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{Spoiler}Title: Don't Hit Our Books! Claimed By: Open Catching: No Members: 2-4 Rewards: •20+ Description: Not again... The Slateport Museum has made a call for help. Many sightings of shady men around the Museum have been reported, and twice now have men tried to break inside the Museum right before closing time. The Slateport police are too busy trying to investigate the other crimes of these perpetrators, so the Museum has hired Trainers to guard and defend the Museum from these men. Stop their advance, and protect the Museum from their foul attempts.
Notes: The criminals are actually 4 Team Aqua operatives who, without leadership and purpose, are trying to fruitlessly revive their team. Three out of the four men have unevolved Pokemon befitting their Team (Carvhana, Poochyena, etc) and the last one has the same team composition, but of evolved Pokemon.
NO LONGER WILL I HAVE TO REWIND THE PAST
Jason had to admit - for the first time in a long, long time, he was content. Well, no. More than content, but exactly what he would've called it eluded him - happy, sure, but for once there was a real feeling of security in his life. Hoenn was a new region, one he had never been to, and it was a new start for him - there was nothing here to remind him of his past life, and the rather unexpected conversation he and Ricki had before reaching Lavaridge had just felt... well, good. Long story short - there was no longer anyone chasing either of them, they were able to focus on their own individual pursuits and were even financially secure thanks to Ricki's start up business. All in all, life was actually pretty good. Well, aside from some rather unwanted schenanigans in Rustboro - Jason still didn't entirely understand what that whole mess was about beyond it involving a bank robbery, but he was genuinely surprised to hear that one of the region's teams had been involved. One of them. It had never really occurred to Jason before that such a turf war was even a possibility, but that might've just been because of how Team Rocket had operated - they didn't leave room for competition, and before now Jason had never been outside of Kanto and Johto since being taken from Sinnoh.
Regardless, life moved on, and with the conclusion of the mess in the city things had gotten comfortably quiet after he and Ricki had reached Lavaridge - aside from him trying to find a job to start saving up again. With Ricki it was at least understandable since Jason would imagine working with family to be more than a little awkward given her situation and the relative lack of work beyond that in the town, but it wasn't like he had that excuse. He could cook, clean, fix more than just one thing and was as physically able as any prospective employer could hope - but in a town that small, it meant that even with the right qualifications finding work wouldn't be an easy thing. It wasn't like they could just squat in Jane's home forever, though - eventually he and Ricki would need to start moving on again, and that was going to be much easier with some capitol saved up to finance their travels and living expenses. Thus, when the news came on one evening and Jason saw the bit involving the Slateport museum... it seemed like too good a chance to pass up. At the very least his skill set was ideally suited to catching people, especially when he was aware of when and where they would be, and the museum was offering a fair amount for the apprehension of those involved with the attempted break ins. That being said, though, he was only one person, and it was entirely possible that the would be thief or thieves might have Pokemon - he was good, but things rarely ever went as planned. Ricki hadn't seemed to be all that busy, and after taking the idea to her they both had taken the trip down to the coastal city to take on the job.
While tempted to dress as he usually did, Jason would once again find himself in the same black attire and coat that he had worn back during his old days with Team Rocket - unlike then, however, the red R had been removed in the most thorough way Jason could think of from the jacket, and the old mask was conspicuously absent, face presented for the world to see. Not that it was something he was comfortable with, but at least with those changes it was bearable - and more than that, practical, allowing him to blend in with the darkness around the museum as the building's lights were shut off and the security systems turned on. Simply pacing through the building's darkened hallways, footsteps short of perfectly silent, Jason would make his way through the building along a route that would take him by each and every one of the entrances. Hopefully, though, his presence would prove to be completely unnecessary - Ricki had Rep, and while he didn't know exactly where she was in the building at that moment since they had split up to cover more ground, the Steel type had a knack for finding people that wanted to avoid attention.
