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.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 14, 2016 17:09:18 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]a little adderall never killed anyone; she feels like she could file the world as she completes the final promotion forms, slipping them under her superior's desk as she strolls down the HQ hallway, hands in her pockets, set on her next destination: right the fuck out of here. she's been in HQ three hours longer than she'd like to; the rest of Sinnoh was calling her, and so was that much-needed cigarette. Instead there's a block at the door in the form of a man-- security checks? looking at his phone? just being a general dick and standing in the way?
she doesn't bother considering the reason, instead shoving past with without so much as a second glance. he's probably just another grunt, after all.
"'scuse me."
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Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 14, 2016 18:06:04 GMT
An impulsive sigh escaped Adrien's lips as he looked down at his phone. Another day within Veilstone, although thankfully it wasn't another dour day at his desk. Instead there was another pressing matter to deal with. It seemed there was a rat amongst the Galactic ranks - - an occurrence which was infrequent but needed to be checked nonetheless.
After all, having data leak with Aster's plans closing in could be problematic.
And so he was assigned by the HQ doors alongside two grunts, his job was to only oversee the ongoing security checks. Nothing yet. Absent-mindedly the Arkwright male would take out his phone and begin checking from matters concerning bussiness...apart from indulging in other idle conversations.
And so, what he didn't notice was the stark-haired woman coming his direction. Only when she was close enough he'd look up, half expecting her to stop but nay, the girl would push past him in the most nonchalant manner possible. !?!
Inexcusable.
"Halt" Adrien spoke up crisply as a hand reached out infront to stop her in her tracks. Pocketing his phone, the silverette turned his full attention at the girl. Young and vaguely familiar, but definitely a new face around headquarters. He almost reminded her of... Tch. No, impossible.
"I'd prefer if you showed a little more respect, young lady," Spoken indifferently and with an undertone of authority. "Also.." He'd snap his fingers and a grunt would step forth with a tray, ready to frisk the greenette if deemed necessary.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 14, 2016 18:40:02 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]a grunt would come from her as she's stopped, finally glaring back at the older (maybe wiser) galactic as he issues his orders. her eyes have yet to meet his face, instead looking down as she pats her pockets with a shrug. "nah, why does it matter?" she didn't recall an order going out for suspicious items but then again, nobody ever seemed on sync in this damned group. it almost makes her miss the swift machine that was team rocket. eyes finally meet his and, while the full surprise doesn't show on her face, brows flicker up and she stares for longer than she has to.
then comes the grin.
"is that a mister arkwright, in the flesh?" she'd have more fun tormenting him than remembering this disgusting proposal their families made in what seems like a lifetime ago. "oh darling," she dares slide up against him, taking his hands into hers. "please forgive me for disappearing so suddenly!" she's being over dramatic, and loud. nikki fully realizes the position she's put herself in-- adrien's torment is worth the risk. besides, he'll have to save face. outing her would guarantee the exact opposite of a quiet life for him.
"i bet your mother has been worried sick! i should go to her. she'll miss me."
little mr. arkwright, all grown up as a criminal.
how disgustingly sweet.
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Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 14, 2016 19:50:20 GMT
The lengthy stare he received hadn't gone unnoticed although he ignored it casually accustomed to being stared at and scrutinized. "Yes, newly issued mandatory checks," He'd answer as he eyed the woman patting herself down. The greenette was a new face around here and despite her confident answer, he would notion the grunt to begin patting her down.
The grunt was about to until the girl spoke up. "Hm?" He'd lock eyes with hers, still unable to recognize her. And then she continued, spoke loud and hit every beat that made him turn paler and paler until realization struck.
Nicolette Silph. Daughter of Kanto's biggest companies and once upon a time his... Ugh, fiancée. How glad was he when she disappeared. That was one bullet he was fortunate enough to dodge. But why was she here? In Sinnoh?! And in Galactic?! If the Arkwrights got even a whiff of her presence here, well... Fuck.
"Ni-Nico-..." A murmur, his voice cracking slightly as shock befell him, before he quickly stopped himself and regained his composure. All eyes were on him, the grunts present in the hallway all too acustomed to the attention their superior received.
