Setting
A large city founded in the Collenham Mountains by Trainers who established that Pokemon do exist in small areas on Terra. The city now serves as a base for transportation between Ruula and Terra.
The city has mostly stone pathways and bridges, being situated around a giant lake, and the roads circle it entirely, providing several good views. Around the city, one can find a Public Market, several small business, and several manors and farms, all aimed at retaining the older feel.
There is no Pokemon Center however, and the traditional Poke Mart is also absent, however, both services that would be provided can be found at alternative places in the city. The Proving Hall provides the biggest tourist draws these days however.
The city has mostly stone pathways and bridges, being situated around a giant lake, and the roads circle it entirely, providing several good views. Around the city, one can find a Public Market, several small business, and several manors and farms, all aimed at retaining the older feel.
There is no Pokemon Center however, and the traditional Poke Mart is also absent, however, both services that would be provided can be found at alternative places in the city. The Proving Hall provides the biggest tourist draws these days however.
Ridgecrest City
A large city that has fallen into ruins with the shadow of Draco's Legion ruling the area with an iron fist. To prevent an invasion, the portal to Ruula has been destroyed...leaving the defenders with no escape.
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Ridgecrest City is a part of 
Collenham Mountains.
6 Places in Ridgecrest City:
32 Characters Here
Bic(Charmeleon) [247]
Ozzy Hendrix [207] Bad Blood
Grace Williams [192]
Verse and the Sand Five [180] Sandslash Verse, and his four Sandshrew buddies.
Adam Delacroix [114] Edgy white middle class teenager with a gun
Cu Mara [110] Hound of the sea
Luna Whistle [73] A Lapras
Blake Darkner [64] Criminal Mastermind
Jennifer Harsdorff [60] A young woman who loves adventure, parties, and making friends. While she's no stranger to combat, she prefers to wage war through her trusted Pokemon partners.
Legion of Shadows [48] The Chosen of the Lord of Shadow. The unyielding edge of the darkness.
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"Hah, frickin' teenagers," Ozzy mutters to himself as he casually leans against a wall, a good ways away from the clothes store. Well within site, but not close enough for anyone to notice anything strange. He had even bought a drink from a food cart as he'd walk past to sale the illusion that he was simply another punk hanging out at the mall. Bringing his drink up as if to take another drink, Ozzy talks into the mic in his sleeve.
"I hope things are going better on your end than on mine."
"I hope things are going better on your end than on mine."
Grace pottered around the store for a while, then wandered back out, actually heading in Ozzy's direction. But her eyes wandered off to the side and her head turned so she was looking at the Ralts, then suddenly she tripped, falling towards Ozzy.
Ozzy sees Grace coming towards him from the corner of his eye. He doesn't look directly at her, or react in any way that could be taken as recognition. He was a professional after all. He simply stares across the mall as if he has no cares in the world, then the girl trips. Falling towards him he steps slightly to the side, his drink in his off hand and catches her as she falls in his one arm, hugging her to his chest. Not quite panicking he plays it cool, looking down at her he says.
"Well, I've heard of falling for someone, but this might be a bit too literal." He finishes it with a cocky half grin, smiling down at her as he thinks of a way to salvage the situation.
"Well, I've heard of falling for someone, but this might be a bit too literal." He finishes it with a cocky half grin, smiling down at her as he thinks of a way to salvage the situation.
Grace stared up, shocked and embarrassed that she slipped and even more shocked and embarrassed that she was caught. "Sorry! I-I didn't see you," she managed out as she pressed one hand to his chest, lightly pushing off and getting back onto her steady feet, "And um... Thanks." She hurried away from him a handful of steps, pausing to look back over her shoulder to see if he was still there.
"Don't worry about it," He says grinning all the while, though in his head he is calmly dissecting the situation to see if there is anything he can gain from it. "No harm, no foul, just be more careful, pretty girl like you it'd be a shame if you got hurt by absentmindedness." Laying it on a bit thick, he casually pats invisible dust off of himself as the girl starts to walk away, He raises an eyebrow as she looks back, quirking a grin at her he goes back to pretending to simply loiter against the wall.