“Just hold the flash light and hand me the damn glue, Rep!” she snapped in a hushed scolding. Despite her shouting, the Lucario just stared at his trainer as she fruitlessly tried to put a small person back on one of the many models of the second floor of the museum. He wasn’t the slightest bit impressed and she looked ready to hit him any second now. When she was ready to shout again, Rep just quietly pulled out the glue from her bag and passed it on. A mini-flashlight would be pulled from her bag’s side pocket and he clicked it on to illuminate her work. For once, it would seem the hours she dedicated to rebuilding her collection of Legendary Figurines would be put to good use as she delicately worked on placing the small piece back onto the model. A few minutes ticked by of properly placing the figurine back before she removed the excess glue with a tissue. Stepping back to eye her work, she gently held her chin, crossing her other arm across her gut to hold her elbow and studied the handiwork.
“… Does it look tilted to you?” she inquired, slowly tilting her head to the side. The Lucario immediately deadpanned, scoffed with a heavy roll of his eyes that followed the flow of his head turning to start off. Carelessly tossing her the flashlight she would catch without looking over at him, Rep carried on with their patrol while Ricki did a final once over of the repair. Yeah, someone would have to look at it pretty closely to notice it, perfect. With a curt nod of approval, she whipped around on her heel and started off after Rep whilst flicking off her flashlight. Capping the glue and tossing it back in her bag, Ricki slid the flashlight’s strap around her wrist and opted to keep her hands to her sides this time. She had been warned that the exhibits were fragile mostly as a means to discourage starting any sort of Pokemon battle inside the museum. It didn’t really sink in enough to remind Ricki of the golden rule for museums.
Do Not Touch.
It wasn’t like she visited museums that often, though. It’d be safe to say that she simply just wasn’t the type to find them fascinating minus an occasional extravagant exhibit was present. Ricki wasn’t much for the quiet walk through the museum and read the plaques kind of thing, and would usually choose various other things over it if the offer was presented. However at the moment, with nothing better to do courtesy to a seemingly quiet night, Ricki would occasionally stop to take a gander at what the museum had to offer. Models, models, and a few more models in this room, she was at least getting ideas of the kind of buildings she’d like to visit during her stay in Hoenn. How long that stay was going to be was unknown for the time being. Having just recently come back home to her mother, it was likely she would stay for a long time but in the back of her mind she knew she couldn’t simply live in her mother’s house for forever.
Her mother’s house… It was pretty nice. She was relieved to see her in such a cozy place, it was far better than their apartment back in the city of their old region. It was an actual home rather than that place that had been more of a shelter as far as Ricki was concerned. The cottage in Lavaridge was a place Ricki looked forward to going back to, an actual home. She almost wanted to pout when she knew the idea of staying there forever was definitely out of the question when she considered who she had to argue with. Her mother, first of all, was already pushing the whole “You’re already almost twenty-one, Ricki. It’s time to start thinking about settling down and starting a family…” She rubbed her temple as if just getting a headache at the thought. After revealing she was already divorced, she would think her mother would be adamant on the whole ‘take your time’ type thing, but she did meet Jason, who Ricki had indeed introduced as her boyfriend.
The thought alone got her to give an almost dorky smile. Rep turned to look back at her as this bubbly grin started to come up but she jerked her head to look off to the side. The Lucario once more just rolled his eyes and returned to his walking about. Without the judging eyes on her, Ricki let the grin show as she continued her stroll behind Rep. Yes, just the thought alone was enough to get her all happy and giddy, don’t judge. The idea of dating Jason had been just some sort of dream she had thought wouldn’t come true. Come to find out though, that when she would confess, that when she would say “I love you” that he would return the sentiment. That he would feel that way about her, the troublesome woman that was practically cursed to a life of nothing but bad luck. She almost wanted to tug up the turtle neck of her shirt to cover her face, but she wasn’t wearing that right now.
She twirled the flashlight around her wrist like a hula-hoop and slowly paused as they passed another model she hadn’t seen yet. A giant ship of sorts, she couldn’t remember the name of it and the plaque was just a few steps away and a few steps too many for her to really bother right now. Eyeing it inside the glass case, she could see that beneath the model was even a set of blue prints that had the ship’s layout skillfully drawn out.
Damn, big boat.
Reaching up to adjust the dark hood of her jacket, she hummed softly as she inspected the specs and tilted her head slightly when she saw the display banned photography. Probably some old papers and the flash on cameras, or whatever that whole ordeal was? She didn’t really get it but oh well; maybe the boat was camera shy. She snickered at the notion and her terrible joke before looking up to see her Lucario no longer beside her. This made her pause obviously in the brief freezing of movement before she slowly turned and jumped when the Pokemon would jerk up next to her. She jolted back a good couple of feet clutching her chest as her heart tried to jump out of it before she would instantly relax upon recognizing the Lucario.
