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THIS IS A STICK-UP

Who: All workers in the Goldenrod Radio Tower, Rocket or otherwise. Also, any people who are touring the tower at the time.
Where: Goldenrod Radio Tower
When: Wednesday evening.
Summary: ROCKETS. ROCKETS EVERYWHERE.
Rating: G-PG13 for violence and possible language
Log:

ooc: Thanks for your patience, guys! Please feel free to make your own threads depending on where your characters are and who they're interacting with! Communicate with your fellow players as much as possible to make sure everything flows okay and nobody's needing to pull crazy time travel shenanigans to get everything done!
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That's about it! HAVE FUN, GANG.

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boldandresolute]

Otacon had a bad habit of missing even the most obvious things. Today, however, he had to admit something felt Not Quite Right. Off in a way bad enough to require capital letters, even.

He hoped he was wrong--if Johto was about to glitch again, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Or what Johto would do, for that matter. For the moment, all he could do was try as hard as he could to dismiss the feeling as paranoia. The engineer focused as best he could on the computer screen in front of him, trying to push the sudden thoughts of dread away.

...It wasn't working particularly well.

Edited 2011-03-17 02:10 (UTC)

[Today was the day. Kasanoda felt so uneasy, as if he could throw up all the meals from the past three days. He stands near the entrance, uneasy, awaiting orders from his superiors... and looking for the right heroes to help.]

[Capture the Director?

Very well. She calmly finishes her secretarial duties for the day, and then begins heading up the stairs. She nods to those she knows are in the Rockets - as a signal either to keep going, or to come with her. Get the Cobra Commander, then get the Director.]

Droog had definitely used his facade as a secretary to his utmost advantage. This job that was given to him, this mission... It really was fitting for Droog's capabilities, but it also seemed a bit lacking. A bit too easy. He was used to time manipulating mobsters, and here he was infiltrating some radio tower and the biggest threat he had was maybe some overdone colorful animals that's very color variation upset the sax man.

He had his own animal to take care of those though. Which would be the only time he'd rely on him. Other than that, having some animal do his dirty work was definitely not his style. Never was and never would be. He definitely was a fan of getting his own hands dirty, in a metaphorical sense. He was never a man much for mess, so he'd do the dirty work in the most cleanly way possible.

Though he wasn't against blood spill, not in the slightest.

He was making his way to where the financial area of the building was, passing the computer technicians on the way when he realized something. It wasn't going to be some stroll in the park, he was going to need someone to access everything. Someone who probably knew the computer systems and mechanics of this place like it was their own personal information.

That was when he saw him.

He really just looks like an ordinary person, nothing anymore special than any other computer tech that worked here, but he was the one Droog settled on.

Sauntering over to the brown haired computer nerd, he gave him half a glance.

"Hey. I need some help wit' somethin', mind givin' me a hand?"

He had to play it subtle, he couldn't make much of a ruckus, not yet anyway. If he made a scene, this could get bad. Real bad and Droog was not about to fail such a simple task.

"Hm?" Otacon glanced up, giving the newcomer a friendly smile. He was just being paranoid. Surely it was nothing, right?

"Y-yeah, of course. What're you looking for?" Either way, his own nerves weren't an excuse to not be friendly.

"Actually."

He slowly shifted his glance around rather nonchalantly before letting it rest on the man before him. His entire demeanor was completely calm, misleadingly so.

"It isn't so much findin' somethin', I work in the financial department and they're havin' some computer issues. They sent me to find one'a you techies to help wit' the issues." His voice was smooth and completely relaxed as he spoke his lies. His facade completely opaque.

"But, if you can't do anythin' about it I'm guessin' I could be askin' someone else..." There was a slight bit of disappointment in his tone, if anything to try and guilt Otacon into what he wanted. This nerd seemed like the soft sort. The sort Droog hated, the sort that the once carapace thought was weak, pathetic, a wimp. Someone to be used and then thrown away and that was exactly his intentions.

"O-oh, that shouldn't be a problem." Otacon replied with a laugh and dismissive wave of his hand. "I can handle it, just tell me what you need."

