In a world where no ten-year-old children rose up to defeat the teams that threatened to take over their region, all six organizations worldwide were able to do just that: take over their respective regions. Unsatisfied with control over just their home, however, each set their sights on the mainland – Kanto, Johto, and the surrounding areas – only to find that they weren't the only ones with that same idea.
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Vermillion city was not a place that Killian would ever see himself visiting on a normal day. While he was rather acquainted with places buzzing with people, seeing as how he basically grew up in various ports, he was not accustomed to the liveliness of city life.
Then again, it wasn't as though he was breaking any laws by lingering the streets. While Team Rocket might not like the the lingering of a Team Aqua member - an admin, to top it off - he figured it was no harm done if no one actually knew of his presence. It wasn't like he was screaming his position from the rooftops, and more importantly, he was doing a rather good job with keeping it under wraps for the most part.
He'd turned onto a street that was primarily empty, at least on his side of it, Dmitri keeping up fairly well despite his smaller stature. With a frown, he thrust his hands in his coat pockets and started wandering around more, taking notice of alleyways and other places that could come in handy if the need were to arise.
He doubted that it would come down to that, however.
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 15, 2014 20:35:58 GMT -6
It was very...yellow and orange in Vermillion City. Very bright. It felt like he was in a city of perpetual summer. Though, didn't Sunyshore in Sinnoh have more sun than this? He wasn't sure, but that city was still on his to visit list. He'd like to visit, one day. Unfortunately though, a trip there wouldn't be anywhere in the near future unless he had to make a quick get-away and travel somewhere where he could be safe from hitmen of other teams. Unlikely, considering how careful he was when it came to ensuring that his life would not be ended so soon. Twenty-two was an age at which one was far too young to die.
Team Magma certainly picked a nice city to capture. Although, Artemis wasn't too sure why they picked a port city to take over. Maybe to stop their major rival, Team Aqua, from getting hold of every port and island there was? Or, did they finally admit that the sea was useful in getting supplies to and from regions? Either or, and Artemis wasn't too interested in reasoning. He just wanted to explore.
Pickpocket a few people, too. See if he could find out who was a Magma member or not. Maybe they'd have numbers on their phones, or business cards in their wallets. (Why would they have business cards, Artemis?) Maybe they'd have money. Money was a plus.
Speaking of people to pickpocket - hello, tall dark and handsome over there. Nice oshawott.
Time to act the part of somebody late to work. Artemis sped up, getting into a quick jog after adjusting the messenger bag on his shoulder. Moments later, he accidentally bumped into mr. tall dark and handsome, hand quickly finding a pocket and some item in it. This'll do.
"Aah, s-sorry! I'm late! S-Sorry again!!" A worried, a fake worried mind you, expression on his face, he started running again, mindful of the fact that he was wearing three inch heels and normal civilians couldn't run in boots with three inch high heels. He skidded to a stop just past an alleyway, and backtracked a couple of steps to run down it. Shortcut!
It wasn't as though there wasn't enough space on the street or something, as though Killian was taking up some ludicrous amount and all but forcing the red-head to run into him. He'd made sure people could easily just step around if he was moving too slow, going so far as to take up the furthest side of the street - but, no. Apparently that wasn't enough.
Frown spreading onto his face, Killian released a small, irritated huff as he ignored the apologies sent his way. As he was about to point something out (like, maybe, the sea of nothing between him and the other side of the street) before it occurred to him that this person was in heels. Running. Like an idiot, most likely, probably not thinking that maybe if he had a pair of proper shoes, he'd be able to control where he was going.
No, but seriously, who runs in heels?
Maybe it was needless suspicion, or maybe he was right in being led to the thought, but Killian decided to follow after mister "i wear heels because it's the new cool". Either it was someone who was genuinely late for something, as suggested by the running and rushed apology, or it was someone who'd just lifted an item from his pockets. All he needed was a bit of proof, and as he rounded the corner he reminded himself that he wasn't going to punch anyone if he wasn't certain they deserved it.
