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Heroes:
Eliot, Draven, Truffles, Ramiel, Devin, Loki, Osha, Belle, Iah, Angel, Jet, Tryce, Raxka, Fluffernutter, Lightning, Rostek, Mitja, Switch


Kidnapped:
Brenny, Missy, Riley, Kirsi, Petaya, Sverre, Reshi, Morgan, Tamotsu, Edith, Ransom, Noble, Aether, Chloe, Ilmari, Eilam, Lucinda, Koujen, Frank, Renee


Kidnappers:
Kole, Riff, Alchemy, Shadow, Mycah, Daphne, Kachina, Paian, Amit, Benoni, Havard, Eclipse

Oftentimes, tracking down those of the Pokémon world that had already undergone their star-fueled evolution was an ordeal in and of itself. Others strode around in broad daylight under the cover of society, guarded by their mere presence which would surely not go unnoticed should they vanish without word. Conversely, the intelligence implemented through the forces tasked with kidnapping these anomalies seemed just as widespread… Some took the context of the abductions into account where others didn’t see a problem. All in all, perhaps it didn’t truly matter with the forces belonging to an underground group so vastly numbered, but with the clumsiness of some, the news was apt to spread like wildfire.

Aether was likely one of the easiest to locate, spending the grand majority -- if not all -- of his time around his haunt. So to speak. This did not, however, mean that he was also easy to capture. When threatened, many a pokémon could put on quite a show; when a pokémon felt others could be threatened, the damaged was capable of rising tenfold. The child was no lightweight, and the ghostly flames dancing about metallic limbs burned with an intensity of unrestrained, blind vengeance. This place was to be a sanctuary for those lost in the afterlife -- Team Rocket had no business being here, stirring up the fear in those that had been burdened with far more than they should have had to endure.

Fae kept her distance from the feud, huddled behind a blocky stone marker as she had been directed to do. She didn’t argue much, she was far too terrified to put up a fight on such a frontier. It didn’t matter that nobody else seemed to see her, the mere implications of what they were capable of had her cowering before a finger had ever lifted. She peered out from time to time to check on the progress, but she could hardly follow what was happening, her eyes darting from one unknown face to another in rapid succession. It wasn’t until one had appeared where they weren’t supposed to be did Fae’s attention hold, and she futilely called out the chandelure’s name through the scuffle.

He pivoted a little too late, struck at the back of the head from behind. The only way to take someone out that was in control of the area was to catch them off-guard.


“--and then you ramp off the road, to the right, coming up here in a mile or so. Near that hill in the distance, yeah, that’s where you’ll loop.”

Sticking more toward the shade perpetrated by the sparse tree coverage in the area, Jet was not in any mind to hurry toward his directed path. He was very stringent about keeping his pace as it was, the sighs of boredom coming more frequently through the earpiece he was currently equipped with. As if on cue, another exasperated grumble emerged from the tiny electronic, “Oh my goooood, Jet, will you hurry it up already? I’m going to die of boredom at this rate.”

A flicker of a smirk flashed across his face at the girl’s reply. He may have been unable to turn down this job that Wynter had arbitrarily tossed his way to complete, but the instructions were every bit as capable of being bent along the way. There was no reason to make things easier on her, after everything she had done to him, so he had to make every little ounce of retaliation count. Accursed angelic hex... “I thought we were getting there early, isn’t that what you said?” he taunted; she may have been able to hear and see everything, but it was a shot in the dark that she was privy to the wicked grin.

“I could at least leave you be for a bit to go get something to eat while you wait at the destination, though!” she snapped, air escaping in a huff as she fell back into her seat. Him and his stupid games… but then, she wasn’t really all that surprised. It was just another part in their never-ending game of one-upmanship. She saw this coming, in more ways than one. The giratina may have rolled his eyes at the mention of Wynter’s divination abilities (there were news reports already, who’s to say she didn’t hear something about it there?), but she had his power to use however she wished. After a pause, the girl began filling in more of the blanks, “They’re stationed all over, you know. You’ll start getting dangerously close to some of them in about a half hour.” She hesitated a moment, “Jet… be careful.”