“Damn it, Rep” she grumbled, the Lucario just seeming to smirk at her before it would continue on his way. She followed after him once more, paying a bit more attention to what she was doing for a few moments before boredom would start to sink in. Pulling the all too familiar PokeGear from her pocket, Ricki scrolled through the lists of contacts until she got to Jason, who she knew was without a doubt the only other contact in her phone awake at this hour. (If not, she was going to have a few choice words for him.) Ready to call him, she almost pressed the button, before pausing and figuring he’d probably prefer a text, being the ninja of the night that he was.
After a few minutes, Jason’s phone would give a single signal to him that he had received a text message. Upon opening it, said text would be from Ricki that would say:
“Paging Batman, this is Robin. Museum about as exciting as it is during the day. Over.”
Pause, and then another text.
“Aka I’m bored.”
Pause and text.
“Btw would you happen to know if there is like say… A fine for damaging museum property?”
“That was purely rhetorical btw. I haven’t broken anything.”
Post by Jason Tham on Jun 11, 2014 21:36:17 GMT -5
NO LONGER WILL I HAVE TO REWIND THE PAST
Continuing to make his way along the first floor hallways, the one thing that struck Jason about the building the more he moved through it was the layout - while it didn't occupy much in terms of actual property, the building's design made it seem a lot bigger from the inside than it had looked from the street, and already he was beginning to have second thoughts about the job. When he had first brought up the idea it had been the money and the relative simplicity that had appealed to him - a chance to actually get out and do something rather than play at what seemed to be a losing game, and it had at a glance seemed to be a lot easier than originally anticipated. Ricki had chosen to tag along, and with Rep present it was unlikely that any unwelcome company would be able to do anything without them knowing. That being said, though, it was much easier done in theory than in practice - the whole point of the job was to protect the museum's displays and artifacts, and that was best done by keeping anyone seeking to harm or take either out of the building entirely. They might know the moment that someone attempted to enter the building, but in hindsight Jason was starting to wonder what could actually be done to prevent that in the first place. Ricki, however, seemed to have other things on her mind, the phone Jason was carrying lightly buzzing in a pocket as it received a message.... one that would turn into several.
Pausing and taking one last look around the hall he was standing in, Jason would move to exit the corridor, ducking into a small side room with several less important exhibits. What he would see on pulling the phone out and actually checking the messages, though, was greeted with less than enthusiasm. What was a "Batman"? Something to do with Zubat or Golbat? He didn't even recognize the second name, but more importantly was what followed the first two messages. Why did Ricki want to know that to begin with? The trainer seldom ever asked a question unless she wanted an answer and it happened to be relevant to whatever she was doing at the moment, and the implications tied to these particular ones didn't really bode well for their paycheck. Oddly enough, the fourth and final text really didn't do much to convince him otherwise, and after taking a moment to pull a glove off of one hand Jason would start to answer back.
It might, they're paying us to be here and make sure nothing gets broken or stolen. Short, ambiguous and something that would hopefully encourage her to be a little more careful around the building, especially if a battle happened to break out should the thieves manage to get inside and decided they didn't want to go without a fuss. A thought, honestly, that Jason shuddered at - there was a reason that most of the signs in the building said "Do Not Touch", and if the exhibits were fragile enough that simply messing with one lightly by hand could damage them.... a battle would be catastrophic, and Jason could only imagine exactly how much it would cost to repair any one item there. Many of the displays were one of a kind, and while the place thankfully didn't have nearly as many, say, priceless, irreplaceable fossils as the Pewter Museum of Science did the cost would still probably be much more than what they were being paid. There was such a thing as net gain, and if they were costing the museum more than they had been hired for it was entirely possible that he and Ricki might end up owing them money. Which, frankly, was a thought that nagged at the back of his head long enough to force Jason to send one more text a minute later.
