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[rocketman]

✆ Crystal | Messenger Bird | In Person

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[broceanic]

Muk isn't sick as I'd worried, so it could be worse. I think he's just changing with the stuff he's eating here.

[archie waves back at inkay. it's been a while since he saw one... sharpedo floats as close as he can to marenie, calling out to her. that's a nice pebble!]

You've another friend?

[rocketman]

Oh, yes, this is my good chum Inkay.

[Inkay trills and floats back to James, getting close enough for a quick hug.]

Inkay, this is Archie--

--Oh, be, nice, Mareanie!

[This is aimed at his other companion who rushes back to the shore to protect her new pebble.]

I think the big crab fellow gave me Inkay. I wonder why?

[broceanic]

Hello, Inkay. I've met several Malamars before, they're very powerful. You'll be strong when you evolve.

[he just looks over at mareanie and the dejected looking sharpedo. he'll never befriend this weird little octopus...!]

Big crab fellow...?

[rocketman]

Yes, the mountain. Piff something...

Piphron?

He's an Arehtei! My Arehtei!

[He spreads his hands to suggest size.]

The big lug is supposed to be powerful, but how he pulled Inkay from Headquarters I'll never know...

[broceanic]

I've not heard of that one...

[he frowns a little.]

Mountain? --Wait, headquarters?

[rocketman]

Yes, Team Rocket Headquarters. That's where Inkay was!

[He thinks back on home and an image will flash from the crystal into Archie's mind: A massive complex tucked away in the mountains with red "R"s emblazoned on the walls.]

[broceanic]

[he blinks at the sudden image, frowning... not very conspicuous, is it?]

Why was it there? Did you not have it with you? Or in your PC?

[rocketman]

Of course not.

When we got deployed to the Alola Region we were told we had to use the native Pokémon. Something about not standing out or some such.

I had to leave my poor pal behind.

[broceanic]

Tch. You should be allowed to use whatever Pokémon you want. The only thing that would make you stand out is if you sent out Rayquaza.

[he crouches, holding a hand out for mareanie. come get pats...]

How have you been? Aside from screaming.

[rocketman]

Oh, I'm fine.

[At the name "Rayquaza" another memory is transmitted across the crystals as it comes back to him: Him manning the controls of a rocket while the serpent in question launches itself into the stratosphere in pursuit.

The vision ends.]

[broceanic]

[SLOW INHALE.]

James?

[rocketman]

What?

[Then, cautiously...]

Why does everyone look at me like that when I say I'm fine?

[broceanic]

Did you... FLY A SHIP WITH RAYQUAZA IN TOW?!

[rocketman]

I...flew a ship and got knocked down by Rayquaza?

Are you still seeing my thoughts?

I hate this.

[broceanic]

[he presses his hand to his face.]

And I thought I was involved with too many legendaries! Why?!

[rocketman]

Because it's intrusive!

I don't even like knowing my thoughts, I don't need anyone else knowing them!

[He huffs and folds his arms over his chest.]

[broceanic]

No, why were you-- why were you screwing around with Rayquaza?!

[he can understand that mental sharing part perfectly well without needing to ask!]

[rocketman]

Oh, that.

I didn't mess with Rayquaza, it messed with me!

That big brute came soaring straight at us and sent us spinning. I needed to hop on the manual controls.

[He scratches his head.]

[broceanic]

It hasn't been seen in thousands of years.

And it just showed up to ruin your day like that.

[rocketman]

Really?

...I suppose, maybe, beasties like that just enjoy ruining my day.

...Most people enjoy ruining my day.

[broceanic]

[archie just rubs his temples.]

Here I thought I was a legendary magnet. I suppose it fits in for all the others here...

[rocketman]

Oh?

[He squints.]

Exactly how many legendaries have the rest of you lot seen?

[broceanic]

Two for me. Three if you count Magma images of Groudon. Five if you count May's Latias and Rayquaza when it was flying in the sky.

Can't speak for anyone else here.

[rocketman]

Five?

[He presses his lips together a moment, considering this.]

Is that all?

[broceanic]

How... many have you seen...? I'm almost afraid to ask.