03-07-2015, 06:22 PM
That had been interesting, to say the least.
After the bunny creature had been semi-properly introduced to the rest of the men at the bar, she found herself exposed to the idea of the Dataverse. Lopunny seemed to have some familiarity with the idea, and once she had formed a device of her own (the fact that she was a Prime didn't particularly ring any sort of note to Snow) she tried to mess around with it. Seeing as how she was having a bit of trouble with her stubby paws, the l'Cie picked himself off of his stool to help, slinging his coat over a shoulder.
Between Doom Guy and Snow's efforts, Lopunny was a given a sort of small tour of how the Dataverse Device worked and what could be done with it. The two of them even gave the rabbit their own contacts; this happened to be be the first time since entering the bar that Snow actually thought to announce his name ("By the way, my name's Snow... Snow Villiers,").
It continued on in a sort of blur. The tall blonde remembered chuckling a bit at the buff soldier's strange lunch, watching him wolf it down hurriedly just to be done with it. He must've not wanted to stick around any more, as Snow also recalled raising a sort of toast to Doom Guy with what remained of his drink. Snow himself was somewhat the same, paying as soon as he was finished and nodding in respect to the house as he left.
The man simply resumed wandering aimlessly, the alcohol now just a small, aching buzz in his head. He still held his longcoat over his shoulder and his cap in a pocket, in hopes he could keep cool in the heat of this day. Snow visited a couple of shops to browse randomly, maybe buy some trinkets or something every once in a while.
He wouldn't realize it, but the l'Cie was waiting for something. Something to give him a Focus.
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Out in the open ocean, a rotund whale breached the surface of the water. Following suit were a Sharpedo, a Lanturn and a Floazel. Their de-facto leader, riding atop the Wailmer: Frogadier, one of Wartortle's personal agents. Whereas his leader stood as a violent templar for the liberation of all lesser and abused creatures from humankind, Frogadier himself was far more cool, cunning and representative of the group's diplomatic side.
But then again, in a pinch he could always lead a 'liberation' operation of his own. Wartortle wouldn't complain about that.
"So, Frog, what's the plan now?" Lanturn asked genuinely and with a bit of concern. "You've been looking a bit sour since that bunny slipped by-..."
"That I am," The ninja frog admitted plainly, not bothering to disguise said annoyance in his voice. He didn't normally get like this, most anyone could testify to. But between the Lopunny Prime's apparent refusal and that damned Lapras still standing well against them, Frogadier was starting to get particularly bothered.
The torpedo shark spoke up with a naturally rough tone, "Y'know, that was totally Lapras's fault there. If he's getting to be that much a problem, we could always-"
"Perish the thought," Frogadier commanded, with a hint of disgust. The other Pokemon did well to be reminded of their promised oath in the PLF: not to bring their own kind to harm. The truth behind Frogadier's sickened tone, however, was for the oath itself, not the implications behind it. How he indeed wanted to gut that rebellious snake with the promise it would never interfere again, but Wartortle's will was stronger. He had to approach this differently: and luckily enough, he already had.
"That's not to say, however, that we won't be distributing our brand of retribution," The leader said in a sly drag, catching the other Pokemon's attention. Their faces lit up (literally, for Lanturn) at the prospect Frogadier had just suggested. Perfect.
Floatzel rubbed his paws together menacingly. "So you got another operation lined up for us, huh, Boss?" While Sharpedo know how to be brutal, Floatzel was definitely the most willing to fight for the PLF's cause- if mostly for getting to kick the crap out of those filthy humans.
"I believe so," Frogadier reassured his comrades, "We need but one last factor to the plan-"
"I'm here, I'm here-!"
"And here it is," The frog ninja gestured expectantly, looking over to see a basketball-sized orange orb with a smiley face on it cloaked in a field of green plasma. Behind it was a small blue serpent wearing a waterproof Dataverse Device around it's neck. "So, then... Tell us what you found, Rotom."
"Yup, yup!" Rotom piped up, zipping and sparking excitedly. "That bunny we saw, right-? She been sending tweets! I saw two of them, she was talking to a couple of other guys! Guess, guess what? They were HUMANS! She was all like 'Thanks so much I owe you' and all sucking up to 'em and like- y'know!?"
Among the jumble of words that the hyperactive Rotom spewed out, the squad of Pokemon very much noted the mention of humans. Several muted mumbled between them moved to confirm that the Lopunny had been spending time with humans before she went to Cinnabar - long enough to owe them a debt. And with how debts were keen to be repaid...
"It's obvious, you can see," Frogadier announced to them, "Lopunny had been allowed to socialize with humans, enough so that they have corrupted her ideas of humanity. And with how rare Pokemon Primes can be, having such a thing happen is unacceptable for us!" The frog's words seemed to ring truth for the fellow liberators, and fury began to spark in their eyes. If the humans were capable of convincing Pokemon to take their sides, then it was possible that the PLF would not be able to recruit any more incoming Pokemon, especially Primes!
Frogadier turned back to Rotom. "One final detail- do you know where these humans in question are?"
"OPS says they're on Costa del Sol!"
"Then it's settled. We have our next target; time to rally up and give those miscreants what they deserve," The frog ninja declared, earning a united cry of agreement from his comrades. Within a fleeting second, the squad all disappeared below the sea's surface, leaving just the ambience of splashing waves as any indication they were ever there.