"I'm sorry. You have the wrong person, " He'd speak tight-lipped as he retracted his hand and then gestured towards the door. "You can go," Twas more of an order as he stepped away from the door and a unvoiced 'Get out'.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 14, 2016 20:56:01 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]"oh no no no, i'd recognize that handsome face anywhere!" she makes a grab for his cheek in an effort to pinch at it, despite their height difference. "why would you want to get rid of me?" she grins, throwing herself against him. "we were destined to be married after all; why would you run for your life with me, babe?"
the torment isn't going to end, not anytime soon. "i think i wanna stay for just a bit longer to play catch up!" she purrs, fingers traveling up his chest, free arm wrapping around his waist. the reaction was too priceless for her to just walk away from; she's going to milk every second of her time with him.
"whaddya say we consummate this marriage early, sweety-pie?"
evil.
merciless, ruthless, and having way too much fun. god knows nicolette had no intention to marry this man, let alone consider dating him, even if he did have the money she needed.
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Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 14, 2016 22:26:26 GMT
She could have just walked away and they could have settled this like adults. But nay, the bitch wanted to see him suffer. "Tch, get off," Adrien would take a step back and tilt his face away, for once a woman's touch had him shudder. He didn't have anything specifically against her, but ever since their engagement Adrien couldn't bring himself to see her as anything but extra baggage; A liability and a responsibility.
The silverette would shift uncomfortably when she leaned against his chest, a little pain from the healing ribs coursing up his torso. "Nicolette, please. Not here..." The man tried his hardest to keep his cool. By now he was fuming, the damage had been dealt and denying the fact that they were 'acquainted' seemed futile. Severe eyes look down at the wild girl - - how did the prim and proper lady Silph turn into...this?
Crimson irides flickered upward and at the mass of subordinates that were spectating expectantly. "Back to work!" A stern order that received a few sheepish smiles before a bunch dissappeared although the number of faced that still lingered was too many to quite down individually.
A sigh as eyes narrowed and refocused on the greenette. She was enjoying this, wasn't she? A pause as imaginary geared rotated, and then a smirk. "Haaah, guess you won't give up, will you?" Adrien's tone would suddenly take up a more casual intonation. "I'm sorry for trying to push you away..." He wasn't going to let her get away with this.
"Honey," Forgive me, Jason -- A mental note before a hand reached for the back of her head and roughly attempted to pull her forward and lock lips with hers, his free hand now restraining one wrist of hers. Deja vu. Hopefully there wasn't a cranidos included this time.
He heard a few 'oohs' and 'aahs', and a few cellphone cameras click. He didn't particularly feel anything as they locked lips but if it made her shut up, why not?
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 15, 2016 4:54:02 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]hearing her full name said out loud in such a punishing manner gives her a sick wave of nostalgia- she stares off, eyes dead as they stare back at Adrien. she's lost back in her own memory, small flashes of that same Nicolette ringing in her head. she finds that her grip on his loosens; his snap at the grunts down the hallway is the only thing to bring her back, better than ever. "heh," a snicker before he speaks to her again; eyes widen as lips lock, and he would find she tasted like weed and scotch. mixing her shit was a big no-no, and yet...
his plan fails.
the initial shock fades. she has no intention to let him win this as she pushes back against him, rougher, more passionate. if he were to pull away, adrien would see her shit-eating grin waiting for its next challenge. "better than before; ya' lost that old-school touch, huh?". boiling anger hides behind bemusement-- he'd pay for the kiss later; it wouldn't be enough repellent.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 15, 2016 6:54:38 GMT
Instead of the shock or digust Adrien had sought from her, Nicolette would push against his lips and lengthen the kiss -- the taste of drugs and liquor lingering on his lips for far more longer than he'd have liked. An odd predicament it was; part of him wanted to enjoy the kiss although he had to remind himself why he was doing this in the first place.
He wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of one-upping him again.
