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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
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Name: The Consultant Taken By: Zernebog Catching: No Members: 1-2 Rewards: 1 TM, 5 Pokeballs, 2 Repels Description: While it’s been several years since the Silph Corporation has upgraded their security, they’re always on the lookout for potential improvements and have issued a challenge to the public for several years running – any individual able to penetrate their security and help the company fix the issue would be rewarded, but so far none have managed to claim the prize. Be the first to do so!
LOCATIONS Saffron City
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
Silph Security Run Think you can beat our security defences and find flaws for us to correct? Then sign up now and win great prizes! It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so don’t miss it!
Warning: Not for the weak and faint of heart. Silph Co. is not responsible for any non-mortal injuries or psychological trauma sustained in the attempt.
Golden eyes gleamed dangerously as they stared at the paper. If there was anything that Zernebog couldn’t resist, it was a challenge. The year-old flyer in his hands was just that, served on a platter with all of the fixings.
However, he had nearly been discouraged when he had heard that there was an entire organized procedure for the testing, complete with the scanning and scheduling of applicants for the job. It was disgusting and disgraceful. What sort of losers would actually do that, anyway? That process sounded seriously stupid. Besides, how were they supposed to test their security properly with a method like that? There was no challenge to it at all! It was almost like the corporation was intentionally goading people to a mission that can’t be won.
Preposterous, really. There’s always a way to win, no matter the odds.
After all if there was one thing he was good at aside from being a trainer, it was breaking and entering. He had made it into an art form, especially after all of the various ruins and other properties he had entered in for years. If he was going into this again, he certainly wasn’t going to sully his past successes with a half-hearted attempt.
That’s why he had spent weeks talking to various low-ranked employees and doing constant surveillance for weeks in different disguises, trying to take note and memorize as much of the structure as he can without being noticed. Entrances, exits, basic routes… none went unnoticed. Frankly though, he was aghast at having to revert to old ways, but the temptation to thrust the challenge in their faces and get the reward was too much for him to take.
Now though, his weeks of preparation would pay off. He had found out through some of his sources that there would be no contestants slotted for this evening, meaning that they weren’t expecting anyone to sneak in. That meant that their security systems were in their normal default states.
Perfect.
Securing the janitor’s cap over his black wig and fixing the painstakingly-made latex mask, green eyes glinted in anticipation as he walked over to the employee’s entrance and pressed a gloved finger on the scanner, which scanned the fingerprint pattern of the janitor he was impersonating that was printed on it by a ‘friend’ from his past. It didn’t take more than a moment for the scanner to let out a ping and glow green, signifying that he was allowed entry.
Satisfied that he was now free to enter the building, the disguised man strode inside, still smiling.
I won't make you go clean up to Level 11 unless you want to go that far. Below I found the map layout of the corporation to help give you some idea of floor layouts ooc. So you can explain and judge where to go IC.
You have a choice of stairs or elevator, regardless of what you choose the area with the stairs is how you get to the next level.
2 Guards on second floor Guard 1 Room D
Magnemite 2nd hall way with the four customer service desks waiting by entry looking at stairs. Guard 2 in Room B.
*Items can only be used in thread and not kept for personal inventory* Items Smoke Screen/Tear Gas - Found on Guard B
Cleaning Spray - Found on Level 2 Room C The real janitors got careless, clean the windows or use as temp mace. (5 sprays)
Special Items Guard + - Found on Guard A Heightens pokemon defenses for 2 posts
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Sept 18, 2013 7:43:17 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
Silph Co. was known to be very paranoid, especially after their experiences with Team Rocket a few years ago. That was the reason why they beefed up security so much in the first place. It was also partially the reason why they started the Silph Security Run. At least, that was what those janitors said when he had interviewed them.
Part of that paranoia included putting security cameras almost everywhere in the building. Multiple ones, if they could help it. Emphasis on almost. There were still some places in the building where employees and owners alike refused to have any sort of cameras in it due to things like privacy and basic decency.
Some of those places were the comfort rooms, for obvious reasons. That little flaw in their security plan allowed him to go into the comfort room inside the janitor’s lounge and release his Haunter there without a hitch.
”Haunt?” Erebus gave him a wide grin as he materialized from his pokeball. Having been briefed before the heist, he knew who was really lurking under that realistic latex mask and didn’t attack him.
”You know the game plan, Erebus.” Zernebog turned his emerald gaze towards the door of the comfort room as he surreptitiously handed him a USB. ”Don’t be seen. This is vital in order for the rest of the plan to work.”
”Haunter.” Erebus looked all too eager to be up to their old antics again. Personally, Zernebog couldn’t blame him. The ghost pokemon had a lot more freedom when he was still a criminal and part of Arcane.
