Plot:

It's the year 2050, and the Pokemon World is not as you know it anymore. The ecosystem is unbalanced and the world is being ripped apart by the new secret government known as the evil Team Psyche. Allied to Team Aqua, they now control and police the world. By capturing and cloning legendary pokemon, they have unbalanced nature and the very way of life for all humans and pokemon. These clones are all things heartless, wild and ruthless, destroying anything in their paths. They have already killed hundreds of species of pokemon to the point of extinction, destroyed towns, cities, homes, and many landmarks.

A group of people that have taken leading command over Team Aqua, and who have had great connection to Psyche are three mysterious members who's names are Ki, Xalia and Diseh. They seem to have an even greater connection to Spence, a rouge man, leader of the old Team Midnight that was wiped out 37 years ago.

Join Spence and his new Team Midnight to find and destroy the evil of Team Psyche before the distorted world of today is finally torn apart under their feet.

Setting:

It's the year 2050 (the future after the events of Red and Team Rocket in Pokemon RBY, so technology is greatly advanced). This roleplay spans over the regions Kanto, Johto and Hoenn, in a world that is now distorted and horrid due to the evil creation of the clones and the evil government.

Pokemon:

Mewtwo, Mew, Lugia, Ho-oh, Celebi, Kyogre, Groudon and Rayquaza are the only single pokemon ever. Jirachi, Deoxys, and all the pokemon beginning with Dialga going down in the pokedex are not known and maybe inexistent. Those that I have mentioned are not to be used, but you may have a legend not mentioned such as Suicune, Regirock, Latios, and so on. These pokemon exist commonly (in the wild) now due to cloning, one of Team Psyche's known traits. This has greatly affected the ecosystem in a bad way, and weather around the world is out of proportion. Great storms, hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, floods... The lot.

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Secret files:

Team Rocket: Destroyed and scattered in 2002. Nowadays no more than a group of thugs in black costumes.

Team Magma: Totally destroyed and almost forgotten. Taken out by Team Midnight in 2012. Team Midnight were pushed into doing this by both teams; Aqua and Psyche.

Team Aqua: Controlled by behind-the-scenes Psyche members, the police of most cities. Archie was once still leader, until he was given power that he had thought to be his thump card to better Psyche as Magma once tried. He was defeated and a new leader was trained soon after by Psych; a 19 year old young man.

Team Solaris: Team Solaris, second led by Diseh, who had disappeared after the demise of Magma, were shortly scattered.

Team Psyche: The secret evil government who had planned most events in their favour. It's responsible for the cloning gene in which has cloned many legends throughout the world in a secret location, responsible for the deaths of millions of people and pokemon, and responsible for the world's state at present. Known members of this organisation are Ki, Xalia and Diseh, who are plotted by an unknown Master.

Team Midnight: Team Midnight has been around for as long as Team Psyche, before any of the Teams. First disbanded in the 1970's, sometime in the future it was reformed. When lone member aged 16 Spence joined Midnight after an incident in 2012, he was involved in two battles against Team Magma that resulted in the complete wipe out of Team Midnight. Once Team Magma was destroyed, Team Aqua and Psyche took allegiance and were able to defeat Midnight and conquer the world. How? And why Magma was had to be defeated? No one knows. Spence, possibly the only one who knows the truth, the lone survivor, still carries on till this day. He granted himself the leader of Midnight.

Team Midnight's goal: To destroy Team Psyche and their combined forces with Aqua. The leader also has a personal vengeance against them, the destruction of his home, Motown.

Motown: It was a village hidden away from the public. There, Spence grew up with his father and his best friends. When Spence was young, he went to train one day when there was an explosion and Motown was completely wiped out. It turned out that it was none other than Mewtwo who had destroyed the town. Mewtwo; created by Psyche, stolen and controlled by Magma. Survivors of the incident, Spence's friends, found out that Motown was actually controlled by Psyche all along. It turned out that after Magma learnt of this, Motown's true existence, the team tried to destroy the place and the residents for some purpose, with the help of their controlled Mewtwo. The reason why was not told, for Spence and company were used (by Aqua and Psyche behind the scenes) to finish off Team Magma for good. This party included Ki, Xalia and Diseh.

After certain circumstances, Aqua and Psyche hunted down the fellowship, and Spence and his party were scattered.

