WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
It was rare that John dressed properly - he wasn't too fond of a three piece suit but jobs were jobs. His shaggy mop of hair was groomed impeccably and pulled back into a small, low ponytail, tailcoat sweeping along behind him. He'd even worn his bandages to be less revealing. All in a day's work.
The rendezvous point was here. He adjusted his bolo tie and smoothed his hands through his hair. From his breast pocket, he retrieved a pocket watch. John's eyes wandered, watching the second hand tick and the satisfying twitch of the minute hand after watching the seconds pass. With every moment, he grew more irritable that the assigned subordinate hadn't arrived.
He'd write the nastiest review that would probably keep him as a lowly grunt for even longer. John drummed his fingers along the railing he stood by, waiting, waiting, waiting. Life was a goddamn waiting game. It was only when footsteps could be heard approaching did John look up. His companion for the night.
"Nice and early now, are we? I trust you know the requirements."
it was not like he meant to be late, it just happened. lost track of time and suddenly he might get punished; actually, correct that, he will get punished. the punishment would come later, for now, there was a mission.
dressed in a suit that he definitely could not afford liam made haste to the rendezvous point. even though he had been assigned to be someone's underling for the night he could not help but feel responsible for this mission. he felt like the outcome would in some way affect him. hopefully for the better.
"better late than never,"he spoke. he fidgeted around in his suit. this was his first time in a suit this fancy and it definitely showed. he felt uncomfortable, but hopefully it didn't show.
he nodded. the requirements were simple: infiltrate a party, locate a target, pickpocket the target. the object they needed to retrieve was a keycard of some sorts, but it was not like a grunt like him would know.
"let's go?" he asked, ready for some high-class mingling. he stared at the building with hints of worriedness and excitement.
[attr="class","smdtags"]@benji
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[attr="class","giveitlyric"]give it everything you've got
john didn't like to deal with the tardy. working solo was always better for that reason - he didn't have to be held down, and no one else had to be responsible for his actions. being a lone wolf was something much more preferable. but higher ups had stuck some snivelling newbie with him, and it was with great disdain that john had no choice but to take him on.
"hmm," he noted with indifference. maybe it would have been better if the guy hadn't come instead. a small pickpocketing mission wasn't a big deal to him. perhaps he would find his use when they were backed in a corner and one of them had to be fed to the dogs.
"don't fall behind now," he crooned, taking merry steps up into the lift lobby and watching the elevator rise up to the penthouses. his coattails swept behind him as he swaggered in with feigned confidence. "washington," he drawled in his poshest accent, sounding like an obnoxious rich snob. these clothes were beyond what he would have imagined himself wearing, "sinclair and company, right there."
he moved, gesturing for liam to follow along like some obedient puppy. john was taking in his surroundings. everything about the place screamed high class. john scooped a wine glass off a waitress and twirled it by the stem. "now, where is our guest of honour?"
[attr="class","smdbody"]it was clear from the get go that he was treated as being nothing more than a a mere recruit, a pawn, a puppy. he hated it. but there was nothing he could do. argue back? rebel? all of it would end up with him in trouble. so he endured on, hoping that one day the roles would be reversed.
he muffled a laughter when he heard john's accent. he was definitely not used to being around this crowd. he kept his mouth shut, not saying a word to anyone as he feared it might attract some unneeded attention.
he felt out of place. his hands found the comfort of his pockets as his eyes scanned the place. the guest of honour was supposedly an older gentleman, late fourties, black hair. the one bit of information they received was that he would be wearing a silver pin. soon enough his eyes locked onto a target.
he leaned over to john and whispered, "nine o'clock, by the bar." the man was by himself, stood facing the crowd with a glass of alcohol in his hand. liam wasn't sure what the man was doing but it was clear that the mission was easier than expected. all that was left was the simple pickpocketing.
"who's going to do it?" he asked.
[attr="class","smdtags"]@benji
[attr="class","smdlyrics"]strike
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[attr="class","giveitlyric"]give it everything you've got
john had to admit, he was entirely out of his element. but missions required him to put on a show, and like every job he had gotten, he intended to carry out his role to the utmost. things were not meant to be done half assedly. as much as he hated his work, he had some pride in his standards.
the surroundings were stifling, but john wanted to see this through. his eyes flicked towards nine o' clock, as liam had directed him to, and they promptly lit up when the prize came into view. john licked his lips, raising a hand to his mouth as he drummed his lower lip with interest. "well, he looks very lovely, don't you think so?" he grinned deviously.
contemplating their course of action, john crossed his arms. "i'll keep him talking and give you the opportunity." from what he had seen, liam wasn't a talker and had no dramatic flair for this sort of scene. no matter, he could handle that. distribution of labour was so very important, after all.
he stepped forward gallantly with his most charismatic smile, "mister carraway, yes? I've heard so very much about you. ah, washington sinclair, charmed. yes, the sinclair group, we handle fashion distribution for the top boutiques in hearthome city, so you have heard of us..."
john rattled away like a machinegun with the pleasantries. only once did he let his gaze wander to the black haired man in the crowd, waiting for him to make the move.