Still, this little venture was just to indulge himself. Get the itch out of his system before it became too great. He was going to go back to being law-abiding after this.
So with a gesture at his Haunter, the disguised Zernebog flushed the toilet and then opened the door. He went out of the comfort room and walked towards the cleaning cart that he was going to use for this venture. Erebus followed after him by phasing out of the bathroom wall and entering the cart after he was reassured that there were no cameras in the janitor’s lounge either. Once the ghost pokemon was inside, he opened the door out of the lounge and pushed the cleaning cart out of it….
Not even five minutes later, Zernebog arrived at the lobby. Pulling his cap down on his face, he began the process of cleaning up the place like a normal janitor would. Cleaning chairs, polishing tables, watering plants, and checking on the closed fountain, nothing escaped his thorough work.
The very last place he cleaned on this floor was the lobby desk, which had a desktop computer on it. Zernebog quietly pushed the cart beside it and then knocked on it twice before beginning to clean the lobby desk.
While he was cleaning, Erebus emerged from the cleaning cart and phased through the lobby desk walls, making sure to stay low and in the shadows. Once he was on the inner side of the lobby desk, the Haunter began to look for the CPU. Once he found it, he detached the speakers and then turned it on and waited for it to open, knowing that his trainer would make sure to hide the open screen from the cameras with his body and the cleaning implements as he did so.
After a minute, Erebus took a peek at the screen. Once he was sure that it was open, he plugged the USB in and waited for the virus to get inside and do its work. Zernebog was no good with computers, so he had a friend of his program the thing with a set of programmed viruses that basically enabled that friend to hack through the firewall and force the security cameras to loop the feed they had been getting for the past hour amongst other things, but register the time normally as if it were working properly. Normally it would only take one powerful computer virus to do that, but since this was Silph Co. then their computer security was beefed up enough to make it that much harder. Still, that friend lived for a challenge and certainly never failed to deliver. Now was no different.
Once Erebus was sure that the viruses were done doing their job (courtesy of a “We are the Champs!” message flashing on the screen) he took out the USB, wiped the computer’s history, and then turned it off. When that was done, he tapped his trainer on the leg and gave him a thumbs-up.
Green eyes saw the thumbs-up and lit up in delight. However, Zernebog didn’t say anything and simply signalled his Haunter to go back inside the cleaning cart. Once the Haunter had gone back to the cleaning cart, he began walking to the elevator, pushing his cart there along the way.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Sept 26, 2013 0:33:35 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
You have reached the second floor.
The musical chime of the elevator sounded in his ears as it stopped. He should’ve known that their elevators came with a custom musical chime instead of the normal ding that accompanied common elevators. If they were arrogant enough to create an event like the Silph Security Run, then they were definitely more than vain enough to tinker with their elevators.
With an amused smile gracing latex lips and a twinkle entering green eyes, Zernebog watched as the elevator doors opened, opening his way to the second floor. The smile quickly dropped from his lips and assumed the normal surly look that this particular janitor had when working in the building in this shift when he pushed the cleaning cart out of the elevator. There was no need to drop the façade yet after all, not when he could still milk it for all it was worth even though he had already looped the camera feeds for the rest of the night. There were still the floor guards to consider, after all.
Seeing that the only thing on the right was a wall, a plant, and some sort of strange tile, Zernebog turned left and then made another left, leading him to the main hallway. However, just as soon as he entered the main hallway he heard something to his right.
“Magnemite.” In front of him was a Magnemite, just staring at him with an unblinking eye as it barred him from further progressing into the main hallway.
”Yo, let me in. I got work to do.” Zernebog demanded in his best impression of the man’s voice and whiny griping. ”It already sucks having the night shift, so can ya ease up and let me pass, already?”
Unfortunately, Zernebog was not as well-versed in voice mimicry as he was in breaking and entering. Add the fact that the Magnemite was part machine and could easily distinguish the vocal patterns of the people who were permitted on the floor, and he was pretty much doomed the minute he opened his mouth.
“Magnemite.” The floating steel creature began to spark with electricity as it began to prepare to take out the imposter.
Seeing that, Zernebog scowled and tapped the side of the cleaning cart twice, causing the Magnemite’s eye to swivel towards the sound. Immediately, a purple hand emerged from the cleaning cart and fired off a black beam that hit the shocked Magnemite right in the face, sending it right into the realm of Cresselia and Darkrai, making it fall down to the ground.
Fortunately, Zernebog caught the Magnemite before it clattered to the floor and made a large ruckus with its metal body. He blinked in surprise when he managed to find a green metal bottle sticking to the back of the floating magnet, but simply shrugged at his good fortune and pulled it out of the Magnemite with a powerful tug. After pocketing the green bottle, he shook his head in amusement and he placed the Magnemite in the cleaning cart with his Haunter.
