route_1065 | 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 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.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

And you're my friend. I don't see any obligation anywhere.

[He looks away at that, scoffing, though mostly to cover up his embarrassment.] That sounds totally lame right now. Yeesh.

It's not lame, I'm being honest!

[ MEAN. ]

[Oh gosh, so bold about her feelings--- or something. It's still embarrassing.]

... I appreciate it.

I thought so! You've got to be more honest with yourself, Shishido.

Tch. I'm plenty honest, you're the one who needs a filter. [So laaaame.]

But it's not a bad thing to say what you feel, is it?

That ain't exactly what I said, right? [And before this conversation gets even more embarrassing.] Shit, they sure are taking their time examining.

[ Makoto glances at him thoughtfully, and anyone else, she'd move closer or hug or something. But this is Shishido, and Makoto knows boys-- having been raised as one for years. They express worry in different ways and they accept comfort differently, too.

In the end, she just ends up nudging him. ]

If they're as tough as you are, they'll be fine. And they've at least got to be at Hibiki's level.

[ never mind that Hibiki sprained her leg and Yayoi got poisoned and Makoto more or less had to be shooed out by the nurses. ]

[That earns a slightly confused look.]

Hibiki?

She's another one from 765 Pro, and she's not bad at fighting, either. But all the idols are pretty tough, actually!

[ a glance back at the direction of the Center; knowing Hibiki, she's probably still insisting to the nurse that she's fine. ]

What? Kung Fu is mandatory to idol training now or something? [That's... pretty interesting. Weird, but interesting.

Then again, it probably would help for action shows.]

No... my dad had me start taking lessons when I was younger, and Hibiki thought it was interesting, so I taught her a little.

Can't see anything wrong with that, at least. Glad to know your old man at least thought ya to defend yourself early.

[ she's pretty sure that it's more that he didn't want his child to have ANY SHRED OF GIRLINESS, but she only laughs weakly and nods. ]

It's come in handy keeping people safe, so I'm glad he did too!

Wakashi might wanna meetcha if he hasn't. You two could go sparring.

Wakashi? Another teammate?

That's right. He's the same year as Choutarou, and uses a pretty interesting tennis style.

Interesting? Like how?

[ what, she likes talking sports. ]

You're better off seeing it to understand it better. Besides, ain't sure if Wakashi's open to me telling everyone his style.

Then I should play a match with him!

You can try getting him to agree to a match. Guy's pretty tough on the court.

Isn't it more fun that way?

Heh.

Figured you'd say that. [Amusingly enough.] You can always meet him when you get back to Goldenrod.

Ehehe... I can't wait! It's been awhile since I've gotten to play sports.

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