tickleironysjudgment | The Preamble Becons| Scene One: Act One

[The camera opens to some slight shifting as it traces the path of the ethereal being it has been pointed at, there is a slight bit of delay and the furious sound of a pen on paper in the very near background. Anima, a Misdreavous, is eagerly flitting about somewhere in Goldenrod while a certain mad scientist is taking notes.]

...not entirely unlike their p-p-power, however so very different in so very profoundly many ways. So many subspecies with infinitely many different potential uses and talents. A nearly inexhaustible amount of resources here for research...

[The camera pauses as Anima is now staring directly into it and beyond it. It makes a few cries, then passes through the camera and begins to do...something. Immediately the camera shifts wildly in various directions and Agnus makes a very obvious noise of irritation.]

Anima. Anima! Return that at once, you m-m-m-miserable phantom! Anima! I am p-p-perfectly aware of where I need to be.

[Cut to Agnus' face, sans monocle, noticeably irritated. Anima hovers around him enthusiastically.]

It was my assumption that these strange c-creatures would prove vastly less unwieldy to a keen wit and immovable will. They most certainly do not. [He reaches out and snatches the monocle back up from the creature when it is unexpected, then places it back on his face calmly.]

If any members of the O-order of t-t-the Sword are present on this band, I advise you to contact me immediately. Chief Alchemist Agnus, reporting. Awaiting c-c-c-contact, over and out. [The broadcast cuts out, but the link is left open for contact.]

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[And Agnus adjusts his monocle as he glances at his new 'friend.']

I am. Thank you for the information, then. I will seek that him out promptly, I have a very strong feeling my research into demonic power could prove to be a boon for this organization's purposes. If anything, I can research even more weaponizations for these wondrous creatures power.

[Agnus grins psychotically for a few moments as he considers the infinite potential uses he has seen in only a few brief hours of watching pokémon go about.]

It's good to find such helpful, informative comrades even here in this strange place....

Weaponizations, you say?

[Archer's smirk widens. He's not particularly good at reading people, but he does understand that this man is about as innocent as Archer himself is.]

Of course. Members of Team Rocket should stick together. Our organization has been the target of several "do-gooders" lately. Admittedly, we've been up to some particularly cruel things - attacking innocents, stealing Pokémon and the like - but we need to stick together now.

My name is Colonel Frank Archer, of the Amestrian military. From the sound of it, you're not from my world. There are many of us from different worlds here. No one has figured out how this happens, but as it stands, we're here now.

Oh, yes. My research has long dwelled on how best to use whatever resources I can...summon for the purposes of the Order. Specifically, the creation of demonic weapons and arms for the use of the Order's military forces. [His grin widens in an entirely obvious way. Someone is quite proud of his job, indeed.]

Colonel Archer, then. Agnus is fine, my title will have little use here I think. Petty things like theft do not interest me, though, my goals are much more...lofty.

[A bemused sigh.]

I'm not certain how much use that will be here. If you can find some way to incorporate that knowledge into altering the Pokémon somehow... well, I'd certainly be interested.

[Archer tilts his head a bit at that. He understands. Oh boy does he understand.]

Of course. Hopefully you'll be able to return home as soon as possible. For the time being, I suggest raising the Pokémon you were given. It will be very useful here. Those with strong Pokémon have power here, after all.

Oh, no no no. I can't return any time soon. There is too much I must study, so much I must know.

[Agnus' expression darkens.]

It is to my great irritation that I have found p-p-p-previous acquaintances here in this world. Acquaintances to which I owe a debt of vengeance. It will be great pleasure to solve a long-standing query of mine here in this world with the resources I will soon possess and take my solemn revenge against the slights I have suffered by their hand.

Ah, indeed?

[Revenge is certainly an excellent reason to stay.]

In that case, Team Rocket would certainly be the best place for you. Should you need any help with that, we can certainly provide assistance.

You have my most sincere thanks. I will begin my search for Gorthan immediately.

You'll probably find him in the labs. And you're quite welcome.

One last favor, if you please. Colonel, could you perhaps send a word in advance to Gorthan? Any sort of accreditation I can accumulate before I place in the requests for transfer or a meeting in the current environment would be of great aid. I would most appreciate it.

Of course. I'll put in a good word for you. Let him know just what you've studied in your world; Gorthan will appreciate that, I'm sure.

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