[Game] Lord Windos' PokeRole Adventure: Celadon City Vandel

[Lord Windos]

(Apologies for the loooonnnnggg wait, but I believe I and Reiner have finally figured out what we wish to purchase and how!)

"Yeah, I'll be purchasing some of these wares.  Just give me a sec.  On a rather tight budget, but I have a friend who owes me a favor, so they'll probably cover the cost of one of those suits for me.  Just let me go give 'em a call real quick...I'll be right back."

Let's give Petrel or Proton a call to redeem one of those favors!  *beep boop beep boop boop*  Petrel would be preferable, but hey, if Reiner can only reach Proton...

Grills gave you a firm nod of his head, before he went over to one the walls and leaned against it as you headed back to the front of the shop for the privacy necessary to phone in a Favor from Team Rocket. After pulling your cell out whenever you stashed it, you dialed the top secret number or the Team Rocket Telecommunicator, and after a couple of beeps they promptly picked up and answer in a thoroughly androgenous and uncharacteristic, yet highly professional voice.

"Reiner Arendse, what is the reason for this call? The Boss ordered you on special assignment without assistance until Sunday, so please state clearly why you saw fit to get in contact earlier with this number?"

A swift response about you calling in a Favor from Petrel/Proton earned you the sound of key strokes over the phone, before they responded.

"Confirmed. Routing your call now......"

Who's it going to be? Head: Petrel , Tails: Proton ; (Heads)

Seconds later you heard the line give off beep, signaling that you where now speaking with Petrel over secure comms, which they were quick re-affirm as they enthusiastically greeted you, with only the faintest hints of tiredness and strains carrying over in his tone.

"Reiner, my buddy old pal of mine! What's come up now that required a call on this dark, stooormy night? Nothing too bad, I hope, 'cause you've been riding the metaphorical and literal Pain train far too much lately for both out comforts, and it be nice to here you want to chat with me about all the ways you can take care of a Dragon, you know?"

A pause, before the master of disguise spoke up once more, this time in a more somber, respectful tone he seldom ever uses.

"Heard about what happened with you cousin, Reiner, and I'd like to offer my deepest condolenses. She may have been a Gym Leader opposed to Team Rocket, and had a mean temper that would give Arianna a run for her Poke or just flat out cause her to run, but she was still good family to you, and I absolute hate that you had to do the deed. When you come back to the base and are promoted, we'll take a week's vacation to just relax after all the shit you've been forced to go through, and let you have the time to mourn Clair before the Boss puts you on the grinding wheel. Unless you rather throw yourself into your role as Executive and work out you problems on those cockmany Elders that set you two up for failure, in which case we'll just have a night out a drink ourselves into a stupor after a bad job before we start drawing up the plans, just like old times. Fine with either or, really, so its up to you buddy."

Once more silence resounded over the call, thought this time it was more expectant then pensive.

[Dragonstrike]

Seconds later you heard the line give off beep, signaling that you where now speaking with Petrel over secure comms, which they were quick re-affirm as they enthusiastically greeted you, with only the faintest hints of tiredness and strains carrying over in his tone.

"Reiner, my buddy old pal of mine! What's come up now that required a call on this dark, stooormy night? Nothing too bad, I hope, 'cause you've been riding the metaphorical and literal Pain train far too much lately for both out comforts, and it be nice to here you want to chat with me about all the ways you can take care of a Dragon, you know?"

A pause, before the master of disguise spoke up once more, this time in a more somber, respectful tone he seldom ever uses.

"Heard about what happened with you cousin, Reiner, and I'd like to offer my deepest condolenses. She may have been a Gym Leader opposed to Team Rocket, and had a mean temper that would give Arianna a run for her Poke or just flat out cause her to run, but she was still good family to you, and I absolute hate that you had to do the deed. When you come back to the base and are promoted, we'll take a week's vacation to just relax after all the shit you've been forced to go through, and let you have the time to mourn Clair before the Boss puts you on the grinding wheel. Unless you rather throw yourself into your role as Executive and work out you problems on those cockmany Elders that set you two up for failure, in which case we'll just have a night out a drink ourselves into a stupor after a bad job before we start drawing up the plans, just like old times. Fine with either or, really, so its up to you buddy."

