Team Mission 01: Generational Divide [Group Mod] [F]

[Pixel]

Apparently his less than reputable employers wanted to see how he worked with others as part of a team. Silas had seen the goons that were usually paired off—a bunch of potato brained nitwits that couldn't change a lightbulb with color-printed step-by-step instructions...INCLUDING PICTURES. On occasion you would see one grunt with some sense but usually that came with other distasteful habits or more ambition than they could reasonably handle. Those were the sorts that abused every minuscule ounce of power they had until they lost it with incompetent mismanagement. 

Silas DREADED the bumbling fool he would be trapped with on this escapade into the unknown. Especially since the mission he was given was clearly supposed to be some sort of rookie's first cookie stealing gig. 

Seriously. The lady was named DELORES. Clearly she was some elderly old bat that would probably just let them into the door if they smiled real nice and promised not to take too many candies from the dish on the kitchen table. 

He checked his assignment again.


TARGET: Delores Humperdinck
ASSIGNMENT TYPE: Theft
TEAM: Silas & Caribes

OBJECTIVE: Obtain Mitzi.


So very, very detailed. 

Starting off, who or what was Mitzi? Her pet glameow? Her adorable granddaughter? A damn space distorting god from the netherworld that she dresses in knitted sweaters on Sundays? Silas wanted to throttle whoever gave them this, because not only would be probably be stuck working with an idiot, but they would likely start smashing and grabbing things before he could question the hag to find out what the ever loving heck a Mitzy was.

All Silas could do for now was sit at their designated meeting location at the outskirts of this sleepy, backwater town on the edge of a forest. He laid his suitcase on the bench beside him and waited for some person to show up with a code word and a clue, but he supposed all he could honestly hope for was someone who had the code word.

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Word Count: 000 | OOC:

Swapping houndoom for mankey in my party.
Only active pokemon in this thread for NOW.

Giving mankey an oran berry to hold.

(Others mentioned are just for flavor)

TAG: Caramell 🍬

[Caramell 🍬]

Reassignment was never an ideal situation. Caribes swallowed their pride the minute the orders were passed to him by way of some happy-go-lucky Yes Man who kissed every footstep their superior made along the way. They nodded quickly, taking the paperwork, and opened it up wide and a quick glance at the rather simple instructions inside and yawned. A cakewalk assignment, no doubt given as a slide-of-hand to demonstrate just how capable the two paired together could be.

You didn’t ask a gang of thieves to ignore the shiny rocks their friends collected along the way. Caribes stopped on the outskirts of Azalea and glanced around with a singular raised eyebrow. Simple country bumpkins wandered about, happy to raise a hand in greeting and just as quick to shoot you a strange look if you didn’t return the favor. They would be far from the type to single themselves out, already dressing down in simple jeans whose knees had small stains on the front from tilling the ground. A matching T-shirt was pulled over his chest, a plain orange with no identifying logos or words scratched across the front.

They could have sprung for overalls given their aging disposition. They would have quite possibly strangled the first person to suggest overalls for their rather ordinary – if not downright boring – attire. Silas was easier to pick out in the town, suitcase in hand near a bench with the classic snake oil salesman attire. Caribes chuckled mentally and strolled over to their accomplice with a mental laugh that they kept quietly to themselves. This town of average, hardworking folks who only wanted to make an honest living using their two hands and their great grandpappy’s land would eat him alive for breakfast if Silas so much as breathed wrong in his current attire.

“Hoothoot has come to roost.” A simple and generic statement that might only be understood in the right company. To add to the illusion, Caribes placed one hand over their forehead and glanced off towards the towering trees in the distance with a quick raise of an eyebrow. A cursory glance was given to Silas, none too suspicious, and back to the trees to see what the other gent’s response would be. While two decades their junior, Silas had already worked hard the minute he entered the organization to climb the corporate ladder. Some had begun spreading strange rumors of the things such a man must have done to gain quick favor out of the ordinary pool of recruits and into the grueling level of grunt.