He quirked an eyebrow as he flanked the hill, “What? Don’t tell me you’re actually worried now.”

“I am. You’re a menace when you aren’t careful. I’m not sending you in there to raise the body count, and I saw the look you gave when I mentioned you might have to improvise!”


A young child of a croagunk surveyed the storage area, holding quite the variety of already captured subjects of Team Rocket’s latest escapade. It was easy enough for her to keep her composure, grip tightened against the weight of trays and a slow pace toward the door as she took inventory of who all was locked up. It would only be a moment or two that she would be alone in here, and she wasn’t going to waste those minutes. Two… five poke-humans, twelve pokémon. Only one was…

“Daphne, you’re up. Don’t be dawdling, now!” a voice outside the room commanded, her limited time drawn to a close.

Hugging the empty trays closer, she returned with a quick, “Coming!” She had not yet been stationed a stable routine, but resources were wavering and the girl proved herself capable in an array of areas. While she mostly worked guard duty, quick reflex and intimidation allowing for the increased defensive purposes, she had also been out on the field once or twice, working to capture more samples. Only once had she fired a Poison Sting -- she was mainly present as backup.

Despite all stony outer appearances, she knew this was serious. However, she also knew that this effort went far beyond Team Rocket’s normal bout of kidnapping. They seemed more organized, more of a threat… and more of a reason to keep an eye on. Daphne’s trainer had no idea what was going on, and the croagunk preferred it to stay that way; he had his studies, and that was more than enough stress without having to worry about what dangers Daphne was getting into. No, she didn’t consider she may be in over her head here, just that it was possible she could do some good. Glancing back toward the cages briefly, she realized they were going to have to take one step back to move two steps forward. This was going to be one rough uphill battle...

Taking back her position on the outer wall after dropping off the trays, she kept all appearances up. Keep your friends close… and your enemies closer.


His eyes had remained trained on the dog tags wrapped around his wrist, the end weaving through his fingers as another member of Team Rocket had looked over the inscription on the surface. Everything was but a whirl of colors, the sights and sounds confusing but intriguing. This was not understanding, there was very little that resulted in true understanding, but learning was a stepping stone Mycah was glad to take. These men, though… their strange body language, the sounds that had come out of their mouths, were not something that he had recalled running into before. Was this a threat, or..?

“This serial number… you’re right, he’s one of ours. But…” the man’s face seemed to pale as he had turned to his accomplice, and Mycah tugged at the necklace a little in reaction, “… the location, it’s…”

“We’ll have to be careful how we use him. They’re known to have triggers, of those that have been found alive,” the older man had instructed cautiously, his knowing tone easing Mycah to a more relaxed state once again, “…Bring him along, but keep him away from the crates.”

The hybridized child didn’t comprehend any of that conversation any more than he did at the present time, being ushered hastily through a thicket. Perhaps there was really nothing that he was meant to gather from it after all. Verbal language sure was a weird thing, and there were so many different flavors of it…

Regardless, history didn’t matter so much compared to the current predicament. In the face of strife, he was quickly learning the proper response measures; this was apparently what the blades were there for. Block, counter, parry, attack… the harm was to make the fighting stop, was it not? To protect, he only knew to fight fire with fire.




(( If anyone would like for Mycah to have attack their character before capture, feel free to jump in there! x3 ))

It was quiet, too quiet. Tamotsu tossed and turned beneath a pile of blankets as he tried to fall asleep. But alas, sleep would not come. He groaned, and got to his feet, making his way through the dark to the ‘kitchen’ area. Perhaps a snack was in store. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a container of berries. “Mmm, these look good,” he said, taking off the lid.

Just then he heard the sound of a creaking floorboard. He stiffened, his eyes wide. Who would be here at this hour? He bit his lip, quietly shuffling over to the kitchen door and peering outside into the hallway. No one was there. He realized he had been holding his breath, and sighed.

