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.
[attr="class","LastCross"]olden eyes peer out toward the crowd now watching the farce unfold. his mask rests neatly on the glass table behind him beside a half full or perhaps half empty bottle of wine. The commotion below has distracted more than the majority of the events guards and so he's decided to remove the hideous attachment for the time being. His eyes move from face to face hidden in the darkness of the balcony disinterest plaguing his experession the events unfolding are distasteful, but still, he watches waiting for a conclusion to this affair. The night had been productive if nothing else Adrien's support in the upcoming days was confirmed and truly that was all he sought to do tonight. There were a few unexpected turns over the course of the evening but nothing that couldn't be handled.
Truly, the night had been a success for what little that really meant when the goal was something relatively easy to accomplish, all that was left was for the event to end so he could prepare further for the events to come. He takes a sip of his drink stepping towards the window now a single hand in his pocket. The green liquid remains completely still in his glass as he strides over the drink now reflecting the moon through the window pane. A door opens, but he doesn't turn he's by no means tense the pokemon hidden on his person were more than enough to handle any onlooker should the be deemed a threat. Still, he greets the guest to his corner of paradise.
"I can't say I was expecting a guest."
└ Tag: Victoria Trescott └ Notes: Drinking Wine on one of the balconys #nomask
Hey is it alright if I keep calling out your name?
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 15, 2016 21:43:32 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Absolutely moronic. This shame of a dance was an absolute joke to the frosty eyed woman who had come for the sole purpose of intrigue. Divulging herself in the manner of high society was not something that the woman was too fond of, the false pretense of prestige a rather amusing jest if she were to judge. There was always something vulgar to be seen when imbeciles attempted to hide behind guises and masks that would protect them from the prying eyes of judgmental stares as they acted out their whims with nary a care. Regardless it sufficed to say that the woman cared little for the farce below, for despite her efforts to justify her continued presence at this ball there was little to be gained from remaining in a room of stale impotence.
With that in mind the cyan haired mistress had stepped away from the dance floor and into the hidden alcoves of the contest hall. Having no patience to deal with those that believed in the joy that this evening was to have brought, she had deigned to escape lest she was overcome with the urge to... enlighten them. Maneuvering through the darkened corridors with brisk steps, the stiff sounds of her rapping heels against the tiled floor echoing among them, she would eventually approach what appeared to be an isolated room on the second level. Seeking the required respite from the idiocy she entered the room dauntlessly, not anticipating to be challenged upon entry.
Her icy gaze was cast upon the man that had greeted her, her stance and stature hardly affected by the newfound knowledge of the man's presence there. He wasn't wearing a mask and thus distinguishing his identity was but menial task for her, however there was a distinct indifference after doing so. There was no doubt he could do the same, Victoria haven't not bothered attempting to conceal her identity behind a facade from the start of the evening. Twas but a tactic for cowards and she was far from that. "Hmph," she scoffed in response as she closed the door behind her. Perhaps she should have settled to moving to a different room, however why would she cede to a man with but a title to his name?
Taking to claiming a seat across from the Galactic admin with a composure fit for a queen, she'd take the moment to spare a look towards the man in front of her. To ask for consent for something that did not belong to her was quite a ways far below her to bother, as were formalities that was apparent as she spoke. "Neither did I," brisk as it was callous, the voice of Victoria held an air demanding respect as she exchanged what mild pleasantries that were associated with initial greetings.
[attr="class","LastCross"]n eyebrow raises as she makes her way to the glass table, promptly making herself comfortable in one of the two chairs. "Aren't you brazen." His voice is challenging now as is the glint in his eye as he turns entirely. Aster glass in hand would make his way to the second of the two ornate chairs and taking a seat himself. "I've ruined grunts for less." there's no humor in his voice as he leans back in his chair. Only nuetrality is seen in his eyes, but dominance is portrayed in his position, the Admin's hand resting against his chin as he analyzes this woman. He wondered if this blue haired diva 'Trescott' would be able to entertain him.
