Ernest gave a chuckle towards Filip, before replying: "Yeah, we're headed towards Oldale now. Probably gonna grab some food and a hotel, or something like that. It's a wonderful night, but I'd bet we have a day of traveling ahead of us." The boy then continued at Russel's side, still taking in the astounding countryside of Hoenn.
Hearing this girl, Ernest turned, slightly startled by her very sudden introduction. "Oh, uh, hi. Not to be rude... but who are you? I'm Ernest, and that's Russel." He pointed towards the other teenage male. "If you want directions to Oldale, it's just up ahead - nothing fancy, really. Feel free to tag along if you want, I can be plenty help with directions and all that. Plus, the more the merrier, I suppose." He said, trying to sound as kind as possible towards the clearly shy girl. She looked about his age, if anything.
"Right. So, you're Alolan too, then? Why are you here? Is it something like Val, on business, or just a job for your parents or something?" The boy inquired towards Russel and his myriad of Pokemon, as under the evening sky an assortment of shops and cottages finally arranged into view, and the young teenager's face lit up with excitement. "There it is! Oldale town! One of the finest areas in Alola, I hear the bistros and commercial attractions are top notch!"" Ernest's brisk walk turned into a jog, as him and his mirthful Pokemon began making their way towards the area.
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"John, you know that's not our issue here." Felicia Sturgeon said exasperated, the burgeoning city of Rustboro laid out like a map from her eighth floor windows, it's stone walkways emanating a perpetual feeling of melancholy in the evening tint that now entrenched the Hoenn region.
"Felicia, you're missing the point. Our stock shares have fell 17% since May, and this isn't a sustainable position. You know we're going to need some external help sooner or later. We're on the brink, no, we are in decline. And you know that. There's no use staying in denial, and the RHB is our best bet. It is our issue here, and HR has you fooled if you think otherwise." John Veerman reasoned. Why did she not get it?
As the head of Board Committee B, this was a genuine decision for Felicia. The Team Rocket Hoenn Branch, or RHB, had always been a bit of a behind the curtains friend of the Devon Corp, acting as enforcers and visionaries in their time of corporate need. Some may call it corrupt, but it was just necessity to survive on the market these days. But this wasn't just paid assistance, if the corporation complied with this, it could very well mean full control. And who knows where the company would be taken from there? Sure, they would still get paychecks to keep the lights on, but what would this mean for Rustboro? For Hoenn?
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Hearing this girl, Ernest turned, slightly startled by her very sudden introduction. "Oh, uh, hi. Not to be rude... but who are you? I'm Ernest, and that's Russel." He pointed towards the other teenage male. "If you want directions to Oldale, it's just up ahead - nothing fancy, really. Feel free to tag along if you want, I can be plenty help with directions and all that. Plus, the more the merrier, I suppose." He said, trying to sound as kind as possible towards the clearly shy girl. She looked about his age, if anything.
"Right. So, you're Alolan too, then? Why are you here? Is it something like Val, on business, or just a job for your parents or something?" The boy inquired towards Russel and his myriad of Pokemon, as under the evening sky an assortment of shops and cottages finally arranged into view, and the young teenager's face lit up with excitement. "There it is! Oldale town! One of the finest areas in Alola, I hear the bistros and commercial attractions are top notch!"" Ernest's brisk walk turned into a jog, as him and his mirthful Pokemon began making their way towards the area.
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"John, you know that's not our issue here." Felicia Sturgeon said exasperated, the burgeoning city of Rustboro laid out like a map from her eighth floor windows, it's stone walkways emanating a perpetual feeling of melancholy in the evening tint that now entrenched the Hoenn region.
"Felicia, you're missing the point. Our stock shares have fell 17% since May, and this isn't a sustainable position. You know we're going to need some external help sooner or later. We're on the brink, no, we are in decline. And you know that. There's no use staying in denial, and the RHB is our best bet. It is our issue here, and HR has you fooled if you think otherwise." John Veerman reasoned. Why did she not get it?
As the head of Board Committee B, this was a genuine decision for Felicia. The Team Rocket Hoenn Branch, or RHB, had always been a bit of a behind the curtains friend of the Devon Corp, acting as enforcers and visionaries in their time of corporate need. Some may call it corrupt, but it was just necessity to survive on the market these days. But this wasn't just paid assistance, if the corporation complied with this, it could very well mean full control. And who knows where the company would be taken from there? Sure, they would still get paychecks to keep the lights on, but what would this mean for Rustboro? For Hoenn?
(woo finally posted)
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