Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Dumb Furret]

"I think as soon as you can make that time would be best," Ship said. He was, at least, not shy about giving his input. He couldn't quite smile back yet, but he felt better now.  

[Darksol88]

Ms Edyn

"Wouldn't have gone that far," Night mumbled, highly tempted to rip her own SNAG machine off and fling it across the room childishly. Managing to control that strong urge, she simply sighed angrily and leaned against the wall, "Just would have made him a her and, as I said, made her a little less sexist."


"You steal pokemon from other trainers?" Michael asked, staring at Sub in mild shock before glancing towards Sol and returning to stare at Sub, "Okay, let me retract what I'd said earlier. Don't think I wanna be part of a group like that."

"Only when deemed necessary. While we are a huge proponent of gray morality, most of us don't steal from someone who doesn't deserve it." Sol said, hoping to clarify a bit. "I can't speak for all of us, but each one seems to have their own creed for what they do."

He was tempted to bring up that he could see why Night and Ceramew got along like they did, but he also preferred to not be killed and reborn back into childhood, so he kept quiet.  

[Ms Edyn]

"I see..." Michael said softly, still a little uneasy about the whole 'pokemon stealing thing.' "So, if I take the machine, I don't have to use it do I?"  

[Darksol88]

Ms Edyn

"I see..." Michael said softly, still a little uneasy about the whole 'pokemon stealing thing.' "So, if I take the machine, I don't have to use it do I?"

"Precisely. If it makes you feel any better, my daughter prefers the use the Capture Styler she still has instead." Sol said. "Given that its uses are a temporary measure however, I suppose she finds it better than outright stealing. If the Pokemon doesn't decide to stay with her anyhow."  

[Ms Edyn]

"I guess," Michael shrugged, picking out his devices, "I'll take one. Can't say I'll ever use it, though. Prefer to catch my pokemon the old fashion way, guess you could say." He grinned and gave Zephyr a small pat on the head.  

[Darksol88]

"Each one has their stance. I've only ever used my own twice." Sol added.  

[Dumb Furret]

Ship watched Sub leave and, deciding that now might be a good time to practice not being withdrawn, followed. At a distance.

He didn't want to seem creepy. Even if this came naturally to dark types.  

[A Combustible Lemon]

The doors to the main room opened briskly, although you could hardly say they got slammed open. In walked a rather tired looking young woman, her knee-length fall coat opened against the summer night, a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans underneath. Behind her glasses, hazel eyes darted around, trying to take in everything at once- both people and features of the room. In her fingerless-gloved right hand, a modestly expensive looking camera could be found, held in a deathgrip- the left swung up from her belt loop to brush her shoulder-length red hair away from her face, slightly out of order as it spilled out from under an anachronistic leather cowboy hat, which had a press pass in its band.

A frown tugged at her lightly tanned face, noticing that nobody seemed to be in the room. It then brightened up slightly, her left hand swinging back down to the messenger bag at her side, as she noticed Sub. So she did what any reporter would do- she followed him. "Hey you!"  

[A Combustible Lemon]

The woman frowned again, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a slip of paper. "I'm looking for a... hold on..." She said, unfolding the paper quickly. "Erm... a... 'Sub'."

Her frown deepened. "What kind of name is 'Sub', anyway?"  

[A Combustible Lemon]

"Oh."

The woman pocketed her paper again, pushing her glasses up slightly with her middle finger out of habit. "I'm Rose Aliway, with the Kanto Journal? I think my boss should've been in touch."