With that final act, Grace practically scurried off, grinning like an idiot and completely red in the face. She went on back to the apartment, and Blake was parked nearby on the corner, looking bored.
Ozzy followed at a sedate pace. Smoothly ducking between people to make it seem as if he wasn't following in case she could see him, it would seem more like he was just meandering aimlessly through the town. "Headed your way, stay sharp," He says lightly into his mic, rapping lightly once on the driver side window as he walks pass. skirting around the front of the car and casually sliding into the passenger side.
"Well, how was your day?"
"Well, how was your day?"
Blake shrugged. "Boring," he answered as he leaned back, trying to get comfy. "They just loitered around on the beach then came back here. I see the girl came too. Do y'spose she's in on it? I mean, whatever they're all up to?" He glanced at the apartments, then back to Ozzy. "Boss is gonna be damn happy though. I figure we tell him we found their base of operation, then we stake the joint out and see if they have a routine, any contacts or whatever, then figure out what we need to take them down. Only problem is..." He shrugged, almost apologetically. "Well I don't think we're going to want to stakeout twenty-four seven, so I figure maybe we can do it in shifts or something? A couple hours a day each?"
"I don't know," He admits, not entirely convinced that they're in on anything, but a job is a job and they always finish their jobs. "Sounds like a plan," He nods agreeing to his brothers idea easily, it was a sound plan, though they might take it a step further. "Let's see about getting an apartment in this building, or one near it." That way they could set up in it and not have to carry so much gear in the car, and it would give them a place from which to stage their plans. Likely Ozzy could stay in it and keep a long watch going as he insinuates himself into their day to day, while Blake saw to whatever he needed to.
Two days passed in a haze of activity. They quickly and easily secured an apartment near their targets under an assumed name. They discreetly moved all of their equipment into the small one bedroom apartment, making it look more like a store house than a place where someone lives, but hopefully they wouldn't need it for more than a month or so. Ozzy was gearing up for a job, stuffing a facemask into a pocket of his non-descript pants he makes his way to the door, grabbing his gun on the way, he calls over his shoulder as he goes.
"Contact me the usual way if anything comes up, I'll be back." And with that he walks out the door. Walking slowly down the steps until he reaches the garage they rented as part of their room, throwing on his helmet he's off, the roar of his bike the only thing heralding his departure. The drive is short, less than ten minutes at the pace he kept, and he pulls into a blind alley a ways down from the Bakery that HQ had tagged for him to hit. These sorts of jobs weren't his favorite, but he didn't turn down jobs, and he didn't fail so walking a ways down he dons the mask and keeps going, confidently striding towards the front door of the bakery. That is, until he step through the front door and sees one of their primary objectives manning the counter. Eyes going wide, he swipes the mask off his face before she can see and stuffs it in to the back pocket of his jeans, stutter stepping to change his stride to casual confidence he walks up to the counter.
"Fancy meeting you here," His voice is smooth as he leans against the counter, but his thoughts are anything but. Of all the rotten luck! Someone at HQ is getting an ass chewing for this one.
"Contact me the usual way if anything comes up, I'll be back." And with that he walks out the door. Walking slowly down the steps until he reaches the garage they rented as part of their room, throwing on his helmet he's off, the roar of his bike the only thing heralding his departure. The drive is short, less than ten minutes at the pace he kept, and he pulls into a blind alley a ways down from the Bakery that HQ had tagged for him to hit. These sorts of jobs weren't his favorite, but he didn't turn down jobs, and he didn't fail so walking a ways down he dons the mask and keeps going, confidently striding towards the front door of the bakery. That is, until he step through the front door and sees one of their primary objectives manning the counter. Eyes going wide, he swipes the mask off his face before she can see and stuffs it in to the back pocket of his jeans, stutter stepping to change his stride to casual confidence he walks up to the counter.
"Fancy meeting you here," His voice is smooth as he leans against the counter, but his thoughts are anything but. Of all the rotten luck! Someone at HQ is getting an ass chewing for this one.
