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001 | ACTION FOR GOLDENROD ROCKET BASE | VIDEO
[ACTION:]
[It was a normal day in the Team Rocket base.
And then a hero woke up within.
Cynthia read the note; that much should be obvious from the fact that the girl is charging about the base with it in her hand. However, she clearly didn't heed the instructions, given that she's doing so in her armor rather than switching into the uniform. She looks determined, but also confused and lost.
...very slightly confused and very, very lost. She's probably wandering into every part of the base except the ones that Grunts aren't actually allowed to enter (though not for lack of trying). Behind her at all times is a worried looking Blitzle, who seems like she really wants to try and gently grab Cynthia's skirt and lead her back to their room but is very slightly to afraid to.
Do you wish to engage? ...you... might regret it, because at the very least, it's going to be a weird experience.]
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[It looks like some random Grunt has taken enough pity on the poor girl to explain to her how the Gear works, because, wonder of wonders, the Gear has turned on and there is a white-haired teenage girl on the screen, looking off to the right.]
So, am I doing this right? Can everyone see this?
[The offscreen individual's response is inaudible. However, it was apparently affirmative, because the girl turns back to the screen, a look of wonder on her face.]
Woah...
[Then her face breaks into a huge grin, and she shakily adjusts the Gear so that she, a timid-looking Blitzle, and a mildly flabbergasted looking Murkrow are...
... well, they're kind of in the frame?
They're occasionally in the frame.
Sometimes.]
Greetings, citizens, and beware, evildoers! I hope you can all see me all right, because the Great Hero Cynthia and her faithful companions, Thunderhoof and Sablefeather, have arrived in... uh, wherever this is!
[Her expression falters a bit, and the camera focuses back on her.]
Well, actually, I'm supposed to be off saving some other world... but I ended up here, instead. Does anyone know what's up with that? I've been asking around, and no one seems to know. I mean, if I'm here, then I bet this world does need saving, because psssh, why else would I have ended up here?
But, uh, I kind of need to save my past, so...
[...a realization seems to strike her.]
Oooh, wait! This has to be some kind of test run! All right, everyone!
[She... does something that shakes the camera and tries to look really dramatic and inspiring, but right now, she's probably just inspiring motion sickness...]
If you need a hero for anything, then I'm your girl! Just send me a messenger, or --- oh, wait! I guess you don't have to because you can just use this thing! Well, I can tackle anything you need me to!
[She grins.
...the camera lingers a bit. The Blitzle, apparently named Thunderhoof, attempts to hide behind Sablefeather, who just looks up at her in exasperation.
... Cynthia looks back to the grunt.]
...uh, how do you end this...?
[After a few seconds, she figures it out.]
[It was a normal day in the Team Rocket base.
And then a hero woke up within.
Cynthia read the note; that much should be obvious from the fact that the girl is charging about the base with it in her hand. However, she clearly didn't heed the instructions, given that she's doing so in her armor rather than switching into the uniform. She looks determined, but also confused and lost.
...very slightly confused and very, very lost. She's probably wandering into every part of the base except the ones that Grunts aren't actually allowed to enter (though not for lack of trying). Behind her at all times is a worried looking Blitzle, who seems like she really wants to try and gently grab Cynthia's skirt and lead her back to their room but is very slightly to afraid to.
Do you wish to engage? ...you... might regret it, because at the very least, it's going to be a weird experience.]
[VIDEO:]
[It looks like some random Grunt has taken enough pity on the poor girl to explain to her how the Gear works, because, wonder of wonders, the Gear has turned on and there is a white-haired teenage girl on the screen, looking off to the right.]
So, am I doing this right? Can everyone see this?
[The offscreen individual's response is inaudible. However, it was apparently affirmative, because the girl turns back to the screen, a look of wonder on her face.]
Woah...
[Then her face breaks into a huge grin, and she shakily adjusts the Gear so that she, a timid-looking Blitzle, and a mildly flabbergasted looking Murkrow are...
... well, they're kind of in the frame?
They're occasionally in the frame.
Sometimes.]
Greetings, citizens, and beware, evildoers! I hope you can all see me all right, because the Great Hero Cynthia and her faithful companions, Thunderhoof and Sablefeather, have arrived in... uh, wherever this is!
[Her expression falters a bit, and the camera focuses back on her.]
