istheindustry | 001. [Video/Action for Goldenrod City]

001. [Video/Action for Goldenrod City]

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[Reaver hasn't had too much difficulty learning how to operate the 'Gear during his (as of yet very short) stay in Johto - really, if a ten-year-old can do it, then he certainly can work out how to do this without screwing it up colossally. Admittedly, he's spent far too long this morning flailing it about and working out how to make screencaptures of whatever the camera on this thing picks up - at this rate, he'll be a proper MySpace-style camwhore in no time!

Prayer circle for your sanity, everyone.

Alas, however, while that day will surely come to pass soon enough, today is not that day; it seems Reaver has a bit more of a pressing matter to attend to this afternoon.]

Well! It really does seem that there are a lot of us here, doesn't it?

[...oh boy. Outside of having that sort of ridiculously oily sort of voice that implies that HE IS A WINNER LET ME TELL YOU no matter what he ends up saying, he actually seems pretty worked up about this whole thing; he's leaning back in what appears to be the most nondescript chair, in what's possibly the most nondescript room in Johto - those who can actually see it around that ridiculous fur-lined coat and are familiar with such places may recognize it as one of the rooms in the Rocket base. He sees no reason to try to hide that at all - yes, yes, that silly handbook said that he should keep quiet about it, ask him if he cares.]

And in the spirit of togetherness and unity and all that, I would like to extend a few...proposals to those who are out there and may have any information regarding this world and how it works. These proposals are as follows -

Firstly! From the amount of you clamoring about weapons, I'm going to assume that this is one of those ridiculous countries that has put a ban on firearms, broadswords and anything that may or may not be sharper than your average butterknife. Should this be the case, the weapons that were confiscated must have gone somewhere - I propose that we locate whatever cabinet they've been shoved in. Anyone assisting me in this endeavor will not be shot upon my pistols being re-acquired! ...assuming that the "assistance" has not been bloody annoying and was actually helpful, that is - I'm not about to give anyone immunity for causing more problems than they solve with their "helping", so I would suggest that you be as useful as possible.

Secondly! I'm going to be the first to admit that I've no idea how any of us have gotten here. That is perfectly all right, as I've faced greater challenges and emerged more than victorious - however, that doesn't mean that I intend to take this lying down. Since I doubt we all know who's responsible for any of this - and if anyone does, don't be shy! Come forward with this information and you'll be rewarded. ...perhaps. ...eventually, assuming that I can obtain gold here, it doesn't slip my mind and you don't complain enough to make me reconsider our arrangement. But! Should no one know, I propose that we do the next best thing: find those in positions of authority and make them talk by any means possible. Any means at all. It may sound barbaric to some of the more...decently-aligned of you, but. Desperate times and all. If it makes you feel better, perhaps you could consider leaving one of their kneecaps intact!

Thirdly! This isn't a proposal, but I would like to know if there's any way to get the pictures taken by this...device of ours off of the device itself! Some sort of...physical copy that's not behind all of this mechanical whatnot. If you know of any way to do this that won't take three months, then believe me, it will be greatly appreciated and you will be among those that won't be shot when my guns are eventually returned!

Thank you for your time and effort, and I expect information as soon as humanly possible - in my experience, it should really take you no longer than ten seconds to come up with some sort of reply, so do get on that, if you will.

[...A WINNER, LET ME TELL YOU.]

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[Well, as fun as that was, there's certainly no point in staying cooped up inside when there are surroundings to get acquainted with. So get acquainted with them he shall! Goldenrod City seems to be quite the large place; though he's remaining fairly close to the radio tower (because he has no idea where he is and he cannot seem to find a light trail - this world is so unhelpful!), he's certainly not being shy about talking to anyone that approaches.

After all, this place still seems rather well-off and in one piece, and the technology and architecture everywhere is...fascinating, actually. Of course, he's still walking around in his usual steampunk-as-shit outfit, obviously minus the guns but complete with thigh holster, walking stick and top hat that's at least a third as tall as he is - and he isn't short by any means already.

Yeah. Uh. Feel free to interrupt the (Literally) Clockwork Orange reject wandering around over there; he'll be grateful for the company.

...perhaps a bit overly so, assuming that you aren't unattractive, but in Reaver-terms you're really only unattractive if you're literally missing half your face or something, and even then...well, something can be negotiated.]

[OOC]

[THIS IS VERY LONG but yes - have Reaver, have a permissions post if you don't know how he operates, have...my apologies for how damn embarrassing he is orz]

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[[Kato is at his lab desk watching this whole affair with amusement; he's seen a few different characters here in Team Rocket but this fellow.....well. He's certainly unique.

When the...monologue, it's definitely a monologue...ends, Kato finds his curiousity is piqued. The man is clearly a Rocket, judging by the fact he's stuck in one of those godawful dorm rooms, so perhaps things could get a little more interesting around here.

....although with the characters he already knows, he's not sure if he can handle any more 'interesting' behaviour.

So he appears on the feed from the hips up, one hand on his side and the other on the desk, gloved fingers drumming lightly against the metal.]]

Which question would you prefer an answer to first, hm?

[...well, don't you look like quite the interesting one; he's running into all kinds today, isn't he?]

Why don't you start wherever you feel is the most relevant. We can work from there.

[[...let's take a journey into Kato's mind....

>most relevant

>were there any questions about bombs
>no? ok, next
>were there any questions about explosions
>no? ok, next
>were there any questions about weapons
>Y!!!

>WEAPONS IT IS]]

If any weapon you brought with you is any more dangerous than a blunt fork, good luck getting it back. You'll need it.

[[Seriously, he has so much shit he'd like back, Johto. Rude.]]

