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Post by Wrath on Jun 27, 2009 12:18:21 GMT -5
Success. Damn straight.
Such was the first thing that came to Paul's mind when he saw the devastation unfold before him. Well, devastation for his opponent. So for him, it was the best kind. His plan had worked. Granbull had succeeded and, quite surprisingly, Silver hadn't failed with his command either. Hmphh. It really was a day full of firsts and surprises. No, more likely it was only because Silver was using the Man's Pokemon. That made a great deal more sense.
It had been tough for a while, seeing as the Man's Pokemon were trained to work together, and Paul himself was trained not to work with anyone, but a win was a win.
While Paul had hardly reacted outwardly to acknowledge the defeat of Kingler and Machamp, Granbull was going to take full advantage of the opportunity. He stood up on two legs, and let out a howl that was both triumphant and mocking toward his fallen foes. Unfortunately, the two were almost instantly returned to their Pokeballs, and thus they didn't get to hear much of the canine's cry. However, Granbull cut the howl off when he heard his Master speaking. Or really, his old Master. He was being...given to that demanding purple haired boy?! Granbull let out a whining growl of protest, however this sound too was cut off as he was suddenly enveloped in red light.
"Gran! GRANNNN!" He snarled, resisting futilely as he felt himself being pulled back into the Pokeball, but soon he was safely returned, and Paul was holding the angry canine in his hand.
Paul eyed the ball containing his new Pokemon for a moment before clipping it to his belt. Granbull was strong, but disobedient. Damn. That meant he had to hold on to Reeper for a while longer.
He set that train of thought aside, however, to listen to the Man. Paul didn't thrive off recognition or praise, but he had to admit hearing the Man call his work (And Silver's, admittedly. Whatever.) 'impressive' felt good. He didn't show any emotion however, not even sparing a glance at Silver before moving after the Man, hands never leaving his pockets.
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Post by Dragon on Jul 1, 2009 11:53:53 GMT -5
There was little need for Giovanni to turn around -- the Leader of Viridian City Gym was absolutely certain that the child in question was following close behind. A cruel smirk played across the man's lips. While the results he had been looking for had taken a precious amount of his valuable time to achieve, they were indeed worth their weight in gold. Both trainers demonstrated a sense of determination, strength and demand for dominance that was simply too delicious to ignore. And now that they had proven themselves worthy through battle...it was time to draw them even farther down that dark and perilous path of greed.
As her Master reached the door and began to unlock it, Persian took an uninterested seat and glanced back at the purple-haired trainer. Yellow eyes blinking, she released a large yawn, properly showing off two long rows of glistening ivory teeth and her opinion concerning this entire matter. Shaking off the sensation, tail flicked before turning back to the only person who could keep the great cat's attention. While bored, she was not about to question what her Master was doing in the slightest.
A soft -click- made way, Giovanni opening the door and ushering Paul into a sterile, enclosed space. Closing the door once again, attentions were brought to a brightly colored panel where a single button was quickly pressed. Immediately, the room (or as it was now apparent, the disguised elevator) began to descend, Giovanni folding his arms behind his back and looking towards the surly trainer with an eye of curiosity. The boy's reactions to this were now crucial -- he would have to be convincing without error.
"You once stated upon our meeting that the Viridian Gym looked abandoned, that there was no possible way for such a facility to currently be in training. Your victory motivates me to display otherwise." The voice was even and laced with superiority. Smirking and pulling himself tall, the elevator came to a halt, Giovanni opening the door before them to reveal a small balcony overlooking --
An underground facility. The space was nearly twice the Gym if not larger, several elemental areas laid out across the expanse with several professional obstacle courses built into each area. Looking out from the private box, a team of scientists could be seen working with a pair of Tauros, the bull pokémon in heated battle with each other upon an arid looking field. Upon his entrance, the men looked up and acknowledged Giovanni with a nod before turning back to their work.
Loyalty. He demanded it. Crossing his arms at the greeting, attentions were turned back to the purple-haired trainer. "It would be ignorant of me to say that I am not impressed with your skills as a trainer. Therefore, I will only say this once." Eyes narrowing upon Paul, Giovanni drew himself up in a most powerful manner. "People are like pokémon. The majority of them weak, worthless. Others are worthy of training. You are strong...but I can make you stronger." A vicious smile of approval crossed the man's lips at these words. It was such a tantalizing offer, one that Paul had asked immediately upon their first meeting. However, Giovanni was not about to give this dog such a tasty bone without a fight. "Your partner also showed potential. Tell me, Paul. What makes you more worthy of my time and training?"
Beg for power, child. Show me how far you would go to take what is rightfully yours.
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Post by Wrath on Jul 12, 2009 17:26:56 GMT -5
Paul showed no emotion as he followed Giovanni, and he maintained his steely, unperturbed expression until they entered the odd room. Mild curiosity softened his expression, beady eyes opening a touch wider than before, before they shut quickly several times in the form of a succession of surprised blinks as the entire room began to descend.
He couldn't help but give a very slight grin at Giovanni's first statement. Paul had proved himself, and he was being rewarded. And judging by the fact this elevator was carefully disguised, he was seeing something not many others had the privilege to.
In the few moments before the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Paul was considering how very unlikely all of this was. The Gym Leader who's never around shows up out of the blue and Paul gets involved in a double battle with him, of all things, and defeats him with borrowed Pokemon, then gets brought down into some secret part of the Gym. All in all, it was like something out of a movie. It was exciting. Paul felt an uncommon, legitimate thrill go through him, and for once one that didn't involve violence.