He slides the bottle of green wine across the table, inviting the woman to his drink, "I'd offer aloud, but you don't seem to understand how to ask for permission." He's heard about her enough that warranted a look into her file. It was interesting if only for how blank it was. She'd been many places and gained her fair share of prestige across the world, but the details of her ventures were almost non-existent. The oddities of her file weren't enough to raise suspicions from the organization, but Aster had long since decided to keep an eye on the interesting recruit. That being said the woman had shown herself as more than competent and capable judging by how quickly she moved through the ranks.
He takes a sip of his drink eyes glazing over the rim of his glass for a moment. "It's said one of the greatest painters cut off his own ear enticed by this. Do you believe it?" If she was to stay then she'd at the very least converse with the admin. The woman's mysterious nature intrigued Aster for better or for worse, and so he'd test the waters. If she bored him then at least the woman would make for a distraction if nothing else.
└ Tag: Victoria Trescott └ Notes: Drinking Wine on one of the balconys #nomask
Hey is it alright if I keep calling out your name?
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 16, 2016 2:07:40 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
His comment meant nothing to her, the 'brazen' woman not bothering with a response to the apparent chiding of her current superior. She felt no need to explain nor justify herself before him, the thought of doing so not even crossing her mind as she made herself comfortable in the seat. His statement about ruining a grunt for less however did manage to spur an airy chuckle from her. Was that suppose to intimidate her? Scare her? She could have said the same truthfully, memories of her time in the coast guard flashing through her mind like lighting in a heavy storm. Each and every soul she had trained ever so diligently, every life that she had touched with her slender fingers; Victoria's hand reflexively twitched at the thought of it. It would have taken much more after what she had seen and gone through to have even matched the terror the man no doubt wished to induce. But perhaps he didn't know that... and why would he?
Regardless his display of dominance looked to be nothing more than a kitten pretending to take on the role of a lion. A cute sight that would have given her so much pleasure to snuff out at the heel of her boot. However this was neither the time nor place, nor was she in any position to do so given the circumstance. It would have not served her goals to do so and thus she exercised restraint. If her time at the coast guard had taught her anything, that skill was among the many that served her well. Regardless the woman would have taken to solely gazing at the moon in solitude and ignoring the superior in the room had it not been for the sound of glass skidding across the table capturing her attention. Snatching up the bottle of the green tinted alcohol before it would teeter off the edge, Victoria was made aware of the man's desired intentions despite the antagonistic approach.
Scoffing at the words, she'd glance in his direction before reaching for one of the reservoir glasses stacked neatly at the center of the table. "Why would I need to ask when I can simply claim it?" she retorted simply, the confidence cast in her tone matched her poise well as she poured the venomous drink into the cup to serve herself. The woman was not unfamiliar with the drink in her possession, recalling the debatable legality of the substance during her travels aboard her ship. Of course the dangers of such a thing never bothered her as she'd raise the glass in silent toast before mirroring the sip to her lips.
"After what I've seen tonight, I'd believe in the extent of anyone's idiocy." It was a statement made on behalf of the halfhearted question presented to her, stating truth in her assertion of the events that had unfolded before her. Of course Victoria was no stranger to witnessing the depravity of man in any regard, whether it be through intoxication or by the shattering of their wills. She had known that if given enough persuasion, one could easily be convinced to murder their firstborn child in cold blood. Thus imagining something as menial as self mutilation was but child's play that wouldn't even cause the woman to flinch as she'd take another sip of the absinthe after swishing around the glass. "But a drink can hardly be blamed for one's own personal flaws, no?"
[attr="class","LastCross"] short sigh escapes the dark-skinned man's lips as she speaks of the foolishness below. It was an annoyance even if it didn't concern him directly. When she spoke of the wine he'd raise an eyebrow, but still he'd remain silent a small smile growing as they continued sipping his wine ever so slowly. "I'm suprised that your not the cause of the chaos below."
