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AN EMERGENCY KALOS NEWS BROADCAST.

alexander-pkm-adventure:

A warning to all Kalos residents and tourists.

As of Wednesday, May 21st, there has been a chain of murders and mysterious disappearances throughout the region. All persons and Pokemon are to be on high alert.

According to the Kalos Regional Police, there have been 5 bodies found, and 3 are…

As Clive Ackerman browses through the news feed as per his morning ritual he comes across a rather urgent yet at the same time, vague broadcast set out in the Kalos region. Fear had been slung and the forums behind the story were set ablaze with panic and wild assumptions about who or what the region may be dealing with. 

To Clive, it was sloppy reporting that did everything but what news was supposed to do: Set off paranoia and making a mountain out of what was a proverbial mole hill when it came to the world over. Usually one to avoid forum wars, Clive, against his better judgment, adds his opinion to the open fire. 

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I’d hate to say it, but without an MO, this story is a very misdirected as well as misinforming one that doesn’t convey the answers that the news should be providing in the first place. If anything, the murders are most likely- until the point that they are proven otherwise with an MO- isolated incidents, and I’m frankly surprised to see that there is such an uproar about it already. 

I think a certain reporter hasn’t done their research to better equip the public as a whole with the knowledge it thirsts for and was looking to stir the pot with some shock journalism. Until we know more facts about this individual or individuals, I think it’s safe to say that this story has been blown out of proportion to glorify someone or some persons that the police themselves have little insight on. 

Yes, its still best to be cautious, but lets not get carried away here. 

-Clive Ackerman

Arcanine Daily News

Source: alexander-pkm-adventure
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clivenuzlockeadventure:

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clivenuzlockeadventure:

clivenuzlockeadventure:

Seeing as this has gotten a lot of notes I’m going to do stretch goals!

Anyone that likes/reblogs this will get a chance to win a free drawing of a pokemon!

500 notes-2 winners will be picked

700-3 winners will be picked

If we manage 1000 I’ll pick four winners In total and draw each of them both a pokemon and an animal crossing styled version of them

Must like and reblog I’ll be checking for both 

you don’t have to be a follower but I would appreciate a follow regardless ‘w’

You know I had to :V

'mish info

woot woot~ this has been turned into a giveaway!!

pokeshaming why you so fun?

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  • Question: "Excuse me, I think you dropped something." - benji-x-adventure
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    benji-x-adventure:

    clivenuzlockeadventure:

    Wow, someone must have put a jinx on Clive or something as the man dropped everything and anything that wasn’t nailed down these days. Searching about, Clive discovers what had gone missing and bends to pluck up a little yellow notebook with a silver spiral looping around the top, the tip twisted and the edges slightly frayed from use and thumbing over. “Haha, whoo boy, I’d be in loads of trouble with my boss if I lost this, thanks, mate! Saved my life there.” 

    "You spend enough time in the country, you eventually meet all the right people," Benji chuckled, leading them down the street towards the building. "You can’t swing a paralyzed Skitty in Lumiose without knocking over at least three world class trainers and one researcher. Comes with the territory I suppose…my friend Jeong and my girlfriend both run Gyms in this city as well so we’re all quite fond of dusting up and goofing off with our Pokemon."

    He jogged up to the entrance, sliding his key in the lock and opening the door for Clive, hitting the lights as he went in to a chorus of chirps and cries from the basement downstairs. A Haxorus tromped up the stairs, sticking her head out from around the corner with a small grunt of greeting that Benji returned with a wave of his hand. 

    "Seems like a lot of people have been working on Legendary research," Benji said, letting Namul off his leash to scamper off to greet the Haxorus. "Came to the region myself looking for the same thing…I don’t suppose I can persuade you to just give this all up and pursue a much…safer story, can I?"

    "Somewhat moot to try to convince me otherwise when you’ve already invited me into your library." There’s that cheeky smile again along with Clive making his way to the rows and rows of books, careful to keep an eye on the new Pokémon on the scene, as behaved as GYM leader’s Pokémon tended to be, there were instances where they didn’t like the look or smell of him for one reason or another. "I thought the league only sanctioned one GYM per city and town. Though I suppose a place like Lumiose would merit having more than one, given how fantastically massive it is, still, even back in Saffron, the fighting GYM that used to be part of the League’s official eight was stripped of its official sanction by the now GYM leader Sabrina.