“Was I imagining things? No one would come to the Shrine at this late hour anyway…right?” He was talking to himself.

Another creak, this time louder than before, had him on his toes once more.

“Wh-who’s there?” he called out, trying to sound brave. Was it an intruder? He had promised to take care of this Shrine, to protect it no matter the cost. So he headed in the direction the sound had come from.

“There he is!” whispered a stranger, clad in black with an ‘R’ emblem on their chest. They hid in the shadows, slowly following the Ninetails child. “Is everyone assembled?”

There was static, and a moment of silence, before there was a reply. “Yes, everyone is at their stations!”

“Then commence Plan A!”

“Rodger that!”

Suddenly, from above Tamotsu’s head, a ceiling panel moved and something dropped. It landed on his head and then hit the floor. “What? What was that?!” he cried, looking up. He could see someone’s eyes glowing in the darkness before the smoke bomb that had been tossed at him went off.

He began to cough, his eyes getting hazy. “N-no, this can’t be! I-…” But before he could finish his sentence, he was sound asleep.

There had been a lot of wandering lately, Angel had been searching for a new home, and had just about found a place, he was sure though he wasn't sure he was completely ready to leave behind all of those at the orphanage he'd known since he was a tiny Hawlucha. He still had attachments to the place and the pokemon residing there despite his changes, but he had been spending more and more time away from 'home', and today's excursion was turning out to be an interesting thing. He'd been settled up in a tree resting and eating a bit of lunch when he saw a dark van come into sight. Thinking nothing of it he returned to his food, it wasn't until he saw people wandering around suspiciously, taking up various posts of hiding that he began to pay better attention to things around him.

Angel leaned forward carefully, fingers curling around the thick branch he was laying on and watched the scene unfold beneath him, the interesting looking purple girl passing beneath his tree, the sun glinting off the strange crystals on her shoulders. With her was a young woman in her mid twenties and they were talking like old friends, Angel assumed it was the girls trainer, he could hear plans being made of some sort, though of what sort he couldn't tell. Suddenly the ones that had been hidden around the area popped up, various pokemon at their side. He swore he saw a Sandslash/Sandshrew in there somewhere, who was engaging the strange purple girl.

The woman was yelling to her, and he caught commands like "Ransom, use Focus Energy, followed by Ember!" he was right, that woman was the purple girl...no Ransom's trainer, and Ransom was standing between the woman and the various grunts. He wondered at the uniforms, and heard a yell of "You'll never best Team Rocket!" Who's Team Rocket? he'd never really heard of them before, but obviously they were up to no good!

He saw they were vastly out numbered and had been prepared to jump down and help out in some way, when the woman suddenly screamed, a Team Rocket grunt holding a knife to her throat, and ordered her to call off the girl. "Ransom... Ransom stop." "Sofya!" She took a step towards her trainer, holding her arm where she had a cut from battling the hybrid boy this entire time, only to stop as the knife pressed tighter. "If you value your trainers life, you'll stop fighting and come with us." "Ransom no! Don't listen to him! Run!" "I can't Sofya! I can't!" she didn't want her trainer hurt! Sofya cried out as Ransom was hit over the head with the but of a gun and collapsed to the ground. The same was done to Sofya, the woman left in a crumpled heap on the ground while Ransom was tied, arms behind her back and ankles secured together, before she was bagged and thrown into the back of a van.

The rest of the Team Rocket members who'd come out to help all piled into the van and it wasn't until they left that Angel jumped from the tree to check the woman, shaking her. Deep brown eyes opened, and stared up dazed. "Ransom!" she sat up too fast, nearly falling. "Careful. Your hurt. I'll try to find her, and save her. I'm Angel." "Sofya. Please... you have to help Ransom...she's everything to me." "I'll try, I promise." Angel took off at a run, wings flapping so he could catch up with the van.