Messages delivered, and her inquisition sent to him, Ricki lowered the Gear to look around the room once more with a soft sigh. A quiet night it seemed and nothing really to do to pass the time besides read the stories of the exhibits – which was clearly not Ricki’s idea of fun – she got to simply continuing her walk behind her Lucario on the lookout. However something made the Pokémon come to a stop and immediately redirect his path. Ricki took a few steps forward to continue what was their assumed route before turning to watch Rep take the head start towards something. Seeing the flaps on the back of his head rise, she started after him swiftly. The two swept across the floor, before Ricki saw the Lucario heading for the stairs. Her Gear vibrating gently twice in her hand, Ricki softly called out “Wait.”
The Lucario stopped as it started down the steps and pivoted to glance back at her. Ricki held up her Gear as it vibrated again with the next message Jason sent. She studied it before nodding to the Lucario to signal it to carry on before she turned to resume her patrol of the top floor. The Pokémon turned to silently continue down the steps towards the first floor to investigate the odd movement of aura it was detecting. Meanwhile upstairs, Ricki tapped her elbow on her belt to let out the next means of support from her Pokémon, Spooker. The Duskull hovered around her with a soft ghostly call as Ricki instructed him to stay on alert. With that, Spooker flew up into the air before diving down into Ricki’s shadow. After a moment, a single red light would come from her shadow that was the Duskull’s eye looking around as he was told.
With a new temporary guard posted, Ricki got to handling the messages Jason had sent her.
“It might, they're paying us to be here and make sure nothing gets broken or stolen.”
“Did you touch something?”
She stopped at the question and gave a light pout. Even in text, she couldn’t lie for shit, really? Looking up at the ceiling as if to question her gods, Ricki heaved a groan of defeat in response. Her eyes turned back down to the phone, and she got to swiftly responding.
“I fixed it.”
“Rep noticed something, so he’s headed down stairs to check it out.”
Clipping the PokeGear to her belt, Ricki got to crossing her arms neatly in front of her chest and gave her torso a light squeeze as she walked. Head up and scanning the area, she took a brief moment to grab the black hood of her jacket and pull it back over her hair before once more simply crossing her arms. Rep was plenty competent she didn’t feel the need to follow him downstairs. Should something go awry, Jason was there and knew how to handle the Pokémon. Spooker would undoubtedly catch something amiss if it was too much of a battle for Jason to handle. However, Ricki felt her assistance would be unnecessary if the museum was willing to hire two freelancers instead of hiring a couple of legitimate security guards.
Making his way downstairs, Rep would move around in absolute silence, navigating in the darkness with ease. Not needing his eyes, the aura of his surroundings provided all the guidance his slightly glowing eyes could need. The Pokémon wasted no time with getting right to the point of his reasoning for returning downstairs. Ignoring Jason not too far from where he ventured, Rep made his way over to one of the larger exhibits pressed to the wall. Crouching down to examine the decorative base, his ears would flick as the source of his investigation would move and he immediately stepped to follow. Suddenly it stopped near the edge of the exhibit and one of the panels would pop off with a very quiet and short noise before the remover of the panel would take more caution in moving.
Seeing the movements, Rep took advantage of his element of surprise to move back and take cover behind one of the stand alone displays on the floor. From the hole would emerge a petite woman in the typical blue and black outfit of her old Team. Well built, and flexible, she skillfully emerged from her hiding spot, followed by a Poochyena that immediately stopped upon exiting the small hole they had climbed out of. Sniffing the air and then sticking his face to the floor, he looked up at his trainer and lightly pawed at her but she ignored him for the moment to turn around and with gloved hands, place the panel back where it belonged. Shortly after doing so, she’d let out another Pokémon, an Electrike that fell into step beside the Poochyena and behind the woman heading over to the emergency exit door. Silently popping open a metal box by the door, that was enough to show that this had been tampered with over time and with the final cut of the wires, the alarm for the emergency exit door was disabled.
Quietly opening the door, a large man would begin to make his way inside, nodding to her in greeting before the two would start to cross the floor with a clear confidence in where they were going. They came to a stop in front of the set of seven exhibits and a flash light was flicked on for them to scan it for just what they were looking for. The Poochyena tugged on his trainer’s pant leg once more though and with that, the woman would turn to look over the area with her flash light. Rep cautiously ducked down further to avoid being spotted, glancing to where Jason’s aura was and silently waiting for the other to make a move. The two dog like Pokémon remained close to their trainer as the man continued his look over the seven part exhibit, looking quite carefully before he spotted it. A few gems on display found in the sea near the area, part of a rumored treasure as well. He tapped the woman on the shoulder and she stepped over to get to work on picking the old lock as he turned to keep guard of her along with the two Pokémon present.