    "Interestingly enough they sort of keep to the old rules in terms of what function GYMs were to serve. In the olden days, so to speak, they were the homes of men and women with the strongest Pokémon at their side, often the village elder whom everyone sought in order to solve their problems as well as stave off threats. The league, in modern times formed off that same system, and in many ways, GYMs still must abide to that same sort of authority, but I find that a lot of folks don’t know the history behind it, even the GYM leaders themselves, at least the younger ones. Though I suppose saying all that is moot, you have a library at your disposal, I should assume you know that already instead of rambling on." Clearing his throat, Clive approaches one of the shelves, getting his bearings among the massive halls created by the tall standing shelves, stretching up and into the ceiling where they seemed to disappear and go on forever. "Getting back to it, I’m more of an investigative journalist, hands on is the policy danger is part of the job description, but not always, there’s times where investigating doesn’t lead to a single thing or the police bar you from passing, so on and so forth. Besides the Chief has the last word on what I do, the Espurr things is personal, the legendary is her tall order. Still, I wouldn’t be too worried."

    benji-x-adventure

Source: clivenuzlockeadventure
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  • Question: [text] you're aware that shit you pulled off caused not only me to get on a bad foot with some people but also caused fights to break out in public? [/text] - flaretasticmichael
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    flaretasticmichael:

    clivenuzlockeadventure:

    flaretasticmichael

    There’s a bruise about Clive’s eye, the color purple, matching the African Violets in bloom at the kitchen table. A message comes in as Clive sits down, scooting the chair in and setting an ice pack under his puffy eye, scanning the message and sighing.

    "I’m well aware that it caused more difficulties than anticipated, while I’d rather not point fingers elsewhere or sound defensive, I am getting a lot of flack for something lately that’s part of my job. My dismal tone aside, my condolences Michael, and I suppose it was rather easy to find my personal number through my work email, hm?" A lighter professional tone couldn’t be bothered with, not even as a friendly stranger might wave, Clive fully ignored it, pressing on, hissing inwardly as the improvised ice pack crackles as it warms up, "So, what exactly happened and is there anything I’m able to do about it? I do have a favor that I feel hasn’t been quite paid off when it comes to you, chap."

    [text] There is little to nothing you can do for me. I just needed to get it out of my system. I’m pissed off.  I mean, I like this place. I like this place a lot. And everything starts getting fucked up from one place to another. It’s. Annoying. [/text]

    [text] I am shooting the messenger. Because it brings the message. [/text]

    [text] I might not really do that. But others will try, you know. They’re not happy with you. At all. [/text]

    Really, they aren’t happy? I would think by the tone of your texts and fist shaking that they were pleased as punch with the sleuthing I’ve gone about and done for their local police force. Thanks for setting the record straight, I’m overwhelmed with unbridled joy~ Clive settles back into his seat, a sigh hissing through him like a puncture in a tire, the whole thing knotted at his shoulders, gnawed at his neck and weighed on his brow more than he or anyone else in his position would ever like. Comes with the territory pops into mind as it frequently did in these situations, from running about Kanto trying to crack down on things in Katori’s place to now, the journalist couldn’t help but wonder if the career that always brought him a sense of accomplishment was more trouble than it was worth in the long run. At this rate, countless bridges would have been burned and enemies would be lurking around every corner. The fight club showed him that well enough, even in Kalos he couldn’t escape Kanto’s criminal underbelly from creeping up on him.

    Well, thanks for the warning regardless. Mental notes were made and charted down in Clive’s head not to go wandering about Lumiose like a tourist might if he ever got back, keep his head down and all that. Though I’d say your message was already preempted tenfold by Des. If you’re well and done now for venting out at me, you might want to pull up root and wind up somewhere a little less seedy, all that’s up to you now, I gave you the warning you needed to survive the night, what you do from here is up to you.

    flaretasticmichael

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kjmarieytime:

kjmarieytime:

"One of each cat? Wow, that would be something to see all on one team." KJMarie tried to imagine what that would be like and she had to laugh at the image. Cat’s were such independent things!

"One cat is a handful. I think that all of them would be a madhouse to try and get…

"No trouble at all really. If I remember correctly I caught a Purrloin when I first started my journey in Unova. I could talk to my friend about sending me one of her cubs." KJMarie reached over for her bag, trying not to dislodge the contented Persian that was currently laying on her but also reach her Holocaster too. She guessed this was shaping up to be a lovely friendship here.

"Don’t get the wrong impression here. I drummed up a TON of business for my friend, I still do. And she kinda owes me big time. Sending over a cub from one of my own mons? A drop in the bucket." she punched in his numbers into her holocaster, and then brought her numbers for him to see.

"That’s how I manage it. A side from having a side job and being really good at saving my money. And did I say three? I meant to say two. Brigg here is actually from my Brother-in-law’s Sister. And THAT is a story in of itself."

"I imagine you have a ton of them," Clive grins cheekily as Robbie basks in all the attention he’s getting from one KJ Marie, that is until he has to adjust for her shifting. The Persian grumbles and breathes heavily through his nose, ears flapping off some sand grains that caught up in his fur. "Thanks for the effort, I really appreciate you going through all the trouble for me." A beeping intones from Clive’s holocaster, alerting him to the time and then making a confirmation noise once he’s entered in KJ Marie’s number. "Hm, I don’t mean to ask for a favor and then run off like this, but duty calls, I wasn’t tossed out here just for vacation, got to check in with my Chief editor and see what she wants from me." Clive extends his hand in a friendly gesture to KJ Marie, "Lovely meeting you and all, I’ll text you later if that’s alright? Quite enjoyed sitting here chatting with you and I’m quite certain Robbie has taken a shine to you, might be hard prying him away. Robbie?" As predicted, Robbie lies there, like a rock, unmovable by any force in time or space. "Oh don’t be stubborn, Robbie, we’ve work to do, this isn’t a pleasure cruise as you might like it to be."