Restless. He was very, very restless. There had been carnage at his hands, he was aware. Though thankfully he seemed to be doing better about going after more sentient beings. Not people, or other changed pokemon like himself. "Like myself....ain't no one like me out there..." No indeed, he was unaware of any other legendaries like himself. The wrong gender for the species, and Shadowed to boot. Not that he wished the shadow issue on anyone else. No this was a hell of a curse he knew. One he'd have given a lot to not have.

When the dark was in control though, he didn't care, and enjoyed the carnage and havoc he caused anywhere he went. It was only when he managed to wrest control from the beast that he hated what he was...and when this happened his mind always returned to one thing. One place. One person and he always started in that direction to get back to where he felt his heart pulling him...only to be side tracked. One step forward, three steps back. Every time. Still he finally made it and he hung around the fringes. Watching. Waiting.

Riley.

That smile. The blue skin. Those wide, caring eyes. The long golden hair. It was all imprinted in his mind as clear as the sky on a bright spring day. He felt at peace around the Riolu, and he wanted to see him. Hadn't seen him in some time. Since that day in the woods, when Riley had brought him clothes and all when he was freezing. He'd left not long after, feeling the dark side taking over and not wanting to risk harming him. He'd ran for Riley's life.

Now back here he waited for some sign of the Riolu boy...unaware of his changes. Unaware of his "kidnapping" it wasn't until he heard Thomas calling for Riley with concern that Iah began to worry himself. Had something happened to Riley? He knew the Riolu cared about his trainer and wouldn't simply take off without a word. He'd picked up that much from their interaction together. As he hid in the shadows watching and listening he thought back to the news program he'd seen just a few days before. Reports of widespread disappearances and kidnappings happening in broad daylight. Pokemon missing, poke-humans missing..and Iah's blood ran cold, then it began to boil.

After his own time in one of Team Rockets secret research facilities, after all they had put him through for years, causing his pure heart to become broken and fragmented turning his soul black as coal, with only occasional flecks of sun getting through, made worse after his transformation revealed that the 'female Cresselia' was really male all along... no he didn't wish a capture by them on anyone. Let alone Riley, and somehow he knew that's what had happened. Somehow, they'd gotten Riley.

Iah as Riley knew him was gone, and both the good and the bad had coalesced into one mind, bent on rescuing the Riolu, and anyone else that could be found along the way. He barely realized he was on the move though the ground sped beneath him as he left the area, skimming above the ground with sheer anger. "I'm coming Riley." the words were growled out in protective anger for his only friend.





"Now Alchemy, you'll have to be careful going after this one, he's not like any of the others we've grabbed so far for the doc. You're going after an adult human-like male Keldeo. We've read reports of his past exploits, even recently and he's no slouch." "You worry too much. I can handle myself and him just fine. But your concern is sweet." With a wink, Alchemy winked at the man. "Alright do your worst, remember you have to make it look believable." "Yeah I know Alchemy, just try not to burn my hand off or something huh?" "Mmm a little Fire Fang never hurt anyone." "Like hell you say!"

They were dealing with limited time. The Keldeo was due back this direction any time. They'd been keeping careful tabs of his comings and goings, watching him move between the small home he lived in on his own, and the house of what appeared to be his friends... a Sawsbuck male and some woman. The Sawsbuck if they could get him would be an added bonus, but a human legendary was worth a lot more to the doc.

That was why, knowing the Keldeo would be on his way back to his own home with groceries in hand was when they wanted to act. They were well out of sight and ear shot of homes, and Alchemy and the tall man were arguing, they looked for all intents and purposes like a normal human couple having an argument at the side of the road, though despite the height difference (she did dwarf the man by a few inches after all despite the considerable height!) he was 'gaining the upper hand' in this argument, a firm hand on her arm during their arguments, and it wasn't until the Keldeo was in sight he acted, striking Alchemy across the face with the back of his hand a bark of pain coming from her. "Harder you fool, break the skin." words barely hissed through gritted teeth and there was a hard fist to her face, that actually made her stagger and start to fall to her feet.