Once more silence resounded over the call, thought this time it was more expectant then pensive.

"...you don't even know the half of it, buddy.  Keep it quieter than even the most silent grave.  We don't need my other cousin to show up as well. Nor do I want our coworkers to know about the specifics of that particular event."

Silence.

"...look, I'm not calling to talk about that right now.  There's a more immediate issue currently.  Namely, that fallout zone.  I don't think I need to remind you why THAT particular issue is worrying, so I need ya to do me a favor and cover the cost of a set of Elite Riot Gear at the Survival Kings stand.  Total of that particular purchase is $25k. And if you've turned up anything at all on what might be going on there, I need to know sooner rather than later."

[Lord Windos]

"...you don't even know the half of it, buddy.  Keep it quieter than even the most silent grave.  We don't need my other cousin to show up as well.  Nor do I want our coworkers to know about the specifics of that particular event."

Silence.

"...look, I'm not calling to talk about that right now.  There's a more immediate issue currently.  Namely, that fallout zone.  I don't think I need to remind you why THAT particular issue is worrying, so I need ya to do me a favor and cover the cost of a set of Elite Riot Gear at the Survival Kings stand.  Total of that particular purchase is $25k.  And if you've turned up anything at all on what might be going on there, I need to know sooner rather than later."

An audible wince resounded across the connection as you brought up you all well too known cousin, as if the mere allusion pained him in some way. "Nooooooooo, we definitely don't need that red head having any reason to make an unschedualed trip to Celadon, 'cause we all will end in up in deep dragon doo doo by the end of it, if you catch my drift. I'll damn well screw a tight enough lid on this to keep from getting out, so mum is the word from here on out!"

...

"......Yeah, but I just wanted to let you know anyway, 'cause you don't have to handle this by yourself. He He He....I know you and opening up 'bout this type of stuff comes as naturally as a spritely Fairy type queing up with the sleepy Poison types, but if you ever talk about it sometime, I'll be right there in a jiffy, with plenty of stiff drink and all the time in the world. What are friend for, if we can't stand by them when they need it?"

Silence for a moment, before he picked right up again in a much more chipper tone and continued like nothing heavy was declared.

"Anyway, you are cutting it rather close to what the Boss considers coverable under a Favor, but I can get you the Poke lickty split. Just wait outside the stand, and I'll send my Gengar over to with the care package. Have to say I'm surprised a stall is carrying premium Imperius Machina tech, but if I recall correctly Grillsby runs that place, so maybe he haggled them of his old army friends somehow. Anyone wearing that sweet gear is pretty much impervious to Radiation and most of what natural and science can through at ya, though, so we got nothing to complain about, am I right buddy?"

(...)

"About that.....I have some good news and bad news about the Nuclear Research Facility. Good news is that its seems that all the reports I could scrounge up about Nuclear Pokémon indicate they are confined to that area, and that nobody but the National Guard is loitering around that place, so you don't have to worry too much about going on a wild goose chase hunting glowing green monsters around the city, and you have free reign of the place once you slip past the cordon they have around that area. Oh, and that I managed to grab the security codes that'll open the gates and front doors of the facility without triggering all the alarms and any defense systems they could afford. That'll make it much easier for you to get into the place without stirring up the wrong type of trouble, but once you are in there you are on your own buddy. Sorry about that..."

"Bad news.....well, I'll be blunt and quick about it: it seems that place wasn't as mothballed as we first thought. Not by a longshot. Turns out that despite the City Council closing things down their officially several years back, it seems like some bigwigs from the Central Tohjo Government Branch and the United League Federation quietly moved in and restarted things under the city's noses a few months later. Been quietly opporated and kept real hush hush ever since until about 3 months ago, when something happened that caused all activity their to grind to a bloody halt. Couple weeks after that the first reports of Corrupt Nuclear Pokémon prowling the streets around the place and near incident and the National Guard swoop in to contain the situation and....well, that's just about all they've been doing actually. Well, 'sides from sending a couple of  recon teams into the place, but from what I read they the first one came back missing a couple of members, and the remaining looking like all the worlds evils came and tore them into like a fat kid and a ham shank, and was  and the other one....they didn't come back at all."