Otacon wasn't the best at reading people, but he understood computers and thought he knew a request for help when he heard one. And of course there was no way he could ever turn down someone asking him for anything.

Droog half smirked, which was the closest he ever got to a smile. This was going better than expected. Considering Droog's usual diplomatic way consisted of a few broken knees and a dislocated arm.

Nodding his way towards the financial department, he was quick to start his stride.

"Seemin' the computers are lockin' up or some funny business." It would be a lie if someone said Droog knew much about computers. His own 'Gear was enough to drive the Midnight Crew member bananas. So making up what could possibly be the matter was actually slightly difficult, but he seemed to be doing it alright so far.

And it would be just a little bit more till they were there...

[Marona stood by the entrance, her posture stiff as she watched the doors. Not far away, a number of normal janitors had been knocked out and tied up, first with their arms bound by their sides, and then to one another just to be sure. They were, however, unharmed otherwise.]

"Whatever it is, I can take care of it." Otacon smiled brightly, adjusting his glasses as he walked. "Nothing to worry about, I'm sure."

Of course he was none the wiser--Otacon had a habit of being an idiot.

An idiot is exactly what Droog would label this man to be. A naive, foolish idiot who was a tad too trusting.

But this was okay, because it worked out for him in the end. Once they were at their destination, allowing the tech to enter first, he was sure to lock the door a subtly as he was able. There were a few people in this part of the building, giving the two that entered bewildered looks. One of witch speaking up, albeit they were less concerned when they recognized they were employees.

But there was still the question as to why they were there.

"Oh-- Hey, Is there something you need?"

Droog kept silent as he watched the woman who spoke and Otacon, waiting for the computer tech to realize that this situation was definitely not what it was made out to be.

[Cobra Commander excused himself from the call desk, and made his way to the upper floor, discarding his work disguise into a nearby trash can. It was time to meet with his fellow Private and begin the takeover of the Tower.]

Victory will be ours.

[Then again how hard could this be? It's just one building.]

Otacon gave the woman a mildly confused look--something wasn't quite adding up here, but maybe it was just a misunderstanding.

"Huh? I thought you guys were having computer problems in this department."

That feeling of dread was slowly working its way back to the front of his mind now.

"What? Who told you that? No. No, everything is working fine here."

And with her saying that bit, it wasn't even a moment later that Droog had Otacon's arm bent behind his back, he face uncomfortably close to the side of the nerd's.

The other employees all started to stand in a group panic, but when Droog gave them a challenging glare, they all froze.

"This department is now under my control, you understand? Any funny movements, any actions--hell, any goddamn thoughts of even tryin' to rise against me will get you no where but a fuckin' hospital--maybe even a few feet underground. Do we understand each other?" He had spoken with a deeply laced venom to his words making it painfully apparent he was completely serious about all of this. Even with a supposed lack of a weapon, Droog was a deadly force to be reckoned with. Especially when all of the hostages here were otherwise helpless secretaries and a computer tech who was assumed to have absolutely no fighting capabilities at all.

None of them even questioned it, taking their seats solemnly. Their frightened expressions so evident, making this all the more easy for the used-to-be-carapace. It was like childsplay.

"--?!"

Oh, damn. Damndamndamndamndamn. This felt remarkably like the FOXHOUND takeover all over again, just on a smaller scale.

"L-let go--!" Where were Snake and Liquid when Otacon needed them? He could have gone to his pocket with his other hand and called his Ampharos, but a Thunder Wave would hurt Otacon just as much in this position.

[Your friendly neighbourhood tour guide Fuji will be guiding you guys this time around. It's halfway through the tour and he's just given you all a very cheerful three minute run-down of a old man's stony bust, and is now herding everything through yet another hallway, presumably for more historical trivia that you can all care less about.

Half-way through the hallway, he stops. Clapping twice to get everyone's attention!]

Before we go on, mind if I get a headcount? [dryly] Introducing yourselves might help, too, since I'd like to know how many people we've lost on the exciting way here.

Edited 2011-03-17 03:47 (UTC)

Barney loved his job. As nonchalant as he was about it over the network, it was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him since he got to Johto bar none. It was the closest thing he had to home, and so he clung onto it. It felt good to be back in an office, doing the stuff he knew how to do.

