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ROCKET SHENANIGANS AHOY

Who: Clive Dove (

vengefulyears), Jean Descole (

scientificflair), Solf J. Kimblee (

explosivecombat), Frank Archer (

determinator), Wheatley (

brilliantideas), Dr. Kato (

artfuldestruction), and Marceline (

stolemyfries)
Where: Goldenrod City - Rocket HQ
When: April 13th - April 18th
Summary: After waking up from his unusually long canon update coma, Clive needs to get away from Layton and Luke for a while, so what better place to go than the Rocket base? Since he'll be having quite a few interactions with fellow Rocket members, I've decided to put it all in one log to spare the comm from spam.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Log:

[Clive suddenly finds himself awakening in his hotel room in Goldenrod, much to his frustration and confusion. He was in London just a moment ago, about to finally exact his revenge against Bill Hawks and the scientists that ruined his life... Had it all just been a dream?

He notices his PokéGear sitting on the night stand, so he picks it up and checks the date. April 13th. Clive doesn't remember exactly what date it was when he was last conscious in Johto, but it was definitely sometime near the end of March, so it's safe to say at this point that he was in a coma. He's heard about people mysteriously falling into comas and returning to their worlds during that time, so it all really was real. Layton seeing through his disguise, revealing the future London to be a fake... And the opportunity had finally come, after years of waiting, to wreak havoc upon London and give them all the "justice" they deserved, but nope, Johto had to go and be a fucking cocktease and pull him back before that could happen. To say he's mad would be an understatement.

There's no way he can face Layton or Luke right now. Just... no, it'd be too much for him to handle. They've been in Johto this whole time, they still don't have any idea about Clive's true identity or any of that. It's just too infuriating to deal with right now.

Fortunately, it seems that neither of them are around right now, so now would be the perfect time to hightail it out of here and to a place where neither of them will ever find him. So Clive grabs his things and makes his way toward the Rocket base.]

(( I'll be making separate threads for each of the characters, so just tag your respective thread! ))

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[After he makes it inside the base and tosses his bag in his room, Clive just lets his legs carry him wherever they feel like going. Graphically violent thoughts are swirling through his head right now, so he's not being particularly attentive as to where he's going. He just... he really needs to let out all this anger somehow. If he can't destroy London, perhaps he can destroy something else instead...

He snaps out of his thoughts long enough to notice that the door to the lab is right there. It's highly unlikely that he can recreate another giant robot all by himself, but he could make something small and simple, like explosives... Yes, that should be a decent substitute.

Clive opens the door to the lab, really hoping that there's no one else in there right now.]

[...well, unfortunately, Clive, it seems that all of Johto really likes conspiring against you, as you aren't getting any alone time right now. Admittedly, it's better than it could have been, as there's been an influx of new recruits to this division since you've been gone - there have been at least three of the new things running around, two men and a woman, and none of them are particularly pleasant company; it's probably fortunate, then, that Descole is currently the only other person in the lab.

He's a bit jumpier than usual when he hears someone coming in; he relaxes quickly enough, though, and it's something that really can be chalked up to simple startling caused by not expecting someone to come in right now. He actually doesn't seem displeased to see Clive, though he isn't overly pleased, either; Clive will pretty much be receiving the usual amount of smirking douchery, really.]

Well, don't you seem like a man on a mission.

[Well, Clive supposes it could be worse. He doesn't really appreciate the snide comment from Descole right now, but he has enough self-control to realize that snapping at him isn't really going to make anything better. Although he does end up shutting the door more forcefully than he had intended.

He tries to mask his seething rage at the world with a smile, though it's rather fake, and the look in his eyes isn't anywhere near as calm and pleasant as it usually is.]

I suppose you could say that.

[And he goes to start gathering the materials he needs. It should be pretty obvious from the materials he's gathering that he intends to make explosives.]

[...oh, no you don't. He's dealt with enough idiots with bombs in the last few weeks - ]

And what sort of mission are you on, exactly?

[Oh boy, here we go. Clive just can't hold in all this crazy anymore.]

I just... I need to destroy something. Something big. Like a building, or maybe an entire city, or an entire region!