Noble coming up on the scene dropped his bags to the ground uncaring his eggs were likely broken now, and his bread squashed, despite that he needed the items he'd bought to make the dinner he'd invited Devin over for, and was instead running to break up the fight. He didn't care what the issue was, how dare he hit her, even if she looked like she could handle herself! He knew looks could be deceiving in such manners! Running up he extended his hand a burst of water spewing out and hitting the man in the side, pushing him away from the woman, he realized in his fleeting glimpse she was a Mega Houndoom, it was the first time he'd been near a Mega he realized, and focused on the man, eyes narrowed.

His color streaked read hair was pulled back into it's customary pony tail while he was out and about, his tail flicking in irritation in it's own bonds, staring the man down. He rushed at Noble, as if to get past him to the woman behind, only to be stopped by the Keldeo. Finding this avenue cut off, Noble was instead tackled him the ground, though it was clear Noble had the upper hand from the start, wrestling the man into submission on the ground, his hair and tail ties had snapped in the struggles, and Noble had a red mark on his face where he'd been punched, a bloody lip and nose from a second hit, and he spat to the side to get the taste of blood from his mouth. "Enough!"

He turned to glance over his shoulder at the woman a "Are you okay?" barely escaping him as he found a spray aimed at him and he immediately figured it would be mace, or even pepper spray, something that would blind. He was unprepared for it rendering him immobile a moment or two, staring up transfixed as he heard them talking. "Good hit, might actually leave a mark on me." "Thanks for not biting me. Now, lets get this Keldeo to the doc before anyone comes along." Noble was kicked over to his stomach by the man, a huff of air leaving him at the bruising of his ribs, and he felt strong ropes around his wrists, and more on his ankles, and his last coherent thought was of realizing he was being hogtied and hoisted over the womans shoulder like he weight nothing.

"Dev...." the Sawsbucks name died on his lips as he went limp and Alchemy smirked. "Even the mighty can fall. Lets get the hell out of here. We can come back for the Sawsbuck once we deliver the Keldeo. Bigger prize for this guy anyhow." "Too true." the grunt ran for the van that was hidden from sight and fired it up as Alchemy strode over to it and threw the Keldeo into a cage they'd readied in the back in preparation for their quarry. No sense in risking him escaping! She didn't even care when his head clanged against the bars. Good, it might knock him out longer! Slamming the van door shut and locking it she went around to the front and eased into the passenger seat. The only readily signs that anything had gone down was the groceries left forgotten, the busted hair ties, and the rapidly drying puddle of water on the ground. Though there was definitely scuffle marks, not to mention tire and shoe tracks along the ground as well.

It was on the drive back to base, that Alchemy spotted yet another and there was a low "No way..." a grin on her face. "s**t this'll be easy. We have a second cage in the back, and if you pull over I can grab that girl there. She looks part Suicuine!"

It didn't take long for Alchemy to jump put spray in hand, and aim it at Lucy to knock her out quicker than Noble had been. She didn't want to take the time for anything elaborate, and so a quick front on attack seemed for the best. The grunt with Alchemy would see to tying up their newest captive once she was knocked out. That was all that mattered.

Working with Sverre sort of turned into a game of 'not it' not long after he'd arrived in the facility. Unlike most of those that had been captured Sverre was rather feral, acting more like an Aerodactyl then a human, willing to bite, scratch, kick, and otherwise start trouble with those that came to run the tests. It didn't appear as though he had much in the way of language skills either, filling the silence with hissing and growling instead of words. That meant that the idea of just talking him into doing what he was told was out of the question. Those who tried seemed to be snapped at more then those who just went about trying to get the tests done in a quick and efficient manner instead... not that they were immune to his aggression.