"Since then they've been monitoring the place, and shooting down anything that tries to enter or leave the place unauthorized. So yeeeaaah......something is Wishiwashi with that place before shit hit the fan, and now its become so dangerous that even the National Guard struggling to do more than seal the area.......or they've been ordered to ONLY do that, 'cause I know those guys have bunker busters and enough heavy ordinance they could have easily turn the whole facility into a pile of rumble. Either way, they're doing jack all to fix that mess currently, and if nothing is done about it that whole mess might not be the only thing that could go Critical..... If push comes to shove Team Rocket going to either have to start throwing its weight around to get the job of scrubbing that place clean done right, or pull up and move shop somewhere faaaar away from Celadon, and I can tell you right neither option will make ANYONE happy or better off than before, least of all us. Hopefully you and Mew can do what the feds can't, as otherwise I'm not seeing any endings without a whole lot of drama, death, or dramatic deaths. Take your pick, 'cause they are all equally awful!"


".....That being said, is their anything else you need? Speak now or forever hold your piece, He He He.....yeah, I ain't got nothing that can lighten things up. Damn it all...."

[Dragonstrike]

Spoiler

"Anyway, you are cutting it rather close to what the Boss considers coverable under a Favor, but I can get you the Poke lickty split. Just wait outside the stand, and I'll send my Gengar over to with the care package. Have to say I'm surprised a stall is carrying premium Imperius Machina tech, but if I recall correctly Grillsby runs that place, so maybe he haggled them of his old army friends somehow. Anyone wearing that sweet gear is pretty much impervious to Radiation and most of what natural and science can through at ya, though, so we got nothing to complain about, am I right buddy?"

(...)

"About that.....I have some good news and bad news about the Nuclear Research Facility. Good news is that its seems that all the reports I could scrounge up about Nuclear Pokémon indicate they are confined to that area, and that nobody but the National Guard is loitering around that place, so you don't have to worry too much about going on a wild goose chase hunting glowing green monsters around the city, and you have free reign of the place once you slip past the cordon they have around that area. Oh, and that I managed to grab the security codes that'll open the gates and front doors of the facility without triggering all the alarms and any defense systems they could afford. That'll make it much easier for you to get into the place without stirring up the wrong type of trouble, but once you are in there you are on your own buddy. Sorry about that..."

"Bad news.....well, I'll be blunt and quick about it: it seems that place wasn't as mothballed as we first thought. Not by a longshot. Turns out that despite the City Council closing things down their officially several years back, it seems like some bigwigs from the Central Tohjo Government Branch and the United League Federation quietly moved in and restarted things under the city's noses a few months later. Been quietly opporated and kept real hush hush ever since until about 3 months ago, when something happened that caused all activity their to grind to a bloody halt. Couple weeks after that the first reports of Corrupt Nuclear Pokémon prowling the streets around the place and near incident and the National Guard swoop in to contain the situation and....well, that's just about all they've been doing actually. Well, 'sides from sending a couple of  recon teams into the place, but from what I read they the first one came back missing a couple of members, and the remaining looking like all the worlds evils came and tore them into like a fat kid and a ham shank, and was  and the other one....they didn't come back at all."

