Fragments of Alarayne | The Memory of the Goddess

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: Haha, Alter your character reminds me of Lotta Hart from Phoenix Wright.

Oh, and Mika - next time you want to doubt my first chair position, make sure I'm not in the convo, kk? ;D


IC:

It wasn't so much the audacity of the action that truly startled Blue, (It was far too early for something so... insignificant for something to shock him like that) but what really shocked him was the look of resentment that was sent his way. It shocked him awake, and he nearly stepped back.

"What'cha starin' at?" spat the pourer, in a southern-esque drawl. "Aint'cha ever seen a girl get a wake-up call? This is reserved compartment, by the way, so unless ye've got business maybe ya should step out. I've got some rather personal stuff to discuss with sleepy-head here..." Blue scoffed, and began to turn away. He didn't have time for this - he had more important things to do - like find the executive. The girl finished with the equivalent to a slap in the face."...And yer starin' ain't really helpin' matters." Blue's hands clenched tightly together, and he cracked his knuckles one handedly. However, he ended up with his tongue in his mouth, and his hands stuffed into his pocket. Busting this girl's jaw would have been fun, but at 4:30 in the morning, it was something that would have to wait.

He turned to leave the car, hands still clenched, when a sound caught his ear. Thump. He turned to find the pourer in a neck grip administered by the pour-ee, shoved against the wall. A quiet voice dripping with malice sounded like a loudspeaker in the quiet compartment.

"If you ever do that again... So. Help. Me. God, you'll regret it." threatened the pour-ee, and released her grip, turning away. "Okay. Now that we've established we do not douse the executive with ice cold water, we can move on." Blue's eyes opened a bit.

Executive? This girl is the executive? he thought, and as he puzzled it, it all clicked, and Blue felt very foolish indeed. This woman must be Mika Blackthorn, a woman who he had heard of, feared, respected.. but never met. The Black Emerald.. Princess Rocket.. he was working under her?! As he reveled in his discovery, he realized that somebody was talking.

"Oh, and sorry about that little bit." said the other girl, with a half regard. "I just don't like people starin' at me, that's all." Blue nodded half heartedly, and sat down in one of the available seats. He realized quickly that this was a bad idea - most of the shock from the glare had worn off, and the hour resumed it's taunting. Blue was looking at Mika, but he wasn't seeing her. His eyes fogged over, he yawned, and his eyes closed. The sounds of the outside faded, and the last words he heard were...

...I'll humor ya' this once: name's Seraphina Geinsbrough, Sera to anyone who likes their dents the way they are..."

...and he was off to sleep.

In an ideal situation, the entire world would have stopped and let Blue get some sleep before continuing. However, he was to be sorely disappointed to find this to not be the case. For not a minute later, he was awakened by a young man barging in.

"So, when do I get to kick some butt!?"

One eye shot open, and the other one followed soon after. A punk, not even 16 years old, stood in the doorway, a stupid grin on his face, his red hair plopped on the top of his noggin like a mop. The boy continued, apparantly not done with his self appreciation.

"So they sent some chumps like you to work with Mika as well? I just hope you don't get left behind. I am one of the best new trainers out there, you know. It's okay though, not everyone can be as good as me." Blue's blood rose to a rapid boil, the adrenaline started to pump and his knuckles clenched tightly. He rose quickly, and grabbed the boy firmly by the bicep. A syrupy, malevolent voice escaped Blue's clenched teeth.

"Say, kid. Do you know what time it is? " Not even waiting for an answer, he interjected. "Wrong. It's time for you to sit down and shut the hell up. You heard the lady." With this, he jerked down hard on the boy's arm, hoping to get him into a seat. Or not. The floor would work fine as well. He didn't look particularly heavy, and he hoped that the yank would be sufficient enough to at least scare the kid straight, even if it didn't manage to physically bring the boy to his seat, although he hoped it would. "Were these different circumstances, I might be a bit more lenient, but it is 4:30 in the morning. I'm cold, and I'm damn tired. There is NO room in my schedule for annoying little kids shouting about how good they THINK they are at 4:30 in the morning. Sorry."

Without another word, Blue sat back down, and looked up at Mika, the adrenaline fading from his bloodstream. "Sorry for the interruption. You were saying?"

 

[Alter Ego]

Mika's gesture had definitely been the final 'shut up', and most people would have taken the hint by now and just kept quiet. Unfortunately, Sera wasn't most people.