[He lets out a rather disturbing laugh.]

Yes, that would just be fantastic! To watch all of Johto become engulfed in flames, to listen to the desperate screams and cries of its panicking citizens... Doesn't it sound just wonderful?

[PLEASE SAY NO]

[...wow, uh. That...

...you know, there really is no response to this that isn't slapping Clive and telling him to pull himself together, man. However, if he tries that and you manage to deflect it somehow, that is going to result in what is at best a bitchslap battle in the lab, and at worst a bitchslap battle in the lab that will end in something being destroyed in a rather spectacular manner.

Descole's hand twitches a good amount as a result - he really wants to slap you, Clive - but he will refrain for now.]

Will you calm yourself down? I don't know what just happened in your head, but believe it or not, there are a few things that running around burning everyone won't solve.

[He reaches out a bit, toying with one of the instruments on the counter he's been standing at; it's nothing that he can really use to defend himself, nor is it even anything particularly useful at all - it's just something for his hands to do.]

Tell me what this is. What happened.

[Fortunately, Descole's words seemed to have stopped Clive from spiraling even further out of control. He realizes that what he said... really was not smart at all, and there's no way he can just say that nothing's wrong because that would be the most obvious, pathetic excuse of a lie ever. At this point, the only option he has is to come completely clean. ...Well, there are probably worse people he could be confessing to.]

All right, but before I get into any of that, I have a confession to make.

[He sits on the edge of the nearby table and looks straight at Descole. There's a brief moment of hesitation before he speaks again.]

I'm not Luke. This whole "future Luke" thing is just a ruse meant to fool the professor and the real Luke for the sake of a large-scale plot to bring justice upon the city of London.

[Of course, when he says "justice" he means trashing the fuck out of it.]

My real name is Clive Dove.

[He's going to give Descole a moment to let that all sink in before he explains any further.]

...Clive, then...

[The name sounds a bit strange when said, but he can get used to it; he spends another moment in silence once it's out there, continuing to toy with his small bit of metallic whatnot before he asks about one of the more...obviously out-of-place pieces of all that.]

Well, I really only have your earlier raving to go off of, but by "justice", I assume you mean you were going to do something a bit...unorthodox?

Probably more than a bit, but yes. I must warn you, though, it's a rather long story. Do you really want to hear it?

[In all blunt honesty? No. But at this point, it's more a matter of keeping Clive from deciding to do something stupid and blow everyone to kingdom come.

...not like he'll be doing much of that with the explosives he has access to, but Descole doesn't doubt that he'll at least give it the old college try.]

I have time.

[And then Clive tells Descole everything; about the failed time machine experiment ten years ago, how the prime minister used his power to completely cover up the incident, how he got a job as a newspaper reporter to use their resources to figure out what really happened, how he teamed up with Dimitri and constructed a faux future London underneath the real London and kidnapped scientists to help him build a huge weapon of mass destruction (and let Dimitri have some of the scientists for his silly little time machine, of course), how he summoned Layton and Luke to the faux future London to fulfill Dimitri's plan, Clive assuming the role of future Luke while Dimitri was future Layton... all that good stuff. He also explains how he was first brought to Johto while he was waiting for Layton and Luke to arrive at their first meeting place, then sometime last month he fell into a coma and went back to London and the Layton there eventually found him out and he was just about to destroy London and all that.]

But then, right at the crucial moment, I suddenly found myself waking up here. It's just so infuriating! I've waited years to finally get back at the people who ruined my life as well as the lives of countless others, but Johto took it all away from me just like that! It just... it feels like I'll never be able to win.

[Silence. He's done now, really.]

[...that's...

Well, to be perfectly frank, that's completely insane, Clive, but Descole knows better than to say that flat-out; he isn't going to be nearly that full-on after being told anything like this.

All right. Let's. Try to deal with this. Sympathy isn't exactly Descole's strong suit, but...]

How many people know about this - have you told anyone else?

You're the only one who knows now. The Layton and Luke here are still completely clueless as to my true identity, so I've been keeping up the charade for everyone else as well so word doesn't get back to them.