Biting on her lip and pushing back, the man would release her wrist and pull out his phone while his other hand slid down to her waist. Relying on muscle memory as one eye popped open, it wouldn't be long before a 'click' sound from his phone camera was heard.
Adrien would pull out of the kiss immediately after, momentarily losing his smile as eyes fell upon her obnoxious grin before reciprocating it. His hand retracted and he took a step back eyes glued on her visage only because he didn't want to meet anyone else's gaze. Not after that.
"Uh huh... Tell you what... " He'd absent-mindedly respond as he turned the phone screen towards her, a picture of them locking lips passionately now saved and backed up. He was careful as to not let her have it.
"Get out of here, stay away from me and the Arkwrights and...." The spy would turn the screen and inspect it for a moment before eyes flickered back to the woman, a mischievous glint apparent. "I'll pretend I never saw you. Unless you want this sent to Fernando," He was careful to keep his voice down and keep the phone away from her.
Despite the engagement that had gone down in flames, the Arkwrights and Silphs were still good friends. While he wasn't personally close to her older brother, he was informed well enough to know that this was perhaps the defense he needed.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 15, 2016 16:13:54 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]she can't react fast enough to get the camera away from him, and she certainly doesn't have the body mass to fight him for it. a joltik is released in her frustration. "cheatin' little cun--"
fernando.
she freezes, the sparking bug quickly returned as she takes a few steps back from it. nikki could burn that phone to a crisp in seconds with all four of her pokemon, but the fact that adrien even knows of her brother's existence or even, god forbid, whereabouts strikes a spear through her. she has nothing to say but her mind races-- does she kill adrien outright? what if he presses send before she can get to him? would it be safer to leave him alone? any boisterous, rowdy girl there before was replaced with the ghost of what the Silph used to be. She seems smaller, she fidgets with her own fingers, hell, she even tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "h-how do I know you won't send it anyway?" her voice is quiet; she's paranoid, eyeing the grunts who still linger at the end of the hallway.
the thought of killing him still lingers in her mind but.. it wouldn't work, would it? a man like adrien would have fast-spreading news of death, news that would eventually reach Kanto... and who would they blame?
she had encountered too many people, be seen too many places to lay completely low. while possible, it was far from desired.
"i-i'm sorry, sir."
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Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 16, 2016 17:56:31 GMT
The alabaster haired male's focus immediately shifted to the Joltik, eyes narrowing cautiously as a hand instinctively reached for the side of belt and for a pokeball. Unfortunately (although predictably) Nicolette had sent out a pokemon for reasons he knew all too well. Fortunately however, it was only a Joltik and not another behemoth out to rip him to shreds.
A wry smile enveloped Adrien's lips as he saw the woman wither down to a harmless child upon bringing her older sibling into the picture. He'd shrug his shoulders nonchalantly, knowing all too well that the tables had turned. "You'll have to trust me, Adrien Arkwright. Your superior," Whilst speaking in the most demeaning of tones, the man made it a point to stress on each word -- and hopefully sent his message across.
His hand would extend to tussle her hair. "Listen to me, be a good girl and maybe 'big brother' won't need to know. Mmm?" He'd grin and speak aloud, although despite the upper hand he currently held - - the man was ready to restrain her or bring forth a pokemon should the situation call for it.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 17, 2016 7:15:56 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"Ya, I'll trust the shit who thinks putting my life on th'line is a fuckin' game, all right," she snarls, sheepishness fading with anger. all she can do is glare at him, fists balled against her sides, body tense. eyes dart between him and the phone, once at the door. nicolette doesn't realize how close she's gotten to him; the joltik on her shoulder doesn't help her nerves. instead it invigorates her, makes her restless with every spark the thing gives off. "If I go down, you're coming with me, mister superior, Adrien Arkwright."
one final push for independence-- she aims to shove him, something to serve as distraction enough for the joltik to get onto the damned phone. nikki finds herself attempting to give his own bullshit back to him as fists ball up his shirt, using it as leverage to reach his lips. one little jump and legs would leave the ground, instead wrapping around his waste as the smaller girl clings to him, rough and relentless. compound eyes from the insect on her shoulder never leave the target, waiting for the perfect opportunity. the joltik's static courses through her, threatening to travel to the man she's embraced.
