best_laid_plans: (if it's all gone bad - forsake it!)
Text wall backstory: action; Goldenrod City )

[Several days later, in the dead of night, the feed switches on abruptly. From the shaky camerawork and the low angle, one can infer a Pokémon is operating the device - presumably without its owner's consent.

The camera pans up and across a sign marked "Route 35", then skids across to a view of a darkened field. Among the tall grass, figures rustle and move; the sounds of a Pokémon battle drift back to the feed.

Whatever's holding the Gear waddles forward. A Psyduck, beaten and battered, falls to the ground in front of the camera, quacking faintly for reprieve; a hand reaches down from just offscreen, dangling a Super Potion tantalizingly. Psyduck reaches up for the medicine. The gloved hand retreats.

Psyduck faints. A pair of human legs come wandering onscreen as the hand now reaches for the PokéGear.

The last shot before the feed abruptly cuts off is of a harsh orange "R" emblazoned across the human's shirt.]
best_laid_plans: (and i know that i've been released)
[Impatient with training, Malik's left a note on his desk for his Rocket supervisors ("Back soon. Look forward to gifts") and successfully escaped HQ. A profitable venture should cancel out the breach of conduct.

Except why is it so nice outside. Why is everyone so happy. People aren't, by nature, happy creatures. This unnerves him.

Turning to the PokéGear, he switches it on.]


Experienced travelers. This weather's an anomaly, correct....

[Except then the feed goes staticky; the Gear hits the ground and switches to video. A dark-skinned boy with a Duel Disk on one arm is twisting to get a look at what's knocked him over, snuggled against his back and hugging him.

For that matter, trying to kiss him.]


Smoochum! Smoo!

[What an auspicious beginning to his life of crime.]
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