But fuck that, the doors were opening. Paul hastily shoved all of these thoughts aside, moving forward onto the balcony overlooking the secret battle facility. He leaned against the rail, fingers closing around the metal bar so hard the his knuckles went white. Black eyes hungrily took the sight in, lips curving maliciously upwards. Varied elemental zones for practice battling on every terrain, obstacle courses for perfecting technique... Eyes locked onto the two fighting Tauros, watching them with apparent focus, however, his thoughts were elsewhere. He could train here. He would. Hell, even Reeper was bound to toughen up after a bit of time spent here.
He respectfully turned back around to face Giovanni, releasing the railing and composing his expression. The dark, hungry look in his eyes remained, however, his obvious lust for power unmistakable. Paul listened closely to the Man's words, eyes narrowing as he brought himself up, somehow making Paul feel like a mere child before him. The purple-haired boy smirked. That was what he wanted. The authoritative aura, the commanding air...
Yes, so many people were weak, just like so many Pokemon. They were wastes of space, and nothing more. He was of the same opinion, but somehow to have the Man agree with his point of view felt...satisfying. Not many had the right idea like Paul, and apparently the Man, did. He was meant to train here. To become stronger. Hands clenched into fists by his sides, a dark happiness filling him. Nothing would stop him from getting his way when it came to this. Nothing. And then, someone that potentially could have gotten in his way was brought up.
Paul's expression suddenly became harsh when his partner was mentioned. He growled in the back of his throat, straightening his back and lifting his chin proudly. The display, in his opinion, paled in comparison with the Man's own ability to command attention, however, it did its job, and Paul managed to look disdainful and proud simultaneously. This was a challenge, obviously, and Paul was going to rise to it. Literally and figuratively.
"I came up with the idea that led to Machamp and Kingler being defeated," Paul began in a low voice that nonetheless managed to be stuffed full of malice and anger. This was true. A fact, soon to be backed up with statements that were decidedly less factual, if not still completely true.
Paul's voice raised in volume, but not enough for it to be considered shouting. If anything, now he was speaking normally, though his tone was still just as aggressive.
"He's nothing. I actually want to be trained by you. I'll listen to your every command and, do whatever you ask of me," He never had, and normally never would, say something like this out loud, but this was a chance he wasn't going to let get away. The Man deserved respect and it was true, anyway. Besides, if Paul needed to act and talk like his bitch for the time being so he could get trained by him, it was just about as necessary as having a boat to cross an ocean. Because even though he was worthy of respect, the Man was just a means to an end. The end being Paul's eventual dominance of everything and everyone.
"You already admitted I have potential. And even if...Silver does too, you can bet I have more," It was spoken like a fact, and in Paul's mind, it was.
Nothing was going to keep him away from something he wanted, and he wanted this. No damned red-haired bastard was going to snatch it away.
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Post by Dragon on Jul 15, 2009 21:52:10 GMT -5
Game. Set. Match.
".....heh."
A grunt of extreme approval was given, Boss Rocket coarsely folding his arms and pulling his chin quite a bit higher than before, achieving a defining arch of power and immediate command. Once again, Paul was demonstrating that delicious subservience he had witnessed before -- the undying need to demonstrate loyalty so that true power could be obtained. The need that would drive him to do anything, be anything. Such a possessive drive the boy had...so incredibly rich and perfect. Lips curved maliciously upwards into a knowing smile before the silence surrounding both figures was torn away with razor sharp observation.
"And you truly believe that?"
The bitter intentions residing on his tongue were enough to leave Giovanni standing with a cold grin etched across his lips, eyes narrowing with curious prospect upon the purple-haired trainer. Arms refused to remain crossed for the moment, one nonchalantly tucking into the pocket of his blazer as the other palm worked itself contentedly into a patch of malleable skin and fur just behind Persian's ear. Contact stirring the large cat into some semblance of life, she closed her eyes and purred in rhythm with those strong, silent fingers.
The statement itself was deadly. A double-edged knife poised at the boy's throat to inflict worry, doubt. Boys so love to believe the fact that they are large and in charge, playing in a man's world without a consequence in the world. Foolish, every last one of them. Paul was no different, but he played the part so well...so very well indeed.
"...So be it. Prove your loyalty to me and wait here. You will be summoned once other matters have been dealt with."
Pulling his hand out once more, a small signaling device was pressed into Paul's hand with obvious authority. Giving the trainer an eye of extreme scrutiny, Giovanni finally scowled in approval before turning back to the elevator, abandoning Paul to the lookout point with no other entrance or exit save the obvious doorway.
Although she wished to return above with her Master, Persian remained in her seated position, looking up at Paul with narrowed, yellow slits. Tail flicking this way and that, the massive cat obviously knew her duty and performed it well. No lowly grunt would be causing trouble under her vigilant gaze.
One door closes, another door opens.
Giving a vicious chuckle within the silent confines of enclosed space, Giovanni considered his success thus far. One of two under his thumb. This upcoming confrontation, however...there were several questions that demanded answers. The boy had better be reasonable or face the consequences, and he would be damn sure that debts were paid in full.
Stepping out once again from the elevator into the open arena, dark eyes were immediately trained on the curiously familiar redhead. Back arched in anticipation, raising Giovanni's stature by several inches.
"Your skills are impressive. However, I am far more interested in prior knowledge you divulged. Explain your recognition of myself as Boss Rocket. Now."
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