[All right, is he going to need the luck because you simply can't get them back, or is he going to have to do something incredibly stupid in order to impress whomever's holding his guns hostage? Because he's done his share of the latter in his day, he's more or less used to such things being commonplace by now, it's a standard practice in Albion and he will not hesitate to promptly turn around and hire someone else to do it for him!!!

...no, seriously, he hates fetch quests. Hates them, hates them, hates them.]

And do you know who's holding those weapons, by any chance?

No idea. I'm sure they're in some sort of 'holding' area, but I have a feeling it's a place none of us can reach. Trust me; if I knew, I'd be sharing. I have things I'd like back too.

[[Like bombs! Tiny little bombs that float around and then-

...right, he'll stop]]

Why, what are you missing?

A very specific set of pistols - rather valuable, and of a bit of...personal importance, you could say.

[He's seeming rather composed while discussing all of this! Rather composed indeed, actually. At the same time, this is dreadfully annoying, all of it.]

Dare I ask what was taken from you, then?

I wouldn't worry too much. I have a feeling that when you leave this place, you'll get them back. Johto tends to work like that. Observe.

[[Let him take off those glasses and show them to the camera.]]

In my home world these were a very advanced piece of technology, capable of doing a number of functions. Here, they're just a fancy pair of sunglasses.

[[Let him put them back on, then!]]

So I doubt your precious pistols have come to any harm. Johto has just de-powered you. For now.

[[Upon being asked about his specialty....ohoho. Have a smirk.]]

Weapons are my passion, but I specialise in explosives. Bombs of all shapes and sizes, capable of bringing down anything, from buildings to trains to mountains!

[[....alright, calming down.]]

So I understand how you feel. My weapons were taken from me too, but we do what we can. I've just made new ones.

[...honestly, he was pretty much interested from the word go there; first of all, that is an incredibly sleek, streamlined device for one that's supposed to be anything technological, and he can't imagine how it's supposed to work at all, much less what it's supposed to do - there's no space for anything in there, after all.

However, once it comes to the specialty, there...um.]

Aren't you the passionate one! I do have to wonder whether you leave all that vigor with your work, or whether you can be convinced to take it home with you.

[...moving on!]

Specializing in explosives, though...and they've weaponized such things where you're from? I can see where that would be very useful indeed. Are these mechanical creations, or chemical?

[Kato you are his new best friend

for you have taken this six-year-old to the toy store

filled him with sweets

and let him loose with unlimited cash

on Christmas morning]

[[That first comment will get a very amused eyebrow raise, but he'll leave it for now. Aren't you forward.]]

I like to play around with both; chemicals powering the explosion itself, but the device is purely mechanical. So it's a case of the best of both worlds.

[[Let him chuckle a bit, leaning over the bench.]]

And my bombs....they can't be disarmed. Even if you detach it from the base, I get my beautiful explosion. Always.

[[Small...moment of crazy AND WE'RE BACK]]

Are you interested in bombs, then? I'll have to show you my work sometime.

[Just a smidge.]

I wouldn't say it's something I've ever really considered, no...but then, I've never met anyone who treat it as their specialty, either. From the sound of it, I've been missing out on quite a bit.

[He leans forward a bit; at least he doesn't seem bothered at all by the crazyvibes you are managing to send through the device, here.]

Now, why don't you introduce yourself properly, hm?

[[SANE AND RATIONAL

ALWAYS

so it's probably a good thing you don't mind all this blatant sanity here!]]

Dr Kato; I'm a member of the science division who makes weapons. Yourself?

[Kato this man throws private parties involving balverines

and comes across possessed armor in the desert and decides it's a great idea to mount it in his home like some sort of deranged trophy that definitely won't kill him in his sleep

all

this

sanity]

Call me Reaver - head of industry back in Albion, and while I regrettably don't specialize in weapons manufacturing, I have a bit of a talent for putting weapons to good use.

Good with weapons, eh? I always need willing test subjects. Especially those who'll get a bit of a kick out of it.

[[Fortunately his 'tests' are a lot more fun than...well, Gorthans, for example. At least he doesn't terrorize the help.

.....well. Not too much, anyway.]]

Regardless, it's a pleasure. I think you'll enjoy it here.

While I can only imagine the sorts of fun you have in that laboratory, I may have to pass on being a "subject" for any of your more...explosive projects.

However, I can't say that I don't look forward to working with you - you're an intriguing man, I must admit.

[[That actually makes Kato laugh softly, smirking. You know, for a change.]]

A wise, if disappointing move on your part, though the compliment is appreciated. Consider it returned.

[[He pauses for a moment, then, frowning slightly and looking off to the side.]]

Excuse me, Reaver-

[[-and Kato places his hands on his hips, looking to the floor and frowning properly. He stands like that for a moment, before snarling slightly.]]

My apologies; one of my Pokemon has started wrecking the lab again. I usually don't mind-I appreciate his thirst for destruction!-but he has a penchant for my property, and I'd much rather not have him blown to bits when he chews on the wrong piece of equipment.

[[The sour expression doesn't last long, quickly replaced by Kato's trademark smirk. With a polite bow, he turns to leave.]]

Oh, one piece of advice before I go-

[[-and he taps the side of his head.]]

Get yourself a Psychic Pokemon; they're invaluable tools.

[...psychic. Really.

Either way, he doesn't seem too bothered by that; he just smirks again, tapping his fingers lightly against the desk. You stroke his ego. He likes you.]

While I'm afraid the powers of will have never been my area of expertise, I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

Off you go, then, darling - tatty-bye!

[And that will quite simply be that, then!]

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