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Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 19, 2016 19:40:54 GMT
She snapped, her sudden outburst was unsurprising to say at the least. "Tch! Stupid girl," Adrien would grunt as he stumbled backward, the hand holding the phone outstretched high up and away from her. His other arm would quickly toss out a pokeball, dusknoir now present, although was utterly stumbled as to what he was summoned forth for. "Get that thing off me!" He'd speak in-between grunts as his hand went to grab her shoulder in an attempt to push her off him.
Eyes finally met hers, a fleeting moment of irritation expressed before his lips pulled taut into a wry grin. "You think this is a game, nicolette?" A mischievous glint flicked through his eyes as his thumb would quickly press down on the tactile screen. "Beep! Message Sent!"
A small mechanical voice would speak up. "Game over, Love," Eyes narrowed as they locked onto hers, the Dusknoir's fist radiating a dark pulse as it readied a shadow punch -- ready to slam it into either Nikki or her Joltik should the situation call for it.
The deed had been done, although unbeknownst to Adrien, due to the commotion and slip of a finger -- it wouldn't be sent to the intended recipient at 'F' but at a completely recipient a few letters down.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 20, 2016 16:12:19 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]The impressive ghost pokemon is quick to come between them, but the damage is done. the joltik wasn't fast enough, and the beep of the sent message sends a chill down her spine. "You shit.." she growls, quick to recall the bug pokemon. useless. she would have done a better job on her own; relying on the thing this early into its ownership had proved to be a fatal mistake. So her brother was coming. No big deal, she could handle it. Maybe? Nikki tries to push the uncertainty out of her mind, instead opting to reach for the loaded gun at her thigh-- only to be met with the thread of shadow punch.
can't smoke if your lungs are broken.
she's being forced to admit defeat, eyes flickering between adrien, his pokemon, and eventually the phone screen. eyes would light up--
"that's not a kanto number."
shoulders would straighten, grin would widen as she leans against the wall behind her. "but that was a pretty good bluff man, you had me goin', damn," she laughs, despite being furious with both herself and the silverette. "rich guys are always the fuckin slyest, huh? man, what a fuckin' trick." if not for the dusknoir, a bullet would have been through his skull by now.
"whadya have, some fake number set up to blackmail all the grunts?"
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Post by adrien arkwright on Jul 22, 2016 22:29:21 GMT
She growled. She hissed. She wanted him dead. Heh. Had he not had an image to uphold within these four walls, Adrien would have already busted out laughing. He'd recline his head and tilt it ever so slightly with a victorious smirk planted across his face.
"that's not a kanto number."
"Oh please," He'd shake his head, positive that he had sent it to Fernando. But as Nicolette continued he'd cock a brow -- now a bit unsure of himself. A pause; brows slightly knitting together at that statement. He'd bring down the phone and inspect the screen. Oh... That wasn't a Kanto number, indeed. Instead ---
His skin paled drastically as blank eyes read the name of recipient. Of all the people it had to go to a certain person at alphabet 'J', a certain jason day .
Well, fuck.
Of all the people it had to be him. The silverette had to muster it all to keep himself from showing any sort of disdain, panic or worry at that fuck up. Alas, she she kept talking.
Eyes shot back up at her, Adrien's words stiffer than usual. He'd extend a hand to grab her forearm as he roughly pulled her close to the door. "Listen, ten seconds if all you get," He'd whisper and a hand dug into his coat pocket as he cautiously examined the Joltik perched on her person.
"You like Electric types? Here," Pulling out a pokemon, the spy would pull out her hand and place it on her palm. "Keep the fake number a secret and scram, bitch." He couldn't help but grit his teeth as he spoke, half his mind elsewhere. "Now get the fuck out and don't show your face to me again" Adrien then backed away, snapped a finger and let the grunt take over seeing her exit the room.
The dusknoir by him sufficed as protection should she wish to try any more stunts out. Turning and walking away from her, he'd refocus on the phone and dial up his significant other's number. "..."
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