Post by electric on Jun 10, 2012 21:57:08 GMT -5
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[/style]When all the poor people pass away, it will just be all the people in this house represent NOX. This lake house sheltered under it's woodland eaves the few fabulously wealthy NOX patrons that stood against LUX capital. Giovanni stood near the owner of the house, Sirius. He had been invited by Rozenthal to the continent of Sinnoh to bring together all LUX money -- business is about trusts, and to trust, face had to be seen. Nevertheless, Giovanni settled himself into the velvety shadow between two potted plants. Around him, an elegant mansion spread out like a chess board. Business associates chatted about the war and listed their complaints of LUX's choke-hold on their trade.
For the first several years of the war, Giovanni had been a prime donor. He'd poured money into Alyssa's efforts, while keeping an eye on his son's whereabouts. Medical supplies, guerrilla bases, and raw capital had been given to support the NOX mission of chaos, of bouncing the trampoline until LUX power unraveled. But he had never aligned his soldiers directly. Johto was Proton's playhouse, not his office. He would be a fool, after all, to charge into this war before Rocket had time to recover, to lick its wounds and take a shower, and most important, to become overshadowed and out-voiced by the great megaphone of LUX.
But the tide of war had changed, and as battles swayed and his Team had come to balance itself in this new world, Giovanni had found his hands opening and closing in the air. He shark-like eyes, cracked with wisdom at the rims, scanned the faces of the guests while his hands were shoved into his pockets. A new ring decorated his fat fingers -- a hunk of blood-red amber engraved with an 'R'. He had accepted ROzenthal's invitation, instead of tossing it into the junk mail, because this time around, he needed funding. He had a plan - a scheme - his gears had refilled with cheese and the Raticate swarmed in hungry and eager to run. He had a mission for Kanto. He would make it his. It was time to start over, shove the ghostly sheet of a new uniform over his executives' necks, paint NOX over their rocket tattoos, and take advantage of common enemies.
Persian hung at his feet as he stepped from beneath the shade. He approached the rich little boy, who was as fancy as a Seventeenth Century cupcake, and began, "This was a good idea -- I have not been to Sinnoh since I was your age. I would like to request funding this time around. I have a plan," he dropped, smirking, "and I have many friends in Kanto. I can do a lot of things."
tagged-- sirius, open!
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[/style]When all the poor people pass away, it will just be all the people in this house represent NOX. This lake house sheltered under it's woodland eaves the few fabulously wealthy NOX patrons that stood against LUX capital. Giovanni stood near the owner of the house, Sirius. He had been invited by Rozenthal to the continent of Sinnoh to bring together all LUX money -- business is about trusts, and to trust, face had to be seen. Nevertheless, Giovanni settled himself into the velvety shadow between two potted plants. Around him, an elegant mansion spread out like a chess board. Business associates chatted about the war and listed their complaints of LUX's choke-hold on their trade.For the first several years of the war, Giovanni had been a prime donor. He'd poured money into Alyssa's efforts, while keeping an eye on his son's whereabouts. Medical supplies, guerrilla bases, and raw capital had been given to support the NOX mission of chaos, of bouncing the trampoline until LUX power unraveled. But he had never aligned his soldiers directly. Johto was Proton's playhouse, not his office. He would be a fool, after all, to charge into this war before Rocket had time to recover, to lick its wounds and take a shower, and most important, to become overshadowed and out-voiced by the great megaphone of LUX.
But the tide of war had changed, and as battles swayed and his Team had come to balance itself in this new world, Giovanni had found his hands opening and closing in the air. He shark-like eyes, cracked with wisdom at the rims, scanned the faces of the guests while his hands were shoved into his pockets. A new ring decorated his fat fingers -- a hunk of blood-red amber engraved with an 'R'. He had accepted ROzenthal's invitation, instead of tossing it into the junk mail, because this time around, he needed funding. He had a plan - a scheme - his gears had refilled with cheese and the Raticate swarmed in hungry and eager to run. He had a mission for Kanto. He would make it his. It was time to start over, shove the ghostly sheet of a new uniform over his executives' necks, paint NOX over their rocket tattoos, and take advantage of common enemies.
Persian hung at his feet as he stepped from beneath the shade. He approached the rich little boy, who was as fancy as a Seventeenth Century cupcake, and began, "This was a good idea -- I have not been to Sinnoh since I was your age. I would like to request funding this time around. I have a plan," he dropped, smirking, "and I have many friends in Kanto. I can do a lot of things."
tagged-- sirius, open!
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[/style]Sirius was not at all impressed by the approach of the older gentleman. Of course, there were more enemies when it came to money then friends. And the young boy knew much of enemies, especially at the few times his parents went out in public, or went to casinos other then their own. He let out a slow breath, hand stroking over Kitsune's head as the Ninetales laid her head against his leg. His other hand was preoccupied with his leaning head, eyes on the papers on the desk in front of him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of all this quite yet, but he hadn't gotten his parent's permission, nor was he planning on it. It was his inheritance. He could do as he pleased with it. A smirk crossed over his features, one blue eye lowering to the Ninetales as she lifted her head. " Suppose we should go meet this Giovanni " He murmured to the fox pokemon, watching as she rose to her foot, ever elegant. That was what she was trained to be. 
[/style]The Resort Area was within Sinnoh, but Darst still had to take particular measures to stay safe. Better to show up late than not show up at all anyways. As he entered, his eyes immediately floated in Raphael's direction. Of course, they would have sent a second Rozenthal to the meeting. Truth be told, the family had always supported Nox from the shadows, and with the successes of the Rozenthal Corporation, that just meant more money to pour into donations. Darst knew that the war would give him more pleasures as opposed to new toys anyways, pleasure translating into more dough. More cash was always good.
[/style]While not a ninja, she could be as slippery as one when she liked. The woman's steps masked, while holding a deceivingly easy going stance. A snake through and through her mother's training. It helped that his seviper would not deem her as a threat.