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 16, 2014 20:32:36 GMT -6
One clue as to what team Artemis belonged to was how he dressed himself. Lots of reds, and with flair style. Heels were commonplace for Artemis, too. Three inches to elevate him from the height of five foot nine up to six foot. One might think that heels were disadvantageous in fights and, in general really, but man the clicky click sound made you feel more powerful, and made you feel good. Plus, it would really hurt someone to step on their toes with the heel. Running away in heels was tough, Artemis had to admit, but with enough practice you could probably jump off a building and land on your feet as well as you could wearing trainers.
As he rounded the corner into the alleyway, Artemis kept on running until he could turn another corner and throw out a pokeball. Out of it came a trapinch by the name of Clio, looking cheery. "Hey, you wanna hold something for me?" Artemis crouched down, glancing behind himself before back at Clio, holding the wallet out. Barely a moment later and the trapinch had opened its big mouth to envelop the wallet. That was when he heard footsteps in the alleyway.
Crap. Did the guy realise that he had been pickpocketed?
Either way, Artemis straightened up and started quickly walking, faking his breathlessness. It was safer to carry on playing the role of a civilian late for work, even if it was a different person coming down the alley. Meanwhile, Clio was doing her best to act as not suspicious as possible. Sure, a wild trapinch in an alleyway of Vermilion. Maybe it came from Diglett's Cave to enjoy some city life.
There were no precautions taken to make sure that the person he was following had any idea on whether he'd been followed or not. In a way, Killian wanted the other to know, because if his suspicions were correct then he'd (hopefully) be scared for his life about the wallet he'd stolen. However, if his luck continued with it's bad streak, then he'd probably be chasing down either a Team Magma member or an actual civilian who was actually late for work. One way or another, Killian was going to have to take the situation and ride it out.
In all fairness, he was supposed to be a tourist. It was probably obvious that he wasn't born at all in Vermillion City (because, in all honesty, he dressed like a man from the sea and he wasn't exactly walking around like he knew the place all that well), and in a way it was equally as good for him as it was bad for him.
That and he had a ticket booked for leaving by tomorrow afternoon. He hated Vermillion City.
With a Dmitri by his side, bouncing along happily as though he was completely unaware of the dangers of following after a completely unknown man, Killian made his pace at a more brisk walk in efforts of catching up. "Be prepared for a scuffle, Dmitri," lowering his voice, he didn't want to imply that he'd be starting anything, but he sure as hell knew that he'd end up finishing it.
Then, once he was close enough, he paused. "You- With the heels!" As Dmitri scampered ahead, most likely to check out that Cool New Trapinch who'd caught his attention, Killian made sure to close the distance between him and the redheaded stranger. "Stop for a second, I need to ask you something."
He was prepared to chase if Artemis took off. After all, a guilty man always runs.
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 19, 2014 16:20:18 GMT -6
"You- With the heels!"
That phrase - "you with the heels" - was going to end up being one of those running gags in a tv show. He had heard it a couple of times before in his life, and while it did feel insulting to only be defined by his heeled boots, he had to admit it was kind of funny. Falling to a stop upon hearing the shout - because he would seem all the more suspicious if he kept running - Artemis started to bounce on his toes, itching to "get to work on time."
"H-Hey, look I'm sorry about bumping into you. I'm just really late for work and if I'm late again they're going to take it out of my pay and- and-" Breathe. Playing the part of someone who had ran a few blocks, Artemis kept his breathing heavy. After a moment he leaned forwards, a hand on his waist as he tried to catch the breath that he didn't really need to catch.
Then he decided to fake falling forwards. Maybe he could distract the guy from the fact that he was the one who pickpocketed him by pretending to be exhausted and about to faint.
"Save it." He wasn't interested in the story. Instead he moved to push Artemis to the wall, hands secured steadily at Artemis's shoulders to hold him there. He decided to go with the 'bluffing' card, immediately jumping to some form of aggression that was sure to work in his favor. If he acted like he was certain Artemis did something wrong, then he'd have more of a chance of squeezing the guilt out of him like a squashed grape, right?
Murderous frown on his face, Dmitri was sure to fix Clio with something of an Oshawott equivalent. "You stole something from me when you bumped into me, where is it?"