The Persian huffs and dramatically casts his paw up over his bejeweled brow, “Oh knock off the dramatics. KJ, if you wouldn’t mind nudging him a bit?” 

kjmarieytime

Source: clivenuzlockeadventure
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thanhlocked:

 

The memories of it all are still too fresh to not put the mother of all dampers on Thanh’s usual wit and spirit. If anything, the small woman only seems to shrink more as she takes some steps back, hugging her legs to herself as she sits down on the couch in the middle of the room. Through quickly watering eyes, she regards Clive for a bit, throat dry and with her fingernails digging into the skin of her upper arms.

"I…what do you expect, Clive, at the time I had only gone…gone through the absolute scrub gym!" as minuscule as her form is at the moment, the words still bubble out of Thanh with unexpected force "Ah’m…ah’m just a photographer, nawt a superhero! Bleedin’ hell, hat’s why I’ve been trying tae get better these days! ….Ah wanna get better, so I can just blow any knobheads in black tae the moon b-but back then…it just happened too fast. The old guy just fell into the well and-"

Thanh cuts herself off with a long sigh when her voice starts to sound raw, resting her forehead against her knees.

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By all rights, Thanh should have been a lot more upset than Clive turned out to be about the whole thing. It brought up bad blood that just wouldn’t drain out from his veins and renew as it should have. The journalist rubs his brow for a while, until it seemed quite possible he might just push his hand right through his skull. A breath fills him and raises his shoulders, expels and allows them to fall as he cups his hands beneath his face, watching Thanh from across the room where she sat, curled like a child told off by their parents for the unsavory deed they had done. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be this angry. I’m just really worried what this might mean. Their lot doesn’t take kind to trainers poking their noses in their business, they’d sooner kill you then let you run off if they managed to wipe out your team in one go. You should really be a lot more careful than you were and—

"I don’t know, maybe I should take some time off from work, travel with you here, or find some sort of excuse, I don’t like the whole thing." 

Source: clivenuzlockeadventure
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  • Question: [text] you're aware that shit you pulled off caused not only me to get on a bad foot with some people but also caused fights to break out in public? [/text] - flaretasticmichael
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    flaretasticmichael:

    clivenuzlockeadventure:

    flaretasticmichael

    There’s a bruise about Clive’s eye, the color purple, matching the African Violets in bloom at the kitchen table. A message comes in as Clive sits down, scooting the chair in and setting an ice pack under his puffy eye, scanning the message and sighing.

    "I’m well aware that it caused more difficulties than anticipated, while I’d rather not point fingers elsewhere or sound defensive, I am getting a lot of flack for something lately that’s part of my job. My dismal tone aside, my condolences Michael, and I suppose it was rather easy to find my personal number through my work email, hm?" A lighter professional tone couldn’t be bothered with, not even as a friendly stranger might wave, Clive fully ignored it, pressing on, hissing inwardly as the improvised ice pack crackles as it warms up, "So, what exactly happened and is there anything I’m able to do about it? I do have a favor that I feel hasn’t been quite paid off when it comes to you, chap."

    He scoffed at the message received, turning his phone away a bit before raising his eyes to the ceiling. He sat quietly at the bedside, fingers drumming to the HoloCaster before his eyes fell back on the figure aside him, hooked up on IVs and such. Something that didn’t please him. The idiot…

    [text] Because it was not a wise thing to do. I mean I guess I understand why you pulled it off. But your lack of thought on the consequences… Is clearly noticable. Perhaps that place wasn’t the greatest of places. But it was a good place for people who needed to vent and couldn’t do that to simple bystanders. They had the ring. Now they got nothing. So yeah. Shit happens. And not only that. People fucking think I had something to do with it too because I was last seen chatting to this fucking kid. [/text]

    [text] To say I am not pleased with this all is saying the least. [/text]

    [text] There’s not much you can do, unless you can bring back the Underground and make those fucking idiots stop staring at me like it’s my fault this shit happened. [/text]

    Clive rubs at the crinkle in his brow a migraine starting to creep its way behind his eyes, making it difficult to sit in the bright florescent light in the kitchen. Steadily he drums his fingers, reading over the message a few times before sighing out loud, grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as Robbie slinks in, dropping onto soft bedding set up for him beside a kitchen counter.

    Look, mate, unless there’s anything I can actually do for you, there’s really no use in shooting your mouth off about things I’m pretty aware of already. I get that you’re upset and that this has put a bunch of weight on your shoulders that you weren’t asking for in the first place, but I can’t undo what’s been done. The police should have cracked down on that place ages ago, but never acted because they were wetting their beaks over the whole thing. My boss seems to have a penchant for justice and believing that those in charge of enforcing the law should actually do it. Way it went down, the police over there aren’t happy either, both for the fights that have been breaking out as a result and others because they can’t line their pockets any more over it. Public opinion on law enforcement has plummeted and its going to get worse before it gets better. Des already reamed me out over the whole debacle, way I see it, they’re shooting the messenger and I rather fancy that’s not the way to go about it. 

Source: clivenuzlockeadventure