[Which begs the following question.]

...You won't tell them, will you?

[Because, needless to say, if Descole intends on telling them everything, this is going to have a very violent ending. Even if he were to promise to keep his mouth shut, then go and tell them everything behind Clive's back, it would be extremely easy for Clive to figure out where they got that information from, since Descole is now the only person in Johto/Kanto who knows any of this.]

[That question is greeted with the most dismissive handwave in the world, though Descole's tone is anything but flippant.]

As far as I'm concerned, unless you choose to render it such, this is really none of their business, Clive. They'll find out whenever they go back, assuming they eventually do; if it isn't their time to know, then I'm certainly not going to tell them.

[Clive looks visibly relieved as he says that. He was worried at first that Descole would screw him over, but it seems he's more trustworthy than Clive gave him credit for. Assuming that he's not lying through his teeth, but Clive doesn't have any reason to doubt him at the moment.]

That's good to hear.

[.....what is he supposed to say now... This is the first time Clive has ever opened up to anyone like this before, and Descole is literally the last person he ever thought he'd be opening up to. So this is....

kind of

awkward

He looks around the room for a moment, just so he doesn't have to look at Descole during this moment of awkward. But thankfully, he manages to say something before this silence gets too long.]

...Um... thank you for listening. I didn't mean to take up so much of your time.

[Feeling much more relaxed now than when he first got here, Clive passes through the common area on his way out of his room to another area in the base. But as he passes through, he notices a familiar face nearby. Yup, no doubt about it, that's Kimblee over there. It's a bit of a surprise since this is the first time Clive has ever seen the man in person, and it's been quite a while since the last time they spoke. Or, at least to Clive it has, since he doesn't know yet that Kimblee is the anonymous Team Rocket member he spoke with a while back.

Since he isn't feeling completely terrible right now, Clive decides to go over and talk to him.]

Ah, Mister Kimblee! It's good to finally meet you in person.

[Clive's back in the lab today, testing out a batch of explosives that he just finished making. It's a good thing that there's a little area set up for that purpose, since testing them outside probably wouldn't be a good idea...

The tests seem to be going well, as the sound of multiple explosions can be heard from coming in the lab. Clive is quite pleased with how they turned out, and it's certainly doing wonders for his mental state right now, so the explosions are probably going to keep coming for a while now.]

[Oh shit, something exploded. Who let Kimblee train that Electrode in the base anyway...?]

[A quick survey reveals that it's not Kimblee, and that instead someone else is working on explosives in the lab. Interesting. Archer's been fascinated with explosions since he ended up stuck with a (rather useless) alchemist quite some time ago. Kimbley - the version he knew back home - eventually made up for it.]

[The one he knows here is much more useful despite the lack of alchemy.]

[Anyway, Archer enters the lab and watches Clive for a moment before speaking.]

That's certainly impressive. You're creating these on your own? You're using chemical reactions, correct?

[Kimblee had mentioned something about kinetic energy, but that was only because of his alchemy, right? Archer doesn't pretend to understand how these things work.]

[Upon hearing the other man's voice, Clive stops, a bit startled at first because he didn't even hear Archer coming in, but he quickly regains his composure and turns to face the man.]

Yes, that's correct. Is there another way to make them?

[No really, this is a genuine question. It's kind of neat to learn how things work in other worlds, assuming that this man is from a world different from his own.]

[Pretty much the same deal here, though Clive isn't actively using the explosives right now. He's just working on making more and trying to find ways to improve them. His workspace is completely cluttered with materials and lab instruments and whatnot, and sitting at the end of the table is a pile of completed explosives.]

[Wheatley likes to explore the labs when he's not outside. Of course he found GLaDOS down here recently so he's been a bit more hesitant about just waltzing into the rooms like he owns the place. However, the young man currently working in the lab has caught his interest. He hasn't seen this one before in the labs!]

[So you don't mind if he lets himself in and approaches, right? He's carrying his Woobat despite the fact that the Pokémon can obviously fly.]

Ah, you're a new face here! Have you just arrived here?

[No, if you had, you'd probably be freaking out more, right?]

What are you working on?