”Don’t eat him, alright?” Zernebog crouched down and whispered to Erebus, who pouted at the order. ”It would just give you indigestion, so restrain yourself. I still need you for the heist, after all.”
With that said, Zernebog began to pretend to clean the customer service desks. In actuality he was just arranging stuff and breezing through the area so that he could get to the next floor faster while pretending that he was still doing janitorial duties. In all honesty, what he was actually searching for was a hint to the supposed puzzle security system that this place had as a last resort.
It didn’t take him long before he was able to finish cleaning the area and the adjacent room. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he moved on to the next area in search of that elusive hint. It was mostly quiet until he reached the room on the right by the end of the hall, where he was met with another Magnemite.
“Magnemite?” Instead of answering, Zernebog tapped his cleaning cart once. The purple hand of his Haunter emerged from its confines and fired off another black beam before the Magnemite could respond, sending it to the same place where its brethren had gone – the land of Cresselia.
Zernebog grumbled to himself as he caught the creature before it fell to the floor and placed it in his cart, but not before getting the strange spray bottle that was attached to its back. ”Still nothing.”
Upon spotting another one of those strange tiles though, Zernebog suddenly got an idea. It was risky, but he hoped that it would get results. He took out one of the Magnemite he had knocked out and then placed it on the strange tile softly, waiting to see what would happen.
To his shock, the Magnemite vanished in a flash of light… from the tile.
”What in the hell was that?!” Zernebog just barely remembered to keep his voice down to a whisper.
You have a choice of stairs or elevator, regardless of what you choose the area with the stairs is how you get to the next level.
2 Guards on third floor Guard 1 Room E Guard 2 Room I 1 Employee on third floor Employee staying late for overtime in Room F 3 Guards on fourth floor Guard 3 Room N Guard 4 Room O Guard 5 Room sitting at table inside room directly across from stairs 5 Guards on fifth floor Guard 6 Room P Guard 7 Room E 3 Guards 8-10 Room K Magnemite Guard 1 in Room E on 3rd Floor Guard 3 in Room N on 4th Floor
Growlith Guard 2 Room I 3rd Floor Guard 4 Room O 4th Floor Guard 7 Room E 5th Floor Guard 10 Room K 5th floor Houndour Guard 1 Room N 4th Floor Guard 6 Room P 5th Floor Guard 10 Room k 5th Floor Spearow Guard 6 Room P 5th Floor Guard 3 Room N 4th Floor Guard 8 Room K 5th Floor Voltorb Guard 1 Room E 3rd Floor Guard 7 Room E 5th Floor Guard 8 Room K 5th Floor Machop Guard 5 Sitting at the table 4th Floor Guard 9 Room K 5th Floor Guard 10 Room K 5th Floor
*Items can only be used in thread and not kept for personal inventory* Items Smoke Screen/Tear Gas - Found on All Guards in this level
Black Belt - Found on Guard 3 4th Floor You must Kung Fu Fight!
First Punch - One of these guards is waiting on you and sugar you're going down unexpectedly.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Oct 31, 2013 1:51:35 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
Zernebog was stuck staring at the tile for an entire minute before it started to glow again. In his shock, the white haired trainer instinctively backed away from the glowing tile and hit the clearing cart that he had brought with him, causing it to rattle.
Once the light died down, he blinked. And then blinked again. Nope, he wasn’t seeing things or seeing double. They were really there. There were really two Magnemites now instead of the one he had placed on the tile a minute before. And both of them were very awake and very angry, if the ominous glowing was any indication. Really, all that was missing was the Latin chant.
”Now way.” Zernebog couldn’t help but gape, but he retained enough of his common sense to keep his surprise to a whisper. ”They have cloning-?!?!”
Unfortunately for Zernebog, that was all the two guards allowed him to get out before he was suddenly slammed into the wall violently by two simultaneous waves of sound.
”Ack!” Zernebog gritted his teeth as his back erupted in pain upon impact, but he refused to vocalize any more of his pain. ”Care to fight me mano-a-mano, face-to-face, ya stupid floating magnets?!”
The insult caused the two Magnemite to glow again, this time preparing Thunderbolts to fry the intruder, but they were hit by two purple beams of energy while they were distracted. The two Magnemites immediately fell to the ground with a loud clang, sent back into dreamland by the Hypnosis beams.
Zernebog grinned victoriously as his body slid down the wall, even though his chest and back still hurt like a bitch. Frankly, he was more concerned about the tears on his janitor uniform, which made him look far more conspicuous to any other guards.
