[OoC: The stuff in italics is details into Lance's backstory that I've decided to include for giggles. In essence it's sort of like the inner workings of Lance's mind. Memories or thoughts. It has no part of my interactions with the surrounding characters, only with me to keep it fresh. I don't expect that part of it to be graded. If this is forbidden, I will refrain from doing it from now on.]
Lance Harper
Harper Industries Headquarters in Goldenrod City
Affected RPers: @TheProtobabe and potentially @Death's Spook?
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"Slap the water," a man with long raven hair commanded. The man was thin, but with athetic physique. Although he was short in stature, there was still something heavily imposing about the man. "Do not stop until the bowl is empty. When the bowl is empty, refill it, and do it all over again."
A teenager, roughly in the same height range as the man, slapped the water, and groaned in boredom. "This is so dumb. I've been doing this for over a year! When will you teach me to actually fight and kick peoples' butts?" The boy complained about his task as most teenagers would. This boy was hilariously irresponsible, for he lived off of his parents' money, and didn't care about anyone but himself.
The man rolled his eyes. "You want results? You must learn discipline. You are brash, and stupid. You will never learn anything if you only think of yourself," he spoke swiftly, and stern. He pulled the bowl away and pointed to the table, "Slap the table."
The boy reared back and brought his and down on the surface of the table. Suddenly the wood beneath his palm cracked, and the table split down the middle. The boy had successfully broke the table in half. In a state of shock, the boy sat back and sighed heavily. It was at this point that he realized that great power needed control. It needed discipline. It needed responsibility.
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A few moments passed before Lance put his feet on the ground, and casually rose to his feet. He reached into the left pocket of his hooded sweater and retrieved a Pokéball. Upon pressing the button in the center of the sphere, the ball grew three times its usual size and filled his palm completely. He then pressed the button again which caused it to open, and project a white array of light. This light flowed into the shape of a humanoid with four large and muscular arms. The creature was grey in color, and wore nothing but a pair of black wrestling trunks equipped with some form of golden utility belt, replacing the usual weighted belt that this creature would normally be found wearing.
The beast flexed and belted out its species natural cry of 'Machamp' before calming down and looking to Lance for direction. Lance closed the laptop screen slowly, and removed the flash drive that was connected to it. He calmly approached the large muscle-bound creature, and placed the flash drive in on of the utility pockets on the beast's belt. He then patted his Machamp on the head before finally speaking up.
"Did you enjoy the show from the shadows, intruder?" Lance called out to the room. His voice carried a low tone, and serious feeling, "I'm no stranger to being stalked, and for that I can thank my brother. He would often have his ghost Pokémon stealthily follow me around. It was difficult to have any privacy until I learned to elude his ghosts, let me assure you that it was no easy task. Just like getting out of here is for you. If you would like to avoid play time with ol' Bane, here, you should reveal yourself to me, and state your business. You should know that Bane doesn't play nice."
Lance turned and faced towards Helena's exact position. While he couldn't physically see her, he knew where she was hiding. His years of physical grueling training with Kenji Gazette bestowed upon him numerous skills and talents that would forbid the common man from noticing the presence of someone who wanted to remain invisble. Bane flexed his muscles again, and let out a low cry, meant for intimidation.
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