charmander ditched the remaining bags of potato chips by the cell and left.
Esio walked with Brown along the coastline toward Olivine City under the cloak of night. Not a word passed between the two until they reached Brown’s house on the outskirts of the city.
“Listen,” he said gratefully. “I’d like you to have something. It’s a statuette of Lugia from my good friend. Consider it a gift for saving me. If there’s—“
Esio held up a hand to stop him. “As kind an offer as that is,” he began politely. “I will have to decline. I’m just doing what felt like the right thing.”
“I… I see. Good luck out there, then, Mister…”
“Salem. Ryan Salem. I’ll see you around, should fate allow.”
“Yeah. See you later.”
The next morning, Esio sat at the café, wearing his suit and reading the news. The front page article seemed to be about how a bunch of Diglett overran the Cianwood Police Station. It glorified the efforts of officers to stop the outbreak, but did little else. Esio finished his coffee and left the bill on the table, with a decent tip for the water, as per usual. Without a second thought, Esio disappeared in the morning crowds…
Finishing his dessert, Esio withdrew a handkerchief from his coat and wiped his mouth. He pulled his wallet and placed some money on the table, leaving a generous tip for the waiter before making his way toward the Battle Frontier. His fine coat flapped in the sea breeze as the Snagem agent made his way away from the city. Charmander followed hurriedly, wanting to go back into its Pokéball. Inwardly, the lizard knew it was too much to hope for, and greatly envied Sandshrew for being able to rest since they had found it sleeping in the road to Mount Silver.
Suddenly, Esio reached into his back and withdrew his Hoverboard from it. He hadn’t had a chance to test it yet, and decided to give it a quick run on the beach. He placed the board on the sand and turned the power on. The device gave a small hum as it lifted a few inches off of the ground. It remained stationary, even as Esio cautiously stepped on it. The board did not drop any under the trainer’s weight, much to his relief.
After a few minutes of getting used to the control setup for the hoverboard, Esio recalled a grateful Charmander and set off over the ocean toward Cianwood City. The sea was a beautiful shade of azure and gave little more than a ripple as he sped over the waves. The town appeared on the horizon as he passed through the Whirl Islands and grew steadily larger until, at long last, he was hovering over solid ground. The rookie trainer stepped off of the board and stashed it back in his bag before making a beeline for the jail. The police station was impressive for such a small town, but looked easy enough to get into.
Esio spent much of the rest of the day sightseeing and acquiring fitting clothing for the job, on top of figuring out the best way to get into the jail. Sandshrew accompanied him, occasionally pointing out weak spots in the ground. A number of holes had appeared across the town, many of them dug by Diglett.
That night, a lone figure and his Pokémon stood outside the police station, waiting for one of the many tremors that plagued the town due to the outbreak of Diglett. As soon as a stronger quake hit, the figure disappeared into a hole in the ground, followed quickly by a Sandshrew. Nobody saw reported anything strange that night aside from the constant earthquakes.
The tunnel was extremely dusty and crudely dug, but it served its purpose. The darkly clad man followed Sandshrew down the tunnel, calculating approximately where he was in relation to his target. Sandshrew kept much of the rock out of their path and stopped at what looked like a brick wall. The small ground Pokémon pushed on it a few times, rattling a few loose bricks out of place and into the room beyond. The young man braced for the sound of brick crunching on concrete, but only received a muffled thud as a result. He glanced over the shrew and realized that they had found their way into a cleaning closet. He followed Sandshrew down into the room and looked around. Various mops and cleaning products lined the shelves. The door was ajar, but only enough to peer out into the dimly lit hallway on the other site. The trainer sent out his Charmander and knelt beside the two Pokémon.
“Sandshrew,” Esio whispered, handing the shrew a photograph. “I need you to try to dig under the cell block and see if you can’t find this man. Be sure to burrow up from time to time to make it look good and keep your bearings. I don’t want you getting off course.”
Sandshrew gave a nod and began to dig into the concrete below it, trying not to make any more noise than necessary. Esio turned to the other Pokémon.
“Go to the kitchen,” he ordered. “I need you to collect some food to make it look like those Diglett were in here looking for dinner. Be sure to leave plenty of crumbs and torn wrappers. I’ll see if I can’t find any other way out. Good luck.”
Charmander squeezed out of the closet and began wandering down the hallway, sniffing at the air for any signs of food. Eventually, the fire lizard came upon a lounge. Coffee mugs and various snacks were strewn about the tables. Charmander breathed a sigh of relief at its luck, and began collecting bags of chips and some half-eaten donuts, ready to provide some kind of cover for the operation. A door opened nearby, causing Charmander to panic slightly and dash under the table. A police officer strolled in and poured himself a cup of coffee before leaving again. A Diglett popped out of the floor no more than two feet from where the human was standing thirty seconds before, then vanished again. Charmander took the opportunity to spread some chip crumbs around the hole and make its way back toward the cleaning closet. It ducked inside an open floor vent as a guard passed to avoid being spotted. A small group of Diglett decided to follow it, eager to taste the snacks Charmander carried…
Sandshrew had a much easier time than Charmander, only having to surface three times before reaching its target. It checked the photo, then looked at the solemn man in the cell. With a pleased look, the shrew began to burrow under the bars; a task it accomplished with minimal effort. It popped up inside the cell and chirped to Brown, who glanced up, surprised at his visitor. Sandshrew beckoned the man and pointed to where a small crack in the wall had appeared from the tremors.
“You… You’re really going to try to get me out of here, little guy?” Brown asked uncertainly. He looked up to see a friendly face in the small barred window at the top of the cell’s wall. Esio and Charmander had made their way out the same way they came in, and made their way to the side of the building unnoticed.
“Nice try, but that window’s kinda small,” Brown sighed dejectedly.
“Don’t be so sure,” Esio whispered, nodding to Charmander and stepping back. Charmander gave a thumbs-up to the group of Diglett that had followed it for a while. The mole Pokémon immediately burrowed underground and set off a small quake, while a few others broke through the wall during the short blackout that ensued. Esio offered a hand to Brown and pulled him through the ample hole created. Sandshrew climbed out on its own and followed after Esio and the fleeing escapee. Charmander ditched the remaining bags of potato chips by the cell and left.
Esio walked with Brown along the coastline toward Olivine City under the cloak of night. Not a word passed between the two until they reached Brown’s house on the outskirts of the city.
“Listen,” he said gratefully. “I’d like you to have something. It’s a statuette of Lugia from my good friend. Consider it a gift for saving me. If there’s—“
Esio held up a hand to stop him. “As kind an offer as that is,” he began politely. “I will have to decline. I’m just doing what felt like the right thing.”
“I… I see. Good luck out there, then, Mister…”
“Salem. Ryan Salem. I’ll see you around, should fate allow.”
“Yeah. See you later.”
The next morning, Esio sat at the café, wearing his suit and reading the news. The front page article seemed to be about how a bunch of Diglett overran the Cianwood Police Station. It glorified the efforts of officers to stop the outbreak, but did little else. Esio finished his coffee and left the bill on the table, with a decent tip for the water, as per usual. Without a second thought, Esio disappeared in the morning crowds…
