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Action: At Magnet Rock )


Uh. Hey, folks.

[And there's Kanji's face on the screen, looking rather proud. Not quite as those who know him might recognise it, though. Zig-zag markings in golden yellow sit at the side of his face, and a small one across his nose. His ears have changed, long and pointed, tipped with the same colour - small nicks out of them look almost like battle scars. Compared to this, the blond colour of his hair's nothing...]

Well... Ain't any hiding it, is there? Been dreamin' about this day since I was a little kid... Always wondered what it'd be like. An' ... [he laughs] here we are. Brand new me, huh?
Feels kinda weird, though. Like I'm gonna break everythin' I touch. How long does this take to get used to?

But... [A slight blush starts to creep onto his face, tinting the ends of his ears.] This is kinda awkward. Could someone warp me, uh. An extra large set a' clothes? Only the set I brought don't, uh, quite fit right now... Ma, if you're watchin' this? Sorry 'bout that, but... ya know.

[He lifts a hand to scratch his head, revealing an arm similarly marked with angular patterns in yellow and black that suggest gloves, and black bands bearing short spiky studs that sit around his wrists.]

Maybe somethin' with wider sleeves, too? Guess I know what I'm doin' next week...


May. 12th, 2014 10:44 pm
outtahere: (glancing over shoulder)
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Back in Union for a bit to pick up some stuff for the port. While I'm here, I'm looking for someone to show Multi Telekinesis so he can Sketch it. I'll pay the first person who does for their time.

Aside from that, if anyone wants to help with construction I can still use you. Ain't done just yet.

Banzu out.
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[Audio-Unlisted Warp Band]

[Okay. Normally Sync doesn't hold grudges--the guy didn't even offend him personally, yet. However, he knows the guy's brother, and watching his behavior on the network has been just. Grating, to put it mildly. Plus this is the perfect excuse to see how nicely his mimic skills have developed over the past few weeks. Analysts take note, this can be picked up by them as fake, but unnaturally good, as it will likely fool a great many since Luke fon Fabre hasn't been doing well with the 'common folk'.]

Tch. Listen, and don't go pestering me about it, but I--I needed to get something off my chest. It's been bugging me since I said it. More annoying ... [a beat]

Alright damn it! I was jealous, okay?! I ... I can't wear the mullet like Asch and I wish I looked that cool with it.

((OOC: Sync won't be replying, but feel free to threadjack and such~ Also, Nor has given a blessing to make this post!))


[A few hours after his small prank, Sync is still snickering about it occasionally, but now he needs a job. He took a break from helping Banzu, but he'll either need to get back to it(which he will eventually because he still owes Banzu), or maybe go on an expedition to the Old City and dig for things to find. A perfect place to contemplate destiny is thankfully one of the many benches lining Union while he stares up into the sky aimlessly.]
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Log Deputy: Tonake ([personal profile] at_too_low)
Participating Characters: Banzu, Sync, Blue, Kanji, Ezreal, Red
Plot Description: Banzu needs iron for his boat and has hired a few people to help him get it from the Iron Mines. What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings/Notes: Don't worry about tagging order too much.

Cut )


Feb. 23rd, 2014 12:09 pm
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With everything going on, I think it goes without saying that we should be treating these new visitors with the utmost respect. The reason, however, might not be what one would immediately think of.

Yes, they come from a very different background. Their theology is very different than ours, and trust me when I say I like the idea of using Poke Balls about as much as anyone else. The machines are dangerous. A lot of us were down there, and we can attest for how much they hurt people and Pokemon alike. It seems all too convenient that they want them back and the only offer they give us is a literal display of skill.

I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

If they want their machines back, I think that they should give us something in return. Something material, something that we can use. We've been able to use the machines for good things as far as research is concerned, but it's very obvious that it's just the tip of the iceberg. What are they hiding? Why are they so tight-fisted when it comes to helping us, when it's very obvious we have something that they want?

I'll be voicing my concerns to someone who will hopefully listen in the next few days. If there are other things people want to add to the quickly growing laundry list of things that should be made apparent to the council, voice them now and I'll address them as I can.

[Filtered to friends]

I wanted to let you all know, I might be disappearing for... a while. I'm returning home, for hopefully a short amount of time, to talk to my father. He's a senior member of the council, and it's been mentioned before that they make decisions that might be viewed as... as detached. I don't know what my feelings are on Team Evolution, but I do know this: We shouldn't be giving them everything that they want. I have a feeling that that might be exactly what the council is thinking of doing, and I'm going to plead my case.


Wish me luck.

[Filtered to Fai, backdated to just before Team Evolution's arrival]

Fai, are you in town? I need to talk to you about something, preferably in person.


Feb. 22nd, 2014 12:00 am
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They were noticed a half hour before they arrived.

