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Operation: Express Car; [train plot log]
Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
Where: Goldenrod City, the Magnet Train, Saffron City.
When: November 23rd, 11AM-5PM
Summary: Heist on the Magnet Train!
Rating: Might go up to PG-13, possibly R if exceptional violence of swearing occurs.
Log:
They've spent the last few days preparing. He wasn't sure at first, how this was going to turn out, but the Team is confident. They are confident and now he, Archer, is also confident. He has no reason to expect failure; he tells himself, even if they fail, this will cement them back in the public eye. A threat again. It makes his collar hot to think.
He reviews the plans again, Petrel's notes and schematics, engineering details. Phase 2 will be the most delicate, but he's confident in the abilities of the recruits. The aliens, the outsiders, are strange, but useful. They have skills no other Grunt would possess. Archer recognizes he has been given a tool, and only a fool would fail to use it.
At 9:30AM on November 23rd, Archer sends a message through the Rocket Network. It is short, and simple, and jubilant.
Operation: Express Car
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It's a nice day out, considering. Cold, yes, but the kind of cold that buries itself deep in the lungs and blows the mind into crisp clarity. Cheeks are red, movements brisk to retain heat, and around Goldenrod's white-dusted Magnet Train station, the energy is thick enough to taste. People in their thick winter coats press together, some alone, some with families and friends, most with their trusted pokémon. The larger creatures are returned to their balls, tragically fated to miss the voyage, while smaller breeds are held in their trainers' arms or scurrying around their ankles.
The station attendants are supervising while customers pass through, touching the microchipped Rail Pass to the card readers and moving in slow, sluggish trails through the gates. There is no shoving; the atmosphere seems too cheery for it, excitement manifesting in the form of loud, vigorous conversation. The train itself is gloriously slick, smooth and polished as a new bullet or a freshly-minted coin, humming with power. We ask our passengers to please mind their electric-types, reminds the stationmaster over the PA, as we seek to avoid any trouble or inconvenience during the ride.
Once you've passed the gate, find a seat and stow away your luggage. Relax, unwind; it's a long six hours ahead.
[[ ooc:I kindly ask that players please DO NOT POST until all the subthreads have been made. Thank you!
GO FOR IT! Remeber to tag yourselves in!
NOTE: YOU CAN NPC ROCKETS IF YOU CAN'T NAB A PC ROCKET FOR PLOTTY FUNTIEMS. ]]
Where: Goldenrod City, the Magnet Train, Saffron City.
When: November 23rd, 11AM-5PM
Summary: Heist on the Magnet Train!
Rating: Might go up to PG-13, possibly R if exceptional violence of swearing occurs.
Log:
They've spent the last few days preparing. He wasn't sure at first, how this was going to turn out, but the Team is confident. They are confident and now he, Archer, is also confident. He has no reason to expect failure; he tells himself, even if they fail, this will cement them back in the public eye. A threat again. It makes his collar hot to think.
He reviews the plans again, Petrel's notes and schematics, engineering details. Phase 2 will be the most delicate, but he's confident in the abilities of the recruits. The aliens, the outsiders, are strange, but useful. They have skills no other Grunt would possess. Archer recognizes he has been given a tool, and only a fool would fail to use it.
At 9:30AM on November 23rd, Archer sends a message through the Rocket Network. It is short, and simple, and jubilant.
It's a nice day out, considering. Cold, yes, but the kind of cold that buries itself deep in the lungs and blows the mind into crisp clarity. Cheeks are red, movements brisk to retain heat, and around Goldenrod's white-dusted Magnet Train station, the energy is thick enough to taste. People in their thick winter coats press together, some alone, some with families and friends, most with their trusted pokémon. The larger creatures are returned to their balls, tragically fated to miss the voyage, while smaller breeds are held in their trainers' arms or scurrying around their ankles.
The station attendants are supervising while customers pass through, touching the microchipped Rail Pass to the card readers and moving in slow, sluggish trails through the gates. There is no shoving; the atmosphere seems too cheery for it, excitement manifesting in the form of loud, vigorous conversation. The train itself is gloriously slick, smooth and polished as a new bullet or a freshly-minted coin, humming with power. We ask our passengers to please mind their electric-types, reminds the stationmaster over the PA, as we seek to avoid any trouble or inconvenience during the ride.
Once you've passed the gate, find a seat and stow away your luggage. Relax, unwind; it's a long six hours ahead.
[[ ooc:
GO FOR IT! Remeber to tag yourselves in!
