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[Those unfortunate souls who thought it would be a good idea to check out the network for news and gossips will find themselves watching a feed filmed at an... odd angle. The room is dark and one probably won't see much except for the person in the foreground -- a pale man with long, white hair, wearing light, silk robes -- a new arrival, most likely, judging by how unamused he looks.]
--talking to a box, that's simply ridiculous...
[... And he's not very tech-savvy, too. Oh goody. A moment of fiddling with the device later, he places the ‘Gear down and gives it a cold stare.]
Tell me where I am.
[Only silence follows, causing the man to frown -- he feels humiliated enough having to ask for assistance in the first place, not to mention by following that "instruction booklet" manuscript, but admittedly, he's run out of any other ideas. So here he is, talking to some box that supposedly should be able to help him.
And yet it doesn't.
When he speaks up again, his voice grows louder and more threatening with every word.]
This certainly is not China; my fleet, my army, my weapons, everything is gone, and on top of that, I have been placed in some pathetic, monkey-like shell. I want answers, and I want them now, now, NOW, NOW!!
[There's a loud thump and the feed shakes a little as the man hits the desk where the ‘Gear is lying with his fist, panting heavily after losing his composure. But he straightens up, his tone back to dangerous whisper.]
... When I find whoever is responsible for this, I will personally make sure they do not live to see tomorrow.
[ action for Team Rocket Goldenrod HQ ]
[Not long after the video feed appears on the network, anyone wandering on the corridors of Goldenrod HQ may stumble upon a man they've never seen before walking-- okay, not walking, more like stumbling really. And who can blame him? This body is weird, and while he's seen creatures similar to it before, he's obviously never had to deal with it himself.
Care to help?]
[Those unfortunate souls who thought it would be a good idea to check out the network for news and gossips will find themselves watching a feed filmed at an... odd angle. The room is dark and one probably won't see much except for the person in the foreground -- a pale man with long, white hair, wearing light, silk robes -- a new arrival, most likely, judging by how unamused he looks.]
--talking to a box, that's simply ridiculous...
[... And he's not very tech-savvy, too. Oh goody. A moment of fiddling with the device later, he places the ‘Gear down and gives it a cold stare.]
Tell me where I am.
[Only silence follows, causing the man to frown -- he feels humiliated enough having to ask for assistance in the first place, not to mention by following that "instruction booklet" manuscript, but admittedly, he's run out of any other ideas. So here he is, talking to some box that supposedly should be able to help him.
And yet it doesn't.
When he speaks up again, his voice grows louder and more threatening with every word.]
This certainly is not China; my fleet, my army, my weapons, everything is gone, and on top of that, I have been placed in some pathetic, monkey-like shell. I want answers, and I want them now, now, NOW, NOW!!
[There's a loud thump and the feed shakes a little as the man hits the desk where the ‘Gear is lying with his fist, panting heavily after losing his composure. But he straightens up, his tone back to dangerous whisper.]
... When I find whoever is responsible for this, I will personally make sure they do not live to see tomorrow.
[ action for Team Rocket Goldenrod HQ ]
[Not long after the video feed appears on the network, anyone wandering on the corridors of Goldenrod HQ may stumble upon a man they've never seen before walking-- okay, not walking, more like stumbling really. And who can blame him? This body is weird, and while he's seen creatures similar to it before, he's obviously never had to deal with it himself.
Care to help?]
