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[video/action, backdated to last night] Chapter 1;

Action for Rocket HQ;

[Having taken the time to assess the situation, Ringabel's come to several conclusions. One, this is not Luxendarc. In fact, judging by some of the conversations he's had, he's in an entirely different world, as are others in his position. By now, he's combed through the Rocket manual. Evidently, he's been drafted into some sort of criminal organization and will be expected to wear that ghastly uniform and conduct theft or risk being reported to the authorities.

It's not what he anticipated. The other newcomers seem to have arrived elsewhere, left to their own devices. What's more, they have but one of these... Pokémon, which he can only assume stands for "pocket monsters."

Before leaving his room, he spends a few more moments skimming the manual, glancing at the network, and jotting down a brief note in his journal. He's spent enough time in this room, and there are still countless unanswered questions weighing on his mind.

So, upon changing into his uniform, Ringabel departs, trailed by a Vulpix and prodded by a Pawniard. A creature resembling a dark knight, of all things.

With his journal in hand, he wanders the halls, jotting down a map as he rounds the corners. His eyes occasionally drift from the page toward any other Rockets within the vicinity.]

If they intend to train me, then they should have at least provided directions...

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[Some time after acquainting himself with the Rocket base, Ringabel decided to slip back into his more comfortable attire and sneak out for a bit of exploring. Unfortunately, the hustle and bustle of the city's a bit overwhelming at first, with its towering buildings composed of metal and glass, its busy streets, and constantly moving crowds. The lights remind him of Florem, but on a much grander scale. There's so much to see, from the Radio Tower behind him to the various shops and restaurants he passes as he works his way toward the outskirts. The rain leaves a bit to be desired, especially without a jacket or at least an umbrella.

So, what to do? Before he goes about making any sort of recording, he wedges his way through the crowd, looking for anyone who might extend a helping hand, however briefly.]

Ah, excuse me! Could I have a moment of your time?

[Whether or not he receives assistance, he'll later wind up purchasing an umbrella and spending a few moments restyling his hair. After that, he makes his way down to the route south of the city. Once there, he turns on the PokéGear. Despite the weather, he greets the camera with a smile.]

Good evening! My name is Ringabel, and it seems I'll be joining you all on this Pokémon journey.

[He pauses.]

I've done a bit of reading, so I already know the gist of the situation. However, I do have a few questions.

[Reaching into his pocket, he digs out a black journal marked with the letter D and flips to an image of three young warriors. Pretend the surrounding images aren't there.]

First, I'm looking for a few friends of mine. Their names are Edea, Tiz, and Agnès, and if you hear anyone grumbling "mrgrgr" or shouting "unacceptable," then chances are, they're nearby.

[There's also a chance that they haven't arrived in this world, which is... worrying and leads him to his next question.]

Second, what becomes of our worlds in our absence? And is there any significance behind the Pokémon we've received?

[He could leave it at that, but in true Ringabel fashion there's one more question on his mind.]

Last but certainly not least, what can you tell me about the women of this world?

[With that, the feed clicks off, though those in the area may spot him hovering around the route a bit longer before he slips into the Pokémon Center.]

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[Like a proper Private of Team Rocket, Rideaux is...well, not wearing his uniform at all, whoops. But he is carrying a uniform of some sort...one that's about 1000% pinker than his current maroon attire. Bah, uniforms. While he has to deal with them, he wonders who actually even wears them outside official business aside from...well, people way too into their job.

Which seems to be this new kid over here. What a nerd.

While Rideaux usually prefers not to deal with fresh newbies, instead waiting until they've been active for a few weeks because he really can't be bothered to be an infobank for newcomers, he can't help but take notice of what the young man is saying. After all, his co-worker just got promoted and is now tasked with training new grunts.

...Since the kid hasn't actually met her yet by the sound of things, Rideaux takes this as a perfect opportunity to poke a little fun.]

Off to training, eh? My condolences- the woman running the training program is something of a nightmare.

[Emmy is going to kill him.

Well, she can try~]

[Ah! Seems he's got company. Well, as soon as Rideaux makes himself known, Ringabel pulls his eyes off his journal and turns to face his fellow Rocket, who... is dressed in a distinctly pinker outfit than he'd anticipated. That makes two who seem to have disregarded the standard uniforms, though he can't really blame them. The design is so bland, lacking any sort of pizzazz.

Though, Rideaux's description of his future instructor earns a small chuckle.]

Surely you jest. I've known many women, and never have I encountered one befitting of such a frightening description.

[Well, perhaps he has once or twice. Konoe Kikyo comes to mind, but if his instructor is to be a lady, then he'll simply have to give her a show of chivalry. Ooh, perhaps he'll even sweep her off her feet...]

[He's just carrying the ultra pink uniform, since it's probably best that he isn't seen entering or exiting the base dressed in his Pokemon Center uniform. That and...he'd like to not be caught in it off the job. Just look at all that pink, Ringabel.

Ringabel's chuckle is met with a chuckle from Rideaux as well. Oh dear...]

Oh believe me, this is no joke. She's very strict, and has no qualms with delivering swift kicks and tossing fully grown men across a hallway. You'd best not get on her bad side.

[Depending on the kid's tastes, this may or may not make meeting Emmy even more enticing. If he's enticed, then Rideaux honestly can't blame him.]

[Ah, but who's he to judge? Some might argue that pink is a feminine color, but is it not also the color of sweet spring blossoms? A color commonly associated with love?

Not that it matters. Ringabel's focus shifts completely when Rideaux describes his instructor to be. Strict? Swift kicks? Hmm...]