"Bloody hell, that was uncalled fer." she spat out, glaring at Mika with mounting hatred easily rivalling the executive's, "I only asked ya a simple question, ya ragin' harpy. What the heck did ya slap me fer? And sheez, if ya wanted us to have introductions why didn't ya just bleedin' say so?"

She rubbed her cheek, feeling thoroughly slighted but fortunately shutting up as she tossed her satchel onto one of the vacated seats, nonchalantly slumping down on the one next to it - only noticing in retrospect that she had happened to take a seat next to oggly-eyes as the indignity of it all ran through her mind. Now the throttling, that had been justified, she could undestand it even if she didn't like it, but this...what in all blazes had she done this time? Committed thought crime? By now, the girl quite clearly realized that the rumors she had heard hadn't been exaggerations...they'd been seriously underplayed. To her mind, Mika was now confirmed to be a raving nutcase with anger management problems, and the sugary sweet way she adressed the newcomer - shakily introduced as Narumi - was only further proof of her lunacy. Sera was so unused to interacting with people that she had no idea of how withering her glares could be. Truth to be told, she hadn't even considered that this was a matter of what she had done rather than said. Before that particular argument could develop any further, however, the announcement of yet another member easily captivated everyone's attention.

"So, when do I get to kick some butt!?"

As the insufferably loud noise violated Sera's ears, her first impulse was to give the responsible party one hell of a thrashing. Was that crazy brat trying to render her deaf as well? Luckily, Mika decided to commit her first sensible act for the day and shut the punk up and - much to Sera's surprise - the peeping tom chipped in too, bluntly dragging the lout down and telling him to shut his yap. Sera blinked at the sight, surprised but in a good way for once. Maybe this guy wasn't as hopeless a wuss of a pervert after all. It was almost too bad that he didn't introduce himself, as this guy was the first thus far who's name Sera had any interest in learning. 'Get on?' she thought for herself, 'Wasn't the business precisely introducing ourselves - something which no-one here is doing? Aren't these misfits even listening?'. Well, Sera concluded for herself, folding her arms as she leant back in her seat - partially to seek warmth and partially out of instinct - if her shutting up was so damn important then little miss psycho executive over there had better not expect her to sort this mess out.

She could not, however, ignore the growing struggle within Narumi's bag, the constant conflict of voices she couldn't understand quickly beginning to wear on her nerves until - after several painstaking moments of tongue-biting - she finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, exec's pet - Narumi, right?" she turned her gaze his way, her voice sounding harsh like usual although compared to her previous speech it was actually quite calm and not quite as high on the decibels, "Would ya mind makin' yer critters in the bag there shut up? Like this guy said" she nodded towards Blue, "No-one wants to listen to a bunch of pointless yammerin' at four AM."

 

[Loki]

One quick thought of action shot through Narumi's mind like lightning, and he quickly bowed over and stammered an apology as he ignored the girl's brash tone, "R-Right away!"

'Exec's pet??' Narumi thought flatly, 'This girl trying to pick a fight with everyone or what?'

He rummaged through the depths of his bag and pulled out three pokeballs, snapping sternly, yet timidly, (though his glare was something to be feared,) "You guys, be quiet! It's already early enough, I thought you weren't morning people...or- pokemon..." He stared at a Forsyth who sat grumpily in his pokeball- in the middle, between a Diluvate who had closed his shell, (the echoing laughter was distinct though,) and a Splice who had all three cyclop eyes close and turned up in indignity.

<'Very well Mr. Shogou, but you really must tame this BEAST of BURDEN someday.'>

<'Beast of BURDEN?!'> Forsyth yelled, standing up in an offended flurry, <'I'm as tame as can be, and I've been here ten times longer then you, so technically, I'm YOUR senior!!'>

<'Oh? Pray tell, how so other then the amount of time you have spent under Mr. Shogou's care- have you learned nothing but how to run around like an infant and shout about your problems?'>

Narumi sighed, hanging his head a little to hide his expression of utter-pure-100% annoyance as he said quietly in a voice lightly laced with a 'you'll-regret-this-later' tone, "Stop."

All three pokemon eyed him warily and Forsyth sat down again, and Splice turned his eyes up again, facing his back towards Forsyth as Diluvate sighed, <'I'm getting some sleep.'>

Narumi relished in the newfound peace, and returned the pokeballs to their rightful place on his belt and apologized to Sera again, "I'm r-really sorry!"

