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 Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2021 10:42 am
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Aile would take the envelope that her teammate offered, opening it while sowing a few thoughts for later. First one being that whole Macro Cosmos group, which registered in her head not for any sort of tech thing, but the fact that they were also the ones running the Pokémon League and current tournament over in Galar, weren’t they? Must have a lot of fingers in different pies over there. Second, and probably of much less importance than what her mind was giving it, was why the heck was Lysandre Labs still running under that name? Invading another region and really kickstarting a world war wasn’t enough to make them change their name to try to function in the aftermath of all that? Then again, the woman didn’t have a good time frame for all of this, and there could have been a name change after the fact. As it was, it really wasn’t of her immediate concern, especially when she wasn’t sure when the next time she was going to have to deal with either of the mentioned companies, so she did her best to file both of those thoughts away for another time. The Galar one would be more pressing since there were still Snagems over there competing, but all of this would be after the tournament was done. As for Lysandre Labs? Yeah, she had no clue when she was next going to be in that region, despite her being from that region with family still there. Just… how things had gone over there in recent memory just made her want to avoid the region as much as possible.
With a shake of her head and a sigh, her attention would return to the papers she took out of the envelope, looking through the papers while still keeping an ear on Reno and Isaac’s conversation, eyes briefly glancing up from the papers when Reno brought up the question of how this particular metal was made. Her eyes went back to the papers after a moment, but she was mildly curious about how he was going to answer that.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2021 2:23 pm
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"Who said he didn't," Isaac replied to Reno, as a slight smile crept incrementally onto his face, "But, after three offers and ten times the original amount, he finally realized that I wasn't going to sell the patent to him. As for your other supposition," Isaac's smile could no longer be called slight, having broken out into the sort of cocky grim that rarely, if ever, was seen upon his visage, "Well... you're not wrong. But, neither of the two teams of lawyers that showed up were aware of that particular tidbit of information. Right now, the only people who are aware of... that particular requirement are the two of you, Sub, Stone, and the other two lead developers on the project: Ivan and Meredith. Quite frankly, I'd like to keep things that way. It seems safer for my own personal health if these companies believe they only need to acquire a formula. Having said that, feel free to send any ideas for projectile modifications to us. Ivan is already working on Pyrinite tips, so I'll pass along your request for Ebonite."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2021 8:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 12:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 12:14 pm
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Amber and co. would find themselves in the caverns of Mt. Silver after passing through the front, and only, entrance to Snagem headquarters. It was just a short walk forward and a step around the raging waterfall curtain did they made it to the cavern proper. The inside of Mt. Silver was winding maze filled with all sorts of dangers, and for good reason was blocked off from the public. Fortunately for them they only had to climb up some rocks here and take a walk alongside the river which fed the waterfall in front of HQ so it wouldn't be that difficult to find their way, just follow the river. The river filled with psychotic Golduck and stabby Seaking, that is.
"Hm? They are in the Galar region, most of them that is. They are partaking in a tournament." GRAY answered the Luxray hybrid's question. "Getting to them is the hard part. There are rules for getting into the tournament but I think there might be a way to get you in..." GRAY commented, going quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. "Get your things and go find Claydol in the common room. You're going to Galar." The AI informed Deo.
As promised, downstairs in the common was a lone Claydol, lazily spinning in place as it awaited its passenger. |
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 12:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 1:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 1:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 2:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 3:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2021 10:32 pm
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Aile sighed as she finished looking at the expense report, shoving the papers back into the envelope they came in. “Reno, you’re far from being a cheap date, if one equates this to a date… Do I want to know how many exotic materials you had to source to make this new metal of yours, Isaac? Because seriously… That’s one of the biggest expense reports, monetary wise, that I’ve ever seen.” The envelope would disappear into the woman’s jacket as she shook her head. “Anyways… Is there anything else that should get passed onto Sub once the tournament gets wrapped up? Otherwise, Isaac, I’m sure you at the very least would appreciate me heading out after my unexpected arrival. Though, is there an ETA on Reno’ll be able to leave? Er.. Just out of curiosity.” The woman scratched behind her ear, looking upwards at a seemingly uninteresting point on the ceiling. “He is one of the bigger hitters of Snagem, after all.” |
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2021 10:09 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2021 1:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2021 2:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2021 2:52 pm
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