Pokemon Unleashed [Private]

[spottedfur]

A dark haze hung in the night air, twisting and turning as the heat rose from the island. The moon shone brightly through the gloom and threw eerie shadows into every corner of the small town. The gentle sounds of nature seemed to have long since vanished, as if they had been chased away. The only sound that hadn't changed was the hum and roars of the ocean.
There was no light to be seen throughout the houses of the town. It was all very quiet and still. Distant lights could be seen. Swaying side to side, back and forth. Team Rocket grunts were patrolling the island.
It hadn't taken them very long to make the island their own. Yet it seemed that their work was only just beginning. They were destroying the natural beauty; constructing the banks into ports, tearing down the small forests to make room for buildings and other structures. They were even tampering with the Tower... disturbing the resting humans and Pomemon who were laid to rest there.
The Tower was one of the most noble landmarks of Cinnabar Island. It was the symbol of the town's rebirthing, though it stood for so much more. Now it was being vandalized for some unknown reason. The ghost Pokemon could be heard, crying out into the night, though their tormented voices were only scarcely heard beyond the thick walls.
The curfew was 8pm. No civilian or any non-Rocket Grunt was permitted to wander the town after curfew. The punishments were severe. No one spoke of the battle between the citizens and the Rockets when they first took over the town... Perhaps if they had there would have been fewer rebellious outbreaks. Those who opposed Team Rocket were never heard from again and those tied to them in any way had been punished as well. Very few of the original townsfolk were left now...
A young man dressed in black wandered the high banks, overlooking the ocean. The waves leaped up and splashed against the rocky outcropping. His face was a mask underneath his black hat as his gaze wandered over the vast watery plains. The moons rays shimmering against the water. This part was still untouched.
The Rocket Grunt lowered his flashlight, turned it off and leaned against a small nearby tree. He folded his arms and stared into the dark sea.

[Dreamer]

Oriel hated wearing black. Yet when one snuck around at night after curfew, black was kind of necessary. Shed beeb doibg this fir a few months now, and had memorized the patrols of the night guards, well mostly. Case in point. Here she found herself pressed against a rocky outcropping, covered in soaked black clothes, trying to melt into the stone. Figuratively of course. Her heart thumped against her chest, a gleeful smile wide on her face. This was what she looked for, the thrill. After sitting around stuck in the mansion all day with her parents and nothing to do, these night outings were just a taste of the freedom she once had before team Rocket had come. She was debating whether or not to move-- that rocket guy was an idiot, why would he turn off his flashlight? How would he even see anyone without it?-- but a low growl made her pause.

A shivering black striped orange  form crouched by her legs. Her Growlithe, Flair, had been basically her impulse control for the last six years, since Oriel had found her while exploring the volcano. The little pokemon was fiercely protective of her, and while Oriel enjoyed messing with her a little, she was more likely to be careful when she had Flair around.

Oriel huffed, Flair was such a killjoy sometimes. But as much as Oriel would have been willing to listen to her pokemon warning normally, she couldn't right now. Flair was drenched with sea water, and the waves continued to spray them occasionally. It was taking a toll on the fire type, and Oriel was not about to let her get too hurt.

The young woman reached down and gathered the pup up in her arms. She had to do this for Flair. Besides even if the Rocket guy caught  her... well she'd be better off than most. Her parents were liked and even respected by team Rocket. Not once had they even considered resisting, in fact they had eagerly revealed names of those who had resisted. All they wanted was money  and peace to continue their research. They had been very careful to entreat Oriel to not interfere. Oriel knew they loved her, but she also knew them for what they were. Cowards.

With that thought in mind, the young woman took a deep breath and crouched down pulling away from the outcropping and creeping towards another...

[spottedfur]

The rocket grunt let out a weary yawn, as he stretched and scratched his head, running his thin fingers through his hair. He grumbled slightly as he fixed his hat, pausing to rub his temples. The late nights were starting to take its toll on him. Ordinarily one would be able to readjust their sleeping habits when given full night time duties, but it wasn't so easy for him to adapt. He wasn't used to this new lifestyle on the island, however charming it was. He had been transferred here only a few months ago when more workers were needed for the ports.
He pushed off the tree and was about to move off, pulling out his flashlight once more, but then he froze in his tracks. He stood there for a moment, held tilted up slightly, before turning around and walking back to the banks. This time he moved a bit off to one side and stood closer to the edge.
"Here?" He spoke quietly under his breath as he crouched down. A tiny figure tore out of the darkness and fluttered into the moon rays. A Zubat circled around the young man, only now letting out it's curious cries. It was as if the little pokemon had manifested from the night itself. It's wing beats were effectively muffled by the pull and push of the waves as they crashed against the rocks.
The rocket grunt leaned over slightly and came face to face with Oriel. With a hushed sound caught in his throat, he fell backwards in shock. Gasping softly, hand over his chest, he heaved out a huff of breath, calming himself. His surprise had only lasted for the quickest of seconds, and within a heartbeat he was on his belly, crawling toward the edge and reaching down the bank.
"Here, let me help you." He whispered, stretching his hands closer. The Zubat fluttered side to side, narrowly avoiding the splashing waves. The rocket grunt glanced at the growlithe, aware of their loyal and protective natures. "Don't do anything reckless now." The signature red "r" on his shirt was just visible, yet he wasn't acting like a typical Rocket Grunt. "I'm a friend, I promise you."