And what might they do if left unchecked while simply building their own small empire underneath their feet? Caribes gestured towards the free seat on the bench before lowering themselves once more. Delores sounded familiar. A name that pulled at the back of the elderly individual’s mind from a time long ago when they’d first stepped foot outside of Wales Island as a child, raised under the guiding thumb of two brave and noble Rocket members before them. Their parents never aspired to rise to such ranks that Caribes managed to climb, but Caribes never faulted them either. They were an apple plucked from a different tree altogether, unrelated to Baron or Cassandra, who were only tag-team mates and nothing more though they raised the small lady together inside of their secretive hideout.

Mitzi was…nothing. Nothing that pulled at memories of a forgotten time long ago, where cruel kids would often push and shove each other as they pleased with jeering looks and snide remarks. The girl Caribes hated from their past as a young boy – along with possibly several others they detested altogether – was known for her…rather collectible nature. As a child she’d collect the most peculiar things and Pokemon, knowing that momma and daddy’s money would stop at nothing to afford her the very best things in life.


OOC: Only Orla for now! [And maybe Chuckie, we'll see]. Pixel

^{Words: 648 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

[Pixel]

An older (a downright old in his opinion) gentleman in plainclothes came to rest next to him and uttered the codeword, masking the oddity of the statement by feigning peering into the trees like an eccentric bird watcher. "The Spearow watches from its perch," he replied, confirming his own allegiance in the same vague manner. Violet eyes rested on the man and he had to wonder why in the world he was paired with him. Did the man join recently? Was he desperate for cash and willing to resort to crime to keep out of some government funded home in the countryside where he was allotted a single pudding cup for dessert a day? Or was he just so incompetent that he never proved himself worthy of promotion?

(Silas recalled the faintest of rumors from before he had to leave his old life behind. About members from the golden era of the Rocket's escaping (or being released) from prison. Older, hardened men and women who could very well bring grudges and knowledge into the ranks of Team Rocket once more. But what were the odds that this old man was anyone important?)

He let a beat of silence pass before tapping his briefcase with the back of his knuckles, "The higher ups didn't even give an address for the old lady." Silas was oblivious she was potentially his teammate's peer. "Nor any concrete details. It seems this may be more infiltration with theft as a follow up, than smash and grab, unless you have the foggiest idea of what a Mitzy could be." He dropped his hand. "In there is a disguise kit. We will need a cover story to get in without drawing attention too early." Pause. "Pardon, I am getting ahead of myself."

He flashed what might have been a charming, colgate smile to literally anyone else, the picture of friendliness (if one looked past the coldness in his violet eyes), "You may call me Silas." He had the air of a businessman and the look of a city slicker. So the snake oil salesman wasn't too far off, but the people here were a little more used to him than he might think, having been here before and minding his manners the whole time. 

Silas rose to his feet and picked up his briefcase, stretching idly, "Any preferences in approach?" Nonchalant. Like he was already calculating a plan of his own without his teammate in mind. "If you prefer to be the look out I understand." 

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TAG: Caramell 🍬

[Caramell 🍬]

The elderly gent’s sharp gaze caught the glimpse of a young woman with a small child. While the mother, wise in her experience of having lived thrice as long as her child or better, kept a standoffish vibe as she glanced at the two men near the bench. Was she onto them this early in the game? They highly doubted it. Even with Silas’ attire, there wasn’t much else causing them to stick out and their coded conversation contained Pokemon that most would have expected within reasonable distance of the area. The small child, blind to the cruelties that life offered, raised one of her sticky-fingered hands and waved to the two men overly enthusiastically. “Likely, we’re supposed to case the place.” Caribes added after the small family moved on and the air cleared.