Grace tilted her head in confusion for a moment, then said, "Oh! Oh hi!" in a surprised tone. The Ralts that had a moment before been staring at him had suddenly turned its head to the side and was now manipulating a broom telekinetically to sweep, and the Staryu that stood on the counter was gone. "I didn't think I'd see you again... Do you live around here?" she asked with smile as her head righted. It wasn't just him that had her a little flustered though, she was also on her very first day, and her very first real job.
Ozzy smiles as charmingly as he knows how, laughing lightly as she flusters. Not letting on that he was actually frantically looking for an exit strategy, he casually glances around the store. "Yeah, it was a surprise seeing you here," He says, thinking that it was very much a bad surprise. "Not a bad surprise though." He grins, leaning over the counter the slightest amount, not so much that it would seem intrusive but enough that it was noticeable. "I just moved here for my job. I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
"Oh well that's great, maybe you could drop by every morning? It's actually my first day," she said with a broad smile, "Oh by the way! I'm Grace." She offered out a hand to him. But then she seemed to realize that she was still meant to be serving him. "O-oh I mean, is there anything you would like?"
Maybe this wasn't a complete fuck up on the part of HQ, he thought to himself as the girl, Grace asks him to come by every morning. Mistakes are just opportunities in disguise after all. "Definitely," He nods emphatically, taking her hand lightly in his own and shakes it gently. "You can call me Oz." He grins at her flustered question, her hand still held in his own and leans forward slightly while maintaining eye contact and says only a tad huskily. "Oh, plenty of things Grace, but for now let's start with a bear claw and a half dozen donuts"
"Sure thing!" Grace beamed, hurrying about with a pair of tongs to collect the bear claw and bag it, then six donuts. She was slow to put it into the register, but that couldn't be helped. "Oh, by the way," she said when she finished ringing it up, "Do you have any pokemon? We have a new range of poke-treats." Her hand gestured to the end of the goods, where bright colourful foods shaped like dog biscuits were just littered amongst the shelves.
As she busies herself Ozzy is assessing the angles of the bakery for when he comes back, making a note to have someone get this girls hours so he doesn't catch her in here again when he is trying to work. He smiles reassuringly as she fumbles over the register, wondering how anyone could suspect her of being part of a syndicate.
"I do, but I'm pretty particular about their diets," He answers, grinning wryly as he counts out the money. Taking the bag of pastries from the counter, making like he's going to leave. "Well, I'll see you in the morning then,"
"I do, but I'm pretty particular about their diets," He answers, grinning wryly as he counts out the money. Taking the bag of pastries from the counter, making like he's going to leave. "Well, I'll see you in the morning then,"
Grace beamed as she slipped the money into the machine and said a friendly, "Sure, can't wait to see you Oz!" then again slowly filling red in her cheeks from her choice of words. "I-- Mean come again soon!"
Blake had spent this time not bothering Ozzy, mostly because he figured it would be really annoying to have someone talk in your ear while you're trying to work. So he kept quiet unless it was something important. Naturally, nothing important had come up at all, so he had just waited bored in the apartment going over the equipment and keeping an eye out for the few stuffed up in the other apartment.
Blake had spent this time not bothering Ozzy, mostly because he figured it would be really annoying to have someone talk in your ear while you're trying to work. So he kept quiet unless it was something important. Naturally, nothing important had come up at all, so he had just waited bored in the apartment going over the equipment and keeping an eye out for the few stuffed up in the other apartment.
Ozzy lets himself laugh good naturedly as he walks towards the door talking over his shoulder, "I can't wait to see you either, til then, Grace." and only turning as he opens the door. A friendly smile on his face he waves and exits, as soon as he is about twenty yards down the road, he lets the look drop. His face going dead, professional as he pulls the bike keys from his pocket and swings into the alley where he'd left the bike. A couple of Meowth meander around it, curiously inspecting it, one even acting like it's riding it, he sighs - shooing them away, they scatter like leaves in gale force wind, stopping at the end of the alleyway and watching him curiously, "Eat up," He speaks, trowing the bag of donuts onto the ground near them and spilling the contents across the ground, the pokemon attack it as if they're starved and he is roaring away the next moment.