Well, actually, I'm supposed to be off saving some other world... but I ended up here, instead. Does anyone know what's up with that? I've been asking around, and no one seems to know. I mean, if I'm here, then I bet this world does need saving, because psssh, why else would I have ended up here?
But, uh, I kind of need to save my past, so...
[...a realization seems to strike her.]
Oooh, wait! This has to be some kind of test run! All right, everyone!
[She... does something that shakes the camera and tries to look really dramatic and inspiring, but right now, she's probably just inspiring motion sickness...]
If you need a hero for anything, then I'm your girl! Just send me a messenger, or --- oh, wait! I guess you don't have to because you can just use this thing! Well, I can tackle anything you need me to!
[She grins.
...the camera lingers a bit. The Blitzle, apparently named Thunderhoof, attempts to hide behind Sablefeather, who just looks up at her in exasperation.
... Cynthia looks back to the grunt.]
...uh, how do you end this...?
[After a few seconds, she figures it out.]
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Woah...
...But, I don't think I actually stopped to see it. Oh, no...
[...fortunately, somebody here has been paying a bit more attention than her. The newly named Thunderhoof, who has alternately been looking nervous and mortified the whole time, looks around a bit before stepping forward and looking up at the Metagross... maybe a bit uncertainly, but she seems more sure of herself than she's been the rest of the time.]
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I see. Well then-
[Talos's voice stops as it notices Thunderhoof approaching it. Immediately its unblinking stare turns to the Zebstrika, along with Ilya's curious one.]
Ah, perhaps you happened to see it.
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"I'm familiar, yes. I had to make sure, after all, because... well, I did think this might happen, so... well, not to say that I think it's bad or anything, but it's a little... um...
...um.
It's 596..."
... she just looks even more timid than before, really.]
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I'll walk, Talos. It shouldn't be too far.
So be it. Follow me, everyone.
[And Talos begins to tromp off in the direction of Cynthia's room.]
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...well, I'm not entirely sure what happened there, but thanks, Thunderhoof!
[...the Blitzle's expression can only be described as aw shucks
and so, she starts heading off after the metagross]
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It's very useful. I definitely recommend getting a Psychic-type Pokemon for just that sort of reason.
[Talos's eyes look back behind it at it's mistress.]
Not just any psychic, I would hope.
[That gets a little giggle out of Ilya.]
Are you asking me to tell you you're special? Because of course you are.
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Are there any other cool ones you think I should get? I mean, I do think you have some great taste.
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[BY THE POWER OF RP TIME, THEY ARE ALMOST THERE]
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I live to serve.
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[Is the door locked?
...no it isn't, thank god. She barges into the fairly empty room and heads right for the Pokeball.]
...so, you just toss it, right?
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Well, here goes!
[...she still throws it pretty hard, because moderation? Hahahaha what's that
and so out pops a very disgruntled Murkrow, who gives them both a Look.
Cynthia is quiet for a moment, then looks delighted.]
Oh gosh, it's a crow in a hat!
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[She's just... mildly amused at the girl's enthusiasm.]
So it looks like you have a Murkrow! They're pretty common among members of the team. They're Dark/Flying types, so very different from Thunderhoof. You're starting with a good pair.
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[Her cheer fades very slightly to a thoughtful look at that description.]
"Dark," huh? That's more fitting than I thought it would be. I guess I'll have to see how they work off each other.
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[Ilya never really did see the point in fussing about that sort of thing, but she knows hero types have a tendency to worry over anything called "dark". And if there's ever been a girl who fit that description, it's Cynthia.]
A good battle should give you an idea. There should be plenty of wild Pokemon outside the city to test yours on.
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[It just means that you might like blood and death a little more than most people do!]
All right, I have to make my way out of town as soon as possible, then!
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[And really, what's wrong with a little blood?]
You'll have to get out of the base first. Do you know how?
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[YAY BLOOD]
... that's what I was trying to find out when I ran into you, actually...
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[Probably for different reasons than Ilya's...]
Mmmm, well I wasn't planning on leaving for a while myself, but there are maps set up every so often in the hallways. If we find one of those do you think you could use it to find your way out?
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[it's like if ryuunosuke were actually a great husband and father]
Oh, yeah, that would help! I wouldn't mind getting to see this new world, especially if I'm going to be here a while.
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[Well there would be some bitter irony for you.]
Then let's go. I'll accompany you until you can find your way out of the base, but after that, you'll be on your own, alright?
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And that's fine by me! I figure I can find my way around once I get outside.
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