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route_10652012-05-05 09:10 pm
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Spring Cleaning: the log!
Who: Everyone!
Where: The six urban centers: Goldenrod, Olivine, Ecruteak, Violet, Saffron and Celadon, as well as outlying routes.
When: May 5-8
Summary: It's the Toxicalypse, and the Rockets are out to make a racket! Hide yo kids, hide yo wives, they lootin' errybody out here. The pokemon are between levels 5-95 as required, and include Grimer, Trubbish, Muk and Garbodor. NPC Rockets will probably be packing Skuntank and Weezing for lulz and grossness.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, swearing, the usual.
Log:
At 7:30AM on May 5th...
It can't be heard. It's one of those sounds, far out of range of human hearing; some pokemon might pick it up, if they have sensitive ears, but even to them it probably registers as little more than an unpleasant buzz. In fact, it doesn't even interrupt regular broadcasting; if you're on a route, the likelihood of noticing any sort of danger is slim. The effect in the urban areas, however, is instantaneous.
Letters have been flying to Gym leaders and mayors and other important people about the poor trash collecting job of the last few days; it seems the streets of Johto and Kanto have never seen this much garbage. The heat is stifling, oppressive, the rain of just yesterday pushing down the smog and the smell, trapping it low against the sizzling concrete. For the ecologically-conscious citizens of this world, who sort their trash into six neat piles, a harmful act against the environment like this is unthinkable, horrendous; it never occurs to them that it could be intentional, because honestly, what kind of monster would treat the habitat of pokémon so lightly?
Team Rocket, it seems, picks up quickly on new and different ways of thinking.
The devices whirr to life, beep and flash and pop open very lightly like waking insects. From them, a special radio wave is emitted; around them, the vast swaths of trash begin to move, and warp and dissolve into sludge and organs and joints. One Muk is two Muks, two is suddenly four, and then there is nothing but panic and rushing and the smell, the horrendous toxic smell.
Someone screams, and after that, chaos.
[[ooc notes: each sub-thread involves not only the individual locations, but also directly connected routes. For example, if you're on Route 34, feel free to use the Goldenrod thread.]]
Where: The six urban centers: Goldenrod, Olivine, Ecruteak, Violet, Saffron and Celadon, as well as outlying routes.
When: May 5-8
Summary: It's the Toxicalypse, and the Rockets are out to make a racket! Hide yo kids, hide yo wives, they lootin' errybody out here. The pokemon are between levels 5-95 as required, and include Grimer, Trubbish, Muk and Garbodor. NPC Rockets will probably be packing Skuntank and Weezing for lulz and grossness.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, swearing, the usual.
Log:
At 7:30AM on May 5th...
It can't be heard. It's one of those sounds, far out of range of human hearing; some pokemon might pick it up, if they have sensitive ears, but even to them it probably registers as little more than an unpleasant buzz. In fact, it doesn't even interrupt regular broadcasting; if you're on a route, the likelihood of noticing any sort of danger is slim. The effect in the urban areas, however, is instantaneous.
Letters have been flying to Gym leaders and mayors and other important people about the poor trash collecting job of the last few days; it seems the streets of Johto and Kanto have never seen this much garbage. The heat is stifling, oppressive, the rain of just yesterday pushing down the smog and the smell, trapping it low against the sizzling concrete. For the ecologically-conscious citizens of this world, who sort their trash into six neat piles, a harmful act against the environment like this is unthinkable, horrendous; it never occurs to them that it could be intentional, because honestly, what kind of monster would treat the habitat of pokémon so lightly?
Team Rocket, it seems, picks up quickly on new and different ways of thinking.
The devices whirr to life, beep and flash and pop open very lightly like waking insects. From them, a special radio wave is emitted; around them, the vast swaths of trash begin to move, and warp and dissolve into sludge and organs and joints. One Muk is two Muks, two is suddenly four, and then there is nothing but panic and rushing and the smell, the horrendous toxic smell.
Someone screams, and after that, chaos.
[[ooc notes: each sub-thread involves not only the individual locations, but also directly connected routes. For example, if you're on Route 34, feel free to use the Goldenrod thread.]]
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Dammit, what the hell is going on here!?
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Not even that large
mechaautomaton punching out the poison-type Pokemon. The said Pokemon's trainer is nearby.]No idea, but they're everywhere! [About that 'no one answers' part? The narration lied, as Atsuro give another order to his Golurk.] Unit 01, Mega Punch!
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[No, wait, it's size is too small for it to be one, so Shinn's going to just have his Pidgeotto fall back, while the robotic-like Pokémon takes care of things.
So.
Have another Golurk joining in the fray, courtesy of a transforming Ditto!]
There must be somewhere they're originating from!
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[That's an interesting phrase to say. Atsuro take note of it, as he keep an eye out for other poison type Pokemon.]
Well, before they suddenly appear, is there anything unusual? [Like what...the garbage?]
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[And Shinn's Ditto's going to use those Golurk arms to block from yet another assault!]
Besides the garbage truck running around... I don't think there's anything else of note.
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[If they're not so busy, Atsuro would be slowly fanboying.]
Garbage trucks... [Now that Shinn mentioned it, Atsuro looks back at the poison types that are still up. Argh, this smell.] Think they're related?
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[Ducking to avoid a Toxic attack from one of the Muk!]
Probably, want to check it out later?
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[Oh crap, a Sludge from another Muk!
HUSTLEAVOID.]Yeah. Maybe we'll find a clue there.
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[Well, now that the way's open...]
Then, let's get going!
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[And Atsuro starts to run, his Golurk following behind him.]
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When they arrived at the city, Atsuro quickly looks around for the garbage truck.]
Where is it...? [He reach for a Pokéball and let out his Fearow.] Vidofnir, search for a garage truck!
[Aye, aye! o7]
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[Roger that! o>]
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Did you see anything?
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[Dammit, and his Pidgeotto is not getting any results too.]
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[He looks up at his Fearow. No, no results so far.]
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[...This is getting frustrating, isn't it.]
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If they plan a large-scaled operation, they gotta make sure to cover their tracks very well.
[He glance up at the sky, in case his Fearow comes back.]
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[Like the Cobra Commander!]
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[And there's a shake of a head from his Pidgeotto.
Damn, no luck here either, huh?]
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There's gotta be other areas we haven't check.
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[Oh wait, he don't know his name.] Uh, what's your name so I know who to call?
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[Well, this... certainly is a way to get introduced.]
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