Mysteries involving Motown include Spence's lost friends who died shortly after surviving the blast from Mewtwo, and the abnormal things happening to Spence himself.



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Profile:

Setup your profiles and I'll wait to begin. You could be suffering from the order of Psyche or Aqua in a town or city in Johto, Kanto or Hoenn, or be a rouge member of Team Solaris, Rocket or Magma. Your character is however completely unaware of the secret files, or any plans of the governed teams. I'll send Spence wondering your way. Please join and have fun!

Name: Jimmy
Profession: Member of what is now "Team Rocket"

Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Body type: Athletic
Hair and eye colours: Bright blue eyes and Dark brown shaggy hair that's usually covered with a black bowler
Face type: Good compexion, dimple, very young looking.
Other physical features: He always has a devious smirk on his face
Clothing style: Wears a bowler hat, a plain jump-suit with an 'R' painted in red on the shoulder, wears a sleak pair of boots and carries a cane. (He doesn't need it though)
Speech style: Nadsat ((mix of slavish and russian slang substituting certain words int he english language))

Personality:
General demeanour: Sarcastic, Mischievous, Stubborn, isn't afraid to show his dominance
How he/she sees himself: An anarchist
Best qualities: Can talk himself out of any situation, Quick-witted, Can keep a level head, Has top battling skills both with and without the use of pokemon
Worst qualities: Sloppy with his "work", Over-confident, Gets carried away with himself, Stubborn, refuses to listen to what other people have to say,

Background:
Parents: June and Michael; poor
Siblings: Brother; Henry age: 15
Hometown: Fuschia City
Childhood history: Since he can remember, his family lived in poverty. He grew up with nothing, and now he's watching his brother go through the same thing, he hopes to change that with his new line of "work".
Recent history: Now a member of the new "Team Rocket", he makes his families money by robbing the people of Fuschia and looting the local stores.
Plans for the future: None, Jimmy lives purely in the here and now and is in the belief that nothing will change unless it is forced.

Pokemon team: ,

((Haha...I thoguht Alex from A Clockwork Orange would be the ideal character for this time period))
Hope all is good!

Name: angelo
Profession: traveller, former second in command of team solaris

Appearance:
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Body type: thin
Hair and eye colours: short black curly hair and brown eyes
Face type: round head, missing one of his front teeth
Other physical features: scar on his hand
Clothing style: black cloak, black t-shirt, jeans,
Speech style: i am sorry.... (he has a deep voice)

Personality:
General demeanour: serious, very organized, tends to take control of people he meets,
How he/she sees himself: A leader
Best qualities: very organized, skills, good battle technique, quality battler
Worst qualities: loyal to a fault, gets angry easily, stubborn

Background:
Parents: dead
Siblings: None
Hometown: unknown
Childhood history: his parents died when he was young so he doesn't know who they were
Recent history: tries to find the remaining members of team solaris to try and reconstruct it
Plans for the future: reconstruct team solaris and destroy team aqua

Pokemon team: suicune, gallade, froslass, dusknoir,

Name: Russell Faraday (Yay, the Stand!)
Nicknames: Walking Dude, The Dark Man
Profession: Assassin for Team Rocket ("assassinates" who he feels like)

Appearance:
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male
Body type: Tall and muscular
Hair and eye colours: Blond, black
Face type: Middle aged, lined
Other physical features: A long scar across his chest
Clothing style: Hooded jacket decorated with various pins that lets his torso be seen, Black jeans,
Speech style: nice, sweet voice he uses as a ruse

Personality: Totally evil. Tries (and succeeds) to twist people against each other, Very cruel
General demeanour: He seems happy and easygoing, but has an aura that just creeps people out
How he/she sees himself: A leader
Best qualities: quality battler
Worst qualities: Evil, murderous, ifninite cruel sreak, treats pokemon like trash, etc.
Background:
Parents: None
Siblings: None
Hometown: Unknown
Childhood history: More Unknown, even to him
Recent history: He had a hand with many pokemon related disasters.
Pokemon team: (Absol and houndoom in dark balls) Absol, Houndoom, Weavile

is it okay to base our characters on book characters?

EDIT- woops, apparently my character has good qualities. I copied crunchy's and filled in my own

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I'll explain some things as well approve your applications. When I do, don't take it to heart or bad or anything, because I really want you to stay and play.

