I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

[these_balls]

Who: Everybody on the Magnet Train + Anyone who wants to help evacuate said train!
Where: The Magnet Train!
When: April 26th!
Summary: Train robberies, Pokemon battles, and electrical fires!
Rating: If it goes higher than PG, I'll edit!
Log:

If it weren't for the heightened security while boarding, the passengers today might not have noticed any real difference between today's trip and any other trip taken by the Magnet Train. Sure the staff seem to be a little on edge, but there's about the same number of passengers as always, and they don't really seem all that concerned with the broadcasted threat. And about five, five and a half hours into the train ride, nothing really seems to have happened. Maybe the thieves were just full of hot air?

Or not since around this time the train starts slowing down before reaching a complete stop. If anybody takes a quick look outside, it'll show that the train's definitely not in Goldenrod yet. If it wasn't clear that something's wrong, a few moments after the train stops, there's a voice over the PA system that's definitely not the conductor's.

“Attention, passengers, this train is under our control now and if you don't want there to be any...accidents, you'll do as we say. In other words, stay seated if you know what's good for you.”

By now some of the NPC passengers are starting to look worried. Not all of them though. Maybe they know something the others don't?

“Now then. In a few minutes, some friends of ours are going to make their way through the cars. They'll be asking for a few things, and it's in your best interests to hand them over.”

With that, the train's speaker system clicks off.


{OOC: While the subthreads for the battles and fire are intended for the people already on the train, the subthread for evacuating the train can be tagged by anyone that would've flown out to help with the stranded train!}

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BATTLING THE BURGLARS

[these_balls]

After the PA system clicks over, in each car, a few people stand up. Some of them might be staff, some of them might be passengers, but given the smug expressions on their faces, they're in on what's going on here. Each one's carrying a rather large empty duffel bag, and will be proceeding down the aisle asking people to hand over their Pokeballs and any other valuable items they might have. It's pretty clear that they're not expecting much of a fight from the locals, so maybe someone else will try and put a stop to this horrible heist?

{OOC: For those battling, just tag in refusing to hand your stuff over and we'll go from there!}

[fourwayconnection]

[Surrender? Sorry, I think you mean "suddenly vault up and aim a kick right at a Rocket Grunt's face" in true shounen fashion.]

[Because that's definitely what Kirikou is doing, the tiny Houndour puppy on the seat besides him yapping up a fuss.]]

Are you kidding me?! No way am I giving in to losers like you! This is my team and you aren't laying your hands on any of them!

[soundmind]

[Whoa--this kid's nuts--oh wait, he's got somebody with him standing up and grabbing a Pokeball from her belt, a growling Houndoom already at her side.]

Kirikou, they've got Pokemon with them, if they're going to try and rob us we'll just knock them and their team out.

[Though if they try to physically grab anything from her, she's going to punch and Kali's going to bite.]

[whos_that]

[Here's what the train robbers were prepared for.
-Taking over the train
-Taking everyone's stuff
-Leaving

At no point is get kicked in the face on the list, so that grunt's getting kicked right in the face and falling back into one of the chairs.]

Argh, that hurt, you brat!

[He's about to retaliate, but he notices Maka. And getting into a 2 on 1 fight's not really something he wants to do. Unless it was two Rockets against one punk kid.]

Hey, help me out with this one!

[And there's another Grunt behind them now. Two on two's much better odds.]

Re: BATTLING THE BURGLARS

[falseshore]

[Sorry dude, you picked a bad person to attempt to steal from, considering how attached this guy is to his team and how he feels about someone just casually handing it over.

That said, his response is to stand up and confront the would-be thief. Hopefully being tall and relatively muscular is intimidating enough.]

How about you get out of here before I kick your ass?

[His Noctowl hops onto the seat he vacated, but does nothing for the moment.]

[whos_that]

[Okay, hang on. He's not actually sure what to say here. They weren't expecting anyone to stand up to them, so he's sort of at a loss what to say. Though if he thinks back to his years of Team Rocket Grunt training, he's pretty sure the standard reply is...]

Yeah, you and what army, punk?

[Nailed it.]

Why don't you just sit back down and have over your stuff before somebody gets hurt?