He wasn't interested in listening about how Artemis was late for his job, how he was going to be docked if he was late again. Quite frankly, he couldn't care less. What he wanted was his money back, and for this person to learn that maybe he shouldn't just steal from everyone he hopped up upon.
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 20, 2014 17:44:48 GMT -6
His story was cut off by the short and simple words of "Save it." Before Artemis even had a chance to reply, hands were on his shoulders and pushing him against the wall. He widened his eyes, putting an expression of concern on his face as he stayed still, pretending to be completely unsure as to what to do. After all, he was just a civilian that was late for work, right?
Though, he might need to start struggling because he did not like that murderous look directed at him.
Panicked tone to his voice, his voice going higher with it out of - fake - desperation to be seen as, well, not a pickpocket, Artemis half waved his arms around in an attempt to emphasise his point. "I didn't steal anything! I couldn't even steal a cookie from the cookie jar when I was a kid!" Well, that was actually kind of true, but that was only because he was allowed to have a cookie whenever he wanted. His father was pretty laidback for a parent. "I've got nothing of yours!"
Clio meanwhile, was ambling along over to a dumpster. There was an attempt to shove herself in the gap between it in the floor, but it failed due to her head, so she settled for wandering around to the back of it. Completely ignoring the oshawott.
Somewhere deep down, Killian felt a little bad for what he was doing to this person. First off, he didn't even know the redheaded man, and for all he knew he was assaulting a truly victimized civilian, and somehow this was all going to end up looping back to how Killian was an evil man at heart. Or something.
"It's the oldest trick in the book. You bump into someone, you take their wallet, and before they even notice you're gone." He made an attempt to shove Artemis harder against the wall, hoping that his shoulders collided in that uncomfortable way. "I'm not falling for it this time. So, where is it?"
Operation: Scare "it" Out of Him was not working.
Dmitri, on the other hand, was being as thorough as ever. The Trapinch, in this situation, was a person of interest, an accessory to the crime. Dmitri was dedicated to squeezing the truth out of him like the capable detective he was - a true police man at heart. Killian could give the bad cop round-about, but they both had to know that Dmitri acted alone. A lone wolf.
So, he settled for waddling after Clio, except this time he was determined to get her attention by tapping Clio's shoulder... area.
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 21, 2014 18:38:18 GMT -6
Fixing the most 'what the fuck are you talking about' (water u docking aboat) expression that he could muster on his face, Artemis just kept his eyes on the other man, his hands frozen as though he was shocked into becoming completely frozen. But then he yelped, his shoulder blades colliding painfully with the wall. "Where is it? I don't know! It must have fallen out of your pocket because I don't have it!" Fall for it, please.
Meanwhile, Clio had succeeded in trotting to behind the dumpster, and started to shuffle her way through some rubbish, seeing if she could find anything good. While this was an act - in her mind anyway, it would seem to humans that she truly was a bit of a weirdo and a ditz - she did honestly feel curiosity quite a lot. Maybe she'd find something in the rubbish. But her shoving of old soup cans was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder, leading her to stop and look at the Oshawott, and then blink, sit down, and give him a smile...well, as much as a smile a Trapinch could give.
Artemis on the other hand, was starting to wonder if he could scare the man off. How? "If you let go of me right now I won't press charges. I'll call the police on you if you don't." Like that. A threat. Hopefully, the guy wouldn't go through his pockets and take his phone and break it to prevent him from calling the police. That would be really annoying.
No, this had to be an act. There was no way in hell that he just misplaced his wallet. Killian wasn't that forgetful, that he was sure of, and it wasn't like someone else had stolen it or something. He wasn't a fool, and quite frankly, he was Very Offended that Artemis thought he could get away with such a sloppy act.
Or, that was the facade he was currently attempting to throw on, and so far it seemed to be working. The redhead was sticking to his story like glue, but Killian had a feeling that it was just a matter of time before he shook it out of him - literally, if he kept having to slam Artemis's shoulders against the brick wall. It looked (and sounded) painful enough, and somehow that made his frown deepen.
His voice lowered to something just above a whisper. "Do you even know who I am?" It was worth a shot. Maybe it would scare this guy into thinking he was some bigwig somewhere that was more than willing to press charges against him.