The Guardsmen atop the city walls, their keen senses trained to observe anything out of the ordinary, had not failed to observe the flight of birds disturbed from their nests and the distant shuddering of trees. The pace was steady. Not of wild Pokémon meandering about, but of something with fixed, determined purpose.

News spread quickly, as it ought. The Council was aware of the situation in five minutes flat, and the guard on the walls surreptitiously tripled in the same amount of time. It didn't take much longer for idle citizens to realize something was amiss, and as the rumors propagated -- There are people coming through the forest! -- so, too, did the number of people thronging at the gate craning their necks to get a look.

They emerge from the forest, their pace brisk and their numbers thirty strong. Many wear attire that is hardy, made for traveling - leather boots, thick wool pants, and long jackets in shades of deep crimson and black. Others, clearly of some higher rank, are clad in suits or other formal wear; a few wear pristine white coats that must have only just been changed. As they approach, most stare coolly upwards at the assembly gathered before them atop the walls of the city.

At their lead stands a man with a mild smile and shaggy red hair. Two others stand close beside him: a young woman in a crisp, fur-lined white coat, sleek black hair pristine and perfectly in place and a gentle smile on her face and an aloof woman with brown hair wearing a sharp suit who appears extremely disinterested in the proceedings.

The company pauses. And there is a long, awkward silence before the man with the red hair takes a step forward. He speaks, and his words, though understandable, have a strange, foreign inflection.

"My name is Rory Donnachaidh. We have come on behalf of our people to serve as a diplomatic presence to your city."

...Another awkward pause.

"...I believe it is appropriate to say - take us to your leader."

He smiles more broadly, as if he's made a joke.


We are Team Evolution.

We represent a group of people with a common purpose - to restore humanity to the peaks it once ascended and to raise up all Pokémon alongside us. We call ourselves Team Evolution for the only path forward for both human and Pokémon is to evolve. When we realized that our signals could be detected no longer, our scouts reported that the reason was human sabotage. Imagine our surprise to learn that a human civilization lay so close to those mountains... But what do I say? You, of course, must all have experienced surprise in equal measures, no?

We have come here for reasons twofold: to establish relations with this city and to retrieve the materials that you have been holding for us. It was a prototype, you see, and we would wish to have it returned.

Of course, we understand that you have little reason to trust us and great reason to drive us away. We will not attempt to enter your city if that is preferred - but we will camp outside, between the forest and the gates, for the space of 10 days, after which we will depart, with or without our materials. We hope you will be willing to speak with us during this time. We would also like to... hold a demonstration to explain our actions, if you and your Council are willing.

Please, come and speak with us if you have any questions. That is an offer extended to anyone in your fine city. I shall personally ensure that any visitors are treated with the greatest of courtesies...

((For approximately 10 IC days, the people of Team Evolution will be camped outside of Union. The next part of this event will require sign-ups. There is an accompanying OoC post to this post here. Please see that post for more details.

Please feel free to use this IC post to talk with the NPCs. All responses here will receive an NPC response.))
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--zo. We gotta find something for work so we can eat. [A chirp, then a black and white Fletchling pokes it face into the screen, staring and tilting it's head. The view is a park area, Sync is out of sight because his arm is stretched out on the back of the bench while Scherzo the Fletchling is playing with the Warp Band.] Well, so I can eat. I won't let you starve, but I didn't think I'd go from doing alright to barely making it. Just a few weeks though. I'm sure something will...Hey! [The Fletchling chirps and spins around, it's tail feathers flicking and it is leaning to try and cover the Warp Band.] You even listening? I gotta have someone to talk this out with. [Two quick chirps, and Scherzo spins around again, leaning in and turning it's head to stare into the feed.] I need a plan, something simple. [chirp] Someone has to need something from one of the outlying areas or the Old City. Maybe I can be a bodyguard. [chirp chirp] A gofer. A treasure hunter? What the hell is so interesting!? [Scherzo glances over his shoulder just in time to see Sync barely peek around, barely showing an eye before the feed suddenly whirs and shuts off with an angry squawk.]


[There is now an annoyed green hair chasing around a Fletchling that sounds just a little too amused while it whistles and manages to stay just out of his way, landing to tease him and jumping ahead a few steps before flying away every time the teen gets close.]
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[Banzu needed to wait for the batch of steel that he'd ordered to be made before he could get started on his project, but that didn't mean that there weren't other materials that he would need. That's why he was at the Salvage Shop, digging through their inventory for anything made of brass or lead. Doorknobs, candlesticks, pieces of flashing from a roof...

The variety of objects that he's picking up is strange and doesn't suggest what he could possibly want them for unless the person watching is familiar with what they're made of and realizes that he's just after the metal. And even then, what could he need that much lead for?]

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