What it quickly came down to was Sverre getting fitted with a collar and muzzle, something that helped to keep those attempting to work with him safe. At least safe from his sharp teeth that was, the Aerodactyl still presented many other problems that a mere collar wasn't going to fix. While t had been discussed it was decided that they couldn't very well knock him out since the drugs might effect the tests negatively or skew results. That meant keeping the Aerodactyl awake. Not the best situation but he was an interesting creature despite all the issues he presented. He was a Pokemon that wasn't around naturally anymore, one that had been given new life through science from a fossil. After that he'd somehow changed into a humanoid shape, and on top of that had somehow taken over a small island as his territory despite being unable to get off said island without Team Rocket's aid.

Everything about him, name included, was a mystery which was likely the only reason that his antics were being put up with. There were still many tests to go through, as well as a side project of trying to come up with some form of clothing that the beast would wear without protest. The latter of which was more for Team Rocket's sake then anything.

*****

Sverre was too heavy to fly, didn't know how to swim, and had never really shown any desire to leave the island that he lived on. It was for those reasons that Ramiel found himself rather perplexed as to where the Aerodactyl he kept an eye on had gotten himself off to. After a quick search of the island, the cave included, he found no sign of him... but there were signs of a fight. One that seemed to be quite violent between Sverre and an unknown force. It wasn't a fair fight, that much was certain, with Sverre being out numbered to a great degree. The fact that Sverre wasn't someone that would seek help meant he wouldn't try to call for Ramiel's help. The island was Sverre's territory so he wouldn't back down from the fight to protect it either.

"Damn it, Sverre, you're the master of making things difficult." He muttered to himself, stretching out his wings, giving a flap of his wings, to get into the air. Once there he set to looking around, following the the signs left behind by the fight, and where it seemed to have ended. The marks on the shore told him that there was a boat? Wait, had someone come here to capture the beastly Sverre? Why would they do that? Who, save for Ramiel, would want to try their hand at messing with the feral Aerodactyl? They might not even know what they were getting into... what if he used one of his moves on them? Shaking his head he muttered, "Time to find my pet and bring him home."

Such a pain, but given his position as a Legendary he couldn't really back down. He had to find Sverre, take him from whoever stole him, and then bring him back here where the Aerodactyl could continue to roam around happily. That in mind he set to flying, looking for any signs that might help him to find his missing pet.

*****

Things weren't exactly going well for a small, cute, shiny little joltik boy named Petaya at the moment. He had been out, minding his own business, seeking a source of electricity to charge himself up with and, as luck would have it, he had stumbled across some of it. A machine of some unknown origin was just sitting there, humming in an inviting manner, crackling with power, and it had caused his many purple eyes to go wide with delight. After a quick glance around he headed forward toward the strange device, circling around it, and then gave it a nudge with the toe of his boot.

It seemed to be rather safe and that had him squatting down, resting his hands on it, and he set to drawing forth. It was just as he was starting to drain the machine that it gave a buzzing sound before the thing burst, releasing a net that entangled the boy, as well as drew a surprised squeak sound from him. The little joltik boy gave off a Thunder Wave attack... but the net seemed to absorb the energy just as the shiny joltik had been doing a moment ago. It was obvious that electricity wasn't going to save him in this situation which caused him to instead set to flailing to get free of the net he was tangled in.

He was still struggling when he spotted men coming toward him, he was about to call out to them until he realized that their dark coats were marked with a large, red R. Most Pokemon knew what that meant, Team Rocket. It had him struggling that much harder against the net but despite all his attempts he wasn't able to get himself free of the net. Soon enough the pair of them were scooping Petaya up along with the net. He was given a shake to silence his protests, and they were off to who knew where...

*****

Noble was late. Devin had been expecting him some time ago and it was something that had the big sawsbuck fretting a bit. Did something come up? Did he get busy? Was he unable to come by today? Did he not want to come by? His mind was racing with various thoughts and worries, all of them surrounding the thought of the Keldeo that he so cared about. After doing a lot of pacing around in the kitchen, trying and failing to distract himself with making stew, he found himself getting banished from the house by Grannie. She told him to take a walk, to see if he could find Noble, and that once he did that he would feel better.

