((OOC: These two posts are the suck before the awesome, so bear with me and them. Especially Dr. Prop's-I was too tired of waiting for the special fight I had planned for him, so it's ridiculously short.))

Yarvick "The Raticate" Xelsez
Team Aqua
Mount Coronet Northern Cave, En-Route to Celestic Town, Sinnoh.
Affected RPers: N/A

Two men in a dark, totally deserted cave through a mountain. It was cool, very cool, and the stone walls, though confining, had a clear path. With only annoying Zubat and other cave nuisances to distract the duo, which didn't really do that even after Calvin got irritated and whipped out a Repel, Yarvick decided to pop his questions now.

"What is his deal?!" Yarvick asked.

"That guy, his name is Year Velvetine. Nobody knows his REAL name, natch, people in the business don't call each other by their REAL names. I'm not actually 'Calvin,' for instance, and for sake of being clever about it...Let's refer to your dad as Steven Heck-full name basis. Anyways, Velvetine...Well, yeah, talking 'bout it isn't good for your health, but I know that Velvetine was part of Steven Heck's crew, but somethin' pissed him right off and he left. It's all I've got, but Velvetine's been trying to make Steven Heck's life hell for it, whatever it is." Calvin said. "I have a bad feeling he's starting to piece together who Steven Heck REALLY is-it's something Velvetine doesn't even know, nobody knows who the f*** Steven Heck is-and now we've gotta ditch the region before the Clockwork Coalition-Velvetine's boys-come after our a**es."

"And 'our a**es' are?" Yarvick asked.

"That's...Very sensitive information. Information you have the right to know, but the timing isn't right." Calvin said. "Saying it aloud would be bad for the health. All you need to understand is, Velvetine would have Sinnoh law enforcement in love with him-in absolute f***ing love-and it is really critical we don't say the name aloud. As it stands, there is no proof this group exists outside of a crazy swordsman in a Cthulhu mask. If he gets a confirmed name, we're all f***ing screwed, man. GG." Calvin said.

"...Wait, so, let's say you guys ditch the region early?" Yarvick said.

"You'd have to take that up with Steven Heck himself, but we've got nowhere to go-this was our backup base, the last base, our primary base was...Compromised. Political reasons." Calvin said. "Point is, we can't afford to f*** up this."

"OK..." Yarvick said.

He didn't have many more questions on THAT subject, as Calvin seemed to be hiding too much. There was a lot he didn't understand. What kind of people would be so despised that the sword-wielding manic in a Cthulhu War mask would have Sinnoh Law Enforcement in love with him? What kind of person was his father, to be part of a faction THAT bad-and what power did he hold to have people looking for him like this?

He'd find out.

He also make sure to keep a hand near the P90 at all times. His trust with Calvin was better than initially, but Mr. YYings would be gravely mistaken if he STILL didn't think this was all some complex ploy to get the ABH that Yarvick didn't have at all.

...Hey, wait.

it just occurred to him. He almost felt amazingly stupid. How did anyone know it was HIM who had the ABH? The Mega Deoxys form had no face, just eyes, and there were a lot of people with eyes like his. Otherwise he was indistinguishable. The one time he debursted during the fight was inside a ship, and he was not in sight range of any camera nor enemy when he initially bursted.

Yet, the email had practically spelled out that Yarvick and the Goldenrod Massacre were definitely related.

"...So, how did you guys know about me?"

"I don't know. Steven Heck plays cards close to his chest." Calvin said. "I just know it had something to do with Goldenrod."

"Then, how did you know I was at Goldenrod?" Yarvick queried.

"I don't know! I'm not the only spy he's got. He's got quite a few, and our group has got some of the best-if not THE best-espionage action going on ever. We're not perfect, as our surprise visit with Velvetine suggested to you, but we've gotten in-depth knowledge of stuff that most people wouldn't even have known scraps about." Calvin said, looking very pleased with himself. "We know people down to the size of their-"

At that point, a Zubat decided to acquaint itself with Calvin's face.

"-Ah, f***, get it off get it away!" Calvin screamed, flinging his arms wildly in a rather silly attempt to get a bat away from his face. THAT was definitely not just a reaction to the fact a very annoying creature decided to get in real close...

Yarvick would keep the fact that he really hated Zubat in mind.

"...Let's not talk about that." Calvin said.

"Talk about what?" Yarvick responded.

That gave Calvin a good snort.

The fun ended there, though...Some kind of odd aura filled the air, some sinister feeling they couldn't put their fingers on...

...

Doctor Propizio Wasser Te Haurangi, aka Dr. Prop.
Team Aqua
The Skunkworks, AMS Deathwing, Mirage Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

Firing guns was not exactly a PASSION of his...Except when he made the gun himself, or took part in it, and the only OTHER time that happened was with that prototype flamethrower. He decided to ignore that he burned himself with that flamethrower for that comparison.

Just like with that prototype flamethrower, though, he was testing out the best of his various gun designs, and weeding out which, in practice, were the most flawed and removing them from the design list. He'd only made one of each design, and he only came up with nine, more than he anticipated he'd make. Dracaria made quite a few oddball designs for such things totally viable...In theory. In practice, he quickly ditched two because they didn't cover recoil enough, and having a lot of power and bullets was totally worthless if said power and bullets couldn't be controlled.

Further firing testing proved that at least one design was kind of crummy when it came to controlling the spread of the bullets; keeping a precise grouping of bullets was important, as if it was not precise, there was no way it would be accurate. So, he was down to six by two magazines worth of bullets for each gun.

Four magazines later, and three more were gone; Dracaria had many special properties, but its resistance to heat was not among them, and the trio of guns he disposed of suffered from overheating, one visibly so. Having a gun get overheated caused all sorts of problems and accidents.

So, three left.

After one more firing each, two of the remaining three broke in his hands-one fell to pieces, another cracked. This left one deisgn, which Prop had his doubts on. However, several firings later, and the thing didn't give way an inch...

...He'd test it further, he decided, in the sands of route 111.

He didn't make ceremony of it. He quickly grabbed permission from Yantil, got a small defensive convoy consisting of twenty human grunts(the scattered remnants of the Hoenn military were still completely capable of destroying people), and took four hellcats and flew away.

They could easily feel the nasty aura and see the read streaks of light when it happened, but by that time, they were beyond the sight range of the Deathwing, unable to see the battle unfold...