For some reason, he was already worn out. What an active bunch of people... in certain ways. He wanted to go back to sleep already, I mean, it wasn't as if he were wide awake at any other time, but he swore, if this kept up for much longer, he'd end up dropping like a rock and falling sound asleep.

 

[parallelzero]

<'You three are idiots.'> Gardevoir relayed telepathically to Narumi's Pokemon, too tired to actually talk. She had been listening in on their constant fighting since she had entered the car with her trainer, and wasn't exactly thrilled with him either. <'Way to make a good first impression, genius.'>

Askan, however, was too occupied with the jerk who had just tried to pull him into his seat. "Hey! Hands off!" He shouted at the one he mentally referred to as the arrogant idiot. That in itself is quite obviously ironic. He took a swing at the guys hand with the back of his own, before walking aways from the group a bit. He turned his back and put his left hand into the air, rolling it. "And Mika, don't get your panties in a twist, nobody is exactly thrilled to be here." Following this comment, two pills suddenly flew out of his pant pocket and down his throat as he went to speak again. Gardevoir had utilized psychic to do this, having some doubts about Askan following his morning routine. It seemed like he was about to choke for a moment, which probably would have been beneficial to the group if he did, but swallowed them after a moment of struggling.

<'I thought you were acting funny, you didn't take your pills this morning, genius. Try and calm down before Mika kills you.'> Gardevoir muttered aloud this time, but Askan was able to comprehend as he had his hand extended towards her.

<'You're awfully cold this morning.'> Askan replied as he took a seat far away from the others, Gardevoir sitting beside him with an irritated look in her eyes.

<'Yeah, well, I'm usually not woken up at 4AM to open a door of all things. Just give those pills a few minutes to work, and hopefully you won't come off as so arrogant.'>

"Whatever." He said aloud as he began to sulk, resting his chin on his hands. These people were going to be real annoying to travel with for him. He was just hoping he could find someone to battle sometime soon.

OOC: Short, I know. Rushing since I have homework to do. XD;

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Kyah hahaha. Now you've all done it. xDD


-IC-

For the moment, she was tuning the both of them out. They were sitting and semi-quiet and she had enough of it. The little good for nothings... they thought this was a joke. They thought this was just another routine little mission that was going to be done in a month, max, and they'd just have to put up with the biatch. Well, they were wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. The manor in which Sera and Askan were speaking was making the whole ordeal nothing more than a trivial little necessity that they had to push through for glory and they seemingly didn't care who they hurt in the process. It was this attitude, this wretched attitude that lacked all forms of proper respect, that was pushing buttons Mika didn't really know she had.

Tightening her fists enough to draw a smidgen of blood, she unclenched them slowly, closing her eyes long enough to pull a mask of clarity over her face before she opened them. Worriedly looking at Narumi's paling complexion, she swiftly got the poor thing into a seat, his bag settled beside him, and after a light pat to the head, turned for the door, "Everyone sit down and maybe get aqquainted a little bit? I'll be right back, I need to get a bottle of water or something along those lines to dampen my throat." tapping the open button, she managed to slip out of the room without any intrusion and once it was safely locked, she turned to the nearest wall that wouldn't rattle the unsuspecting cabin and put a rather visible dent into the wall just above that shiney golden hand rail put up for small children the elderly with her still slightly bleeding fist.

Breathing heavily, she ran a hand through her hair and after a few moments, stood back up only to find a boy semi-watching her. Groaning at the sight of the key-card in his hand, she put her face in her hands, "Okay, please tell me you're not loud and obnoxious like the rest of them and please tell me you can ignore what I just did there?" It most likely wasn't going to happen but hell, might as well try the nice approach before using threats and other forms of violence, "I haven't gotten sleep in close to three days beyond a couple hours of dozing and they simply won't listen to me..." her shoulders sagged, "Seriously... I didn't want to come across this badly to my new unit..."

 

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: David, I smell a rivalry. ;D

IC:

Blue grimaced as the kid whacked his arm. It didn't hurt, but it was a definite act of defiance, and Blue wouldn't stand for it.

"Hey! Hands off!" the boy shouted, and Blue swore he felt a twinge of fear in his voice. His arm free from his grip, the boy turned. "And Mika, don't get your panties in a twist, nobody is exactly thrilled to be here." he said with a wave of his hand. With the back of his head so vulnerable, it took Blue all of his willpower to not crack the kid in the back of the head with a quick maetae, put him out of his misery for a while.