It was then that he headed out, heading down the path that would take him out of the little village he lived, and hopefully toward Noble... but instead of the Keldeo he found a mess from a tussle. As he looked the area over he felt his heart starting to thud in chest, fear filling him. Had Noble gotten into a battle with someone? It was possible, the handsome man was a legendary after all and therefore a temptation to dangerous people. There might even be other Pokemon that might want to go after him, dangerous types, dark and ghost types for instance. He didn't like the idea that someone had gone after and possibly hurt Noble. He meant to track them down, find Noble, and give those who had roughed him up a swift kick with one large hoof.

Giving a huffing sound he moved back toward home, needing to let his Grannie know what was going on. Once he'd gathered up some supplies, as well as his wood axe just in case, he was on his way to try to find the missing Noble.

Reshi, to say the least, was not amused. He remembered very little about his capture, other than being kicked in the stomach and dragged, and the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. Where the heck was he, other than stuck in a cage? The Reshiram rubbed his head, just as Doctor Murphy walked past, and squinted toward him. This guy... Radiated with evil. Just... NOPE. He inched himself toward the side, aiming to keep out of the doctor's gaze, and slumped, tired.

"What is this place...?" He grumbled, glancing around. "... I can't see any windows..."

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Like Reshi, Morgan was just as displeased, but perhaps more vocal about it. He'd started singing as soon as he had been captured and thrown into his cage, and his voice was a little more than disturbing. How dare they capture him and treat him like some common trash? He wasn't a Bidoof who could be caught and tossed about like a ragdoll! He was terrifying, formidable, and THE BEST MELOETTA IN EXISTENCE!

"Let me go, or you'll be sorry! I know how to make you crazy!" He screamed, slamming his hands against the bars. "I'll make you cry, I'll make you beg! I'll make you wish you'd never touched me! Let me go, let me go, or you'll be sorry!"

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Loki was used to Reshi going out on his own for long periods of time, espescially since the child had a cellphone. The shiny fox could go about his day, snuggle up to his girlfriend, and make dinner all while knowing that Reshi could be summoned just when he needed him. However, after ten missed calls and a frantic argument with Bellatrix, Loki found himself racing around looking for Reshi anyway. Where the hell was this kid? He'd bought him a cellphone so they could be in contact! Did Reshi think that he could just ignore him? The one who'd saved him on that mountain top and practically adopted him? It made his blood boil, honestly.

"Reshi! Where are you? It's time for supper!" He called, rushing along the path. "I swear, once I find you, I'm going to give you the worst telling off you've ever ha-"

CRUNCH

"W-wha?" He gasped, lifting up his foot to see what he'd stepped on. ... Reshi's cellphone? What was it doing here? He didn't drop it, did he? The Glaceon grimaced and took another look around, his eyes widening. Wait... Why were there feathers littered all over the ground? And was that blood? OH ARCEUS, RESHI HAD BEEN ATTACKED AND DRAGGED OFF SOMEWHERE! But, where and by what?

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Unlike Loki, Osha had some idea of where his brother was. He could hear Morgan screaming somewhere in the distance and making up a song about being captured. Osha wasn't all the concerned about this at first because he knew his younger brother liked to sing songs of a darker tune, but became alarmed when he realized that the song Morgan was singing was about him being captured at the current moment. Never-the-less, Osha skipped along the path and sang a song of his own, completely oblivious to what he was heading toward.

"I'm coming to get you, stay right there!" He cheered, only pausing to listen out for Morgan's voice. "Not that you can if you're in a cage! At least you're safe there, silly Morgan!"

From within one of the cells came a throaty shriek piercing enough to give chills to the most experienced of devils. It was pulled from the very depths of a desperate soul, whose body was contained in a straight jacket. When in her right state of mind the screamer was known as Edith, and upon first being placed in the underground prison the girl had been terrified. She had been deceived by one of her closest friends, who had promised her the world, but had delivered nothing more than nightmares.