Rep went downstairs after noticing female grunt sneaking in through a hole in the side of the building hidden in the brush. She lets in her teammate through a broken emergency exit and they make their way to a display of gems. Female Grunt gets to work on opening the box while the Male Grunt takes watch with a flashlight and the two dog like Pokemon on guard. Rep is taking cover behind one of the displays waiting for Jason to move to determine what to do. Feel free to take control of Rep.
Ricki and Spooker are just casually strolling through the second floor still.
NPC 1 - Female Aqua Grunt Owns Poochyena & Electrike
Poochyena / Male Quick Feet: Sucker Punch | Scary Face | Swagger | Assurance
Where there had been virtually instantaneous responses before Jason now found himself waiting - it wasn't the same as a moment ago, either, where Ricki had been likely debating how to word her response. This felt a lot more like the wait that came with waiting for a distracted person to reply when they had more pressing matters taking up their attention, and the very reason that they had been hired to begin with almost instantly came to mind. Paranoia? Yes, maybe. Actually, in all likelyhood, but he hadn't gone this long without getting caught by either the police, private security or his former employers by making assumptions that the little things meant nothing. So far he hadn't heard anything, though, which was what concerned him - there were no signs of forced entry, either visible or audible, or really any other sign that anyone was in the building aside from him or Ricki. Switching the phone's screen off and toggling it to "silent" mode, the man would stop and take a long look both up and down the darkened corridor he had been walking down.
Assuming it was him, how would he do it? It was a question Jason had asked himself right from the very start of the job, but obviously he had missed something if Ricki or her Pokemon had picked up on something. Generally speaking there were two common entrances used to gain access to buildings - doors and windows, and as obvious as that might have seemed at first just covering those entrances alone was usually a nightmare. Doors because they were made for the express purpose of allowing access, and it didn't take much to make one usable - heavy locks were only so reliable when the person you were trying to keep out had access to acid, drills, lockpicking skills, the list went on and on, and electronic locks were rarely any better if you knew what you were doing. People might have been easy to fool, true, but machines were easier to break by far. The windows were the only other obvious method of gaining entry, but like the doors those had alarms all over them - had the people attempting to break in used force those would have been lit up by now. So, onto the next answers to the question, and the simplest ones were usually the correct ones - either their unwelcome guests had figured out a way to fool the state of the art alarms, or they had found another way in that he hadn't thought of.
In any case, remaining out in the open was a bad idea. If the thieves or vandals were in fact in the building, the only advantage that he and Ricki really had at best was that of surprise - their temporary employment wasn't something that would've had time to advertise itself yet, although that was only going to work in their favor if there wasn't another Lucario or similar Pokemon playing for the opposing team. Pocketing the phone he had shut off, Jason would immediately begin to make his way down the hallway, heading towards one of the areas between the windows where it was darkest and sidestepping to tuck himself into the shadows between two of the larger exhibits. Wearing virtually nothing but black and with naturally dark hair the only thing there might have been to betray his location was his face's pale complexion, but there wasn't much he could do about that here and now - and a moment later Jason's oversight would make itself clear as the sound of a small grate popping free of the wall was made known.
The ventilation system? Of all the possible ways into the building they had used that? While Jason couldn't see much aside from the wall directly ahead of him due to the exhibit cases keeping him hidden to either side, there wasn't much else that sound could have been. Out of all the horribly cliche'd approaches to breaking into the building, that had been the one that Jason hadn't considered, and for a good number of reasons. First, those were incredibly small, tight spaces, and if you got stopped you couldn't turn around and go back. Second, it was filthy in there, and once you got out nothing left visible traces of your presence like dust and dirt. Third, those fan blades were not things to be trifled with if you could avoid them, and using the other two entrances he had considered was both quicker and easier once you had figured out a way to bypass or circumvent the present security. The fact that these people had to resort to the air vents of all their possible routes told Jason several things - they were either not the sharpest tools in the shed, , unprofessional, desperate with no skills and/or equipment, or all of the above. While the fact that he had been outsmarted by that of all things admittedly stung his pride as a professional, what had Jason concerned was the fact that it also cemented that these people weren't exactly predictable, and whatever approach he used in dealing with them likely wouldn't end in the same way as he'd expect.
