Yarvick "The Raticate" Xelsez
Team Aqua
Slateport Aquatics Museum, Slateport, Hoenn
Affected RPers: The Selkmeister General, TheoreticalSelkie.

Yarvick kept shadowing poor Mr. Rosehall until he hit the backrooms. The sucker would have no idea what hit him. Yarvick waited a few seconds, then followed in after him, making dead sure to close the door quietly behind him.

The backrooms were not populated with guards, only cameras. Yarvick hadn't seen all of the museum, and it may have been that the guards were almost all in the exhibits. Their most valuable pieces were the ones on display, the rest was mostly junk or cheap aquatic exhibits. The only other living thing here seemed to be the curator. Yarvick made sure not to get in any place where he could turn his head and see him-follow from a distance, dead silent and out of any place where the curator could just turn his head to see him.

...And, good thing he did, for he saw something else. Something in the Curator's shadow...Something unnatural about it.

Normally, a regular joe would just not notice it at all, or if he did, he would accredit it to a trick of the light. But Yarvick knew better. Training with his own Gengar and seeing it in action spoiled the surprise for him. The Curator was either being shadowed by a Gengar, or Rosehall had one of his own watching his back. Fortunately, it followed too closely to not see what the Curator couldn't by turning his head, so Yarvick just kept doing what he was normally.

Eventually, the Curator reached his destination, entering his office, his Pokemon in tow. Nobody was in sight, only a camera.

Yarvick, as quietly as he could, sent out his own Pokemon, or at least half of them. Hyperion was a definite choice, right off the bat-his Psionics would allow him to quickly grab the Meteorite right from the box, then teleport away. Iapetus would be critical to his success as well, as Iapetus was privy to his own kin's tactics and could easily recognize-and attack-the hidden Gengar, distracting it from the rest of the crew. Lastly, Rhea, who Yarvick compared to a female Bruce Lee, flying in with insanely fast and hard hits to basically everywhere. She'd be the muscle here-fast and furious, the one to physically attack the Curator and make sure he's not going to yelp. Yarvick considered bursting with her after she had knocked out the Curator to cause MORE trouble. A thief going after the meteorite was one thing, a thief that had a burst heart would make paranoia spread like wildfire, attract attention to Orre, and all of that lovely stuff the Aqua higher-ups wanted done here.

"OK, guys, a Curator has got the meteorite, and he's dusting it off in there. He's got a Gengar guarding it, but this shouldn't change much. Iapetus, go after your counterpart. Hyperion, take the meteor and teleport away back to the bench. Rhea, you and I will take the Curator head-on and KO him." Yarvick said, clutching his baton. He hadn't actually taken firearms for this particular job, though he wished he did. That would have helped make a good scene.

His intention was to burst in there and do the damage, but, in a stroke of unknown luck, the 'curator,' now a blonde-haired man in a blue shirt, busted out of the door with a box in his hands. He wasn't a curator, he was a thief in disguise!

Five to two, counting Atlas in the cameras. This was unfair, and Yarvick liked it.

Yarvick whipped out the baton and attempted to nail him in the face almost as soon as he saw him; Rhea took a third of a second to follow suit with a Mach Punch; Iapetus almost immediately found the Gengar and shot a Shadow Ball at it; and Hyperion used Telekinesis on the box itself, attempting to grab the meteor. Atlas hadn't revealed himself at all yet, though he'd likely aim for the incoming guards unless Yarvick told him otherwise, and Yarvick used gestures to commune with Atlas through the cameras.