Spring Cleaning: the beast wakes;

[legendarybeasts]

Who: Suicune (legendarybeasts), Rocket operatives and bystanders in the area
Where: Route 7
When: May 8th, 8:30PM
Summary: Rockets capture Suicune.
Rating: PG-13
Log:

[It runs. The wind carries it, fog is its mantle, and the ground weeps dew at its passing. It has known only endless sleep for so long, and now, it has awakened to the scream of the grass and the clouds, knowing in its heart that the world's Order is not being kept. The Old One sleeps too, too deep, not watching, and then they all fell after it.

But then it heard whispers, up in its cold mountain hideaway where pure crystal water flows in trickling, shimmering rivulets. The water whispered to it, wake up wake up, I am hurt, and it did. Its brothers sleep still, their consciousness tickling at the back of its mind like a reassurance. It does not know what awaits, only that it must run, and seek, and destroy.]

Comments

[explosivecombat]

[That smile crossing his features seems to indicate a quiet sort of amusement.]

Not worshipped, yet part of the "natural order"...believe me, I understand.

[He doesn't seem inclined to elaborate.]

And once its capture is assured... [Because its capture will be assured; his tone is assertive, indicating there's no doubt in his mind.] ...will you have further need of my services, regarding my previous assignment?

[these_balls]

[She doesn't ask him to elaborate; she has little interest in his home world now, when she can practically feel Suicune in her grasp. His second question, however, makes her lips purse, and she taps her chin thoughtfully.]

Yes; the discs in Goldenrod, Violet and Ecruteak have been taken out, but we've still got three live, which means we need to keep them under wraps until the signal gets cut, which is scheduled for the eleventh.

[Of course, she has doubts that they'll be able to keep Suicune confined without its brethren noticing, but she doesn't tell Kimblee that, not when there's a chance she might be wrong.]

You don't have any objections, do you, Agent?

[explosivecombat]

[The less discussed about his home world the better, really.

As for these...ah, duties of his...the eleventh is horribly inconvenient, but at the same time, it gives him all the more reason to avoid Olivine City for that much longer. He knows Archer would be dragging him there in pursuit of those damn badges; he's not going near that city if it can be helped, if the current plague is still ongoing.]

Understood with no objections, Executive.

[these_balls]

Now that's more like it.

[SERIOUSLY, CAN SHE LIKE, CLONE KIMBLEE OR SOMETHING. SHE NEEDS MORE OF THIS AND LESS OF COBRA.]

Be ready to deploy shortly. I trust you're ready?

[explosivecombat]

[Well, part of the reason he was so well-liked in the military before he snapped was because he was talented with alchemy; part of it was because he was talented with kissing loads of ass.]

With all due respect, I wouldn't dare show my face in front of you now if I wasn't.

[these_balls]

[Kissing loads of ass is a good skill to have! Goodness knows nothing gets your farther than the old oil, in any line of work. He gets a tiny smile, half a smirk really, from his boss.]

Cute, Agent. Now, unless you have any more questions, I do believe we both have jobs to attend to.

[explosivecombat]

Thank you for your time, Executive; no further questions.

[...oh...god, you've gotten kittyface, Ariana.]