[falseshore]

[Wow, this grunt is like a broken record. Evan could probably punch him out if he hit right, but his comrades will probably come to provide backup, and Evan only has 6 Pokémon with him, one of which is more likely to cause more chaos.]

I could take you on myself, but-- [He produces a ball from his pocket, taking a second to release the Zoroark inside, who flexes his claws.] --he's gonna help.

[cantgofast]

[Sonic thought that doing some more exploring in this new world would do him some good. He finally realized he had money and came to the decision that it was time to relocate after being stuck in one area for so long. It's too bad he picked a day like today... Or was it?]

[He hadn't picked up on the strange tension on the train, as he was lost in his own thoughts, staring out the window he sat next to for the entire ride.]

[However, when the train stopped, his eyebrows furrowed. He expected to see a town when they stopped. Sure as heck wasn't there now. Moving his eyes away from the window, Sonic frowned as he listened to the commotion from other passengers. Their confused conversations confirmed that this was wrong.]

[The PA went off and made it's little threats to everyone on board. There was a mixture of nervousness and anger from other riders. Can't say Sonic wasn't a bit mad too but that didn't stop a cocky smirk from creasing on his face.]

Finally! Some action!

[He thought he'd never kick bad guy butt again! Before the speakers had turned off, Sonic was already out in the aisles, looking for trouble. He wasn't about to let some small fries terrorize the innocent.]

Alright, which one of you wise guys thought it'd be funny to pull this little prank?

[whos_that]

I'd be less worried about who planned this and more worried about handing over your stuff before something happens to you.

[The Grunt proceeds to...or attempts to menacingly shake the empty bag at Sonic. If it's even possibly to menacingly shake a bag at someone anyway.]

So why don't you be a good little robbery victim and hand your belongings over? Before I have to take them from you.

[cantgofast]

[Sonic couldn't help but laugh.]

PFF get a load of this guy!

[After yukking it up, Sonic crossed his arms, his grin growing bigger.]

Sorry, small-time. I don't think that's gonna happen.

But I would love to see you try!

[islandshore]

[Duffel bags? Orders to hand over his Pokémon? There's no doubt about it, then; this is a Rocket operation.

Well, Riku suspected there'd be some action sooner or later. If nothing else, this'll help whip him into shape.

So, smirking, Riku slides out of his seat and shakes his head. His Weavile hops down next to him and flexes his claws.]

You really think that's gonna work? Sorry, but if you're really that desperate, you're gonna have to pry them from both of our hands first.

[The Weavile nods.]

Not a simple task, I assure you.

[Riku's hoping he looks at least slightly imposing for a nineteen year old. If nothing else, he's tall and muscular, but in a world where Pokémon do all the fighting, who's to say it'll even count?]

[whos_that]

If that's how you want to play it, then that's fine with me!

[The Grunt's just going to place the bag on the floor and select a Pokeball from her belt. Looks like she's starting off with a ...Golbat. It's a little cramped in the aisle, but it's doing its best to look intimidating.]

I could use some new Pokemon anyway.

[islandshore]

Ha. Don't start celebrating too early.

[Ah, at times like these, Slash is grateful for being one of his trainer's smaller Pokémon. With the Golbat out and about, both Riku and his Weavile exchange glances, and then Slash leaps straight into the fray.

Sorry, Grunt, but Riku doesn't trust you to play fair. For that reason, Slash dives forward and launches Ice Punch straight away.]

[ajustcaws]

[Cynthia had been planning for this for a while --- ever since she had heard the announcement, actually. Sure, it was a little traitorous because they were technically her teammates... but hey! She'd never asked to be part of this stupid criminal team anyway, and she couldn't stand for injustice --- not for one second!

So she arrives on the train in full armor (likely drawing some confused looks from the passengers), and when the Rocket Grunt asks her to hand her Pokemon over, she has a one-liner already prepared. She springs from her seat and dramatically points at them, going for a Pokeball attached to her belt.]

The only thing I'll be handing over to you is a defeat! I won't let you carry out your evil scheme, criminal scum!

[whos_that]

[Did this girl really just call him criminal scum? He's not offended, he totally is criminal scum, but just...who says things like that? And what's with the armor? Looks like something from King Arthur and the Escavaliers of the Round Table or something.

He's not even sure how to respond at first. After a few moments of silence, he resorts to the standard Rocket strategy for being confronted by a trainer who wants to battle.]