Jimmy: In, and remember, Team Rocket don't have a base or anything, only Aqua and Psych (Hoenn is in Aqua's, Psych's a secret location). All the others were destroyed. So, Team Rocket's meetings (if they did?) are often held in the streets/sewers or other secretive locations. There aren't many members of Team Rocket, considering the fact that they might of felt that joining Team Aqua is for the best.

Angelo: I've seen your roleplaying and I will have to say no. (By the way, nobody knows what happened to Solaris after Diseh disappeared.)

rumetz: All well and good except the recent history, which would have been like 100 years ago... I think I'll leave Lugia/Ho-oh out of this for the time being, the other birds are all cloned (messing up the ecosystem or whatever, there's a lot of storms and rain in this story), Mewtwo was created by Psych, and nobody knows about anything and nothing about them apart that they have formed an alience with Aqua and that they govern and control the world now, Kyogre and Groudon were or are with their respecting teams, and considering Magma was defeated, nobody knows about what happened to Groudon. Could be the very pokemon able to stand against Aqua?

Thunder: Loners are all well and good, but hopefully he'll make an effort to open up this time round? You'll be this character for awhile, so why not make him more interesting? It's the year 2050, storms rain all day and all night. I don't really think they'll be rather strong farms. Anyway, I didn't really want to use Sinnoh for this roleplay, sorry.

You're all excepted bar Angelo. And remember, just because I said to change some things doesn't mean I don't want you to play. I'm still fine-tuning as you can see... Please play.

The wind gusted around torn cloth around the body of an old man, standing upon a hilltop above an old city. The wind was as cold as ice. Blowing, it flung the cover off his head. A rugged man with a scar down his face glared down as if piercing through the night. Fuschia, another one of the cities cursed to live in this existence.

He placed his hand onto the tree beside him to rest. Looking down, a Pidgey was found dead, huddled up against the tree root for useless protection from the weather. He knelt down, placing his hand over and patting it. "I'm so sorry."

He striked his sword into the ground beside the fine dirt, the grave he made for the Pidgey. It wasn't the first time he had seen such pokemon die. Because of the ecosystem, countless pokemon have been dying off, weaker species have even been completely wiped out because of it. All thanks to, "Those bastards..."

Suddenly, a tapping sound could be heard from behind him. He looked back to be astonished by a large Suicune coming his way. He gasped as the beast's paw landed into a small puddle to stop a distance. Could it have been...? "Xalia?..." No. The beast was purple, and it had already started growling.

Without warning, it ferociously threw itself at him. The man had growled, swinging his body around to immediately grab the blade. Fa-ching! He had reflected Suicune, making it fly, tumbling and sliding through the mud and into a nearby bush.

He man breathed heavily. His breath like smoke as it filled the cold air. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before, it was just... "Heh, stupid nostalgia..."

He walked the streets of Fuschia City as the rain patted the pavement under him. He wore his cloak around his body and shadowed his face. He was a wanted man. The local authorities, Team Aqua, would kill him onsite if he had ever shown himself. He wasn't about to do anything stupid in a city, most dangerous of all places. He would be surrounded, and surely what would have remained of his life would be over.

He walked through the auto-door of their Pokemon Center. Many homeless were sleeping around the cold wet floors. He tried the best he could to step around them. He stood up against the counter.

"What business do you have?!" an old crook of a man answered. He wasn't nice in the least.

He opened up his hand to show two pokeballs.

"Ah, a payment. Two pokemon will cover your stay here...three days," he smiled greedily, no conscience whatsoever.

"I don't wish to stay," he closed up his hand, glaring a little, "This is a Pokemon Center."

"Hmph. This isn't a Poke' Center anymore, pal. You pay up or get out." He reached from under the counter, pulling up a shotgun.

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Afterwards, sitting on the pavement of a dark street, he sat watching the water run down into the drains. He didn't think it would've worked out anyway. His pokemon were sick, and Pokemon Centers almost worldwide were shut down.

He looked up into the night sky. The world had grown so harsh...since the old days.

