snapandscoot | PUZZLE 005 [GOLDENROD CITY

PUZZLE 005 [GOLDENROD CITY - VIDEO/ACTION]

VIDEO

[[The feed opens to Emmy's smiling face, shaking slightly as she adjusts the camera. She appears to be in a square of sorts, sitting on a bench under a tree.]]

Does anyone out there have any advice for when it comes to visiting the Goldenrod gym for a battle? I've heard the leader is a bit childish, and it sometimes causes problems for challengers. Any hints would be appreciated!

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ACTION

[[Her message completed, Emmy places her Pokegear in her pocket and awaits responses. Nearby, her Machamp and her Pignite are sparring. Occasionally she'll give them a word of praise or a correction, but it's clear her mind is elsewhere.

When replies come in, she turns to the side to answer them, displaying a certain reluctance to show her Pokemon on the Pokegear, focusing the camera only on herself as they spar off to the side.

Emmy isn't usually this disconnected from her Pokemon when they're training, but her thoughts have been heavy for the past couple of days, ever since she engaged in communication with an anonymous Team Rocket member. Whoever the person was, they'd unnerved her with their knowledge of her team and their current statuses. For this reason, she's not broadcasting her training session to the network at all.

It bothers her somewhat, as she hates feeling like this. She shouldn't have to hide her Pokemon; she wants to show them off! But if she's going to have any sort of advantage over this Team Rocket member, she has to keep her team a secret. Especially since they mentioned they'd be targeting her specifically. But why?]]

This is all so horribly creepy....

[[She's zapped back to reality as her Pignite goes rolling past her, the victim of a sneaky throw from her Machamp. Pushing her insecurities to the side, she decides to look forward, smiling as said Pignite manages to jump straight back into the battle. After all, isn't that what she should be doing?]]

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[[You are going to get the most furious yell when you slam her down like that, you

you arse]]

You haven't exactly gotten yours yet either, Descole!

[[And she'll just be bringing her legs up to her chest, before pushing off with her arms and landing neatly on the balls of her feet, arms ready. Quite gracefully, considering how flustered she is!]]

I hope you don't think you've won. I know you're a bit deluded, but that's pushing it.

And why should I continue to bother? You're simplistic enough to take someone telling you to stop flailing like a child as a victory. Although I suppose I shouldn't have expected any differently from you; either way, it's not worth my time if you're going to be this desperate about it.

Come back when the Professor has taught you something worthwhile.

....

[[That will get a furious rush of hot rage flooding through her system, before she....actually managed to restrain the urge to leap at him.

That's what he wants.

It's not worth it. Just calm down.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she straightens up, stretching out her back and looking over at Machi with a smile.

.....who may or may not have been facepalming during that little spat, but. You go girl.]]

Are you sure you want the Professor teaching me anything? If that's the case, I'll soon learn how to beat you without even breaking a sweat.

Maybe then you'll have your own successes to brag about, instead of relying on using him to validate yourself.

His successes are my successes. I don't know why you seem incapable of understanding that.

Helping him is more than enough for me. That's why I'm his assistant. I assist.

No, believe me, I understand what it is you do. At the same time, that doesn't give you the right to claim all of his victories as your own. Go ahead and claim what you've actually done all you want; I really couldn't care less.

No, that's....ugh, that isn't what I meant! I'm not trying to claim his victories as mine, I'm claiming that when he wins it feels like I win too!

You seem to be under the impression that I'm some sort of fameseeker trying to feed off his success! That or I'm painfully insecure and need constant validation!

You're wrong on both counts, Descole. I just want to help the man who helped me. That's all.

My god, you're reaching rather far today. I never said anything of the sort; are you done playing mindreader?

[[ARGH]]

I try to talk to you on an adult level and you throw it back in my face! Fine! Carry on being an indignant child about everything, and see how far it gets you!

[[JUST

STORMING OVER TO MACHI, NOW

UGH AT YOU TOO!!]]

[Eyeroll

of course you can't see it behind the mask but it is the sentiment that counts]

While that was perfectly mature.

What do you want from me, then?!

[[Fine, she'll stop and turn!]]

I know we're not exactly the best of friends but if we're going to be stuck here for god only knows how long, I'd like to think that at some point I'd be able to try and bring a point up to you without getting some juvenile insult as a response!

[[NOT THAT HER REASON FOR HELPING THE PROFESSOR IS SOMETHING SHE DOESN'T TALK THAT MUCH ABOUT, OR ANYTHING!

ugh]]

[He's still looking in your general direction, in a manner of speaking, but he's closed his eyes for a moment. Okay. Let's just. Not start screaming. You want civil? We can do civil.]

And I'd like to think that you would actually bring up points that don't rely on someone reading minds - because as much as I love the fact that I'm supposed to know your motives for absolutely everything you do, and I'm sure you enjoy thinking that you know all of mine, that isn't the way it is in either case.

[...OKAY, THE LEVEL OF CIVILITY IS ARGUABLE BUT IT'S AN ATTEMPT]

[[....she appreciates that you're trying, alright.]]

Then I'll try to be more straight-forward, if you'll actually start listening.

....we Londoners should stick together, you know. At least, while you're behaving yourself.

...well, while we're all being straightforward and trying this listening thing, what in the world brought that on?

[No, really, Emmy, that was from right the fuck out of nowhere, do you want to try again]

Do you disagree with me?

[[NOT ANSWERING THAT.]]

Did you just tell me you were going to be more straightforward or not?

[...okay wow let's just

calm down]

As it stands, Emmy, of course I disagree with you. We don't get along, for all intents and purposes we hate each other, and we're on opposite sides of whatever field you're trying to lay down no matter how we look at it.

That's what I'm going off of. Knowing that, why shouldn't I disagree with you?

.....

[[Dammit, she has to either be straightforward with you and tell you about the texts or not tell you about the texts and make herself a hypocrite!

And then you'll be mad! And the worst part is, she won't blame you!!]]

....I just had something happen to me that quite...strongly reminded me we're not home any more. It wasn't pleasant and I'd really rather not talk about it, if that's alright with you.

That's why it would be nice if we could at least....be civil with one another, since I know getting along is a bit of a stretch.

[Right. After a moment, he folds his arms, casting his gaze off to the side while he thinks that over.]

I monitor many of the posts that others make - for the reason that you stated: we're obviously not in London anymore. I obviously don't reply to many of those posts, but I do check what's available to the public.

There were images that were sent out recently, by an anonymous member of Team Rocket. You responded.

Does this have to do with that?

....how did you....!!

[[.....she didn't even realise that other people could see those texts. How painfully stupid!]]

...how much of the conversation did you see?

Enough to know why you're disturbed; you stopped responding, after a while, and I can't say that I blame you.

I'm willing to leave it at that, if you still don't want to discuss it.

....I don't mind. I haven't....really discussed it with anyone yet, so.

[[....this is....really weird, but for some reason she's happy to talk about it now that she knows you understand how she feels.]]

But your intuition was right; that's the reason I'm...a bit off, at the moment.

I don't know what to do, and it's...bothering me.

[Hm.]

And how much do you know about the organization as a whole?

....not much, really. Just that they're a very bad pack of people.

And one of their members appears to be stalking me for some reason.

And how many of their members do you know?

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