SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: PYRITE TOWN
TEAM:
Bringing the second shot glass to his mouth, Seth was about to pound it down, when a young sweat drenched man suddenly burst through the doors and slammed his head dramatically onto the counter a few seats down, practically begging for water. Seth rolled his eyes as he took his second drink, swinging the glass onto the counter with a rather moderate force. Just enough to be heard throughout the small building.
'Tourists.' he monologues to himself.
Moments later the young girl Seth had noted upon his entry to the Cafe ran over to be on the swivel stool next to his. The girl had a peculiar grin on her face, one of a seemingly dark nature, much like the smirk he usually wore.
"You're Seth riiightt?! she questioned doing a rather expansive motion with her hands. A few people could be heard in the seats nearby as they murmured remarks regarding Seth. This is what sparked his own malicious smile to appear across his face. Especially when the girl next opened her mouth.
A request to get her into the Colosseum? Simply outstanding!
"I mean if you don't I could just rip your throat off and stuff," she added, oh so threateningly. Seth couldn't hold back a small chuckle of entertainment, he was receiving from the strange girl.
"You, talk pretty big pint-size." Seth verbalized in a harsh, torn up, yet careless tone.
"Hey! Who ever is making that noise, Please shut up!" A man with a Duskull floating above his shoulder shouted from across the bar. Seth looked up at him, but only for a brief moment before looking back to the obviously determined child.
"Got any money, or maybe even an equally importantly question, any Pokemon, Pint-Size?" Seth asked nonchalantly ignoring the fact he was speaking with a kid, hearing yet more chatter from the people next by. An older couple even got up, and left the man did so, even disgruntled shoving past Seth.
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KUMORI SHERAKU
LOCATION: GATEON PORT
Sitting in the back of an unmarked helicopter, just one of the advantages of being a member of Team Rocket, though she rarely made this know. She prefered to pickpocket from unsuspecting strangers during casual conversation. Liepard sat up in the seat beside her Trainer, looking intently out the window. Once above the Gateon Port, Kumori looked out upon the ocean, in the distance she could see a ship. Difficult to tell from this distance, but it looked like a passenger cruise. A fine opportunity for her. The helicopter slowly lowered onto the landing pad. The pilot clad in an entire Rocket Grunt Uniform, hat and all, looked back over his shoulder and gave the motion that it was safe to exit.
Thanks for being so devoted, Kai! Real undercover!" Kumori snapped sarcasticly, with a wide, thankful smile. Kai, was most likely not the man's name, but Kumori usually added the word randomly within her statement, a strange habit she picked up long ago. She lept out of the chopper, keeping her head low to avoid the spinning blades. Purrloin right behind her. Kumori adjusted her bag so that the Rocket Emblem could not be seen from any angle. Keeping one hand firmly in place on the bag she shyly grabbed the strap over her shoulder. She was very good at falsifying emotion, as she appeared completely lost, timidly navigating through the moderate spaces between the strangers that crowded the open concrete port.
Heading for the Pokemon Center to the far west of the town. Being one of her primary reasons for stopping in the port town was to visit the shop. She'd much rather buy her merchandise from here than in Pyrite. Okay, so here could get a little rough too from time to time, but it was still significantly safer than that scum-bag town. Kumori made sure to look about peoples faces judging them as she shyly passed by. Purrloin crept carefully behind it's Trainer glaring up at each passerby, protectively.