((This could be interesting. ))

My Profile:

Name: Kenneth Alexander (goes by Ken)
Profession: Rookie Pokemon Trainer

Appearance:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Body type: Skinny
Hair and eye colours: Spiky, flaming red hair and green eyes
Face type: Somewhat innocent and boyish despite his age
Other physical features: 6’1”, a good height
Clothing style: Goggles on head, black trench coat, white and yellow checkered shirt, black windbreaker pants with blue stripes down leg sides, black tennis shoes
Speech style: Nothing unusual, although he sometimes says stupid things at inappropriate times

Personality:
General demeanour: A bit of an idiot, which causes him to be ignorantly cheerful and optimistic, even during dark times
How he/she sees himself: A little scatter-brained, maybe, but a damn good pokemon trainer
Best qualities: Positive and uplifting, can be clever at times
Worst qualities: Mentally slow

Background:
Parents: Doesn’t remember them
Siblings: None that he knows of
Hometown: Not sure
Childhood history: Doesn’t remember much about his childhood, sadly. He was in Motown during the catastrophic explosion, barely escaping death before Sirena, a gardevoir blessed with human speech, teleported him to safety. While he kept his life, he suffered severe amnesia from a head injury, and thus doesn’t recall much from before the incident. ((Please scroll down to read full history. ^^))
Recent history: Became a pokemon trainer, hoping to rediscover his true identity during his journey.
Plans for the future: Knows that Team Psych is somehow involved with his past, and seeks to find out why, no matter what it takes.

Pokemon team:

(Sirena)


((I’m also going to post a brief summary of Ken’s true history, since I think it makes for a much more interesting RP when you know a character’s past, even when they don’t. With that in mind, none of the other characters should know Ken’s real identity unless there’s a good reason. Also, Crunchy, let me know if any of this conflicts with your plot. Thanks. ^^))

Kenneth Alexander is actually quite a brilliant and resourceful young man, having been born a prodigy child. He served as one of the lead scientists for Team Psych, following in the footsteps of his father, Dr. Victor Alexander, who worked for Team Rocket during its prime. But despite being a successful researcher, Ken has always dreamed of becoming a pokemon trainer.

He met Sirena one spring day while doing field work in Hoenn. She was an average ralts then, but the pokemon found herself intellectually attracted to Ken, and so she returned to the lab with him, where she served as his loyal assistant, as well as a valuable test subject. It was thanks to Ken’s experiments that she eventually learned how to speak with humans telepathically.

Ken and Sirena worked with each other on several major projects, but their biggest challenge came when Team Psych required they create the ultimate pokemon, Mewtwo. Ken was relocated to Motown, where he and a group of other Team Psych scientists worked on the project tirelessly. But once Team Magma learned of this “ultimate pokemon”, they stole it and used it in an attempt to wipe out Team Psych, destroying Motown in the process.

Ken nearly died in the assault, but it was Sirena who saved him, teleporting him to safety. While Ken kept his life, he lost all of his memories after suffering from a severe head injury. Sirena, who cared deeply for her master, didn’t want him getting hurt again by going back to Team Psych, and so she encouraged him to pursue his childhood dream of training pokemon so that he may live a happy carefree life. But with Team Psych still in power, nothing seems to be very happy or carefree anymore.

Note: Ken's team consists of pokemon he rescued from the lab before the explosion. He has never actually captured his own before.

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((Lugizard: Hmm... Your profile is interesting... However, Spence was 16 when Motown was destroyed, which is about 24 years back... Even then, 40 was a rough estimate of his age. To be even connected to Motown, you’d have to have been born just before the incident. Also, nobody is connected/family related to Team Psych (other than Motown) or to be the ones who created Mewtwo.))

"Yeah, and you must be one of them, right?" he replied, shifting his coat to reveal his sheath, "You know, I don't blame you and your friends stealing for a living, the state of the world we live in, but you should at least avoid hurting innocent people," he placed his hands onto his knees, "Because we all know who's to blame."

The man stood up, brushing himself of the droplets of water. He turned to the young man. Looking at him, he wore a strange type of bowler's hat, and a jumpsuit, a black one. He also held a cane, a strange weapon to be carrying around. It looked like it was more to fiddle with than anything else. Before he started to turn away, he noticed the symbol on his shoulder; a red 'R' was imprinted on it. "Team Rocket, huh?" he started chuckling to himself.