A few moments later the person who had emerged from the vents would make themselves known as the woman made her way down the hall and directly across Jason's line of sight as she passed his hiding spot - breath slowed to the point of near nonexistence, the ex-Rocket was not pleased to see the Pokemon following her. One of them he didn't recognize at all, but the other one looked almost like a smaller version of Snap, Ricki's Mightyena - something that would make approaching her incredibly difficult without being detected, and for the time being Jason wasn't even going to attempt it. Instead the man would wait several more moment until he heard the intruder begin to tinker with something down towards the emergency exit, and with that sound covering his own quiet movements Jason would deftly pull his phone back out, switch on the screen and, less than pleased by Ricki's response that had apparently been received within the last minute or two, send a short message back.
One on the first floor, likely to be more. Two Pokemon so far. Stay on second floor, will follow and call for help if needed.
Message sent and pocketing the phone again - barely in time as luck would have it - things would begin to move along again as the far door opened, curiously without the sound of any alarm from the emergency exit. So, wrong on at least one count - they weren't unskilled, and in hindsight it made a bit more sense. A smaller person in through the ducts, and if you didn't care about leaving evidence that meant an easy way to disable security since it was meant to keep people out, not in. No different from a prison break, at least in theory, just reversed to suit the system they wanted to break. Hearing the sounds of their footsteps beginning to towards him and the exhibits hiding him, Jason would remain exactly where he was as they flicked the flashlight on and began to pan it over.
Not good. Not under the circumstances, not with Pokemon in the picture. Jason had no doubt he could have incapacitated the two humans with little trouble, especially with them as unaware of his presence as they were, but the two Pokemon changed things. The mini Snap not so much, at least assuming he could reach one of the people, their trainer in a best case scenario, but the green and yellow one was a complete unknown. Unlikely to be a Psychic type, thankfully, but rushing out and trying to end this quickly was likely to result in exactly that - just with him on the losing end of the confrontation. No, what he needed was an opening, and while the momentary distraction caused by the mini Snap was almost tempting enough to go for it wasn't the one he was looking for. Settling in for what might have been a long wait, Jason remained silent and for all purposes nonexistent as the woman moved forward to begin picking the lock. She was the one he needed to disable first, and if he was lucky that would be enough to make her Pokemon stand down and, by extension, her companion.
As the two Aqua Grunts on the first floor infiltrated the building, two of their companions would remain outside. What they had gone there to find was supposedly on the first floor, and with the infiltration specialist and the dumb muscle doing what he did best there was no reason to make too much of a mess of things - no, better to provide cover for their escape. With one Grunt slowly walking around the outer edge of the building and careful to avoid the street lamps and other places where he might have been easily seen in public, another Grunt would be on the roof of the building providing the proverbial eye in the sky on the off chance that the police were tipped off and managed to interfere before the get away. It was this Grunt that would make the rather disconcerting discovery that they weren't alone - in passing one of the skylights the woman would spot another below her, a Lucario making its way to the staircase leading to the first floor.
Well, that sucked. Had they been made? The Fighting type definitely seemed to be onto something, and there was always the chance that there was more than just the one Good Samaritan below her present in the building. From the sound of it, though, the police hadn't been called yet, so that was a plus. Still, the Lucario pretty much threw the original plan out the window as the group's defacto leader powered on her PokeNav to send a quick message to her infiltration specialist on the first floor.
Finish whatever you're working on, then shut off the security and let me know when it's done. We've been made.
Thumbing the device into standby mode, the woman would walk over to the edge of the roof and quickly whistle to get her comrade's attention before waving upwards as his head turned, a clear signal for him to abandon his post and get his ass up to the roof.
One distraction, coming right up.
Summary: Jason currently hidden behind one of the displays closest to the two Grunts on the first floor, playing the patient card and waiting for an opportune moment.
Grunt Leader on the roof noticed Ricki through one of the skylights, ordered the infiltration specialist on the first floor to shut off the alarms if possible once she finishes picking the lock.