[Clive looks up from his work to acknowledge the man and give him a friendly smile.]

Just putting together some explosives. And no, I'm not actually new here; Johto suddenly decided that I needed a three week nap, so that may be why you haven't seen me before. I just woke back up a few days ago.

Oh! Oh my. Well that's certainly something isn't it? A three week nap. Goodness.

[Wheatley tips his head a bit, shifting his weight to the point where he nearly falls over trying to get a look at what you're working on.]

Explosives, you said? What are you planning on doing with those? Oh, could you perhaps wire a Pokémon to it - use it as a bomber? Though I believe I've heard about Pokémon learning to explode on their own, so I suppose that's a bit useless...

[You don't mind if Wheatley comes closer to examine your work, right? He doesn't know much about explosives, but he's curious!]

[Clive's just walking past the lab (without the intention to go in, for once), minding his own business, when he suddenly hears an explosion coming from inside. He stops immediately and looks over at the door, wondering what that could have been. Clive was in there testing explosives the other day, himself, so it could've just been something like that, or maybe an experiment went horribly wrong...

Well, whatever it is, he's just gonna poke his head in now and make sure everything's okay in here.]

[[When Clive sticks his head into the lab, he'll see a green-haired man in a lab coat laughing in a manner that is....probably not quite as sane as it should be.]]

Magnificent!! Now, let's try-

[[....or, let's not. He'll turn when he sees the head out of the corner of his eye, light flashing across his mask.]]

Ah, I hope my art didn't disturb you.

[Oh, good, it really was just a test. Clive steps further into the lab now.]

Oh, no, not at all! I just wanted to make sure no one was hurt in here.

You needn't worry! All my experiments are perfectly safe.

[[....for humans. We won't mention pokemon.]]

Do you have an interest in explosives?

While I have a preference for colossal robots, I certainly do have an appreciation for explosives, yes.

Robots, hm? Useful things, robots.

[[He's not the biggest fan, but he can appreciate why a person would like them.]]

Not quite as beautiful as an explosion, however. For isn't that the purest form of art; destruction?

Well, with the proper equipment, you can build a robot that is capable of causing explosions. Those are my favorites.

[This is the strangest conversation ever but w/e]

[[Oh Clive, if only you knew...]]

A man after my own heart, then.

Perhaps you could assist me some time. I always welcome new inspiration.

I'll think about it.

[He extends a hand for a handshake.]

My name is Luke Triton, by the way.

[[And Kato doesn't hesitate in offering his own, smiling slightly at the exchange.]]

How nice to make your acquaintance, Luke. Have you been a Rocket member for a while?

Yes, since November. I take it you're one of the newer members?

[He probably would have met Kato before if he had been around for a while.]

[Clive's on his way to the training area to get his Pokémon's daily level-ups in when he spots a familiar figure approaching. It's been months since he last saw the girl, but he still remembers her very well. He's glad to see that she's still in Johto.

Once the distance between them decreases a little more, he speaks up.]

Hey, long time no see!

[She glances up at the somewhat familiar voice, and breaks into a smile.]

Hey you. Long time for sure. Where ya been?

Oh, just keeping up with my Rocket duties, doing a little bit of traveling... I plan on sticking around in Goldenrod for a while longer, though.

And what have you been up to?

This and that. Rocket duties have me crazybusy. It's hard finding rare high leveled Pokémon in this area. Plus I've been working in the radio tower for some dough. [She pushes her hair back over her shoulder. Work and more work is exhausting.]

I want to get out and travel a bit myself. I haven't really explored this place much. Where've you gone to? Any good recs?

Not that many places, really... Just Saffron City, Ecruteak City, and I went on a camping trip to Ilex Forest a little while back. Saffron isn't all that exciting apart from the fact that it has two Gyms, although Ecruteak is quite nice; it resembles a traditional Japanese town, and it has two towers and a nearby cave to explore. Ilex Forest, however, I wouldn't recommend if you aren't fond of bugs, but it is the quickest way to get to Azalea from here if you're going for the badges.

I'm thinking about heading over to the Safari Zone next, but I'll probably do that in another month or two.

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