{RP} The S.S. Wishmaker - Tides of Witchcraft

[[Desolate Divine]]

Jon Drake
En Route -> Jon and Alyssa's Room
Affected RPers: None

"Hey, a**hole!" called out Ethan as Jon made his way out of the stadium. By now most of the audience had left, however there were a few people dawdling around, now watching having heard the cursing.

Jon ignored him, continuing to walk, knowing this would be a good opportunity to make the cover up more believable.

"Don't walk away from me!" Ethan called out, running forward, grabbing Jon by the shoulder, and spinning him around, "You couldn't beat me straight up, so you pulled some underhanded crap?"

Jon noticed in the corner of his eye someone holding up their phone, recording what was happening. If he wanted people to believe he was the bad guy, now was the chance.

"It was an accident." Jon replied, before turning around to walk away, "You're only embarassing yourself here. Try and lose with a bit of dignity..."

He felt a bit guilty, making those sorts of comments towards Ethan, who was just as much of a victim here as everyone else who had been cheated by this situation, but there were more important things at stake than one trainers ego...

Jon began to walk, as he felt himself shoved by Ethan. He stumbled before regaining balance, though without turning around, spoke up.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't touch me again."

"Yeah a**hole?" Ethan asked, "Try me."

Ethan grabbed Jon by the shoulder again, to which Jon responded by shoving his elbow into Ethan's face, before turning around and shoving him to the ground while he was dazed.

"That was a cheap shot a**hole!" someone called out from the crowd that had gathered.

Jon looked down at Ethan who was still on the ground, now seething.

"You lost because you were the lesser trainer." Jon hissed, "What kind of idiot sends in his Skarmory to beat a fully powered Jolteon, when he has a Golem in his team? Seriously, the only reason Jolteon didn't launch a thunder attack was because it wouldn't have suited our plan. Your Golem messed Jolteon up, and Blaziken was only just able to take it down. If you sent out Golem first, Jolteon wouldn't have been able to hurt it, nor would the incident with the light. It would have taken out Jolteon, used most of Blaziken's energy to take it out, then left your Skarmory to beat a weakened fighting type, then fight my Nidoking, which your Skarmory is almost completely immune to."

Jon turned around again to walk away.

"Your Pokemon were beaten and your Skarmory shocked by that light because their trainer made some stupid decisions." Jon called out as he walked away, "Don't take out your bruised ego on me. It's kinda pathetic..."

As Jon walked past someone filming, he shot them a glare, knowing the camera would pick it up. If all went to plan, people would be hoping he did something shifty tomorrow night, and he sure had something to show them...

Jon arrived in his room half an hour later, where Alyssa sat at the table on her laptop with a frown.

"Writing up about tonight's match?" Jon asked, catching her attention.

"Normally I'd rather be doing that, but given what you did to sell the cover up, I'm glad I'm not. At least not my normal style of writing anyway." Alyssa explained, "If it were anyone else I would have jumped on that light trick and shredded them for it. But I finished writing tonight's piece a few minutes ago. Made sure to completely turn a blind eye in it to your little tactic."

Alyssa looked back to her computer.

"No, I'm writing an email with my letter of resignation from BattleNET." Alyssa continued, "I've been writing under Alyssa Drake for years, and my following would be expecting my usual sort of writing. It would sell the cover-up more if I ignored the fact you technically cheated and then don't publish anything tomorrow, and send in my resignation the day after."

"I really appreciate you doing this." Jon said, walking over to proofread her writing like he usually did, "It can't be easy. You love working at BattleNET."

"Easier than you realize." Alyssa laughed, "I've been wanting to go solo for a while, and just needed a good enough reason. It's more the burning bridges that I am down about. The original plan to go solo meant that I'd still be on good terms with my previous contacts, and have my reputation as a writer to back me. Now I will be starting without that."

"Maybe when you start up, we ask the Diamond Ladies to help you out. Interviews, sharing your work, that sort of thing." Jon explained, "If all goes to plan, they should still have a bit of clout in the battling world. I'm sure if they shared one of your stories, you'd end up with hundreds of new readers overnight?"

"Maybe..." Alyssa replied, before having a brain wave, "By the way, Steven dropped some stuff by earlier."

Jon looked to the bed where there was a small box. Making his way over, he opened it, revealing a single Pokeball, as well as a case containing a Micro SD card. Jon grabbed his tablet from the bedside table, placing the card in it, which revealed dozens of files, containing information on every passenger on the SS Wishmaker that fit the criteria Jon mentioned before. Female passengers in their late teens to mid twenties. If Jon was going to find the girl who heard him offer to help the Diamond Ladies, this was how he would do it...

"If you hadn't told me what you were really doing here, I'd have thought I'd married a serial killer if I saw that." Alyssa laughed, "Also, you're doing a really good job of selling the whole bad guy thing..."

"How so?" Jon asked, looking back at his wife who seemed far too amused at the whole situation.

"Twitter is loving you right now." Alyssa replied, "#F**kJonDrake", #DisqualifyJonDrake, and #JusticeforCaldwell are all trending."

Alyssa clicked on a link opening a video, as Jon was slightly surprised to hear his own voice...


"Your Pokemon were beaten and your Skarmory shocked by that light because their trainer made some stupid decisions." Jon called out as he walked away, "Don't take out your bruised ego on me. It's kinda pathetic..."

"Goddamn." Alyssa laughed, "I feel sorry for him."

"Same here, but if he can't act his way through the next few days, this will go to s**t." Jon explained, "As much as I hate being such an a**hole, it is more believable if his reactions are genuine."

"Listen to this one." Alyssa said, giggling, "Jon Drake is a cowardly piece of s**t, who relies on bulls**t stunts like tonight to even have half a chance. My four year old has more natural talent battling than him. I can't wait to see Cassandra wipe the floor with his smug a** tomorrow night..."

"Can't say they aren't creative." Jon retorted, "Send me a link."

Alyssa looked confused, before sending Jon a link to the post. He opened it on it's phone, typing in a reply to the tweet.

"Karen, your four year old is probably the one his preschool teachers have to make sure isn't eating the glue..."

"Now refresh it..." Jon said with a grin, as Alyssa pressed F5.

Alyssa snorted as she read the reply.

"Jesus, you are already being downvoted..." Alyssa laughed, "Who knew it was this easy to tank your reputation."

"Thank God it is, because tomorrow night hinges on it..."

Jon stayed up another few hours, flicking through the files, trying to identify the mystery girl from this afternoon before giving up for the evening, and heading to sleep, Alyssa not far behind him...