Thinking, he decided to ask, "If I may, do you know anywhere I can stay/keep low for awhile? Also, my pokemon are in need of treatment. So, if you know anybody at all, I'd be most greatful."

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((Thunder: Gotcha.))

The Team Rocket symbol had him thinking, even during the lad was speaking. What was it... the 1999's since Rocket had ever been completely famous? Even he wasn't born then, but he had heard stories about the infamous Leader of Rocket, and the heroes of Red and Gold. What was it... something to do with the Silph Co. Building...and that incident in Goldenrod City, the Radio Tower? Heh, he guessed that was pretty great, back then. Team Aqua weren't even completely known, until Psych... It amazed him that even kids had followed Rocket since then. Maybe it was just something to fall back on, to help them deal with the present state of the world...

He grinned when the young man had his back turned. He wasn't such a ruffian after all, he had his soft spots, just as he did. He started to follow him. He felt he could trust him. It seemed pokemon were the true link to one other's heart. Although, he did learn this a long time ago. It made him happy some things hadn't changed.

"I guess we're not all completely innocent. You had me corrected..." he grinned again, but only to feel sorrow. He thought about all his sins, and about all the friends he lost, and all of their sins. He tried not to think any more about it.

"If you can find someone to heal my pokemon, I'll be in your debt."

((Hooray for villainy!))

"Funny. The way I see it, I won, meaning I'm the one imposing views." Russell smirked. It was funny to see the man cowering. "Now apparently there was a time when Team Aqua executives were powerful. Can you imagine that?" The man trembled. His blue uniformed flapped in the wind. Russell snapped his fingers and his Pokemon perked up. They hadn't had a good meal in ages. Grinning savagely, Russell turned and walked off, enjoying the man's screams. The diversion, while fully enjoyable, had been brief, and it was time to get his next hit.

He walked down the streets, enjoying the chaos surrounding him. Two fought over what looked like a femur, and in the alley, he was pretty sure someone was being battered (At, least, that's what the screams seemed to indicate). Finally he turned onto a street which a heavily graffitied sign dubbed "In ape ve". A man in a black trenchcoat waited for him. "On time as always Faraday. Here you go." He handed over a poster with a picture and name on it, as well as a wad of bills. He waited as Faraday counted them up. "He's one of us." Russell noted.
"He's not pulling in enough cash." He tossed over a newspaper. "Check out page 17E. You'll find something that might interest you."

The man got up, brushing himself of the dust. "I'm fine." He walked over to kneel down, overlooking the medicine. He took his time shifting through them, finding the right ones he needed. He paused for a second, then sighing and continuing his search.

"Well, I'm originally from Johto. A long time ago my home was destroyed, and because I wanted revenge, I followed a path that led me to join one of the, true original teams; Team Midnight." He had picked up the potions in his hands, "You see, I'm---"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash and fast pacing footsteps patted above and around them. "The source said this was their hideout!" "In there! Does it open?" "All squads, surround the area!" Voices of men shouted to one another.

The man stood up in haste, grabbing James by the collar to stand onto his own two feet. "Quickly, we need an escape route!" He shadowed his face.

When James placed his hand onto his shoulder, that's when he knew he was in trouble. He grinned back. He guessed he knew from the start that he wanted him to reside with Rocket. He also supposed it was a nice change from being leader for once, although he was the sort to be rebellious.

"Freeze!" These grunts were good. They stormed the place, surrounding the two in the open. Holding their position, they held their fire. The distance between the criminals was enough for a pokemon battle. Win or lose the fight, James and the man would lose anyway. It was one of Team Aqua’s traits, kind of like a ritual. When all units had took position, a young and skinny man walked out to greet them. He looked like their leader.

"Ah, looks like your friends were telling the truth after all, 'Rocket Leader'," he chuckled, continuing on as he circled around them, "You've been causing a lot of trouble for us around here... Even if we did put you away...I'm afraid you'll still be a thorn in our side..." he tried to act sympathetic, chuckling afterwards, "Well, get ready for the battle of your life!" "Wait, sir!" What is it?!" he snapped from behind, "Well, i-i-i-it's just, that other guy... H-h-h-he could be innocent, sir!" "Hmph, who cares. But..." he turned back around, circling to look straight on at the darker man sided with James, "You! Remove your hood! I want to see your face before our pokemon crush you." He chuckled once more. This guy was really annoying. How he came to be an executive was anyone's guess.