”Thanks for the save, bud~” The currently-brown haired trainer grinned at the disembodied hands that were giving him a thumbs-up. ”I owe ya a live pokemon when we finish this thing.”
The disguised trainer then pushed himself up without a struggle and then dusted himself off. ”Now, to find a secure place to dispose of these stupid magnets….”
Erebus laughed as he floated up and his hands grabbed the two Magnemites and unceremoniously deposited them into the cart. ”Haunter~”
Zernebog shook his head as he stared at the tile for a few moments, frowning. ”A cloning tile, huh?”
His frown then deepened as he started to look for places to put the pokemon in while mulling over what the tiles could be. ”Wait, no… that can’t be right. What the hell would the company use cloning tiles for, when they’re all over the floor in seemingly-random places…? Maybe they’re something else.”
Upon spotting a set of open boxes, Zernebog grinned at the sudden distraction. ”There we go~! Erebus, get the duct tape!”
Erebus grinned evilly and took out the roll of duct tape from the cleaning cart while Zernebog took out two of the three unconscious Magnemite in the cart. The Haunter then started taping them together quickly before cutting it with one of his sharp hand-claws. The disguised trainer then took out the third one and had the ghost pokemon wrap it with the other two using more duct tape. Once that was done, he placed the three Magnemite in a box and then sealed it with more duct tape courtesy of Erebus.
”Good job.” Zernebog gave his pokemon a curt nod before turning his attention to the strange tile. He had a theory as to what it could be, but he needed someone to test it out just to be sure.
And he had just the pokemon for it.
Zernebog reached into his uniform pocket and took out a pokeball. ”Time to play scout, Theus.” He muttered as he released his shiny Kirlia from his pokeball.
Prometheus looked at him with a raised eyebrow, as if asking him what he was supposed to scout. ”I want you to check out that tile for me. I think it’s a teleport tile or a cloning tile, but I need to be sure, so check it out for me okay?”
Prometheus looked exasperated, but nodded. With a grace only usually seen in ballerinas, the blue psychic pokemon walked over to the tile and stepped on it. A second later, he disappeared in a flash of white light.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 1, 2013 17:25:04 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
A small Voltorb was standing at one end of the hallway, staring at the other end with an entirely neutral stare. He had been born and bred for one purpose- to guard something with its life. And that something just so happened to be the Silph Corportation, which was what he was bought for. It may be small and didn’t have any limbs to speak of, but it was damn sure that there was nothing that going to get past his watch. Not even that shiny blue and white ballerina that just appeared from one of the warp tiles that those two smug Magnemite just disappeared in.
Darn cocky floating magnets thought that they were much better just because they could float and he can’t- wait a second! Shiny blue and white ballerina?! What the heck was that doing in the building?! Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Eliminate immediately!
The Voltorb began to spark with electricity as it prepared to deal with the intruder in the most painful way possible, only to stop in shock at it heard next.
Please keep quiet. A deep baritone from what seemed like everywhere, causing the Voltorb to look around in confusion. Just where was that voice coming from?!
That is not important. Holy Electrode! Can this voice read his mind?! Again, not important. I am giving you one last chance to cooperate before I will be forced to resort to force.
What?! The Voltorb certainly wasn’t going to let some disembodied voice boss it around! Not even if the voice can read its mind! The electric pokemon was going to take him and the weird ballerina that kept staring at him like a Hoothoot down hard! Then they’ll learn not to mess with it! Yes! Yes!
Very well. The voice intoned coolly, sending a chill coursing through its core. Force it shall be.
Without warning, the shiny ballerina’s eyes suddenly glowed blue. The same blue glow surrounded its form and it could feel its stomach drop as it saw itself leave the ground in an abrupt motion. It was then shaken around vigorously in various directions like it was on some sort of twisted, nightmarish rollercoaster that had no seats or course. It would have tried to retaliate, but it was getting way too dizzy from all the movements. Its stomach was lurching constantly and was being pulled in constant directions, making it wish it had a mouth to vomit from.
In one last attempt to at least alert everyone on the floor and spite the blasted ballerina, it let itself explode. The last thing it saw before it fell into unconsciousness was a blue bubble forming around it as it prepared to use its final move….
Zernebog and Erebus spent five painfully awkward minutes waiting for Prometheus to return from his scouting mission. Well, Zernebog was. The trainer in disguise had ordered the Haunter to go search for any good clues in the room… not that he was expecting any to show up in a storage room, but he could hope, right?
Green eyes lit up when they saw the white tile flash again, this time revealing the form of his Kirlia as he stepped out of the tile. In his hands was a red and white ball, similar to a pokeball. Zerne, I have discovered that these tiles are warp tiles. They are two-way tiles that send one to another place and back. From what I had gleaned from this Voltorb’s mind, it seems that this is the main security system still in use by the company in order to confuse intruders and make it extremely difficult to get to the president’s office. This is because these tiles are the only way to get there.
