rememberthemonster asked: The green-haired man sits at his PC, scrolling through and analyzing a long list of articles on Team Flare. He's spent hours at this task without sleep, and his Zigzagoon is getting worried...

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Though there may be little information currently circulating about the operations of Team Flare, it was more than impossible to run any organization in complete secrecy.

Let alone, a particularly bumbling criminal one. While the clues may have been hastily scattered throughout the regions, bought out and wiped off the map, anyone with a good ounce of sense could still uncover the true face behind such a Team , if they tried hard enough.



All it took was a well-timed stroll around Lumiose, with a lookout for someone particularly flashy, opinionated and red, or even a quick search through important members of Kalosian society for one who would possess the manpower and aesthetic needed to run such an organization… The clues were all hiding… disguised, in plain sight. And perhaps, this is where Lysandre fell so short as it’s Leader.

…No, he didn’t like to think about that term. While it may be true that he did found and direct Team Flare, the true faces of the operation had always been it’s Scientists. As he tried to reassure himself daily; the Team’s existence was a necessary step.. a step toward a brighter future!



Unfortunately, both the strict time limit and undesirable personality type he had to work with did jeopardize their immunity quite a lot, but there was not enough time or money left to waste on better resources. They were all he had to work with- these.. poor, misguided souls..



It was a wonder the Professor hadn’t confronted him about the whole operation yet.

Or perhaps, he didn’t want to. Did he know? Regardless, as long as the events themselves still happened, there was no need to worry about how he or they would be remembered by anyone- As Villain or Hero. It didn’t matter.

The only thing that mattered, was them. The citizens of this world. Lysandre after all, meant Liberator of man.

And that’s exactly what he intended to do;

Liberate them…



….from this terrifying, inter-dimensional plague.

While Lysandre was hiding in plain sight, Bill no longer had that luxury. He was holed up in some remote region that no one had heard of, with only a Zigzagoon and a male Kirlia to keep him company, scavenging whatever discarded technology he could find to keep his diehard inventor’s urges occupied.





Visiting as flashy a personality as Lysandre straight out in the open was out of the question, of course. No, Bill MacKenzie had to play his cards carefully,





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Lysandre soon received an e-mail from an address he couldn’t recognize.







L. I understand you’ve been doing some… research on extradimensional entities. Namely, protecting our own dimension from their invasion.







I have information that might be useful. It’s been sort of a lifelong obsession for me. However, no one must know that we have spoken together.





I have no interest in money, or any form of physical reward. I simply want this planet to be protected from these beings that would wish it harm. However, concealing my identity is paramount. There are are far too many who despise my efforts and would rather see me dead than alive. My enemies are everywhere. And should you betray my trust, I WILL rain down hellfire.







I shall patiently await your response. I trust you will make the right choice for this world’s stability.







– B.