Although, on this particular day, something felt off. Wrong almost. He'd been noticing it for a while when it seemed like there were a lot more employees than normal. Not sure what to expect, Barney released his pokemon for protection. If there were ninjas in the building, he'd want to be ready.

It didn't occur to him until later that he hadn't done anything particularly shady to warrant a ninja attack...but still.

[ Princess versus Kneesocks at some given point herp ]

[ Kairi, being the one to welcome people into the tower, has been noticing something... odd. Of course, there had been more employees coming in, but with more people hitting Goldenrod, that's not too strange. But today, there's been unusual amounts of people coming in, and she's a little startled to realize that she can't recognize as many as normal.

It looks like there won't be any tourists approaching quite yet after that first glow, so she steps away from her spot, slowly making her way towards the stairs. Maybe the director will know if there's some kind of promotional event or something going on. ]

This was his exact plan, he knew chances were that these ordinary people could possibly be pokemon trainers. It seemed the most random of people were such and he didn't want to take any chances. If he had Otacon as his shield then he'd have an advantage.

Using his free arm, he searched Otacon's body for anything that might be a problem; like oh who knows maybe those pokeballs? He'll be taking those yes please. Even if only for now, he just needs to ensure that whatever could be in them aren't used against him. Stashing them away, he then pushed Otacon forward into a desk area just in front of the two of them. Not caring really if such an act could have hurt the nerd.

He wasn't here to baby sit these people. No he had a purpose.

"I suggest you make yourself useful. I want full access to the finances here. If any'a ya think you can rebel, I suggest you do it now. So I don't have to wait till later to bust open your fuckin' heads." With the trembling silence that followed from the other employees, Droog took that as nothing less than subordination.

But for safety's sake...

He took out his own pokeball with a slight grimace, releasing his Sneasel, allowing it to watch the door as he made his way to all the phones. Retrieving the pocket knife he had hidden in his suit and cutting all the wires. No one was going to make any secret phone calls on his watch. That was for damn sure.

"I suggest you get to work openin' up the access, before I have to make you regret your hesitance." He sneered at Otacon, hardening his glare.

"..."

He went pale when his Pokemon were taken, stumbling as he was pushed forward. Otacon turned to face him, determination written all over the scientist's face. If he could do something, anything to get his team back Otacon could at least try to fight him off.

"...I'm n-not doing anything." For now, Otacon decided he'd had enough of being used. He wasn't going to be someone else's tool for who knows what purpose. Even if they had a pocket knife and could probably stab him as easily as anything else.

Snake, Liquid, anybody please figure out something's wrong here.

All Otacon could do now was stall until he figured out a better plan.

[Must resist urge to roll her eyes.]

We need to collect some lower level grunts.

[if this is too early, say so and I'll delete!]

[As she heads up the stairs, one of the NPCs will collapse in front of her, knocked out. Kneesocks stands where the NPC once stood, her Beedrill buzzing angrily.]

[Shirou was worried. First, the PokéGear stopped working, so he couldn't talk to anyone outside. Then, things started getting weird. Now? He sees the janitors.]

Huh--what? What's going on here?!

[Rachel was entirely unimpressed with her line of work here. Tying up the phones. The PHONES!? She was way more useful than that. Man, send her to the heat of battle, not the sidelines, tying up the phones. There was no action and thrill in this. Way to be a total disappointment Team Rocket.

She isn't even trying all that hard, speaking boredly to whatever Grunt or person happens to be on. There are plenty of lines on hold though.]

[ Niou's seated at the reception desk, all pleasant, professional smiles at the people entering. There are six lines on hold with the phones upstairs for good measure. Really, he'd rather be chatting Rachel up, but not on the air. Besides, Yagyuu doesn't 'chat people up.' One of the many things that makes Niou more awesome than Yagyuu.

So far, the other receptionists haven't gotten suspicious. Regardless, Niou's not worried. If there's one thing Niou and Yagyuu are good at, it's coercive speech.

Feel free to come pester Niou with typical reception-desk questions, Grunt or not. ♥ ]

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note: ITT Niou is Yagyuu. see icon. \o/