Delores, though. Delores…They tilted their head back and slowly scratched the underside of their chin with a soft hum. Silas wasn’t disagreeable to start. There was a faint glare in the center of the younger man’s eye as though they judged Caribes’ greyed hairline and additional wrinkles lining the corners of their eyes, and corners of their lips a bit harshly. What would a geriatric human like themselves be able to achieve inside of such an organization, indeed! Caribes wouldn’t fault him for wondering, but they would quietly discredit Silas’ capabilities at the start if they’d had no knowledge of Caribes’ greatest works. And well…his worst, too, considering the way he’d been cornered and hauled off for a couple of decades, losing the best years to the cell.

“The name isn’t unfamiliar to me…” Tericotta gaze turned and burned in Silas’ own with a strange sort of understanding. What were the odds? Well…what were they, truly? “This wouldn’t be her kind of…uh…life, for one.” They mused with a smirk, turning their gaze to follow the long, winding dirt road leading down narrow streets of carefully spaced out houses. Each had the cutest white picket fence wrapped around their perimeter, with canids of various Pokemon species snoozing peacefully in the freshly mowed grass. “Too cheap, if you get my drift.” They enlightened, should Silas glean for more.

Still. They had a mission to get to daylight that was slowly losing itself to the night. They needed to hit the long road that stretched onward into the heart of the quiet and mundane town that afforded nothing substantial to the naked eyes. Caribes nodded towards the briefcase with a simple pluck of his beaten attire. “Yes. Well…I’m usually dressed a bit more like yourself. But around here…they’re going to eye you like some door-to-door salesman. Or one of those real estate agents come to buy up all of grand-pappy’s land. Both things such…”

Another group of country bumpkins passed by them, loudly laughing as they chatted about the local High School football team. Their local team, the Azalea High Corviknights, won and managed to beat the Golden High Granbulls. “patriotic, hard working citizens of this simple town might not appreciate.” Caribes finally added. A twinkle in their eyes as they stretched their legs for a moment. Silas was at least prepared. They had to hope that he brought more than the usual gimmicky looks that wouldn’t quite work in such a backwater town as Azalea. Though, Caribes knew for better or worse, they would find out soon enough.

“Infiltration…yes. We’ll need to determine where her house is first, ensure we’ve narrowed down our acquaintance,” Coded, as newly web couple passed them, oblivious to anything that wasn’t the other partner, waltzed passed. “Lessen the risk GPS leading us in the wrong direction, ya know?” Then they passed by just as easily, giving Caribes and Silas more room to communicate. Just two criminals talking about the weather, nothing out of the usual. “My team is more than capable of getting in and out of places quickly. They know I do not tolerate failure.” Caribes smirked with a tap on their Poke Balls and an absentminded lick of their lips. Would they…really…could they…? Best not to ask…


OOC: Pixel FYI we can call in a mod while we hunt for a house, or continue just the boys if you're not quite ready. However you'd like to do this.

^{Words: 685 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

[Pixel]

Silas watched and listened, making note of the people as they passed as well. From the woman and her child, to the teen chattering about sports, he was aware of them and their passing gazes in the fading rays of late afternoon. "Wouldn't that be a treat," he quipped wryly, brow arching and the corner of his mouth pulling up as he spoke. "To see an old classmate of yours all the way out here, perhaps retired and down her luck, having whittled her family fortune away on trinkets and a crippling gambling addiction. Thus she is forced to live out her golden years in a cheap rural town where she can afford some semblance of luxury on what remains of her once glittering fortune in a place where the land isn't even worth the dirt that's on it." He waved a hand dismissively, "But what would be the odds? If we are lucky this woman is a blind old bat that mistakes us for her grandchildren and lets us in without a fuss."

He checked the time on his wrist watch, "However, if she is inclined towards suspicion, I do have a couple of possible disguises that we can use. Hi-vis vests are a classic. I also snagged a couple of T-Shirts from the local thrift that belonged to a plumbing company that might be out of business now. As well as a few other odds and ends. We have options."

Silas rolled his shoulders as he began to stroll up that long, winding dirt road towards destiny. 