NOTE: YOU CAN NPC ROCKETS IF YOU CAN'T NAB A PC ROCKET FOR PLOTTY FUNTIEMS. ]]
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Gorthan!
[She runs past the seats and her own Pokemon so she can get a better look at him - is he harmed? Did those Rockets pick on him?]
Thank goodness you're all right! Don't you worry, we'll have these awful Rockets off the train no time. Just stay with me, and my Pokemon and I will protect you.
[That's right - she hasn't caught on to which side he plays for.]
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Disregarding that, Minnie's innocence is making Gorthan's heart melt. Which serves as the ultimate proof that he does, indeed, rather deep down, have a heart. He already knows he'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, but for the moment his countenance remains unaltered, though he lowers his voice to whisper in Minnie's ear.]
... Actually, I believe I am better qualified to protect you. Just stay out of trouble. Why did you take your Pokémon out? Now they know you are carrying some.
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[Alas, she still hasn't caught on to exactly why he's trying to give her advice. After all, he's her friend! He's a good guy! Someone like him would never side with the Rockets.]
I may not have my most powerful ones with me, but they still pack a punch. I won't let them hurt anyone or take anything. Maybe we can work together to drive them out!
[She lightly tugs on his arms, trying to get him into the spirit of justice. With true friendship, nothing could defeat them. And he was going to help her, right? He was going to stand by her side and defeat the darkness, right?]
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... trust. Courage. Hope. Tenderness. Friendship. And selfless, heartfelt, unconditional love.
All concepts that are still so alien to him, all concepts that his mutation has allowed him to brush with his fingertips, but that he, he is sure, will never truly possess, like Earthlings do.
And the worst thing is that his past holds memories that he can compare this moment to. People in whose eyes trust and hope had glimmered as they shook Gorthan's hand, one moment before a single buzzing beam from his EvronGun took away their power to be sentient, turning them into Cool Flames.
"Why waste breath?", he had said then.
Well, why waste it now?]
Minnie...
[After all, he'd better not. Because said breath is quickly running in short supply, as something starts welling up underneath Gorthan's eyes - they'd better not be tears, what if they're seen? By the time he's ready to speak, all that is left in his lungs is a weak, shaky whisper.]
... I'm with them.
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No. No. Surely... she heard wrong.]
... With... them?
[Maybe he means a different them. Like, the next seat over, or with certain friends, or with the police, or, or, anything that could be not with the Rockets. The blood drains from her face a little, though her mind still hasn't - still won't - fully accept this. She heard wrong. He spoke wrong. Surely. Truly.]
You... don't mean that, do you?
[Children and innocent people are in danger. He wouldn't do that. He's playing a very sick joke on her and maybe they'll all have a good laugh later.]
No, of course you don't... You wouldn't! Y-You're much better than that. Now, why... why don't you just stand back, and I'll take care of this matter!
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[He closes his eyes for a moment - he finds that he can't stand to see her like that - and clears his throat. He's still whispering to Minnie, but his tone is somewhat harsher now.]
... Please don't make a scene. Don't draw attention to us. Just recall your Pokémon discreetly. It's the only way you'll be safe.
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... Are they... making you do this?
[Because that's the only logical conclusion she can reach right now.]
I'll help you! You don't have to obey them!
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I consented to this of my own free will. I promise I'll eventually explain why.
Again, please recall your Pokémon.
[Dear Evron, he'll never forgive himself if she is harmed.]
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[She can't think of a good reason for that explanation. The smile finally fades away, and she pulls back, staring at him.]
... There... there is a bomb on this train! Look around you! There are children! These people are innocent! If you want to understand emotions... then look where you are! People are scared!
[So's she. And there may be hints of tears in her eyes.]
I will not recall my Pokemon! I will do what's right - I will protect my friends!
[Which she thought he was. Her breath hitches and she turns away from him.]
... Either leave me or stop me. [She grabs another Pokeball from her belt.] Because I will not back down.
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I know! I know there's a bomb! I set it up!
And... [His tone softens for a moment then.] I know you're scared. [Because that's the idea.] That's why this is no time to play hero, Minnie! You have already lost! Just surrender, and you won't be harmed!
... Because if you're harmed... I could never live with that!
That's why I refuse to fight you, Minnie.
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... I'm not playing. I will defend those I love. If you really and honestly cared about my well-being... you would have never done this.
[That said, she begins heading back down the aisle, ready to fight whoever comes her way. And to get her butt kicked by Ivan.]
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[He realizes it's too late now. And that realization will result in one last, frustrated shout as he stays behind.]
Well! Don't say I didn't warn you.