Though, for safety precautions, Killian moved a hand to search for Artemis's phone. That would make better use in Killian's pockets for sure.
"Go ahead and press charges. It'll make you look great when the police find my wallet in your possession."
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 21, 2014 19:29:01 GMT -6
If he wasn't careful, he was going to start laughing about the situation. If you thought about it, Artemis's story did actually have an element of truth in it - he didn't actually have the wallet. Clio did, and was doing her best to keep it hidden in her maw. She wasn't going to be opening her mouth any time soon. Therefore, Artemis was, in a sense, safe.
A whisper, and Artemis found himself leaning a bit further forward to speak in a volume close to the other man's. "Some random paranoid schizophrenic that decided to attack me." He was being completely serious - no he wasn't, actually. But for the sake of his act, he was being serious. But then the distance between his and the other man's faces lengthened as Artemis leaned back, voice at normal volume. "No I don't know who you are. Am I meant to?" Widening his eyes in fear, he shrank back into the wall. "Oh Arceus please tell me you're not part of one of those criminal teams." He could feel the need to laugh about the situation, so he started to hold his breath.
Now he was being searched. If the guy had any sense, he'd also search for his wallet. "How about you search me for your wallet instead of my phone, because I don't have it!"
If Artemis laughed, Killian would only get more upset.
"Oh you damn well should." Grasp at straws, pull the closest one that makes the most amount of sense. "Magma, to be exact. One of the admins. I don't particularly stand for being stolen from, either." If this didn't scare the civilian into giving him his wallet back, then Killian was going to have to call truce or something. Apologize later or something.
Dmitri, on the other hand, was trying to question Clio. Person of interest, accessory to the crime, and possibly worse charges were in the fate of the little orange pokemon. What sort of mysteries laid behind such a hard, orange exterior? One could only wonder.
Well, because that was too easy. But, that's exactly what Killian did - continue going through Artemis's pockets to pull out whatever sort of items were held within. There was nothing safe of his hands, what was for sure.
Post by artemis reinhardt on Oct 21, 2014 19:57:49 GMT -6
Oh no. He was so scared.
Just kidding. This was the exact kind of situation he loved getting into. It was dangerous - well, not as dangerous as some other things - and it gave him that adrenaline rush he so loved.
Magma, huh? An admin? Nice information. Though, Artemis couldn't help but feel that something was a little off about it, but he'd pick at it later. "S-Shit, Magma?" Bunch of dorks, but destructive. Maybe not as destructive as Team Aqua, though. "H-hey, look, I haven't stolen from you. I don't have reason to steal from someone!" He actually didn't. He did it for the kicks.
As the supposed Magma admin started pulling out the contents of his trouser and coat pockets - wallet, iPod, earphones, phone, lollipop (why did he have a lollipop in his pocket?) - Artemis kept playing into his part, shifting around uncomfortably but trying not to stop the man from searching his pockets. He had nothing to hide, right?
A name was asked for. Artemis went for the easiest, going for the yang to his yin - much like how the other man did so for his team, but Artemis had no knowledge of that. "Apollo. And I'm not a thief so stop calling me that!"
"Yep, Magma." Destructive, arrogant, unorganized Team Magma. What a disgrace, that he was forced to now pose as one of their own - and admin no doubt, but he didn't have the feel of a grunt or elite. Being an admin in his own team for as long as he had, it became a habit to carry himself with authority.
"I'm not buying your little story, thief." The frown on Killian's face seemed to grow. "And it's insulting that you'd think I'd have fallen for it up to this point. I'll give you props though, you did stick to it for a long time." Bluff. It was the best he could do at the moment - after all, wallets just don't go missing out of the blue, and honestly, he really wasn't convinced in the slightest.
The contents of "Apollo"'s pockets were virtually worthless, but Killian sifted through them anyway. He looked uncomfortable, but then again he was forced to be in this situation in the first place. Killian should have felt worse about it.
"If you're not a thief, then I'm not a Magma admin." Ironic, since he really wasn't. "If these were different circumstances, Apollo, I'd say it was a pleasure."