Following his smart-ass remarks, the kid had 2 pills forced down his throat, assumedly via his Gardevoir partner, as he gave her a dirty look. After choking for a minute, he sat down, undoubtedly embarrassed by the situation. "Whatever." he grumbled, and sat down.

Blue was infuriated. What cheek! Boy, if it were a little bit later in the day, that boy would be on his face by now. However, he held himself back, as the boy decided to sit down next to his Gardevoir. He was quiet now, and Blue was glad. The relative silence wouldn't last though, as Sera's voice pushed it's square shaped sound through Blue's round eardrum. When he turned, he found her glaring at another boy, a bit older than the punk, but still younger than Blue. The boy was hastily trying to stifle his bag, from which several pokemon were arguing.

"Hey, exec's pet - Narumi, right? Would ya mind makin' yer critters in the bag there shut up? Like this guy said" she nodded towards Blue, "No-one wants to listen to a bunch of pointless yammerin' at four AM." Blue winced at first, but then it turned into a light smile as Blue was mentioned. Maybe this girl wasn't as much of a psycho as he thought. The bag quieted down after a scolding, the boy stammered an apology, and Blue hoped that was that.

During all of this, Blue hadn't noticed Mika get up and start to leave. He caught her leaving, and she spoke. Her voice sounded tired, exasperated.

"Everyone sit down and maybe get aqquainted a little bit? I'll be right back, I need to get a bottle of water or something along those lines to dampen my throat." she said in a less firm tone, and she stepped out the door, leaving the carraige in near silence. Blue decided to take a little initiative. He stood up among the rest of the group, and held up his hands, hoping for quiet. As it quieted down, he spoke, a bit more softly than before.

"Alright." he said, pushing the goggles on his head a little higher, eliminating an annoying strand or three of hair that was tickling his nose. There was a certain leaderlike tone to his voice. " I know it's early, butI guess we got off on the wrong foot here. We ARE going to be working together, so I figure we might as well get to know one another." he nodded to Askan. "Sorry about your arm, kid." he turned to look at Sera. "..and I didn't mean to stare at you, Sera." Taking a broad look around the entire group, he took a deep breath. "Well, with all that aside, I'm Blue."

He continued. "I'm going to make this short and sweet. I've been with Rocket for coming up on two years, an executive for coming up on half of one, and as you can see.." he looked nonchalantly at Askan. "I have a low tolerance for BS." A grin flashed across his lips, and in an instant, it was gone. "I'm from Ecruteak, and I pride myself as a damn good negotiator. I'll talk an Ursaring into a stuffed bear if you give me a chance." He took a second and patted his belt, gently gripping Lash's pokeball. "I'm also a good fighter when it comes down to it. If anyone cares, I've got 6 Johto Badges, and 7 Kanto badges. I take pride in my pokemon, and if you give them any lip, you'll hear from me if you don't hear from them first.. if you know what I mean." Another grin went in one cheek and out the other. "In short, just don't disrespect me or my pokemon, and there won't be any trouble - I'll even have your back. I just have no tolerance for stupidity." With a shrug, he stepped back and leaned against the wall, opening the floor for someone else.

 

[Loki]

OOC: Yoshi-kuns, I don't smell anything. ;D

"Ummm..." Narumi let his eyelids droop back to their normal position, instead of their surprised and embarassed look from earlier, "I'm Narumi... and um... I'm a kind of new member... of Team Rocket, and my pokemon? Well... I don't really care if you give them lip, they'll probably just," Narumi paused mid-sentence and yawned, "-never get off your case for the rest of your life. I don't have any badges. I don't like collecting them, I only er... I only liked being in the Battle Tower at Larousse."

Leaning his cheek into the heel of his palm, Narumi closed his eyes, deciding that since his 'introduction' was over, he might as well catch some Z's.

<'Excuse me Miss, but I am not an idiot, as I am perhaps the most civil of these three buffoons.'> Splice replied to the Gardevoir, slightly miffed. Forsyth, eyed the other pokemon with obvious dislike, but remained silent, as Diluvate was smirking at him as usual, prepared to withdraw into his shell and fire another icebeam.

<'You should really try it, it's fun- pissing him off that is!'> Diluvate cackled with laughter, and a big red veinpop emerged in the blink of an eye on Forsyth's head, as he folded his arms and bottled up his annoyance- for the time being.

During this little conversation, Narumi was already fast asleep, and sleeping like a rock. Only a hurricane and explosion of noise could awaken Narumi when he fell asleep like this, which was pretty much everyday.

