Operation: Express Car; [train plot log]

[these_balls]

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 START

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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. ]]

Comments

[king-of-flames.livejournal.com]

You think you'll get the chance? Sky Uppercut!

[King charged in at full speed and threw a hefty uppercut at the Munchlax.]

[meatysoviet.livejournal.com]

[The Munchlax went with the hit, unable to do much to protect itself. It hit the floor with a thud, shakily getting to its feet and rather feebly restarting the manouvre.

The Russian however had let out his second pokémon, the bug type moving on the silent gestured suggestion of its owner towards the human combatant, it bladed arms raised ready to strike.]

Catherine, Fury swipes. NOW.

[king-of-flames.livejournal.com]

You keep making this easy for me! BLAZE KICK!

[And at this point, the Blaziken lets loose with a flaming kick.]

[meatysoviet.livejournal.com]

Allow me to make it harder then.

[The amount of luggage in the car makes it easy enough to pick up a decent sized suitcase and throw the item at the attacking Blaziken mid-strike, which is what the soviet does as the creature is distracted by his now hurting pokémon. His Munchlax takes the time his owner is using to try a metronome, the baby pokémon hoping it was something heal-orientated; This REALLY REALLY HURT.

The only thing that seemed to happen (as far as the Pokémon could notice) was that a pane of glass envisioned in front of it... Which, as far as it was concerned, didn't help the situation at all.

Metronome take two.]

[king-of-flames.livejournal.com]

[Roy instinctively raises his arms, though he doesn't get hit. There's an angry look on his face when he lowers them.]

You sure don't hesitate to play dirty, do you? Double Kick!

[At this point, King launches two consecutive kicks. Both are aimed at the Munchlax.]