Surrounded with no hope of escape, sounded like a challenge, but this time he had someone to protect.

The man slowly lifted his hand towards his head, carefully removing the hood. It was off. Gasps could be heard all around, the main man even backed away in shock, "No way...! It's you! The Midnight Leader!" All around the men pulled out their pokeballs. "No, you idiots! Fire, fire, fire, fire!" Pokemon are useless against him!" They all suddenly started firing at the same spot, about 5 minutes later, until a cloud of smoke was all that could be seen of the two. "Hold your fire!" They all stopped, pulling their guns away. "Did we get him?!"

As the smoke cleared by the gentle breeze, you could see the man, still standing, arms crossed in front of the kid. A barrage of bullets flowed around them, mid-air. An almost unsettling scene. Everyone went dead-silent. You could cut the tension with a knife. Then, seconds later, a red image of something was forming in front of the man, the light of the red from a pokeball. The image grew taller then the man, then, it stopped shifting. The red started to fade. It was none other than Mewtwo. Suddenly, the bullets all shooted back at once in a burst of energy. Almost everyone who fired was wounded, the unlucky, killed.

"Let's go," he nodded to Mewtwo. A flash of light was it and the three were gone.

The executive was lying on the ground, wounded. He had been shot in his left arm and right leg. He struggled to look up, to see that they had simply vanished. "We'll get you yet..." his words before he finally fainted.

Another flash of light and two people appeared in an alleyway. It was Celadon City. The man grabbed James by the shoulder and dragged him behind a disposal garbage bin. "I don't like your friends..." he muttered, kneeling against the wall. "Are you alright?"

[b][color=red]Jimmy was in awe. A second he'd stared death in the face and now they were miles away. He quickly gathered himself and smiled. "So...that was the fabled Mewtwo? I never thought another existed...." He looked around, not seeing anybody. "I guess i was right for making you my guardian, haha." He bowed and tipped his hat. "You're quite the skilled one, I must say...but it's late. Before we do anything more we should sleep..." He stepped out of the alley cautiously. Heh....this is Celadon alright... "There should be a Casino around here somewhere...a good 50 years ago I hear tell it was a family Game Corner." He turned to the man, proud of his knowledge. "Oh yes, what was your name? I don't see it very fit for an employer to not know his employees name...then again...a chelloveck such as myself should be honored to have the leader of Team Midnight in his company, let alone employment. YOu should know, the so called 'droogs' and I are great fans of your work. The stories I've been told anyway." Jimmy constantly inspected himself for bullet wounds, still in the disbelief that they'd escaped every shot. "Well, shall we be off?"

((Oh, Thunder_Dude, come out, come out, wher ever you are >.>))
((And sorry if it seems like I'm taking over this...it kinda feels like it...*is going to lay off for a little bit*))

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((Nah, your fine, Jimmy. Just make sure your character and mine have a private conversation at the base before the day ends.))

The man was starting to realise why he had taken a liking to this kid. He reminded him of someone, a friend way back when.

He grinned, looking up at James, "Well, my actual name's Spence, but I'd appreciate it if you just call me 'Midnight', as an alias to your fellow...'droogs'. And I'll tell you now, I'm nothing compared to the stories."

He stood up. Taking a packet of cigs from his pocket (considering this alleyway does have some shelter), picking out one with his right, in the other hand he had his lighter. He lit the cigarette, blowing out the smoke from his mouth.

"Game Corner, huh? Well, if it's safe enough. I should heal my pokemon there too. Lead the way, 'Boss'." He grinned with a half kinda shrug.

Taking a draw and blowing it out, he looked down the alleyway to see a suspicious-looking box. He walked down, eyeing the feet poking out. Was he dead? Spence went to check, first looking inside it to see a younger child. He kicked the cardboard lightly.

"Hey, kid. You okay?"

((Haha, best introduction, ever.))

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Spence took out his black leather wallet, pulling out a wad of cash and throwing it to him (about at least 5000 munnys, lol). "I think this should be enough. It's all I have, hoping to save it for a rainy day, but as you can see..." he looked around, the rain starting to pour down now, he grinned, "It's always raining."

"Make use of it. See you around, kid." He turned back to James, "C'mon, let's go."