”Really?” Zernebog looked surprised as he looked at the tile in a new light. ”Interesting… there wasn’t any hint of that from my surveillances and interviews. Oh well, looks like we have a puzzle in our hands.”
What will be our course of action now? Prometheus asked him with a frown as he handed the unconscious Voltorb to Erebus, who gleefully stuck the ball in one of the potted plants in the room and buried it in the soil.
”We solve it, of course~” Zernebog pointed out with a grin. ”One way or another.”
Prometheus nodded. ”Okay guys, now let’s go take a ride on these warp tiles~”
With that said, Zernebog put Prometheus back in his pokeball with a mental apology and placed the pokeball back in his pocket. Then he had Erebus float back into the cleaning cart, which he then pushed onto the large tile along with himself.
He and his cart then vanished in a flash of white light, leaving the room entirely.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 7, 2013 4:21:23 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
Yep. Definitely feels like teleporting.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that Zernebog was holding on to the cleaning cart, then he might’ve stumbled out of the warp tile. As it was, he had to blink a couple of times to remove the weird stomach lurch feeling that he always got when he teleported using someone or something other than Prometheus.
Once he had gotten that out of his system, he started looking around and assessing the area. From what he could see, he and Erebus had teleported into a long corridor with an opening at the left side a bit ways from where he was standing. Seeing that there were no guards in the area, he decided to move towards that opening on the left.
Once he reached the opening, he walked into it and continued on further until he heard growling. With a frown, he tapped his cleaning cart once before moving towards the source, which just so happened to be in the room on the left. He was met with the sight of a snarling orange dog-like creature adorned with black stripes and cream tufts of fur on its head, underbelly, and tail. Growlithe, if he remembered correctly. What a cliché.
”Whoa there. Nice doggy.” Zernebog roughened his voice up so that he sounded like the guy he was imitating… if the guy had a severe cold.
“Growl!” The Growlithe didn’t buy it for a second and attacked with a high-speed lunge. In response, Zernebog sidestepped the dog and caught it right as it was passing him buy.
With a vicious smirk, Zernebog slammed the mutt down to the ground and placed a gloved hand around its throat and chest, cutting off its air supply. The Growlithe tried to thrash against his grip, but that only made the pressure around his throat and chest worse. To its credit, it continued to try and bite him until he became unconscious due to the lack of air going down in his windpipe. Once it became limp, Zernebog knocked on his cleaning cart thrice.
”Duct tape, quickly!” Zernebog hissed to Erebus as a purple hand phased out of the cleaning cart. The purple hand went back inside and then floated out of the box, this time holding a roll of duct tape.
Zernebog quickly took the roll of duct tape and quickly wrapped it around the Growlithe’s muzzle. He then took out a knife from his pocket and cut the tape. After that, he set about wrapping the Growlithe’s legs together at a speed and efficiency that would have simultaneously impress and horrify most trainer soldiers. Just as he cut the tape though, he heard the door knob click and begin to turn, making him panic and throw the unconscious body into his cleaning cart before anyone could see him with it.
”Haunt?!” Erebus grumbled in outrage as the body of the young puppy was deposited on top of his head.
Zernebog didn’t have time to pay attention to Erebus’ griping though as he dusted himself off and attempted to look less scruffy and battle-torn. Well, as much as he could with the multiple rips in his uniform. He managed to make himself somewhat presentable when the door finally opened, revealing the form of a bespectacled blond haired man with tired brown eyes and a rumbled suit.
“…John?” The man yawned a bit before looking at him tiredly. “What’s happening?”
”Nothin’ sir.” Zernebog did his best impression of the man of he was impersonating, complete with roughened up voice and grouchy facial expression. ”Just a mite o’ trouble wit’ some cans. The usual.”
Unfortunately it wasn’t quite good enough. “John? Do you have a cold again?” The other man questioned with a frown. “And what the hell happened to your uniform?!
Not the effect he was looking for, but he could roll with it. ”Just a lil’ accident. Nothing ta worry about.” He added a sniffle to complete the effect.
“John, if you’re sick enough to make clumsy accidents, then you shouldn’t be working tonight!” The blond man ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Who knows what else might happen to you at this time of night?!”
”Eh, cash is cash.” Zernebog added a sniffle for effect while mentally thanking Arceus that the other man didn’t notice that his eyes were perfectly normal and not swollen. ”Gotta earn a livin’.”
“You’re an idiot, John.” The blond man shook his head and then gestured to the door. “Come on, no one’s gonna notice if you take a little break.”
