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He’d just finished going over the last bits of contract, signing what needed to be signed, shaking hands with all of the big wigs in the room when one of them announced they could begin the process that very day. Giovanni, of course, was delighted; there was some sort of pride that came with the thought of his own move undergoing production, and frankly he couldn’t wait to see the fruits of all of his years of hard work.

He was lead through Silph’s halls, listening to his current guide’s ramblings: how the programmer he was going to be working with was new, but talented, young but already proven. Always the skeptic, Giovanni chose to reserve judgement, but he couldn’t help but get excited. With that sort of praise, it was hard to imagine anything going wrong. At least, not yet.

Eventually, they came across an office door, and his guide knocked loudly before shepherding Giovanni inside. “Mathew,” his guide said, “this is the client we told you about the other day, Mr. Sakaki. He developed the Fissure move you’ll be programming. Mr. Sakaki, this is Mathew Jermain.”

The man’s lauded genius does not go unnoticed and other teams are already scrambling to obtain him but Maxie, through some pulled strings, has dangled a very large carrot in front of the man’s face - with the promise of being able to better the future of both humans and Pokemon. He knows, from the words that were spread about the scientist, that his fragility was easily manipulatable. Maxie had no need for that. He held steadfast to his ideals and believed that in due time, the young scientist would do the same. The largest part of the plan, developing the tools to awaken the legendary Groudon, was something he omitted from the email he sent to the man:

Dear Mr. Jermain, 

I am Magnus Wieland, of Team Magma. I am here to seek your services in developing Technical Machines for the use of our team. Your recompense will be in the form of a large salary of several hundred thousand and a private laboratory on the team’s base. Your role will be mainly to lead the scientists already present with your vast intellect in order to create new and easily-used TMs. This will be for the betterment of both humans and Pokemon alike.

This opportunity will not last long, Mr. Jermain.

Do not disappoint me.

Regards,

Magnus Wieland

Chief Executive

Magma Tech Pte. Ltd.   

Attached to the email is a simple logic puzzle that contained the coordinates to the location of the base. He sends it off, and links his hands together. All that is left to do now is to await the man’s arrival, and for that, he sends a platoon of his grunts to work on the preparations as the contract is prepared and he signs off the final bits of paperwork.

It is outside the castle grounds that he finds the young man waiting. His breath slows. It is cold. He is dressed in odd winter apparel but he still seems to be shivering. Today, it is colder than usual; he can feel it in himself. “こんにちは (Hello),” he begins, calling the servants waiting outside to bring in his bags. “Mathew-san, right? Welcome.” He slides the fan out of view into his pocket and bows; does not extend his hand. “Come,” comes as finality, and harshly, almost an order; he is concerned about the man standing there in the cold.

He turns away from Mathew and strides back into the castle grounds, the servants already preparing a feast for the young man. “Here,” he says to the seemingly nervous man, “take a right after the column and I’ll meet you for a quick meal soon.” He returns to his chambers, places the fan in a drawer, shuts and locks it. Just a dream… Meeting Mathew seemed like an everyday activity; he was used to diplomatic visits and this seemed just like one.

Despite this, the circumstances in which they would first correspond were a bit odd. He receives a letter by carrier pigeon, informing of a man named Mathew Jermain, wanting to spread the technology known as Technical Machines (TMs) to this region. Mitsuhide had initial thoughts about it, for his people did not have any use for such a thing but it was Mathew’s persuasion that led to today and the young warlord’s agreement.