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Atlas’ eyes trailed the director as he left, waiting for the man to disappear from view before his posture loosened again. He shivered— it was never fun having someone scrutinize you like that. If he ended up actually joining Special Operations he’d have to deal with those prying eyes very...

Atlas had been hoping for some kind of reaction from Stephan, but no. Nothing but that same dismissive attitude. Atlas would admit his words might have been a bit rambling, but to be so quickly and easily disregarded. It was quite annoying— Ah well, there’d be more time to poke and prod later...

The sheer annoyance in Stephen's voice made Atlas swallow some airy quippy reply about the insularity of Pokestar studios and air quality of Virbank City. More of the idle musing he was so used to filling the air with. They would be unhelpful to say the least, pushing Stephen farther away. Maybe...

Atlas’ smile couldn’t help but grow a millimeter wider at seeing his ‘new friend’ pause. It was just a delight being able to throw people off guard— one he really should be quashing. Drawing too much attention was asking for trouble, but it was too tempting. He took the empty seat next to the...

Atlas couldn’t help but notice how quickly the man matched his casual tone. One would think a request from the director would come with a bit more urgency— Unless of course the director had a smaller part in the decision than implied. He couldn’t help but entertain the notion of declining for...

Atlas slid his gaze from the table to the person newly seated at the table, blue eyes brightening as he took a look at the man. The well put together outfit, the straightforward speech, the slight air of annoyance— as if he knew he was a cut above the rest. This was a professional. A rarity in...

It was a normal day in one of Team Plasma’s labs. Quiet except for the murmurs of scientists and grunts on break, or traveling from one task to another. It would be almost peaceful, if the whole place wasn’t so cold. Temperature wise, but also in the other sense. The rooms were sleek and modern...

Was the correct answer to that question no? Perhaps, Crescendo was not the most steady flier on a windy day let alone in the middle of a storm. Still, Atlas was absolutely fine. He nudged Crescendo towards the distant shapes of Jericho and Mercury, trying to lessen the distance between them...

Atlas pulled out a pokeball, carefully pressing the button. In a swirl of light an Altaria appeared, immediately leaning over to nuzzle Atlas. Even though they really should be hurrying, he pulled the pokemon into a hug. “Don’t tell Pashmina about this, okay?” Atlas whispered to his pokemon. The...

Atlas worried his lip. The nearby houses were probably the best option—if they were let in. If nothing else the wooden cabins were built by someone who actually appreciated windowpanes and doors, unlike the stone arches the tower consisted off. There was just... something worrying about the...

Atlas couldn't help but laugh at that. "I suppose I am! Or was—I haven't had any close calls in quite a while!" Atlas admitted. Younger him was very eager to help and not very cautious. It was a mix that attracted all sorts of crooks, and got him into so much trouble. It was almost funny...

Atlas’ eyes lit up when Jericho accepted, and he seemed to smile even wider when he heard the facts. “You wanted to be a coordinator? That’s adorable!” Atlas cheered. “Did you ever practice routines as a kid?” He laughed, thinking of the stoic man as a little kid mesmerized by showy battles and...

“My team consists of Crescendo, my Altaria. Silvestris my Whimsicott and Pashmina my Cinccino,” Atlas told him. “Funny how we both have dragon flying types. Funny and unfortunate.” He cursed internally, he could play that off couldn’t he? Say he heard it somewhere? Grunts do love to gossip. It...

Atlas wracked his brain for any tidbits of information that could be helpful as he and Jericho left the base. He remembered some tips people had mentioned for navigating, but all anecdotal, and filled with superstition. After all, the advice to “startle a woobat and see where it flies” as a tip...

Atlas sighed, shaking his head. Not even a crumb of information. Just a very basic lie. A fairly principled one, but no less untrue. Atlas wished his ‘hunches’ were more detailed, that he would be able to pry our more details by sheer force of will. Perhaps the lie was to cover up some more...

Atlas could hardly believe what he was hearing! Or well, that was untrue. He had felt the gentle thrum in the back of his head of something spectacular, the light heady feeling of good fortune. Still, being assigned a mission to locate the legendary dragons? Such an opportunity would allow him...

The various Team Plasma bases scattered around the region were not what one would call cozy. After all, who has room for comfort and luxury in the pursuit of a goal like freedom? Liberty? Or perhaps bare walls and cold chairs were just cheaper, easier to maintain. Even their fabled king’s castle...

"Yeah, we should be there soon," Nephrite said. The screen showed an image of a ship slowly approaching a moon shaped object. From her calculations they should be landing right about... now. The ship shook as it landed on the moon. "We're here."

"Two whole years?" Nephrite said, turning towards Ametrine. "That is ridiculous amount of time to be stuck down there." She couldn't believe being alone in the same drab environment for so long. Heck, she had gotten bored on her old ship! At least then there were other gems, and places to see...

"Not much," Nephrite admitted. "Piloting ships, helping with ship maintenance." Committing mild treason. "Regular nephrite stuff." She didn't plan to spill her entire history to someone she had just met. Plus there wasn't a lot of interesting things, not except for a few recent events. However...