Zernebog was about to protest out of reflex before he remembered that accepting the offer was something that the man he was impersonating would do. ”Sure. What the higher-ups don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.”
With a weak grin, the disguised man followed after the blond man with his cleaning cart as he led him inside the office. Internally though, he was chucking evilly. The idiot had no idea that he was leading the Luxray inside the proverbial den, witn no other person left in the floor to hear him scream if it came down to it.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 11:24:50 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
“So John, have you heard about Angie and Jack? They’ve been the main topic of the grapevine lately.”
Oh dear Arceus. This man is a bloody gossip. Zernebog mentally groaned as he continued to plaster that weak grin on his face. Of all the people that had to work overtime, it had to be the chatterbox. Why me?
”No.” Zernebog croaked as he kept himself in-character. ”Grave shift here doesn’t give me much chance to keep up with the grapevine.”
Luckily, the blond man believed his little lie. “Of course. I should have expected that answer from you, you little grouch.”
The blond man suddenly adjusted his spectacles and squinted. “Speaking of which, did you get bigger John?”
Uh oh! Excuse time! ”Been using the little time I’m awake in the afternoon to work out. Maybe get a lady interested, ‘cuz you know that I was thinkin’ of settlin’ down.”
Brown eyes looked at him in suspicion for a few moments before laughing. “Hahahahaha! Same ol’ John! Still obsessing over girls! Don’t worry John, you’ll find the one soon.”
The blond guy didn’t let him speak before continuing on another tangent. “Anyways, I heard that Angie and Jack were caught by one of the vice presidents in a compromising position on the seventh floor yesterday as he was leaving a private meeting with the president, if you know what I mean. Rumors say that they were trying out one of the more advanced positions in that Kama Sutra booklet when the vice president stumbled on them.” He snorted. “Talk about revealing light! Hah! Janice said that they had the most horrified faces ever when the vice president shouted at them to get dressed and get out of his sight.”
Too much information. Zernebog had to use a lot of self-control to keep his face looking bored. Way too much information. Who knew that the employees here were freakin’ perverts?!
”That’s… interesting.” This time Zernebog wasn’t faking the disgust that dripped off of his voice. ”It must’ve been a mess.”
The blond man guffawed and slapped him on the back. “No kidding! They haven’t showed their faces at all this morning, and that VP was in a horrible mood and talking about brain bleach all day when I saw him. Even the janitor was complaining about the mess the VP made him clean!”
Zernebog chuckled as well, but for very different reasons. As he laughed, gears were turning inside his head. So some perverted idiots decided to have a tryst on the pathway to the president’s office and got caught, eh? Surely no one would blame a janitor if he wanted to double-check the place to see if it was really clean. He could even have blondie lead him to the spot where they had the tryst with the excuse of finding any incriminating items to lord over them with.
With a new plan in mind, Zernebog slipped back into character and grunted. ”Hey, you mind showin’ me the place where they made the beast with two backs?”
“Huh? Why?” The blond man blinked. “Another janitor already took care of it, John. You don’t really need to bother.”
Zernebog smirked wickedly, stretching the latex mask over his face that made him look more mischievous instead of his normal predatory look. ”I’m thinkin’ of lookin’ for anythin’ incriminatin’ that the other guy might’ve missed. Who knows, we might be able to lord it over ‘em and eek out a few favors.”
“Hm… blackmailing a colleague?!” The blond man gasped. “That sounds terrible!” Zernebog didn’t let his face fall, but kept his smirk in place. Great a goody two-shoes.
“We should definitely do it! I don’t like them anyway. They’re a pair of skanks.” Or not.
”Lead the way~” Zernebog grinned as he stood up and walked over to his cleaning cart.
Upon seeing the raised eyebrow of the blond man, he elaborated. ”It’s to keep up the cleaning façade. You know, for the security cameras.” That don’t work. He added the last part mentally. No need for him to know that.
“Of course, of course~” The blond man chuckled. “Now follow me to that warp tile! We’re lucky that the tile leading to the office is so close to my office.”
Lucky indeed. Zernebog laughed quietly to himself as he followed the blond man to the warp tile that was in the other office. Once they were there, the blond man decided to go first.
When the blond man was gone, Zernebog let himself smirk for a second. This is going off better than I’ve planned…. I’ve got to keep this area in mind if I ever infiltrate the building next time. He thought to himself as he stepped on the warp tile with his cleaning cart and vanished from the floor in a burst of light.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 10, 2013 10:48:58 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
“Welcome to the seventh floor. Home to scandals, trysts and incensed big wigs.” The blond man bowed with a flourish as he watched the janitor walk out of the warp tile.
