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

[these_balls]

The ol' gals have always been too trusting; it's the best and worst thing they've got going for them. [Having once been in Clive's shoes, as a paper-pusher for the Goldenrod PD (and a mole for the Team, of course), Petrel can sympathize.]

A shame they keep it in the family, isn't it? Work hard enough, you might make it to beat cop, but that's about it.

[vengefulyears]

I'd actually prefer remaining as a police assistant. It's easier to lay low this way, and it gives me easy access to all their records. It's the perfect job for a mole.

[After all, data entry is one of his duties. He won't be able to access their database so easily if he gets promoted to beat cop.]

[these_balls]

[Petrel's grin turns sharp, approving.]

Aha, now you're thinking smart, atta boy. And nobody's caught on that you're not native?

[vengefulyears]

Not in the slightest! I've even gone as far as speaking in a different accent when I'm with them.

[Because, well, he has yet to meet a Johto native that speaks in a British accent...]

[these_balls]

Good, good. Keep it up, then; you'll be heading for success. [He winks, clapping a hand on Clive's shoulder again, not unpleasantly.] I should head off, but first--wanna hear a pokemon joke, Agent?

[don't say yes, Clive.]

[vengefulyears]

[He smiles brightly.]

I'd love to hear one, Executive!

[The sad thing is he really isn't just saying that to be nice; Pokémon jokes/puns are Clive's guilty pleasure. Petrel should've heard all the Pokémon puns he and Malik were exchanging during the garbage truck mission...]