"Since then they've been monitoring the place, and shooting down anything that tries to enter or leave the place unauthorized. So yeeeaaah......something is Wishiwashi with that place before shit hit the fan, and now its become so dangerous that even the National Guard struggling to do more than seal the area.......or they've been ordered to ONLY do that, 'cause I know those guys have bunker busters and enough heavy ordinance they could have easily turn the whole facility into a pile of rumble. Either way, they're doing jack all to fix that mess currently, and if nothing is done about it that whole mess might not be the only thing that could go Critical..... If push comes to shove Team Rocket going to either have to start throwing its weight around to get the job of scrubbing that place clean done right, or pull up and move shop somewhere faaaar away from Celadon, and I can tell you right neither option will make ANYONE happy or better off than before, least of all us. Hopefully you and Mew can do what the feds can't, as otherwise I'm not seeing any endings without a whole lot of drama, death, or dramatic deaths. Take your pick, 'cause they are all equally awful!"


".....That being said, is their anything else you need? Speak now or forever hold your piece, He He He.....yeah, I ain't got nothing that can lighten things up. Damn it all...."

"As informative as ever.  Send me those codes pronto."

...

"...yeah, done any digging on that other topic yet?"

[Lord Windos]

"As informative as ever.  Send me those codes pronto."

...

"...yeah, done any digging on that other topic yet?"

"He He, well you know I am the Executive when it comes to intelligence and undercover ops! Not even Archer can hold a candle to the my fabulous skills, no matter how he tries too! I'll send a copy of the codes over along with the care package, as that way you have a written record and don't have to memorize them or waste time writing them down. Ain't I the most considerate?"

(...)

"..........Yes, but that can wait until later. Still need to do more digging on that and wait for the recon team I sent out to New Barktown return with their reports, and you need to focus on sorting out that Nuclear Research Facility to Mew's liking before something sets off that place like a room full of irritable Electrodes. I'll back to you on this ASAP, but until then keep on hanging tight, alright buddy?"

[Dragonstrike]

"..........Yes, but that can wait until later. Still need to do more digging on that and wait for the recon team I sent out to New Barktown return with their reports, and you need to focus on sorting out that Nuclear Research Facility to Mew's liking before something sets off that place like a room full of irritable Electrodes. I'll back to you on this ASAP, but until then keep on hanging tight, alright buddy?"

"Very well.  That's all for now."

Well, that's what little Reiner needed to say, so time to pick up that 'care package'.

[Lord Windos]

"Very well.  That's all for now."

Well, that's what little Reiner needed to say, so time to pick up that 'care package'.

"Roger that, buddy! Here's hoping you survive and succeed in one whole, unglowing piece!"

*Click!*

Presumably you exited the stall and waited for Petrel's Gengar's to make the drop off, and about five minutes later the poisonous spector made its appearance, materializing out of the shadow off the side of the stand with that trademark wicked grin and a small box in hand. He proffered it to you with what you think was a genial smile (you could never tell with it....), and once you took it let out a bone rattling cackle, before they faded once more into the darkness, unseen and unfelt.

You quickly got out of the rain and into the store once more, and promptly opened the box to find three items within: A small velvet bag that contained 5 Nuggets ($25000 Poke total), a Gate Key Card that held the digital codes that would (relatively) safely get you into the NRF, and bottle of high strength asperin. Underneath all these Items was a handwritten note written by the master of disguise, and it simply read as: 'From Petrel, with love! PS: Included some asperin too, 'cause with the stress you've been going through I think you need them more than Proton. Am I not a thoughtful friend~?

After assessing everything and putting away all the sensitive information, you make your way back to where all the Nuclear Survival Supplies are kept, were Mr. Grills is leaning against the wall and reading something off his cell phone, which he puts away as he turned to and silently awaited you choice in merchandise. He'd said his piece on the special stuff in stock, so now it was up to you to decide what you wanted or not.

[Dragonstrike]

You quickly got out of the rain and into the store once more, and promptly opened the box to find three items within: A small velvet bag that contained 5 Nuggets ($25000 Poke total), a Gate Key Card that held the digital codes that would (relatively) safely get you into the NRF, and bottle of high strength asperin. Underneath all these Items was a handwritten note written by the master of disguise, and it simply read as: 'From Petrel, with love! PS: Included some asperin too, 'cause with the stress you've been going through I think you need them more than Proton. Am I not a thoughtful friend~?