"Still you're correct, no amount of drink, money or whatever else have you can truly be blamed for the weakness of one's spirit." He shrugs his gaze not once leaving the woman's across from him. "Even the mightiest of men, like our friend, the painter fell to weakness of the soul. After creating numerous works all of which were quickly recognized the man sought to cement his art further in history, and when he was unable pride overtook him. He'd reached what he thought was his peak and when he couldn't move any further he collapsed under the weight of his own ideals." Aster stops for a moment his eyes focused on what little remained in his glass judging by the tone the painter's plight could have appeared in the liquid itself before the admin continued. "The painter in all his foolishness, however, imparted a lesson to all mankind. 'Pride cometh before the fall' " His eyes move directly toward the woman as he speaks now.
"It's a lesson you'd do well to remember Victoria." A short laugh escapes his lips as he looks at the woman with the same contempt she'd shown in her own expression. "So what brought a woman of your particular nature out this evening? Spending your time dancing with the masses isn't time you'd consider well spent, so what exactly was your motive, I'm curious."
└ Tag: Victoria Trescott └ Notes: Drinking Wine on one of the balconys #nomask
Hey is it alright if I keep calling out your name?
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 16, 2016 15:13:22 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The woman shrugged her shoulders lightly at the assertion made against her, the idea of being the source of chaos admittedly not one she was a stranger to. She was no fool however the woman could hardly find the interest in entertaining whatever ideas that the man had about her. His idle ramblings were not ones she'd take to heart either despite listening to them and sparing a sliver of her attention towards it. "A reaching for the sun story, is it?" she'd ask halfheartedly, not desiring an answer rather than the admission of his own attempt at a rhetoric meant to lecture. It hardly felt deserved, the two having interacted for less than a few minutes and already had the man felt some authority to impart some unnecessary countenance of what was supposedly wisdom. Laughable. "Coming from a man who seeks to rebuild this world into a mold of their own ideal, no less."
That was about all the woman would spare in a response as she finished off the rest of her drink in a single swig, no fear in whatever repercussions there were in doing so. It was a mere observation on her part. Easily brushed off between a man and his ideals looking down upon a woman and her thoughts. Of course this knowledge were not ones that Victoria had not already known, having already acknowledged the extent a man had been able to fall. Pride was like an aged oak, having to be nurtured and grown into a tempered fortress for the ego... but of course the larger and taller the oak the much more satisfying it was to see it crumble to nothing but dust.
Lowering her now empty glass onto the table, she'd return a lackadaisical look to the Galactic admin. Oh how he looked so sure of himself as he made another assertion, again about her. Hardly having been in the region for more than a week and already she was being investigated, that much being shown in how much he claimed to know about her interests. "You assume you know anything about me or my interest? Intriguing." It wasn't an incorrect assumption, however she would make no indication of such as she spoke. She knew what he was asking but she hardly had the interest of answering unless it was necessary. Thus narrowing her icy gaze on the man, she would simply ask; "Is that an order or a request?"
[attr="class","LastCross"]his was by no means a battle of sex, nor was it a battle at all. If anything it was a test of the mind if only to ascertain the truth of an unknown regardless if it was an ally, an enemy, or an amalgamation of both. He only chuckles as she restates his own goals shifting forward ever so slightly. A king would never have to worry about things as trivial as the idea of the hypocrite, this was because the nature of a king's words were the truth and just by nature, that was what it meant to be king.
Aster finishes his drink as he watches the woman down the rest of her own glass. This conversation was quickly proving he was right to keep an eye on the icy haired woman that air of mystery that surrounded her only seemed to condense as they spoke. She without a doubt could become a boon or a threat if left alone. That being said, he needn't be concerned with everything the woman did only on her goals and her loyalties. With the coup coming in only days now Aster would leave nothing to fate only his calculations and mechaniations would determine the outcome of this movement; this meant accounting for everyone despite how miniscule or massive they may have been in the organization. Leaving works to fate was a stratgem of the weak and served as an excuse for those who couldn't garner control.