Out here in the boonies, one never knew what would roll out of the pastures—wild pokemon, a feral tractor gone rogue or even random drunk farmers that couldn't quite find their way back home after a night out with their buddies. As a city boy, he didn't care for the dirt and the bugs and the muck. But at least once they closed in on town there was a pokemon center and a pokemart and plenty of random sheds and the like they could use for surveillance, clothing changes or hiding out.

"My team is also specialized for getting in and out quickly. Though I try my best to not raise alarms when possible." He met his partner's gleaming smile with one of his own. His pokeballs were hidden away but easy to reach.  Nothing to see here folks. Clearly this was a local with his city slicker son or son-in-law having a nice conversation on their way back to town. Wasn't it nice to see the different generations getting along?

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TAG: Caramell 🍬
Ready for mod!

[kito]

As both Silas and Caribe began to get closer to town, all of a sudden a dust storm started filing small debris into the air. As this storm started most people on the road began to run for shelter. Nobody want to be in this weather. Before the pair could make a decision on what to do both of them were hit with 2 rather heavy debris. One of them was a purple color while the other was a light blue. It had appeared a couple of Nidoran had ben thrown by the storm. As the 2 pokemon cleared their head they looked at the 2 humans and began to growl menacingly. Clearly the 2 blamed the human for throwing them. They were going to teach these 2 humans that you don't mess with wild pokemon.

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A couple comprising of 2 level 11 Nidoran s one male one female have just blown in what will you do?

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[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes traveled on the old, worn path alongside the impromptu step-son they’d never needed nor wanted. Having the age set firmly on their skin and in the grey strands of hairs kept cut short on their head, Caribes was pleased that they’d never followed the white-picket-fence family lifestyle. Silas was still young, though. Would he? Given the nature of their organization, both avenues were often attempted though generally those in higher ranks found it successful to have their own progeny. “Yes…a treat…” Caribes scratched the bottom of their chin and hummed softly. Their lips curled into a rather dark and devious grin, though the thoughts that lurked behind that quiet gaze Caribes neglected to share.

“I’m sure you can pull the grandchild line.” Caribes pointed out and tapped just one of his cheeks on their face. Long lines ran their course as though they were carving out highway from their lips to the corners of their eyes. A weathered face whose roughened edges when examined close enough spoke of a harsher life, where age came upon you quickly verses slowly. Only those who didn’t till the grounds – or get their hands dirt with other forms of unscrupulous work instead – could afford the barely-aged skin that was always kept in pristine shape. “I do hope that witch is suffering.” An idle conversation interjected as their mind continued to sputter on memories of their long-ago classmate.

As though the world wanted to spite them just for existing, the winds rustled long branches on nearby trees. They knocked against each other, scratching and clawing at the other foliage in their way with a strange thud that echoed around them. Small bits of sand and gritty debris spiraled inside of the sharp gusts, slowly cutting at any bit of exposed flesh. Caribes paused along the trek, holding up a hand temporarily, and pulled their bag to set it on the ground beside them. They unzipped one of the compartments and rummaged around in their supplies until they managed to pull out a long sand scarf and wrapped it around their head protectively, then nodded towards the trek before them once more.

It was annoying to say the least. Nothing about the day leading up to their mission, nor the moment they’d stepped freshly outside of Union Cave and waltzed over to the bench and uttered the secret phrase to quietly pledge their allegiance, seemed to hint towards drastic weather curve balls being slammed in their face. “This weather is just what we needed on a once beautiful day such as this.” They grimaced with a long scowl. One of the benefits to their unnatural weather is that it sent the local residents scrambling. Mothers swiped their small children up in their arms and high tailed it inside of their homes. Houses with once open windows and curtains pulled back closed up as though they were shops trying to lock up before that stray last customer breeched the threshold. It would leave Silas and Caribes utterly along with their thoughts.

