In the midst of the Santas Amok, such as they are, Trainers may encounter a Santa that's a little bit... different.
He's shorter, for one thing. And... fancier. Way fancier. Instead of the traditional white and red suit, he's donned something more like a long and heavy robe, still red (of course) but now brocaded in gold. His boots rise halfway up his calf, and his beard is longer and more grizzled, with braids worked in and a gold ring near the end of its length. In his hands, he carries a large carved wooden candy cane.
And beside him trots not a Stantler, but a jauntily-outfitted Type:Null, a Santa cap atop its plume and jingling bells affixed to each of the four horizontal corners of its helmet.
His vicinity reeks of weed.
Yes, it's Rocket Beta Dirk Strider himself, under cover to evade detection by his unwitting bro and somewhat more worrisomely witted 'friend,' recent Champion Jane Crocker.
His self-appointed duty? Finding the offworld Players and sorting them out, the better to make way for the Game's Rocket Grunts to commit their larcenous crimes.
And you know?
He really thought the identification process would be harder.
Dirk likes to think himself a warrior-philosopher, but it doesn't take his kind of genius--or any kind, really--to put two and two together, even in this kind of chaos. And it doesn't take long for him to notice a trend.
Seriously, Obstagoon are rare enough in monochrome, nevermind these lurid hues, but even if that weren't the case--outside of one really weird night in the Ice Path, he's never seen this many Jynx in one place.
He doesn't know who's arming the new Players, but they've made bright blue and fuschia targets out of them.
The veterans were easy; they make quick work of the mindless grunts and almost unanimously give their Pokemon new names upon capture, so paying even a little bit of attention to the field of chaos gives him their locations.
Regardless of a Trainer's level of experience or their Pokemon's strength, Dirk arrives on the scene in dramatic fashion. He prefers dropping in from above--off a roof or stall cover, perhaps--but he's not picky. More than one person is tripped mid-stride, the hook of his solid wood candy cane looped around their ankle: look up, and there he is. (It's the only time they'll likely ever need to look "up" to see him.)
Rocket Beta Dirk Strider | OTA
He's shorter, for one thing. And... fancier. Way fancier. Instead of the traditional white and red suit, he's donned something more like a long and heavy robe, still red (of course) but now brocaded in gold. His boots rise halfway up his calf, and his beard is longer and more grizzled, with braids worked in and a gold ring near the end of its length. In his hands, he carries a large carved wooden candy cane.
And beside him trots not a Stantler, but a jauntily-outfitted Type:Null, a Santa cap atop its plume and jingling bells affixed to each of the four horizontal corners of its helmet.
His vicinity reeks of weed.
Yes, it's Rocket Beta Dirk Strider himself, under cover to evade detection by his unwitting bro and somewhat more worrisomely witted 'friend,' recent Champion Jane Crocker.
His self-appointed duty? Finding the offworld Players and sorting them out, the better to make way for the Game's Rocket Grunts to commit their larcenous crimes.
And you know?
He really thought the identification process would be harder.
Dirk likes to think himself a warrior-philosopher, but it doesn't take his kind of genius--or any kind, really--to put two and two together, even in this kind of chaos. And it doesn't take long for him to notice a trend.
Seriously, Obstagoon are rare enough in monochrome, nevermind these lurid hues, but even if that weren't the case--outside of one really weird night in the Ice Path, he's never seen this many Jynx in one place.
He doesn't know who's arming the new Players, but they've made bright blue and fuschia targets out of them.
The veterans were easy; they make quick work of the mindless grunts and almost unanimously give their Pokemon new names upon capture, so paying even a little bit of attention to the field of chaos gives him their locations.
Regardless of a Trainer's level of experience or their Pokemon's strength, Dirk arrives on the scene in dramatic fashion. He prefers dropping in from above--off a roof or stall cover, perhaps--but he's not picky. More than one person is tripped mid-stride, the hook of his solid wood candy cane looped around their ankle: look up, and there he is. (It's the only time they'll likely ever need to look "up" to see him.)
"Sup."
...what, were you expecting 'ho ho ho?'