"I do." he speaks up with no hesitation. People aren't difficult to read Victoria, Not you and certainly not I. Any book can be read as long as one knows how to read. Despite how different the book is or how different we think it is." The man places the empty glass on the table now his features completely solemn. "People suffer and people succeed because, just like the artist we all want. If you understand that base you can break down any person, do you disagree?" He gestures with his hand offering a chance to disagree.
"It's an invitation. An invitation to test your loyalty to galactic, and an invitation to move you closer to what you desire."
└ Tag: Victoria Trescott └ Notes: Drinking Wine on one of the balconys #nomask
Hey is it alright if I keep calling out your name?
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 21, 2016 5:23:30 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
"Oho?" she'd coo at his assertion. That apparent ability that was to be able to read a person, man or woman, in some capacity was an amusing thought. However people by themselves were bland and weak, hardly holding any interest of the celeste haired woman. She could have debated his beliefs, stating there was more to determining the concept of suffering and success than root of one's desires. Of course desire was one aspect of a human psyche that was integral to one's will however there was far more when it came to the core of one's identity and purpose. But that was revealing too much, giving too much information away that she had cultivated after many years of labor. Glorious labor, mind you, filled with screams and lust among other things. Yet if any of them had given her the gratification necessary then she wouldn't have been here in this region.
But it was amusing nonetheless that he had assumed this much about her motives. That said if he had known so much, so proficient in reading her, then there would be no need for him to ask for her purpose at this ball. It was a trivial matter, far from anything of importance to the likes of Galactic rather than for her own motives, however if he was so insecure and distraught by them then perhaps this region was in more dire straits than she was led to believe. Allowing the pause to lapse away, she lowered her gaze to the conditions of her nails. He wouldn't even give a straight answer and at that the woman would scoff. "About loyalties is it?" A likely story. Like all things, it was more probable to be a self serving question at that.
The fact that this man believed she needed an invitation to exert her will was cute. A obvious indication man with high ambitions and with their own insecurities hidden among a closet full of skeletons. He was wrong in that respect of course and he should have known that from their brief minutes of interaction. Victoria cared little to be welcomed and offered things that she could simply claim with her own strength. Galactic was merely a means to and end. That was true for all its operatives to be sure, it was just that Victoria was more that some doe eyed preteen with some childish notion of a perfect ideal world. The woman wasn't amused at his chosen course of action however to comply meant that he would be given a sense of accomplishment. A false sense of power over her perhaps... but what was so wrong with that? Inflating an ego meant it was given more aptitude for a greater fall. "Information. The likes of which have not impressed."
Next thing she'd anticipate he'd ask was... well. Writing that would make it too easy.
"It most often is." He yawns leaning on his palm as the woman files her nails. Eyes remain focused as she gives her reason. The tension in the room is palpable now, the exhilaration he feels as they continue to play this game is second to none. The blue haired witch is nothing if not enticing, she was a beautiful demon garbed in pure white, a goddess and a monster whose aura dared to swallow him if he lost his control for even a second. He doesn't fear the woman clad in white, no Aster no longer fears anything this world had to offer, but the natural aura this woman exuded put him on edge, it's a feeling he hasn't experienced in years if that. He lacks control over her and while that fact alone made her dangerous he was sure hidden beneath her exterior was a number of other snakes the facets of her personality that could threaten him if he wasn't carefully. Still, while he lacked control over the woman she could still be his. Power, after all, didn't only lord over others it also served as a means to entice. The woman had come for information and hadn't gotten much of it seemingly to her dismay, and so on a whim, he offers his help.
"You've entertained me adequately." The king begins slowly, "What exactly do you care to know? I'll give you the answers you desire." He gestures a hand toward the icy-haired grunt a small smile growing. He spoke no lies any question the woman had he'd answer to the best of his abilities. It was the first step to bolstering some kind of alliance with the woman. He'd entice and consume in that order.