After the bunny creature had been semi-properly introduced to the rest of the men at the bar, she found herself exposed to the idea of the Dataverse. Lopunny seemed to have some familiarity with the idea, and once she had formed a device of her own (the fact that she was a Prime didn't particularly ring any sort of note to Snow) she tried to mess around with it. Seeing as how she was having a bit of trouble with her stubby paws, the l'Cie picked himself off of his stool to help, slinging his coat over a shoulder.
Between Doom Guy and Snow's efforts, Lopunny was a given a sort of small tour of how the Dataverse Device worked and what could be done with it. The two of them even gave the rabbit their own contacts; this happened to be be the first time since entering the bar that Snow actually thought to announce his name ("By the way, my name's Snow... Snow Villiers,").
It continued on in a sort of blur. The tall blonde remembered chuckling a bit at the buff soldier's strange lunch, watching him wolf it down hurriedly just to be done with it. He must've not wanted to stick around any more, as Snow also recalled raising a sort of toast to Doom Guy with what remained of his drink. Snow himself was somewhat the same, paying as soon as he was finished and nodding in respect to the house as he left.
The man simply resumed wandering aimlessly, the alcohol now just a small, aching buzz in his head. He still held his longcoat over his shoulder and his cap in a pocket, in hopes he could keep cool in the heat of this day. Snow visited a couple of shops to browse randomly, maybe buy some trinkets or something every once in a while.
He wouldn't realize it, but the l'Cie was waiting for something. Something to give him a Focus.
-----------------
Out in the open ocean, a rotund whale breached the surface of the water. Following suit were a Sharpedo, a Lanturn and a Floazel. Their de-facto leader, riding atop the Wailmer: Frogadier, one of Wartortle's personal agents. Whereas his leader stood as a violent templar for the liberation of all lesser and abused creatures from humankind, Frogadier himself was far more cool, cunning and representative of the group's diplomatic side.
But then again, in a pinch he could always lead a 'liberation' operation of his own. Wartortle wouldn't complain about that.
"So, Frog, what's the plan now?" Lanturn asked genuinely and with a bit of concern. "You've been looking a bit sour since that bunny slipped by-..."
"That I am," The ninja frog admitted plainly, not bothering to disguise said annoyance in his voice. He didn't normally get like this, most anyone could testify to. But between the Lopunny Prime's apparent refusal and that damned Lapras still standing well against them, Frogadier was starting to get particularly bothered.
The torpedo shark spoke up with a naturally rough tone, "Y'know, that was totally Lapras's fault there. If he's getting to be that much a problem, we could always-"
"Perish the thought," Frogadier commanded, with a hint of disgust. The other Pokemon did well to be reminded of their promised oath in the PLF: not to bring their own kind to harm. The truth behind Frogadier's sickened tone, however, was for the oath itself, not the implications behind it. How he indeed wanted to gut that rebellious snake with the promise it would never interfere again, but Wartortle's will was stronger. He had to approach this differently: and luckily enough, he already had.
"That's not to say, however, that we won't be distributing our brand of retribution," The leader said in a sly drag, catching the other Pokemon's attention. Their faces lit up (literally, for Lanturn) at the prospect Frogadier had just suggested. Perfect.
Floatzel rubbed his paws together menacingly. "So you got another operation lined up for us, huh, Boss?" While Sharpedo know how to be brutal, Floatzel was definitely the most willing to fight for the PLF's cause- if mostly for getting to kick the crap out of those filthy humans.
"I believe so," Frogadier reassured his comrades, "We need but one last factor to the plan-"
"I'm here, I'm here-!"
"And here it is," The frog ninja gestured expectantly, looking over to see a basketball-sized orange orb with a smiley face on it cloaked in a field of green plasma. Behind it was a small blue serpent wearing a waterproof Dataverse Device around it's neck. "So, then... Tell us what you found, Rotom."
"Yup, yup!" Rotom piped up, zipping and sparking excitedly. "That bunny we saw, right-? She been sending tweets! I saw two of them, she was talking to a couple of other guys! Guess, guess what? They were HUMANS! She was all like 'Thanks so much I owe you' and all sucking up to 'em and like- y'know!?"
Among the jumble of words that the hyperactive Rotom spewed out, the squad of Pokemon very much noted the mention of humans. Several muted mumbled between them moved to confirm that the Lopunny had been spending time with humans before she went to Cinnabar - long enough to owe them a debt. And with how debts were keen to be repaid...
"It's obvious, you can see," Frogadier announced to them, "Lopunny had been allowed to socialize with humans, enough so that they have corrupted her ideas of humanity. And with how rare Pokemon Primes can be, having such a thing happen is unacceptable for us!" The frog's words seemed to ring truth for the fellow liberators, and fury began to spark in their eyes. If the humans were capable of convincing Pokemon to take their sides, then it was possible that the PLF would not be able to recruit any more incoming Pokemon, especially Primes!
Frogadier turned back to Rotom. "One final detail- do you know where these humans in question are?"
"OPS says they're on Costa del Sol!"
"Then it's settled. We have our next target; time to rally up and give those miscreants what they deserve," The frog ninja declared, earning a united cry of agreement from his comrades. Within a fleeting second, the squad all disappeared below the sea's surface, leaving just the ambience of splashing waves as any indication they were ever there.