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Post by Kçℵ on Mar 7, 2010 17:50:35 GMT -6
Team Rocket has been forging their plans, and has been known to try and nab any and all Pokemon in their sites. They seemed to have been beaten so many times, though, that many people are thinking that Team Rocket is gone for good. Sure, they only appear where their hideouts are more likely to be, and there are a lesser crime rate of them all over the world as of currently, Team Rocket aren't the ones known to be giving up. They are currently only in hiding, trying to break away from civilization enough to try and build up their plans and get stronger and better and smarter at what they do. Their plan? Very simple, actually: to take over the world, and control all legendaries in doing so. They've already got a plan, now they've just got to make it work...
A large room, the golden interior of a light color array. A long table sat in the middle, many chairs sitting around it as it was needed. Red leather they were made out of. They looked as if they were molded out of dried blood, now that the thought soon occurs to one with good eyes. The room is filled with men and women, none the less, many wearing dark clothing with a large, red, bolded R on the front, black hats as well. They all looked of high satire in what they did, what ever that may have been. At the front of the table, wearing a tanned colored tuxedo, a man with brown, combed-back hair sat, one leg propped up in a cross-like stance. Beside him, an elegant-looking Persian sat, happily being petted by it's master as he spoke.
"Now as you know," the man at the edge of the table spoke solemnly, not taking his eyes off where they stared intently at the doors they were evenly parallel with the table, "we are having some troubles with the police force around these parts. They seem to be catching onto out every move we make. So we must be smarter than them, and create better plans in delaying the inevitable, and trying out our task in catching our first priority: Mewtwo."
"Yes, sir!" one of the higher ranked officers near him spoke in a mild tone, though seemed to be obeying diligently. The man nodded his head, and opened his mouth to go on. But before he could speak, the doors to the room flung open, revealing a grunt that looked like he was in a hurry as he rushed forward, a piece of paper in his hand.
"Sire Giovanni!" the grunt said breathlessly as he reached the far end of the table, panting wildly. The peice of paper seemed to crumple up as his hands grew tighter and tighter due to nervousness.
"Yes, what is it?" their leader questioned the younger man, his hand on his stomach, folded up, as he leaned back to relax slightly. He looked inwardly irritated, for the most part. The grunt gave a small gulp before bowing in front of his leader slightly, then continuing with what he had to say.
"It appears that they have found MewTwo, sir," the boy said, holding out the piece of paper towards the man. "Somewhere near a place called the Gamos Reigon, I do believe." Giovanni simply smiled and took the peice of paper roughly, opening his mouth as if he were about to say some praise before the boy went on. "But there's more sir," the grunt quickly went on hurriedly. "He wouldn't go without a fight, sir. Our men tried to stop him, sir, they were close to capturing him!" Giovanni made a sour face at this, placing his arm with the piece of paper in it onto the arm rest of his chair.
"Then what in Arceus' name happened to the damned Pokemon?" the Rocket leader said in a loud, threatening tone. It was obvious that he was angered to hear the news that the grunt had just portrayed to him. The young man flinched slightly at the older man's words, though made sure not to coware in fear too badly and get him self in trouble about it. Again.
"Y-y-you s-see, s-sir," the grunt said nervously as Giovanni's seemed to grow angrier with the boy's every word. Was the young man twiddling his thumbs? Ah, it didn't matter. "So-s-something happened back where the men were battling. Yo-you see, sir, they've thought to seen another new Pokemon species, possibly a legendary." The grunt gestured to the paper Giovanni held in his hand at rest.
That was when the Team Rocket Leader finally decided to look at the peice paper after holding it for so long, un crumpling it and looking at it almost angiered. Then his expression turned from angered to surprised. The picture was a blur, taken by some sort of out dated camera. But if one looked closely, one could the see the out line of a very large, and very feirce figure with light aura radiated around it. It was a Pokemon, none the less. And one that Rocket posssibly wanted for their own hands. Giovanni, for once in a long while, gave a smirk as he placed the photo on the table, looking to the people around him at the table.
"Men," Giovanni said, regarding the fact of different sexes at the table, "I do believe we just found our selves another mission."
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