After assessing everything and putting away all the sensitive information, you make your way back to where all the Nuclear Survival Supplies are kept, were Mr. Grills is leaning against the wall and reading something off his cell phone, which he puts away as he turned to and silently awaited you choice in merchandise. He'd said his piece on the special stuff in stock, so now it was up to you to decide what you wanted or not.

Reiner just stares at the aspirin for a moment.

...

...well, it'll help with the headache from that botched Confusion, at least...that's about all it'll really help with, though...

...well, enough of that for now.  Back to shopping we go!

"Got some good news for ya, Grills.  You're about to make a killin' in a single transaction.  One set of Elite Riot Gear (25k, covered by nuggets), 3 packs of iodine tablets (6k), 10 Nuclear Balls (7.5k), 3 cans of Rad Repel (3k).  Keepin' it simple (net amount spent: 16.5k)."

(Should leave Reiner with a little over 19k on hand if I did my math right...I did do the math right, right?)

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Reiner just stares at the aspirin for a moment.

...

...well, it'll help with the headache from that botched Confusion, at least...that's about all it'll really help with, though...

...well, enough of that for now.  Back to shopping we go!

"Got some good news for ya, Grills.  You're about to make a killin' in a single transaction.  One set of Elite Riot Gear (25k, covered by nuggets), 3 packs of iodine tablets (6k), 10 Nuclear Balls (7.5k), 3 cans of Rad Repel (3k).  Keepin' it simple (net amount spent: 16.5k)."

(Should leave Reiner with a little over 19k on hand if I did my math right...I did do the math right, right?)

(You did!)

Mr. Grills looked only somewhat taken aback by the large quantity of supplies you wish to purchase, giving you an askew stare as he chew on his piece of wheat thoughtfully, until with a sharp nod of his hand he stuck out his hand to shake on it.

"Not sure why you are gearing up on enough Anti Radiation Items to survive a treck into Tandor's Quaratine Zones, but if you must have a pretty good reason to shell out all that cash without complaint, so I won't ask. Not that I'm complaining, though, especially since your paying me more than I've made in the last couple of days. Still need to eat and make a living between expedition into the wilds, so thanks for the Poke partner!"

Thus spoken, you completed the transaction with the survival business man, and after he went around and retrieved the requested Items and hand them over to you all to you! Well, all except for the Elite Riot Gear, which he delayed handing it off until you packed away the other Items, waving you over to the brown and black striped locker that held it.

"Since you paid the princely sum for it, might as well show off the Elite Riot Gear before its packed away for who knows how long, or give you the chance to change into right now if you want. The city folk here might freak out a bit seeing you strut around in it, but damn if it doesn't make you look and feel like the coolest, toughest son of a bitch their ever was. 'Course I'll let you be the judge of that, so let me just open the locker right up......"

Bewears fiddled with the lock for a bit, before he managed to pry it off and swung the door wide open, letting you gaze upon the craftsmanship of the Imperius Machina with arms crossed and a pleased smile:



If you decided not to wear it, Mr. Grills just shrugs, puts it into a storage Pokeball, and then hands to you! Elite Riot Gear is now yours, to do with to your no doubt dangerous desires!

Business finished, you proceed to leave the store, the manager waving you of with an affable grin. "Thanks for the business, partner, and don't be a stranger now If you need anything else! Have a nice night, and good luck!"

It is now Friday Dusk for Reiner. Do you want to seek out one last Encounter, or head back to the Hotel?

[Dragonstrike]

Sure, we'll try it on for a little while.  If anything, it'll keep the rain off Reiner.

Upon leaving, Reiner gives Grills a friendly salute.  Doesn't have too much more to say, but he's bein' friendly, if maybe a tad gruff.  Grills ain't a half bad guy, it seems.

Well then, back to the hotel we go!

...but not before sending a text to The Merchant requesting 6 Risuko Berries (totaling 9k).  He'd wait for their delivery outside the AV.  Still wearing the bulky armor (yeesh, this is hard to move around in...), but with the helmet off and face camo reverted back to default so she'd recognize him.