The anomaly Victoria Tresscot was a gem, and not once uncut either. She shone brighter than he could have asked for if used properly the woman could make waves in the region, the most dangerous aspect of this being she was acutely aware of her value. Seeing all this and more over the course of their conversation,he made an obvious decision. Aster would make this being an integral part of his force. She would alongside... no ahead of others would spearhead his plans for this inane illogical world.
"My query for you, however, is what does your ideal paradise look like?" He leans forward, still learning on his palm. "The goal of galactic is to recreate this universe and so I'm curious, what does a society, no a world under your heel look like Victoria?" Initially he believed this was a being who he needed to be eliminated, if necessary he'd even begun to organize a plan to do it in this very room, He's long since realized the foolishness in that idea. Letting someone of her caliber die a dog's death was purely a waste. The world he worked to create valued and would cultivate such intelligence. Thus this new desire grew in the galactic admin. The desire to make Victoria Trescott his, both in body and in mind.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 23, 2016 15:45:42 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
A yawn? He must be growing weary. Victoria could hardly blame him. After what she had witnessed tonight the incompetence of this region was enough to make anyone exhausted. It was no wonder that those in Galactic wished to reform the world and eradicate that aspect of mankind. Personally the woman found the concept laughable as there were easier ways to do such a thing; more entertaining and meticulous ways to be sure. Nevertheless the celeste haired woman scoffed at his assertion, narrowing her cold gaze once imparted with the opposite man's perception. Entertainment was she? A game perhaps? That was fair in some respects to test the waters as he so claimed and was quite an amusing concept if not below her.
The offer of imparting information however did raise a slender brow of the cruel temptress that was Victoria. "It sounds as if you misunderstood," she stated matter of factly as she lowered her half lidded gaze to a close. "The amount of information I've gathered is hardly inadequate, it simply fails to impress." Did he truly believe she was that inept to not have already acquired what she sought? Or a fool that relied on the charity of others to exemplify their own weakness? It was the same as questioning what she had sought here with the enticement of receiving that information as the lure. She needed none of that, the need to impart unnecessary knowledge a trifle. If she were to be a participant in this game then Victoria had no interest in making this a balanced one with an even playing field. No. This was going to be one that she would be the game master and be forever favored as long as she deemed such appropriate.
The swelling of the orchestrated melody entered the confines of their little secluded corner of the contest hall, doing its part in bring forth the awareness of the dubious woman towards the astral clock that was the crimson colored moon in the sky. "The evening is coming to a close," she'd conclude factually as she stood from her seat. The contrast of that hue in comparison to her azure irises perhaps made her stand out, look out of place in the light of a dreary night. It mattered little of course for staying was the last thing on the mind of such an aloof woman as was granting the false pretense of the necessity of assistance.
She was refusing the information that her current superior intended to impart to her, having no need for something so unscrupulous as a bias eye among her affairs. That said it was undeniable that the man before her was sinful, indulging in the pride of an admin with the greed of a lustful sloth. It was clear what he wanted. He wished for power - for power over her - as Victoria pondered his demand. He wanted to know what world that she wished for, no doubt seeking her purpose to earn favor. It would have been a lie to say she had none for as they had both established that everyone had a want, a desire they wished to fulfill, and to hide that would have made her a craven. Thus there was a chuckle, the echo of which was a sinister as the malevolent aura that encircled her form as she spoke. "A world that deigns to amuse me. Where I can get the satisfaction and pleasure that I crave."
Turning heel towards the doorway, she wouldn't wait to be dismissed - to be invited to leave as if she did not control her own choices. Victoria had her fill of the evening's festivities and with that final note she intended to gather her bearings and retire before the torrent of filth had been filed out with her. However on that note, she would give pause and voice a single statement, awaiting an answer as she stood by the exit of the room if he saw fit to answer before she grew bored. "Surely you have more important things to be doing than entertaining this ball."
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