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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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[[Kariya drops to his knees, gingerly trying to straighten Mika's legs. As he attends to her, something buzzes out from the shadows.
...it's his Silcoon, being carried by his Combee. Together, the pair buzz over to their master and float around him anxiously. As Kariya leans further down, a Caterpie darts out from his shirt, across his face, and down his back, while a Sewaddle crawls out from his sleeve, moving towards Mika.
He prefers not to keep his Pokemon in pokeballs.]]
What have you done?!
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You know that you can't ask that in all seriousness.
If you're going to engage someone in combat, particularly in such a dishonorable manner, you ought to be prepared to face the consequences of your actions.
[His tone remains even, but the look in his eyes is reproachful. Honestly...]
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[[Since Mika is very young, Kariya is able to pick her up with his weak body, Ruby the Combee aiding him in getting her onto his back. Even though she's just a baby, his legs still buckle slightly, but he remains standing.
He refuses to fall to the ground in front of this...this monster!
As he stands, two slender blue legs emerge from behind his head to pull the Scyther into a better position on his back; his Surskit, who had been sleeping on his back.
Under his clothes, of course. It's warmer and safer!]]
I'll take you to the centre....Joy will give me first preference, employee priviliges....!!
[[Kariya doesn't move to leave yet, however; he turns to Tokiomi and fixs him with a gaze composed of nothing but loathing.]]
Was Sakura not enough for you?!
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My priorities are given to removing the threat from this city. To ensure the safety of the girls, and those they travel with.
Heal your Pokémon, Kariya. I haven't the time to deal with you.
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Ensure the safety of the girls....ahaha, that's a good one....
[[Kariya starts to stagger away, then, in the direction of the Pokemon Centre, his flying Silcoon buzzing after him.]]
They'd be safer...without you around....
[[He turns a corner, and disappears, the scent of smoke trailing in his wake.]]