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Giovanni
The Airspace above the Goldenrod City Harbor
Affected RPers: Fairly certain it's all of you.

(OoC: If these posts are at all inaccurate, let me know, and I'll change them to be better. I very much consider this RP post as 'testing the waters.')

'Soon, my plans shall come into fruition. With this Ancient Burst Heart in my possession, I shall soon make the world tremble in my wake,' he thought to himself. He was calm, and proud to be in the position that he was in. He had claimed a powerful artifact, and had greatly desired to use it against a worthy opponent. He was ready to use it. There was one most of all that he desired to use this new weapon on. His own flesh and blood, Alastair Harper. That miserable little cretin had started to become a problem, turning up at random Team Rocket missions, and trouncing the units that he had placed. Then there was his older half brother, Lance Harper. No doubt he would soon find that his parents weren't put down by just anybody. It was only a matter of time.

There was a moment of silence, as he patted the head of his Persian. He then received a transmission. One of his spies at one of the radio towers picked up on a tapped transmission that Team Aqua was headed for Goldenrod City, and specifically for Harper Industries. The good feeling turned into a dark pit in his stomach. That pit caught on fire almost immediately, as Giovanni began to boil with rage at this oncoming armada of Aqua ships. He stared at the screen as they began to invade the harbor. Soon enough, they started blowing up military ships, and then he realized that he must take matters into his own hands if he is to prevent them from meddling in his affairs.

"How DARE these fools come storming into my territory?! Don't they realize the already sizable dent they're putting into MY plans?!" His words carried a venomous hatred behind them. His left hand squeezed the wine glass it original held so gingerly, causing it to shatter in his grip. Wine mixed with blood trickled down his arm, tarnishing the sleeves of his new suit. His attention, however, was fixed on the monitor before him. The screen showed Hoenn ships invading the Goldenrod Harbor, and attacking military ships. This wasn't just an invasion of territory, but also a blockade for his personal business routes. He would not be standing for it.

As the ships neared the harbor, his helicopter sped across the sky, dumping a handful of mines into the ocean. There weren't many, but well enough to take a decent chunk out of their precious ships if they ended up hitting one. He had the chopper tilted so they could see the R painted on the side. He wanted them to know who he was. He then commanded that the helicopter hover just over the AMS Deathwing. It was at this stage that he stood from his seat, stormed over to the automated lift, and emerged from the top of the vehicle, glaring down as if to cast a looming shadow over Team Aqua. Blood still trickled from his hand as he snatched up the radio receiver, and held it in front of his face.

"You miserable, worthless, arrogant little imbeciles! How dare you invade the turf of Team Rocket! I will give you this one warning: Turn your ships around, and go home. If you comply with hostility, you come under the worst fire imaginable. I am Giovanni, and my will be done!" He threw the receiver down, causing a deafening, yet brief feedback. The missile systems locked on to the enemy ships, as three more choppers appeared from behind the much taller buildings and joined Giovanni's helicopter. Men and women dressed in black outfits, branded with an 'R' on the chest, dotted the shore line. Some held cannons, some held rifles, and some held Pokéballs.

Giovanni stood upon his balcony, still glaring and fuming, and his bleeding hand now gripping the side rail in front of him. The pitter-patter of the rain being drowned out by the whirling of the choppers' blades. He wasn't ready to reveal himself just yet. But these idiots made it impossible when they decided to target his future base of operations. He wouldn't allow it. So for this one time, Giovanni would defend this land, for it would be his land. He would not see it fall to scum like Team Aqua. If they wanted it, they would have to go through the most dangerous man in Johto and Kanto combined. A man that commanded the respect of Team Aqua, and had better damn well get that respect.


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Lance Harper
Goldenrod City
Affected RPers: Death's Spook, Velocity, TheProtobabe

It was a quiet car ride, Lance had focused on his phone, secretly studying his mobile phone, and researching Team Rocket. He wanted to find anything and everything on Giovanni. Some of the sickest things that Lance had ever seen is what the internet had shown him of Team Rocket. How could Giovanni do these things? How could he just get away with it all? He didn't know how he was going to take him down, but he was going to find a way. Although moderately lost in his own thoughts and internet searches, the quiet humming of rain drops hitting the roof of the limo was rather soothing to his ears, and his mind.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Lenore said before apparently deciding to take a nap.

"You sure know how to pick 'em, Alastair," He said, before returning to his investigations. Helena rested on his arm, to keep appearances, although no doubts sneaking in the occasional glance at his phone. He didn't mind it. He wanted her to see. To see the destruction put into play by Team Rocket, and what we all would have to look forward to.

When the limousine slowed to a stop, Lance got out of the vehicle, and noticed Lenore talking to an Absol. She carried on a conversation with it, before directing her attention to the group. "Lance, Alistair, Helena,” Lenore said, addressing the group. She did her best to keep her voice calm, but the stress in her voice and expressions were starting to seep through her facade. She began to explain the details of the situation that went on in her head as she pretended to nap. Lance decided to speak up, and address this whole ordeal.

"Lenore, if what you're saying is true, then our plans are going to be foiled. I can't give a speech to these people if we're walking into an assured Armageddon," he said, not sure if even he wanted to take himself seriously. But part of him wanted to believe her visions, as ludicrous as they seemed to be. Lance learned through his training to never leave anything to random chance. He would need to be certain of her explanation first.

"Micah senses the danger as well," she added, gesturing to the still-anxious Absol. "If we stay here, our very survival may become unlikely. I don't know how much time we have. But I'd estimate no more than ten to twenty minutes before everything gets ugly." She paused for a moment to think, and then spoke up once more, "I suggest that anyone with a Psychic-type; 'Use that Pokémon to spread the word through the hospital en masse; it will save time.' My next polite recommendation is that afterward we get the h*ll out of dodge."

"Well I don't have any Psychic Types, So I'll leave that to you, as for getting out of here-" He was cut off by the noise of a helicopter flying overhead, and heading for the harbor. A chopper that he had seen before, and knew without a doubt, who was on it. At the same time, barriers had started to form around the hospital. It was at this point that he decided to speak up, again, "As for getting out of here, that just isn't going to happen!"

In an instant, Lance took off in the direction the helicopter was headed, he managed to make it out before the barriers sealed him in there. He followed it all the way to the edge of a pier, only to find himself suddenly surrounded by Team Rocket goons. They weren't necessarily focused on him, though. They were focused on the objects in the distance slowly coming into view. They were ships. Were these the ships that Lenore had spoken of? If so, her visions were about to become very real. By the time everyone had caught up with him, Lance was pulling a studded leather bracelet from the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

"Sorry, Lenore. But running... Well that just isn't going to happen. So let's instead get ready to defend our home from these invaders, and let them know that we aren't going down without a fight. What do you say, Alastair? Helena? Lenore?"