Zernebog’s lip twitched. That one was actually funny. Still, one funny joke did not outweigh all of the annoying gossip that the blond kept spouting while in his presence. Besides, it wasn’t as if he could do what he was really here to do with the blond around, so he had to go one way or another.
”Hey?” Zernebog glanced at the blond guy, who was already beginning to look around for any incriminating things that the other janitor might’ve left. ”Ya think ya can leave the lookin’ to me? No offense or anything, but you kinda look suspicious to the security feeds and I know you want this to remain all sneaky and shit. No one’s gonna question it if I do it all by myself, ya know?”
The blond man crossed his arms and huffed. “I-I know that!” Despite saying that, he looked very flustered.
“But John, you’re sick right now!” Zernebog made a fake cough to emphasize the point, just so that the man wouldn’t forget that little lie. “You shouldn’t be straining yourself!”
”Bull.” Green eyes narrowed at the blond man. ”You just want to see the incriminating pieces of evidence first.”
The blond man now looked indignant, but Zernebog cut him off before he protested even further. ”’Sides, I’m used to it. Dun worry about me an’ get back to whatever the hell it was you’re supposed to be working overtime for, ‘kay?”
Brown and green eyes stared defiantly at each other, trying to make the other back down. After five full minutes of staring, the brown eyes turned away with much blinking.
“Fine.” The blond man grumbled while shivering to himself. Since when did John learn how to stare down like a Gyarados? “We’ll do it your way. Make sure that you check every inch, alright John?!”
”Of course~” Green eyes watched as the blond man walked back to the warp tile and disappeared.
Once he was gone, the disguised man grinned to himself. ”Finally.” He muttered with his real voice. ”I thought I was going to be stuck with that blabbermouth for the rest of the night.”
He rubbed his throat a bit before clearing it. ”Erebus, you can come out now. Coast is clear.”
Erebus floated out of the cleaning cart, looking a bit disgruntled. Zernebog knew it was because he expressly forbade him to eat any pokemon they encounter unless he gave him permission to do so. Hey, he didn’t need the company after him because he went a little overboard, nor did he need a link to him in case they wanted to find him on their terms.
”Sorry about throwing the mutt on you, Erebus.” Zernebog shrugged. ”I couldn’t have that guy see me duct-taping the mutt. It would raise too many questions. And no you still can’t eat it.”
Erebus sulked but agreed. He liked Zernebog too much to disobey him, pity. Anyone else would have gotten a Shadow Ball shoved somewhere the sun doesn’t shine if they tried.
Seeing Erebus sulk, Zernebog rolled his eyes. Typical. Well, there’s no changing that anymore, so he wasn’t going to bother. Now, onto business!
”Now Erebus. I need you to serve as my lookout, okay?” Zernebog looked at his Haunter in the eye with a stern look on his latex mask. ”Make sure that no one aside from me goes through this room. Use any non-lethal means necessary. Do you understand?”
Erebus nodded, making Zernebog smirk. ”Good. Now, one last thing. When I return, tell me if you spotted any of that incriminating stuff Blondie was talking about, okay?” The Haunter laughed uproariously and nodded.
With that said, Zernebog turned away from his Haunter. If I’m right, then the next warp tile should lead to the president’s office. He mused to himself as he walked towards the other warp tile in the small room. Well, there’s really only one way to find out. And Theus will be there to bail me out if something goes wrong.
At that thought, he arrived in front of the warp tile. ”Here we go.” He muttered to himself as he stepped onto the tile and vanished in a flash of white light.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 11, 2013 13:13:04 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
Yet another long corridor. Does the building designer or the president have a feitsh for dramatic powerwalks and storm outs that necessitated the creation and implementation of so many long hallways in the building?
Zernebog raised an eyebrow as he stepped out of the warp tile. While he was glad that he didn’t have to crawl in any ventilation vents –because let’s face it, his frame had become far too large and bulky for most of them- the constant appearances of these long walkways were starting to get a tad repetitive.
”Let’s see if you were telling me the truth, Blondie.” Zernebog muttered as he ran a hand through his brown wig while walking down the hallway.
There was no reason for the blond haired man to lie to him. After all, the man thought that he was his good friend John Hopkins, the grumpy janitor who was always stuck with the graveyard shift. But given his luck, it was better for him to err on the side of caution. Better to be prepared and not need it than need it and not have it. He could’ve sworn that was the condom principle though, but he could be wrong.
At the end of the hallway, he saw that there was a left turn. So far, this seemed pretty straightforward so Zernebog just turned and continued to walk. It didn’t take him long before he saw a gorgeous and ornate double doors made out of some dark-stained iron wood. At the right side of the door was another palm and retina scanner, probably only keyed to let in the bigwigs. Drat. He didn’t have their palm prints or the pattern of their retinas. That was an admittedly major oversight.