So she's a fiery one! Well, as luck would have it, I've a certain fondness for strong, passionate women.

[He flips his hair, chin up and a smile still fixed to his face.]

[...It just really clashes with his hair and eyes, okay? Not that his current attire...matches very well either, but it's fashionable to Rideaux and that's all that matters. Clearly.

Ah, so he is one of those types, it seems. Well, he'll just make one last little jab before moving on.]

That wasn't quite my implication, no...though I suppose "fiery" would be a good descriptor of the look in her eyes as she lays into anyone who crosses her. But if that's what you're into, then it's not like I can stop you. You have to deal with her regardless.

[It's actually really difficult to keep a straight face as he says all this, but there really are kernels of truth hidden in his words. Emmy's got the intimidation factor when she needs it, even if she's chipper and polite the majority of the time.

Words about Emmy aside...]

Ah, while we're here I suppose introductions are in order? Who might you be?

[It's not like Rideaux went out of his way to speak to Ringabel first but hey.]

But that's if I cross her. Perhaps there's a gentle lamb mixed in with the proud Valtora, and I need only appeal to her better nature.

[It's said with a confident air, and when Rideaux asks his name, he doesn't hesitate to respond.]

Anyway, they call me Ringabel.

[As someone who knows Emmy, it's really hard for Rideaux to stifle a snicker. Though he's not going to waste any more words on the subject— Ringabel can find out for himself.]

"They call you"? You don't sound very confident in your own name, Ringabel.

[But he's not going to question or judge it that much, because aliases run rampant in this organization. Nothing very out of the ordinary. Obviously that didn't stop him from making a snarky comment about it, though.]

As for myself, I am Rideaux. I am a doctor and hold the rank of Private in Team Rocket. Depending on where you end up—or how clumsy you are—you might be seeing more of me in the future.

One of the many joys of amnesia. For all I know, I could have an entirely different name altogether.

[His mind briefly flashes back to Alternis Dim, and he winces. No, best not to dwell on that. He'll have plenty of time to sort things out later.]

Hmm, and how many ranks exist in Team Rocket? Is it structured like a military hierarchy?

[Oh, that's...not what he was expecting at all, actually. He raises an eyebrow as he pauses to come up with a proper response.]

Amnesia? Is that a recent development or were you stricken with it before you got here? I have to say it's been a while since I've seen someone with a case of it.

[He wonders what Team Rocket would want with an amnesiac...Ringabel must have some sort of skills to make up for it.]

Something like that, yes, though the titles aren't all the same. The lowest rank is Grunt—which would be you—and the very highest that I am aware of is Admin, though the Admins rarely show themselves.

Recent as of a few months ago, but nothing too debilitating. At the very least, I've managed.

[That his lingual, social, and motor skills remain is a blessing. He can't imagine what it'd be like to forget absolutely everything.]

Memories aside, I hope to be a worthy asset of this team.

[At least long enough for him to gain a stronger understanding of said team, but there's no need to say that aloud. Best to blend in for now.]

I'd say you're holding up well enough, yes. Far better than I would have expected from someone suffering from amnesia. I wouldn't have known if you didn't say it yourself.

[If Ringabel's managed to impress Rideaux in some capacity, clearly he's doing something right. Clearly.

At the next bit, he shrugs and slowly lets his hands fall onto his hips.]

While I do appreciate your enthusiasm, I suppose Emmy will be the first judge of whether you'll be an asset or not. We'll see how well you hold up from then on.

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True. And I've been here less than a day, so perhaps I shouldn't get too far ahead of myself.

[She very well could put him through the wringer. As it is, he's still getting his footing in this strange world.]

In any case, how have you dealt with amnesia cases in the past?

[It sounds as though he's encountered it a few times. If nothing else, it'd be interesting to see how his experiences compare.]

The method of treatment varies depending on how severe the case is. In my world there is no absolute cure for it- that is, lost memories cannot be regained by treatment, only filled in. For example, if the patient lost a basic skill, it would have to be relearned.

[He gently taps at his hip as he continues.]

Doctors do the most they can to help patients with amnesia ease back into everyday life by helping them relearn important skills or by providing them tools to maintain memories that are easily lost due to the condition.

Which likely wouldn't be necessary in my case. Even with my lost memories, I was able to pilot an airship, for example. And that's a learned-skill, not something one simply picks up on a whim.

[His combat skills remained as well, from what he can tell.]

I've also had a few... vague recollections, but nothing concrete. Moments of familiarity, perhaps, but it's all so hazy that I still can't make heads or tails of it.

[He even takes a moment to pull out the other journal in his pocket-- one identical to the first. Hmm... What to do about this?]

No, I wouldn't say so.

[Rideaux's tone is one of intrigue, in a "huh" sort of way.]

Your amnesia seems to be pretty specific- targeting memories of events rather than skill-based memories. I wonder what caused it.

[He doubts Ringabel would remember the trigger, obviously.

He watches curiously as the journal comes out. Well, if Ringabel took the time to take it out, there's no way Rideaux's not going to comment on it.]

What, have you been keeping a log of those recollections? Not a bad idea.

It's... difficult to say. I suppose injury may be a cause, but then, so could a multitude of things.

[As for the journal, he winces very briefly.]

Yes and no. One of these journals contains a record of my travels, experiences, and a multitude of cryptic messages from its previous owner. The second journal came from an... enemy, I suppose.

[Which doesn't explain its similarities to the first journal. Or perhaps it does.]

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