You'll have to get past my Pokemon first if you want to defeat me!

[And the Grunt's first Pokemon is...a Grimer! Which is leaving a really gross trail of muck as it moves down the train aisle.]

[ajustcaws]

[She stunned the evildoer into silence with her mere presence.

Aw yeah. She is so good at this.]

Well, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get! Go forth, Galetalon!

[She tosses a Pokeball, revealing a hype as shit Rufflet who does a brief mid-air loop upon emerging.]

Rend your foe asunder with your Fury Atta---

...

Ew! Actually, I'm not even sure if I want you to touch that thing!

[...nope, too late, Galetalon is already homing in on that Grimer, ready to get on with the rending.]

[neededlassie]

[The only pokemon that Shaun has out with him on the train is his Munna, Bella, who's sitting on his lap with a sleepy expression on her placid face.

A 12-year-old is probably the person that the grunts least expect to put up a fuss, but when they get to his row he shrinks back against the window where he's safer and fixes them with a death glare, holding onto Bella for dear life.]

No way you're getting my pokemon! Or anyone else's! I challenge you to a battle!

[whos_that]

Challenge accepted kid!

[After all, it's not like Team Rocket Grunts, even disgruntled ones, have a problem with battling a kid. Seriously, if they had problems with taking on kids, they'd...well, honestly, they probably wouldn't lose as much. Huh.]

Just don't complain when you lose! Or when I take your Pokemon!

[And the Grunt's first Pokemon is...a level 42 Raticate!]

Scary, huh? Why don't you just give up now before it takes a bite out of that Munna?

[neededlassie]

[Shaun can't tell by looking how strong the Raticate is, and it may be hubris or it may be the 4 level 100s that he can bring out if Bella (level 75) gets overwhelmed, but he's not terribly concerned. Bella squirms until he lets her out of his arms, climbing out of the cramped row to face the grunt in the aisle.]

I'm not scared of a dumb Raticate! Bella, let's show 'em what we're made of! Use Psychic!

[shslasshat]

[...Oh, please. He's faced assassins, murder school, and the aftermath of an apocalypse. You think a little highway robbery is going to scare him?]

How quaint, that you think you'll get anything from me. Shall I prove to you how wrong you are, or is your cowardice as great as your idiocy?

[whos_that]

[...man, what is with the people on this train? Don't any of them know that they're supposed to cower in fear and hand over their precious belongings? It's like none of them have ever been involved in a train robbery before.]

Go ahead and try to prove us wrong if you think you can. We'll see who the idiot is after I take all your Pokemon from you.

[shslasshat]

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to live with such a microscopic brain. How droll your meaningless existence must be. [He only stands because that's how he can access his pokeballs, wishing that those idiots at the train station had allowed him to bring some real firepower. Oh well.]

Richard, Alice, I grow tired of this vermin's inane posturing.

[With a flick of his wrist, his two Persians (each level 60) spring from their pokeballs. Alice stretches lazily, scraping her claws against the carpeted aisle, while Richard flicks his tail and eyes the grunt with a gleam of anticipation.]

Locked to Tenten!

[whos_that]

At this point, things are going pretty bad. Rockets are getting defeated left and right, the fire's not really having the effect they wanted, really, the whole thing's a disaster. And the two Rockets holding the conductor hostage really aren't sure what to do next.

Eventually one shoves the other one, takes one of the shoved Rocket's Pokemon, and dashes out the window on a stolen Golbat, leaving the other one behind to deal with the ongoing train debacle. After a moment's hesitation, he dashes out of the room, planning to steal the first flying Pokemon he can find and make a break for it.

[usedswift]

"Hey!"

Tenten's moving quickly through the car with an Espeon at her side; it's the Psychic type that notes the incoming Rocket before she does, broadcasting a quick mental warning to his trainer.

Before he can escape, Tenten drops her weight and spins, trying a low, sweeping kick to try to snag his ankles and trip him.

[whos_that]

“Out of my way!”

The Rocket goes to shove past Tenten when she ducks. And since the last thing he was expecting was a low sweep, his legs get kicked out from under him, knocking him flat on his back in the aisle. He's not down for long though, and is attempting to get back up.

“What the heck was that?”