No matter. He still had a back-up plan.
With a smirk, he took out two pokeballs and released Prometheus and Kronos from them. ”Theus? Fetch Erebus for me. Kronos will take over guard duty in his place. Understood?”
The two pokemon nodded. The Kirlia then took a hold of one of the Scyther’s scythe-arms and vanished in a flash of light. Zernebog was left to wait in front of the double doors for three minutes, staring at it in utter boredom. It was a good thing that he was patient with these sorts of things, or he would’ve done something ridiculous like sing a bar song while they were gone. As it was, he was tempted to do it right then and there by the time the second minute passed just to mess with Prometheus.
However, Prometheus soon returned with Erebus in tow, pretty much removing those plans from the equation. ”Oh good. You two are back.”
Zernebog smirked. ”Now Erebus… I want you to go inside the room. However, I don’t want you to do it through these doors. I want you to do it through the wall from the side, okay?” It seemed needlessly complicated, but he didn’t know if the president was savvy enough to place wards on his fancy ironwood doors, so it made sense to try the walls first, then the door.
”Haunter~” With an evil grin, Erebus floated back down the hallway and turned right. Then he managed to get inside of the room using the side walls without any resistance.
He’s in. Prometheus remarked dryly. Shall I escort you in, Zerne?
”That would be great.” With that said, Prometheus took ahold of his trainer’s hand and teleported them both to where he could sense Erebus was.
The very instant they teleported inside, they were met with a smirking Erebus giving them a thumbs up. ”Haunter~”
”Nice to see you too, Erebus.” Zernebog smirked as he took a look around. From the looks of the place, this was definitely the president’s office. Or at least the office of someone important. He was betting more on the former though, since he doubted that the giant portrait of the current president, the giant shiny wooden table with the strange statue in the middle, a set of very plush chairs, and what looked like a really hi-tech computer would belong to anyone else but the president.
Zernebog cracked his knuckles. ”Time to get to work. After all, the President only deserves the best of messages, right?”
With that, Zernebog busied himself with taking a few tokens from the office that looked very unique and looked to be something that the President would notice missing. He made sure of it by swiping some off of his table and some from the man’s locked desk with the help of his lock-picking skills.
Once he took those, he then placed a typewritten letter in an envelope he had prepared before he had come here and placed it on the man’s desk with a replica of a black feather made out of pure obsidian that he had especially made for this. Had to make an impression after all.
When that was done, Zernebog sighed and looked at his watch. Three hours till sunrise. ”Alright. Time to scram, guys. Theus, teleport us to Kronos.” With that, the three held hands and then vanished in a flash of bright light…..
Kronos was frowning as he poked at what looked like human female undergarments hidden behind a potted plant. He wasn’t sure how it got there… and frankly he wasn’t sure he wanted to know given the weird smell it had. But he was so bored out of his mind that said mind was starting to stray to all of the possibilities as to why that piece of clothing was there.
Just as he picked it up with a blade-arm though, he suddenly dropped it when three figures appeared in a bright flash of light.
”Why were you holding underwear, Kronos?” Zernebog blinked in disbelief as he stared at the undergarment on the floor. Kronos could only shrug.
”Well… no matter. That will make a great alibi, I guess.” Zernebog sighed and chucked to himself as he placed Kronos and Prometheus back in their pokeballs after a quick thanks while Erebus floated back into the cleaning cart.
The disguised man then picked up the panty and chuckled again before getting the cleaning cart he had left on the floor and walking back to the other warp tile and disappearing into it.
“Finally! You’re back! Moltres… you took forever man!” The blond man exclaimed as soon as he saw ‘John’ exit the warp tile. “You better have something for both of our times, man! I finished my report ages ago!”
”Oh, I do.” A wicked grin emerged from Zernebog’s face as he raised the panty, causing the blond man to grin as well. What the blond didn’t know though was that they were grinning for very different reasons. Reasons that the man would probably only find out later on in the morning, when the president saw the letter and noticed a couple of important things missing from his desk.
Magnemite 2nd hall way with the four customer service desks waiting by entry looking at stairs. 
Smoke Screen/Tear Gas - Found on Guard B
Cleaning Spray - Found on Level 2 Room C 
Guard + - Found on Guard A
Growlith Guard 2 Room I 3rd Floor
Houndour Guard 1 Room N 4th Floor
Spearow Guard 6 Room P 5th Floor
Voltorb Guard 1 Room E 3rd Floor
Machop Guard 5 Sitting at the table 4th Floor
Black Belt - Found on Guard 3 4th Floor
First Punch - One of these guards is waiting on you and sugar you're going down unexpectedly. 