Her left wing had been broken in the capture, which left it limp and useless on the ground beside her. This had eased some of the grunts' tension, though not by much. The feral way in which she had stared at them was nothing if not ominous. At first it had been an instinct born of fear, but as the hunger grew within Edith she had lost her way. Now was she was looking to any moving creature that came to her cell as one of two entities; those to be killed, and those to be devoured.

As of that moment the teenager was poised on the floor of her cell, wild eyes turned up to look at the grouping of figures before her. Wisely they were on the opposite side of the bars. A few of the members wore lab coats and murmured to one another, watching with keen interest as a grunt stepped up warily to the cell. As he dug around for his keys an associate readied a dart gun, poised and locked onto Edith.

He stepped into the little room with a shake in his step. The young man knew she watched his every move, but only the scientists were aware of what would come next. The grunt removed a Poke'ball from his belt and released it into the room, revealing a rather large Noctowl. Wary eyes barely had a chance to become aware of their surroundings when Edith attacked. The Noctowl screeched, flying high a split second before a pair of fangs would have snapped it up. She watched it with murder in her eyes, that same devilish shriek ripping from her very soul before two darts silenced Edith.

The now cursing grunt didn't wait for the teen to fall over before grabbing his flying partner and rushing out of the cell. Her door was hurriedly slammed shut, and with the addition of a few chains, locked.

Riff let out a low whistle as Grunt Thomas and his Noctowl disappeared from sight. He wasn't sure where the little worm was running off to, but he likely wouldn't return. Not if the growing stain on his crotch was anything to judge by.

"Excellent work, Riff," The chibi mawile grinned as one of the scientists slapped him on the back. "I knew sending you to work with Hewitt would pay off. You've brought us that Tyrunt, and now a Staravia with such...interesting abilities. Tell me, is it all Poke'mon or just-?"

"It's just her type. The rest are safe, so long as she isn't hungry, then she'll hurt you just for being in her way."

Riff had expected the news to terrify the scientists, but it only seemed to please them. The remaining Grunts were a little more cautious. They were noticeably stationed as far away from the cell as they could be, even with Edith out cold. Wusses. I've seen Chancey's with more moxy than them.

Capturing Edith hadn't been high on his priority list. At first, he had simply been tasked with creating a bond with the young Starly in the hopes of bringing that Tyrunt back into the fold. Of course, then he had found out about her demon cursed friend...Kole had been the real target. Riff would have been set for life by bringing him in, but then Edith had to play hero and mess herself up in the process. At the time Riff had been royally pissed; how was he supposed to sell a potion that she drank?! Then it all became clear.

If he couldn't sell the potion, then he could just sell the girl.

Riff had taken Edith with him on a not so routine delivery, whacked her over the head with a bat, put her in a Rocket van with the others and bam; instant pay off. "So, when can I expect my payment? Or am I supposed to work with her like I am with Kyllian?"

"You'll be payed when the job is done. Remember, Riff, that if you want to stay on the outside of these cells Giovanni needs to see how well you're progressing. You're quota has been...dangerously low lately. Two specimens?" The scientist clucked his tongue and motioned for the others to leave. "Hardly worth the trouble. The only reason the Staravia is here is because of YOU'RE mistake and the Tyrunt was Hewitt's pet to begin with. You've done good this time, but it's not enough to excuse you. We're onto something big, big enough to clear you for good. Stay until then and the reward will be worth it."

Riff wasn't entirely sure about that, but what choice did he have? If he ran they would slap him behind bars like the rest. Riff didn't do well in solitary; never had, never would. His life was pretty cushy and he intended to keep it that way. "Yeah, sure. I'm going to go top side and grab a bite, then I'll help with guard duty."

"A fine choice."







Edith has been selected for some extra tests, and Kole is the one who's being made to subdue her! What's her reaction to seeing him there, of all places, and helping Team Rocket? Does his presence calm her, and allow them to run the tests without harm to them (or possibly her?) or does it just piss her off and make her lash out more? Let us know!