Until two small poisonous hares with long spikes nearly slapped them both silly thanks to the gusting winds! Caribes That wouldn’t do at all. They plucked a free Poke Ball from their side and tossed it up into the air with the click of a button, summoning a small pink bovine with a black mask around its face and a long tail ending in a black ball-shaped tip. “Orla, Stomp our friends into oblivion will you?” Caribes snapped their fingers and pointed to the small blue Nidoran that smacked them against their side. This was a temporary detour from their mission and one that the ‘old timer’ definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with. Plus, both of these abominations could evolve, which was something that Caribes simply couldn’t ignore too easily.


OOC: Sending out Orla and using Stomp on Nidoran F.

^{Words: 642 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

[Pixel]

As they conversed about the possible cover stories they could employ, the wind started to pick up. Silas covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed, the sharp shift in the wind stirring something up that did not agree with his sinuses. As he tried to clear his throat, another gust of wind drilled into them, bringing with it a cloudiness, the very dirt at their feet seemingly rising up to meet the sky. Silas swore. These stupid farmers apparently were not competent at their job, because if they were, Silas would not be experiencing the re-enactment of the historic Unovan DUST BOWL here in the middle of trubbish-heap nowhere!

But he couldn't exactly voice his complaints without breathing in dirt, so he tied that handkerchief around his face for now and mimicked his partner-in-crime, holding a hand over his eyes to try to shield them from the worst of it. At least his companion also planned for the event and put on a scarf. So far they were one of the more competent Rockets he had encountered, and all he had done was own a scarf and use it to cover his face.

"Just my luck," Silas muttered. "Why is it that whenever I am partnered up with someone, the weather goes to sh—" Before he could finish his profanity, an especially large gust of wind shredded its way past and forced him to brace himself and throw both arms over his face. Urg! This was the worst. "The faster we find that hag's house, the better." He would never feel clean again at this rate. The sand was everywhere. It clung to his skin and made him itch all over. Every gritty granule tried to worm its way deeper. If they were unlucky and the wind kicked up a rock, someone might actually end up bleeding just by loitering out here too long. 

"Since I don't fancy going blind, let's get moving," Silas grunted. But before they could get far, two little blurs of color were thrust onto the path by the winds. Pokemon? Whatever. They were just in the way. Pure obstacles at this point. His partner threw out a...miltank? What was he, a lass named Whitney? Did he give up his retirement on a farm to do crime? Where did he even get that thing? Then again, he didn't really care THAT much.

He fished in his pocket and tossed out the first ball his hand touched. It wasn't his ace, Mercenary, but he supposed the mankey would do. "Brutus, ensure whatever the miltank targets, doesn't get back up." The mankey gave a little grunt of understanding before floundering through the storm to try to give the nidoran a toss right off the path. That was assuming he could even grab her! This wind made standing up tricky...

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Brutus used Seismic Toss on Nidoran-F

[kito]

Before either nidoran could move Orla was upon them. with her powerful hooves she sends the female high into the air. as the female flies past Brutus he jumps just as high grabbing it by the feet it throws it hard into the earth.  the nidoran hits the ground with a thud and does not get back up. as Brutus lands however he begging to cough up a purple mist. it appeared as one of the females spikes had nicked his leg on the way down. poison was now spreading through Brutus. Enraged by its mates body who was not moving the male enraged launches poison needles at Brutus with the sand blowing around it knocked everyone around as the poison drained more of Brutus vitality a clock had been started
Wild Encounter

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Weather: sandstorm 

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NidoranF LV 11
HP 0% [00/36]

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nidoranM LV 11
HP 94% [32/34]

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Orla LV 16
HP 93% [57/61]

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Brutus LV 13
HP 70% [28/37]

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NidoranF:choice
NidoranM:choice
 Orla: Scrappy
Brutus: anger point

spd:100 Orla used stomp -4 ho from sandstorm
spd:70 Brutus used seismic toss, -4 HP from sandstorm 
spd:50 nidoran M used poison sting -2 HP from sandstorm 
spd: 40 nidoranF fainted

[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes wouldn’t focus too much on Silas’ comments. They worked very little with others since their time inside of a prison cell. It wasn’t hard to see early on why the elderly gent had to be moved away from the other inmates and placed within a solitary cell of their own. Caribes had a rap sheet full of notes that suggested their comradery with their fellow incarcerated souls made managing them difficult for the correctional officers who monitored those same inmates. Shouldn’t that stand as testimony that the officers were the ones who were unskilled, though?

