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[When the feed cuts on, it's later in the evening, well after the first day of Rocket training, and thus Emet-Selch is not wearing his uniform while in his little dormitory. What he is wearing is far more extravagant. Yes, he took the time to put that thing back on, he wasn't about to suffer the alternative longer than what was necessary. Of course there are likely those who saw him in that most abhorrent uniform, if others were in training or aiding in the training that is. All of which he's been entirely quick in mastering, almost as if he's already...mastered such trivial skills. He has, and plus some.
Regardless, that's not what this is about. Well, it kinda is, actually.]
Good evening, I am Solus zos Galvus—your newest recruit to this fine organization of unscrupulous villains. Certainly prompt with the training, aren't they? That sort of rigid discipline I can most certainly respect—after all, with poor foundation, you cannot expect aught else but for everything to come crumbling down around you.
[He settles back in his seat, resting his elbow on the desk he's clearly sitting at, cupping his cheek with the palm of his hand as he lazily gazes into the feed.]
Regardless, such training is wasted on one such as I, but I understand rules are rules, and even I am no exception. [There's the slightest edge of annoyance to his tone, but it disappears as he continues.] Regardless, 'twould do us well to know each other properly, wouldn't you agree? So come, introduce yourselves to me. For I will know each and every one of you, as well as what rank you hold—what skill sets you have, and so forth.
If I am to familiarize myself with this team, to know which holes my expertise should rightly fill, then I must take your measure.
Regardless, that's not what this is about. Well, it kinda is, actually.]
Good evening, I am Solus zos Galvus—your newest recruit to this fine organization of unscrupulous villains. Certainly prompt with the training, aren't they? That sort of rigid discipline I can most certainly respect—after all, with poor foundation, you cannot expect aught else but for everything to come crumbling down around you.
[He settles back in his seat, resting his elbow on the desk he's clearly sitting at, cupping his cheek with the palm of his hand as he lazily gazes into the feed.]
Regardless, such training is wasted on one such as I, but I understand rules are rules, and even I am no exception. [There's the slightest edge of annoyance to his tone, but it disappears as he continues.] Regardless, 'twould do us well to know each other properly, wouldn't you agree? So come, introduce yourselves to me. For I will know each and every one of you, as well as what rank you hold—what skill sets you have, and so forth.
If I am to familiarize myself with this team, to know which holes my expertise should rightly fill, then I must take your measure.
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[He's real old. Like, mindbogglingly old.]
I do not believe this is a matter of apples and oranges, seeing as both serve a purpose, and do so well. One might argue that this reality serves its own purpose, but considering the glaring problems within it, I do not believe it does so well.
Whatever you choose to name it changes little, unique or broken. If all realities were fruits, this one is most likely rotten, what parts survived such decay does not save the parts ruined by the rot.
As such, I would sooner pick a fresh apple than this one, and I am confident you feel the same.
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[As it is. She just...laughs.] Maybe you just haven't found the purpose of this one yet then~! But if you ask me, after being here for a year, I don't think this one's as rotten as the outside makes it seem~ [Wink~]
But...like I said, that's not going to be something everyone ever agrees on- and I mean, you've barely been here a few days! It's not like you've seen everything the place has to offer...Heck, I sure haven't after a whole year...
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[There are few things older than him. In fact, only two, and one of them is dead.]
Mayhap, mayhap not. I suppose I shall enjoy working it out all the same. One must keep the mind busy, after all. I confess you do have a point, I have scant seen much of this world, but I still doubt I will change my mind. 'Tis not oft that I err in my judgments.
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On a 'work' related note, it's pretty easy to get by without actually doing anything illegal by the way. Everyone has to turn in a pokemon every two weeks after training is over, but they don't ask where or how you got them- catching something in the wild the same way everyone else does, and turning those in is just as good...and honestly, way less trouble.
Means you get to travel more too~!
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I will keep that in mind, though I must admit I am not much a fan of travel.
[Solus has done it so much...to so many different shards...it gets a little stale after a few thousand years.]
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SIR!]
Mnnh...fair enough. Unfortunately most travel here is...kind of by foot until you synch your ID with a teleport... [She pauses, crossing her arms.] Ultimately the only way to get anywhere faster- at least right out of the gates- is to have a pokemon that you can ride. And I mean ride, not fly! Unless you take down either Falkner or Erika's gyms.
Falkner's the better choice, he's closer. Either way uh...that's about your best shot until you can teleport...
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[He really hates walking by foot, auuughhhh...]
However, I will make due all the same. Perhaps I will yet garner me a beast for that expressed purpose.
[Though he much rather magitek than a beast, but whatever.]
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Some of them get pretty big when they evolve...a lot bigger too. So that's important to keep in mind.
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[The Yamask in particular...]
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[She's. SEEN Cofagrigus so.] On the...one hand, the first one actually does get way bigger, but on the other...
...It's definitely not something you'd ride. Hnnrrrnnn, you'll be here for about a week thanks to 'training', so... [There's the sound of some clicking- she seems to be doing something on the pokegear itself.] Hmm. I think the only thing that really grows to 'riding' size within the city is the lillipup line. Uh, their final stage, 'Stoutland'? It's pretty much a massive dog. Still that's not really ideal...
[Oh. Something seems to occur to her however.] Oh...
Oh, but...when I think about it, I think Connie got her bike to run at 'pokemon' speed using a rotom!
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But it's even less for riding bikes. Not to mention the exertion he'd have to go through to pedal the damn thing—wait.]
...Rotom?
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They love technology- but they're also tricky by nature, so you have to be careful to set your boundaries with them! When you can come to an agreement though, they can bring out the best in anything they inhabit! [Carly cheers as she happily sends a picture of a standard rotom along, the little ghost's wide impish grin firmly in place.]
I'd have to ask how Connie got it put together, but Goldenrod sells bikes for pretty cheap- so if you get what you need to put the technology on it, you'd have your ride! ...Provided you have a cooperative rotom at least.
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[As he looks at the image, he cups his chin with his other hand, contemplating what she's telling him. Not for the bike, oh no, but for what uses this little impish ghost might have. If it can power a bike in such a way, then...]
I shall keep an eye out for them, then. Certainly they will prove useful for any future projects I might engage myself with. Sorry to say, I am not so certain I will take you up on the bicycle idea, helpful though the information is proving to be.
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[And considering the contemplative look, she suspects (perhaps correctly) that Solus has 'better' ideas. Time will tell how well that works, but hey, Dirk had a robot-lapras so...]
Good luck- you can probably find more info on stuff if you search for it using the pokegear, so there's bound to be something!
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[But he just plain doesn't want to ride a bike. He waves somewhat dismissively, as if swatting the very thought away.]
Rest assured I will do my research, I have tackled more toiling problems with less at my disposal.
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But with a grin, Carly gives a final thumbs up.] Great~!
You'll do great then, I know it~!
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[He offers it so matter-of-fact, he might as well have said just as confidently that the sky is blue.]
As such, I must be off. Can scarce research if I allow idle chitchat distract me, eh? Farewell, friend.
[And with a languid and limp wave of his hand, he cuts the feed.]
wraps with a neat lil bow,