He makes it back to the apartment without issue and makes his way back up to the apartment muttering, "I'm back." through the headset before opening the door.
He makes it back to the apartment without issue and makes his way back up to the apartment muttering, "I'm back." through the headset before opening the door.
Blake raised his eyes to Ozzy and gave an acknowledging nod before he put his attention back down to whatever it was he was doing. "Y'know, I think there's a conspiracy going on here..." he started, tapping pen to paper, "With these kids. Anyway, I'll tell you in a minute. How'd it go? Smooth as butter?"
"Yeah, if butter was made with glass shards. One of the primary targets, the girl works at that bakery. It was all I could do to keep from ruining our main op." Ozzy makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat as he gets out of his work clothes, tossing the ear wig onto a side table with his gun and keys and kicking his shoes together by the door, he throws himself into his recliner to try and relax before he gets on the line HQ. After a moment he registers the rest of Blake's words.
"What do you mean a conspiracy?"
"What do you mean a conspiracy?"
"Holy shit, no way," Blake answered, raising his head up. Well damn. Perfect record dashed in a second because of this. Out of anger he kicked at the floor and slumped back. "Well, I mean, think about it. We know the Sandslash and Charmeleon broke the rocket, right? And they're obviously hiding out with that kid who tried to stop us jacking the bar. Maybe its not a coincidence. Maybe he knew we'd be there. And that girl..."
"I haven't seen her without that Ralts and Staryu constantly flanking her. Kinda like a bodyguard if you ask me. She's got four pokeballs-" he said, holding up his fingers, then folding one down after he named each pokemon, "-Ralts, Staryu, Sandslash, Charmeleon. And now, on the day you go to jack the bakery, she's there too? With her bodyguards? C'mon. That's getting too much to be a coincidence."
"I haven't seen her without that Ralts and Staryu constantly flanking her. Kinda like a bodyguard if you ask me. She's got four pokeballs-" he said, holding up his fingers, then folding one down after he named each pokemon, "-Ralts, Staryu, Sandslash, Charmeleon. And now, on the day you go to jack the bakery, she's there too? With her bodyguards? C'mon. That's getting too much to be a coincidence."
As much as he hated to admit it, what Blake was saying made a twisted sort of sense and he sighed deeply, letting himself sink back into the chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose he can feel a headache coming on. "This is ridiculous," He grunts, kicking his chair back and letting it recline. "There's no way a couple of kids could train pokemon like that," He refers to the charmeleon and the Sandslash, they were something else. "They've got to be getting help from someone," he goes quiet for a moment, before concluding.
"We'll just have to keep an eye out, they don't know us specifically, they can't. I'll continue observing the girl, I've already begun to insinuate myself into her life," Here he pauses, wandering if he was actually the one being played before shaking it off, he couldn't start doubting himself now. "Then when we have absolute proof, we take them down, or we take them out. Cool?"
"We'll just have to keep an eye out, they don't know us specifically, they can't. I'll continue observing the girl, I've already begun to insinuate myself into her life," Here he pauses, wandering if he was actually the one being played before shaking it off, he couldn't start doubting himself now. "Then when we have absolute proof, we take them down, or we take them out. Cool?"
"You wanna be a mole? Go ahead," he smirked, rubbing at his nose. "But you're right. They couldn't trained by those kids. I mean, unless the whole rocket thing was a giant fluke, but c'mon! You don't do that much damage by accident."
"You know me," He grins, chuckling at his brothers words. "There's no way, how embarrassing would that be." It wouldn't be for them, not directly at least, but he was sure if that were the case a lot of people would lose there jobs, and a specific unlucky lot their lives.
Two days in and the walls were starting to close in a little. The crew didn't go outside much, and today Grace went for her first day of work, leaving them home alone with Adam until she came back, and Adam didn't want to go anywhere. He just stayed on the internet all day or listened to his iPhone. When Grace finally came back, food was served, but Verse had a feeling they were running a little low on Bic food. "I'm gonna sneak out," he said to his friend, "Get you some food. Can you keep an eye on the kids?"