“I couldn’t agree more.” Caribes nodded. They both needed to get out of this storm. While Caribes wanted to complete the mission as swiftly as possible, they had no desire to remain landlocked in hell’s kitchen while winds from Groudon itself pelted them at every turn. Caribes briefly recalled reading about a previous team in another region who went by the name of ‘Magma’ and wanted to call Groudon forth and turn the world into one gigantic, massive land. Or something like that. Rather foolish, honestly.

“You’re put in teams often then, I take it?” A small commentary to return back to Silas’ previous statement. The small blue spiky hare collapsed on the ground, a victim to circumstances. Caribes’ lips curled in a sly smile and they quietly nodded, pleased with the baby calf they’d managed to snag for themselves. “Found this tank on a farm. Poor thing was so lonely, ya know…” Caribes added with a sly wink only Silas could have possibly picked up on. Was Orla’s old owner – probably some dimwitted rancher somewhere near Cherrygrove or New Bark – still trying to find her after all this time?

“Well Orla? Don’t keep them waiting. Another Stomp, quick.” Orla jumped excitedly and bleated cheerfully. They were going to have such fun playing with their new friends! Even if one grew tired of the games and needed a quick rest, she still had a few left that would prove to be fun as well. “I’ll show you just how sharp these hooves are!” The pink-and-black bovine mooed as she ran over to the last remaining Nidoran and raised one of her hoofed legs up. She would swing it at Nidoran’s head, hoping to smack him between the eyes. “See?! Wasn’t that fun!?” She giggled.



OOC: Orla uses Stomp on Nidoran M.

^{Words: 396 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

[Pixel]

So far, being paired up with the old man wasn't the worst. He had more than two brain cells to rub together and was witty enough to hold a conversation. He could have been stuck on this mission with much, much worse. Perhaps Caribes would pick up on a few details about Silas himself—his ease with conversation or the business-like approach he had to matters. There was an inherently high-class air about him, an aura of power and status that came from someone who knew what it was like to sit on top of the world. But like Caribes, here he was, scrounging for pennies and slowpoke tails in the dirt. Pathetic. 

"Thankfully no," Silas grunted. "It is a rare occurrence, but if I had a pokedollar for every time this happened, I would only have two pokedollars...but it's strange it's happened twice." He sneezed as dirt got up his nose. "If it happens a third time, I'm opting out of any mission that has teamwork anywhere near the description. Clearly it's a curse at that point." 

He adjusted his stance a bit to better brace against the wind.

When Caribes mentioned how he got his miltank he smirked, "I do love /finding/ poor unfortunate pokemon that need relief from incompetent fools. My houndoom was languishing away in some pc box...she is quite fortunate I found her and helped groom her to her full potential." He snickered. Another hint. Silas was actually quite tech savvy. Obviously well-educated. And yet here he was, doing crime and clearly loathing the lowliness of it all. 

Between the two of them, the first nidoran was stamped out. That left one more of the little rabbits standing. The miltank was eagerly rushing forward to stomp, stomp, stomp it down and out. Brutus was cheerfully cheering her on. The mankey was actually quite even-tempered and cheerful. But whether that would last come time to evolve, one never quite knew. 

"Finish off that nidoran," Silas commanded. Brutus would eagerly hurry forward, ready to try to grab that last pokemon by the ears if he had to and give it a good seismic toss!