[attr="class","smdbody"]if it was up to him he would have done the mission differently. john went with the distract tactic, which wasn't bad, it was just inefficient. he would've done the simple and efficient contact tactic; accidentally bump into the target and pickpocket. but he was fine with doing it this way too.
he watched as john strolled his way over to the man, striking up a conversation that was enough to keep the man occupied. once john shot a glance back at him he slowly moved towards the bar. once at the bar he placed one arm on it and leaned against it. his eyes wandered to the man standing next to him.
he could hear the pleasantries that were being exchanged. just like before it almost made him laugh. posh people had a different attitude to them that almost make him cringe.
sparing one last look around him he decided that it was safe for him to attempt a pickpocket. his hand slowly moved over and reached into the man's back pocket, swiftly pulling out his wallet. with the area still safe he opened the wallet and flicked through the contents.
but there was no keycard.
it must be in the other pocket, liam thought. without a second thought he tried to place the wallet back into the man's pocket, but he must've been too quick. the man swiftly turned to meet liam. 'what are you doing?'
shit. he did not know what to do.
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[attr="class","smdlyrics"]strike
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his patience was wearing thin. john wished the newbie would be quicker with his moves. it was quickly becoming apparent that the conversation was leading nowhere, and there was only so much bullshit he could spout from his mouth before he ran out.
"--of course, it's all the boom right now in hoenn with their contest spectaculars, but don't you think the contest scene could use an update? i'm thinking a combination of the latest recording techniques from kalos and with our group's influence over the fashion sphere..." he rambled, hungering for some sort of positive response from the other company's representative. talks about collaboration and the industry were great and all, but john hoped his partner for the mission wasn't spacing out somewhere else.
he saw him moving in. all according to plan - or so he thought - he studied liam's expression for some sort of indication of whether the deed was done. their target turned, and in that moment, john felt his heart sink. they'd gone and fucked it up now.
"yes, what the hell are you doing?" he chimed in like a parrot, moving past their target and standing defensively over the man. with a sleight of hand, he dipped his hand into the man's other pocket and slipped the prize into his pocket. "do you have business with us?" john sneered, spying the wallet in liam's hand.
"who let this petty thief in?" john snapped, looking at their target. "i'll have him shown out, don't you worry sir. i bet that suit was stolen as well." he carried a look of disgust as bouncers appeared to escort liam out. john carried a stern expression on his face, as though telling him, i'll be done soon.
he was true to his word. after about half an hour of sealing future collaborations with him - collaborations that would never see the light of day, john strolled out of the building and meeting the night's cool breeze tickling his face. he waved the card between his fingers before tossing it at liam. "don't go losing it now. let's get out of here."
[attr="class","smdbody"]had john not intervened he probably would have punched the guy and make a break for it. not like he would have gotten far, there was security at almost every corner. luckily his partner took the initiative and improvised.
"n-no business, the man just dropped his wallet," he made an excuse. it didn't matter much as not long after bouncers started to show up. they grabbed him by his arms and promptly dragged him out. he gave one last look at john and somewhat understood his stern expression. he went calmly with the bouncers.
once out of the building he released a sigh of relief and leaned against the building, waiting patiently for john to finish up. it took him thirty minutes, which was much longer than liam had anticipated.
his eyes followed the moments of the card, catching it and sloppily placing it in a pocket. "about time. did you enjoy your conversation with the snob?" he asked.
he nodded. they needed to get back to the hideout to deliver the package. they made their way back by foot, careful not to attract any unnecessary attention. but once they were in the hideout his hand reached for the keycard.
but there was nothing there.
confused and worried his hands desperately dug into each and every pocket he had; all of them turned up nothing. he shut his eyes for a moment as if to prepare himself for what's to come.
"i've lost it."
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[attr="class","smdlyrics"]strike
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"i'll have you know that we're in talks for future collaborations," john boasted with a triumphant smirk as he coolly began to walk, pulling his hair out the ponytail. most of the slick wax he had put into his hair to keep it tidy was keeping it in place even as the wind ruffled it. he liked his bangs messy and unkempt, so missions where he had to groom himself were a goddamn chore.
john was feeling chatty. "he was a nice enough guy. wouldn't have minded spending a night with him, really." he shrugged. then again, he said that about any other person who could spare him the company. lonesomeness was an occupational hazard.
the duo slipped into the shadows from where they emerged from. clad in full black, john opened his palm, ready to deposit the stolen artefact into galactic's database for the hackers to pry apart. he waited, but nothing dropped into his palm. and then he heard those dastardly three words from liam's mouth and his blood ran cold.
"come again?" john asked, voice sickly sweet. he leaned into liam personal space. there was no light in his eyes. without warning, his fist connected with the other's face, fully intent on sending him reeling. "i didn't quite catch that," john repeated, looking darkly at liam. "you lost the goods?"
lips pulled into a thin line, john awaited the answer, but his heart was sinking fast as he searched for some sort of answer to their current dilemma. how the fuck were they going to explain a botched mission? the answer was fairly simple, in his eyes. john simply hadn't failed, but rather, liam did.
[attr="class","smdbody"]half of him had expected a punch, but the other half told him he deserved it. so he stayed put and took the punch, the man's fist strong enough to make liam stumble to the side. he caught his balance and luckily did not fall. one hand reached up to grab his aching jaw.
"i--" he froze. he did not know what to say to get him out of trouble, or if there was even anything he could say. so he was stuck with a decision to make; accept the beating and move on, or retaliate.
the second choice would bring consequences much bigger than a mere beating. he had just got into galactic and did not want to get kicked out now. so he put on a brave face and stared the man in the eyes.
"i've lost it," he repeated. his lower lip was cut from the punch and was bleeding. it slowly dripped. liam stood there practically with open arms and waited for the beating.
"what are you going to do?" he asked.
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