Rising through the ranks in the silly organization was easy. All they cared about was money, life was insignificant. She would laugh at the poor souls had she the muscles in her face. It was only a matter of time before the organization of team rocket would begin working their way into Celosia and any other states that rose to power on this rock. Working as a scouting mission alone was a privilege namely reserved for the admins, and after vociferous protesting, she got the job to work on Asemon. Of course, she would do her job, only to the extent that would best serve her needs however. But today, she would have to worm her way into the borders of all the claimed territories. Gible rocked anxiously in his ball, but the blonde woman kept a closed lid on the capsul-just in case. Hearing the sound of pebbles churning and rolling, she stopped and waited for a response; otherwise, she would keep on.
"Every rose has its thorn" Like my chracter? Adopt Me
The terrain was treacherous. Each step Victor felt the ground beneath his feet shifting and crumbling. "Why did I take this path?" He was on his way to a small farm past this jagged and horrid terrain. His thoughts were fuming, take the mountain path they said, it would be faster they said. He would in fact get there faster, if he were to fall and roll down a few 1000 ft. He managed to get Atlas into a pokeball, he would be no use in this situation. Victor kept moving step by step inch by inch...the ground beneath his feet gave way and Victor fell hard. The slip forward, caused Victor to his his head on a rock. His mind went dark, and his motionless body began sliding to certain doom.
"Only create what you understand, and even then use caution."