<This is fun~! I like battling with friends. Oh, oh! Are we going to do sneaky stuff? I do a lot of sneaky, climbing in and breaking stuff. I'm really good at opening things and untying things...oh, right, we're battling. Is the nidoran still up? Do you need to stomp him again?> 

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Brutus used Seismic Toss on Nidoran-M

[vartio]

[OOC Notes]

May 6, 2024 17:28:48 GMT 11 kito said:

spd:100 Orla used stomp -4 ho from sandstorm
spd:70 Brutus used seismic toss, -4 HP from sandstorm 
spd:50 nidoran M used poison sting -2 HP from sandstorm 
spd: 40 nidoranF fainted

Kito, you messed up and put their base totals in. You need to put the actual speed values. You got the order right otherwise. I'll post the correct speeds just for confirmation.
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The Male Nidoran was showing signs of intense rage, crying out as it prepared to make a suicide run on the two Pokemon. It didn't care much for the odds, but it had just likely lost its loved one, and these two humans were all but laughing at their misfortune, it could tell!

Alas, it was met with the expected foot of the Miltank that had smashed it into the ground by its face, leading to a heavily painful cry of pain as it was utterly humiliated. Before it could even attempt to rise, the Nidoran was then grabbed by its ears, its eyes widening as it was then flung into the air, then summarily slammed into the ground roughly.

The poor Nidoran would lay there on the ground, unable to even resist the two powerful Pokemon. And it laid there, seemingly defeated. It was defeated. But it had not been defeated well enough.

The Nidoran would lay in wait, waiting for the humans to let their guard down. And the moment they would give it, it would attempt to shoot Caribe with a last Poison Sting dart before attempting to struggle itself up and carry its mate out of the area while they were, hopefully, distracted from the sudden attack. It made no noise, knowing that the moment it did, it was over.

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Spd 41 Orla used Stomp
Spd 27 Brutus used Seismic Toss
Spd 19 Nidoran(M) Fainted!

Summary: Nidoran was "KO'd"!

Congratulations, you've defeated Both Nidoran!

Orla gained (1/2) + (1/2) = 1 levels!
Orla is now Level 17!
Brutus gained (2/2) + (2/2) = 2 levels!
Brutus is now level 15

[Caramell 🍬]

The wind rustled through the nearby trees, causing sharp pieces of glass that sputtered up into the gusts to dance dangerously in the air. No doubt, some delinquent kid with no respect for their world had smashed a bottle along the town's nearly empty streets and left it as someone else's problem to clean up. Caribes grimaced, sidestepping most of the wind, and huffed. "Being a team player is necessary for large scale operations." They equipped. This was not a case of a large scale operation.

The duo managed to easily thwart the spiky hares almost effortlessly. Caribes smirked. Their Orla was a tank who managed to prove countless times her value on their team. While some of the other players were questionable and risked being reconsidered, which spelled an untimely end to their constant suffering. "Idiots never understand the value of the Pokemon they have." Caribes stated, turning their firey gaze on the retreating hare as soon as it shot a small poisoned needle at them. It wasn't getting away with that move that easily! Caribes stomped after the rodent and scooped up rocks and sharp sticks that they tossed after Nidoran in anger. Stupid, useless creature!

They needed to trudge on, though. The sun wavered in the skies partially obscured by the whirling storms, heading slowly towards the horizon line. Caribes shuffled along the grassy passage and glanced at the surrounding homes with interest. One was little more than a trailer with some makeshift sheds on the side and an home-built easeway that linked the trailer to a small house nearby. For what purpose? It wasn't exactly clear. "Hmm... you think?" Caribes inquired, sending Silas a curious look. They doubted it personally... but maybe? They needed to be sure first. It would prove difficult to continue their trek if they raised suspicions early on.

