Apping to roadoftrode, only the muse isn't happy about it (as if she is about anything)

[bandagedbandit]

YOU—

[Oops. Someone's mad. Best shuffle back a bit so you're out of grabbing distance there, because Clarissa looks just about ready to slam some unfortunate sap (ie. her mundane) against the fourth wall until it breaks.]

Who the hell do you think you are to keep messing me around, huh? You're the worst, a real scumbag! Is your head so loose that you've forgotten already? We had a deal! You said if you were sending me to a game I could keep Clefairy with me, and now you're telling me that I can't?

[She pauses, still seething breathlessly: hold up, there are bigger things at stake here.]

No...not just that. That Team Rocket...that my whole life is just one big lie? Is this some twisted game to you? Actually, don't answer that. I'm sick of your bullshit and you're not finishing that app! I'll stop you if it's the last thing I ever freakin' do!

[Really now, Clarissa what are you even going to— Ah. Maybe that's where the writer's block was coming from. ...Well then.]

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[rocket_james]

[He vaguely remembers you from the Rocket Academy, years back.]

Team Rocket is something to be proud of.

[bandagedbandit]

Hm? You're... [...that stupid-looking one with the purple hair from long ago. Clarissa's eyes widen slightly, before she flicks her hair back and places her hands on her hips.]

Damn right it is. But where my mun's sending me Team Rocket never existed at all. The nerve of it, can you even believe that?! I can't imagine a world without Team Rocket...no, I don't want to imagine it. I damn well don't want to live it, either!

[rocket_james]

[Stupid looking? How dare you. He's sophisticated and clever. Not to mention very rich.]

James. I am usually with my comrades in crime, Jessie and Meowth. They seem to have disappeared for a bit. [Raiding a Pokemon Center as usual.]

Who might you be?

[bandagedbandit]

Clarissa, admin rank. [Rocket salute is go!] I'm stationed at Goldenrod City. Or I will be until my blasted mun rips my life to shreds, anyway.

[rocket_james]

Admin, hm? Interesting. Nice to meet a fellow Rocket, I must say. [He smiled.] Ah, Goldenrod. That's where the Radio Tower is, isn't it? [Hm, lots of Rockets up there once...radio disruptions. Hehehe.]

[bandagedbandit]

Well I can agree with that—I almost never get to talk to other Rockets anymore, it's a huge pain.

[She gives a small nod.]

Yeah, that's right. Word's been going around base that the higher-ups want something with it but nothing official's been said yet. [Clarissa sighs huffily.] Hope I'm not going to miss anything fun.

[rocket_james]

Your mun should listen to you more. That sounds very unfair. [He frowned.]

Have you heard from the Boss? Does he still talk about us? [Please say yes.]

[bandagedbandit]

The boss? [Now it's Clarissa's turn to frown as she shoots James a disbelieving look.] Are you trying to be funny or have you just been stuck under a rock for the last three years?

[rocket_james]

What? H-hey! I have not. [He crossed his arms.] I've been in the Sinnoh region with Jessie and Meowth. We've been carrying out the Boss's good intentions. Stealing Pikachu and other rare Pokemon. [The same thing they've been trying to do for years.]

[nameissilver]

Wait, what?

[bandagedbandit]

[Oh, it's you. Just the face she wanted to see right now, only not really.]

Yeah, you heard! Laugh it up, go on! I bet you're so damn happy to hear of a world where Team Rocket doesn't exist, huh?!

[nameissilver]

Well, duh, it's only the best kind of world there


[Oh.]

I mean...wow, that sure sucks for you!

[bandagedbandit]

[That first sentence there will find Silver being grabbed roughly by the collar and yanked close. Watch your tongue.]

Sucks? This goes way beyond sucks! My life as I know it is over, brat! Everything was just some stupid dream!

[nameissilver]

[And this is why you choose your words carefully before you utter a single one, Silver. He struggles a little in her very angry grasp.]

Why? How?

[bandagedbandit]

[Her grip doesn't loosen any.]

This thing called the "network"...it's like the internet but you can plug yourself into it. That's what the mun tells me, anyway.

One day I'll flatline while using it and that's when this shitty dream scenario takes place—Team Rocket, Kanto and Johto...dammit, even Pokemon: it's all the result of whatever crap that faulty system shot through my head while I was out of it. And then it's back to whatever boring life the mun has planned for me on that stupid Ark.

[nameissilver]

...what the fuck. That's crazy, how the hell can anyone...I mean, a world without Pokemon?!

[bandagedbandit]

Yeah, it's messed up. But that'll be what's normal for me I guess.

[It's going to be hella strange going back to life without them after her network life, however. Plus she's going to miss her own Pokemon.]

[champ_coordinator]

Don't vent your anger out on your mun. Let your soul rise and spirit rest. Watch the ocean waves, that usually does the trick for me.

[bandagedbandit]

...What? [who is this hippy and what does he want] What're you on about, screwy? Souls and spirits resting? Tch, don't give me that! Venting at the mun is the only way I manage to just about deal with the junk she puts me through!

XD

[champ_coordinator]

Such anger in your soul. Why don't you put your anger in your palms and blow it away. It can help soothe your problems and I'm sure your mun would agree.

I am Wallace. Champion of Hoenn.

She's such a brat, I'm sorry (but not that sorry)

[bandagedbandit]

Eh? Champion? [She stomps closer and leers up at him, squinting into his face.] How does such a whimsical sap end up Champion? I won't believe it!

Re: Wallace just thinks she's an angry, young woman XD

[champ_coordinator]

Whimsical sap? My good lady, I assure you that I trained very hard to become the man I am now. Thorough work and perseverance were needed. Who might you be?

[bandagedbandit]

[...Did you just call her your good lady? Good grief, this guy's so posh Clarissa kind of can't right now.]

But you still manage to spout this floaty junk about...blowing anger away, or whatever? You don't seem like a Champion to me! [Hmph.]

...Clarissa. An admin of Team Rocket— in Johto. [She's guessing someone from Hoenn wouldn't know about their glorious organisation. That's kind of sad in her opinion.]

[champ_coordinator]

It is not junk at all. [He gave her a warm smile.] Let go of your anger and embrace the harmony between Trainer and Pokemon. I am assuming you have Pokemon.

Clarissa? A lovely name. Team Rocket? I have heard of them. [He frowned slightly at that.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She's not deterred at all by Wallace's frown; negative responses to her occupation are the norm, after all. Still, even at this very slight reaction she ups her guard just a little bit—it's always wise to exercise caution around those that are disagreeable about her Team and its ethics. Still, she can't help but break out into a darkly mischievous grin.]

So you have heard of us! I didn't know Team Rocket was known all the way to Hoenn! I'm impressed.