"Houndoom are..." A pause as Caribes considered their words. This was a partner in crime who was as finish as any other to pretend that he could control these angry, overpowered evolutions Pokemon could unlock. He was a lost sheep from the flock and just needed a guiding hand back to the light. "...difficult in the wrong hands. There was a news report not that long ago of a trainer's body being found mangled by a pack of them." A soft hum. Caribes would let that sit and marinate as they thought back to the reporting they'd listened in on a while back. A nice young thing, in her early twenties lost inside of Ilex proper who had found herself in a stretch of the woods almost none ever made it to. Her team, while impressive to say the least, had stood no chance against the meat eaters. What an absolute tragedy! Though, it was one less foolish soul in this world considering the partner Primape's body they'd found ripped to shreds beside her.


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^{Words: 448 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

[Pixel]

"To be frank, I'd rather not be at the bottom rung during a large scale operation. Putting my life and reputation into the hands of the idiot with the fewest braincells to rub together? Because that is what working in a group is like... It's not my thing. At least if I am working solo for a higher authority, I can be accountable for my work alone, or if I am in a duo, there aren't too many moving pieces to account for." Silas managed to join Caribes in finding a spot behind a structure that protected him from the worst of the wind. He returned his mankey before he blew away.

"As for houndoom and their reputation? Oh, it is well warranted. I am certain if I was not the alpha of our little pack, my darling would cause all hell to break loose." He smiled fondly at that. "She was in poor hands before I found her. We understand each other and she is more loyal than I could have dreamed she would be. But I understand her drive. I cultivate rather than hinder her instincts. It is not so bad to want the world to burn."

That was not a normal thing to tell your new best friend, Silas. But he just kept smiling like it was normal.

"The house of this lady is just up the road. We could make a mad dash for it, or lay low until this storm passes... It would make a wonderful distraction. Nobody will be watching her door with this mess in the air." Silas pushed from his hiding spot. "Regardless, we need to make some progress while everyone is taking shelter." Even if it was miserable getting there.

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Silas used "looking for encounter"

[Tiki]

The sandstorm continued to buffer the area, like a static screen that won't go away. This was not good for the two criminals' visions or their missions, as they had yet to figure out what was the objective they're trying to obtain. If Team Rocket had an effective email system, one of these two Rocket members would likely circle back to whoever posted this assignment to clarify their objectives to make sure they're on the same page.

In front of them though, was a maintenance man who was completely unbothered by the storm. In fact, he was working pretty hard, climbing up a telephone or power pole with the help of his own Pokemon. The narrator did not know the difference between the two, but it didn't matter too much. He spoke on some communication device to somebody operating comfortably inside a building unbothered and unaffected by the storm. "AZ187-63 is repaired. What's next? There's two more? Lead me the way and let's get this over with!"

While he might not be from the neighborhood to help with finding the correct house, he might be persuaded to help with the help of the invisible communicator on the other end of his communication device. "Got it, turn left and then make a right. Hey, isn't that the Rodger's house? The one with an unusually fast Crustle? Uh-huh. I'll keep an eye out for them!"

In front of him were Silas and Caribes, still undecided in their disguise as they needed to locate Dolores's house first. However, now it looked odd to him to see two businessmen walking casually in a sandstorm, whereas most people would be running home to not ruin their suits. It was a little too early in the day for after work ice-breaker activity at the pub, or maybe they had inclement weather early release. They could be distant cousins, former colleagues meeting up for a network event that was cancelled due to weather, or former higher education buddies, but whatever the case was, they just looked like they're used to this weather. Or perhaps, they're from a region with a lot of sandstorms, but they can't be from Hoenn or Unova right?

"Hey, you two! Are you lost?" He hollered at them as he jumped off his current electronic or telephone pole. "It's not safe out here unless you're trained like me."

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Engineer Lucas sent out (Level 15) Stunfisk Flat Head and (Level 13) Gligar Wrench
Weather is Sandstorm


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Stunfisk: Static, Revenge, Metal Claw, Curse^EM, Spark^EM
Gligar: Hyper Cutter, Knock Off, Quick Attack, Harden, Scary Face^TM
(Level 17) Sudowoodo Hammer: Sturdy, Iron Defense, Slam, Flail, Rock Throw