 

[Kogenta]

Asylum stared impassively at Mika for a long moment, after several seconds slowly shifting his gaze from her to the dent she had recently created before looking at her now-unclenched--though slightly bleeding--hand, and finally moving his eyes up toward her face. What thoughts lay behind his blank stare were unknown, but nothing in his expression seemed critical or shaken. The trainer finally shrugged with the lack of speed that arrives from missing motivation, replying, "I don't really know what I'm like, but I don't think anyone's ever called me loud. Anyway, s'alright. Doesn't bother me." He stifled another yawn as a message from Somnio entered his mind.

You do know who that is, don't you? The Lunatone, who had previously been gazing rather intently at Mika, turned toward Asylum. In response, Asylum granted his Pokemon an uninterested half-glance that indicated what was perhaps less than half consideration. Not really. Should I?

After a moment of emphatic silence, Somnio replied, "She's the Black Emerald--Mystearica Blackthorn. You should know the name."

'Kay . . .

You'll be working for her.

Oh. Asylum returned his gaze to Mika and, without much tact, stated factually, "Apparently you're my boss now. And yeah . . . It pretty much looked like a mess in there."

For the second time since his trainer had awoken, Somnio chided Asylum with a warning, "Sy . . ."

Right, right . . . 'Cause having a train car full of sleep-deprived, possibly less-than-sane criminals has worked out so well, it'd be a shame if I made myself look bad after she had the chance to be with those angels.

Less sarcasm, more reporting to your superior.

A'ight. Asylum twirled his ID lazily between his fingers, meeting Mika's eyes unwaveringly with his dimly luminous grey ones. "I guess you probably know, but I'm Asylum--Sy if that's easier. And unless I'm mistaken, I'm supposed to do what you say or something. So yeah . . . " He paused before motioning toward the door. "You plannin' to go back in?"

 

[Alter Ego]

Witnessing Narumi's unnecessarily visible flinch at being adressed, Sera couldn't help scoffing just a little. How the heck did someone who shivered like a leaf even in casual conversation get assigned to a job like this? 'Just my luck...' she thought, her glance travelling from the constantly stuttering girly boy to Askan, who was currently having a fit of rage stamped out by a couple of pills, and finally to the frothing mad leader she had been saddled with, 'Had to end up on the nutcase team...'

"Sheez, no need to get all jumpy..." she remarked, "It was just a simple request, not like I was slamming ya into a wall or throttling ya or anything." she made the two points purposefully loud just to remind everyone who the violent psycho in the room was.

Before the girl could pursue this line of thought any further, Mika suddenly announced that she needed a drink. Apparently screaming and attacking people really dried your throat. Rolling her eyes at the executive's ineptude, Sera had to excercise a considerable amount of self-control not to shout out a scathing remark over her shoulder as the girl exited, settling for mumbling "good riddance" under her breath.

Not soon after the number one psycho had left the room, things actually seemed to be going somewhere as the guy next to her took up on the subject of introductions, finally relinquishing a name. Blue, eh? Sera vaguely wondered what kind of parent would name their kid like that. But then again, seeing as how her given name was Seraphina she really wasn't one to talk. The way this...Blue talked, it sounded slightly too self-promoting for the girl's tastes, but compared to Mika it was a huge improvement, especially since it spared her the trouble of having to take charge. After Blue finished, the executive's pet took his turn, and what he said made something within Sera klick, her eyes narrowing again. Nothing? Nothing special at all? Who the heck did this lout think he was fooling? As if some rookie grunt would ever be admitted to a mission like this! The others might have been buying into that cheesy modesty and those oh-so-innocent eyes, but Sera sure as hell wasn't. Who did he think he was? Who did he think Sera was? If this kid seriously believed that someone who had been born into team friggen' Rocket would buy that story then he had another thing coming to him. Sera had half a mind to get up and throttle the boy until he came clean about whatever he was hiding, but decided against it for the moment, not really wanting to dig up the guy's personal dirt and certainly not wanting to do what Mika - as the team leader - was supposed to be doing. She did, however, make a mental note of keeping an eye on the lout as she decided to speak up before everyone noticed the way she was glaring at Narumi. No point in letting him know that she knew, was there?

"Well..." Sera began, attempting to dispel her intense dislike for this kind of activity as she took her turn, "Fer the benefit of whoever failed to catch it, the name's Sera. That is, the name that all of ya will call me by if ya know what's good fer ya. I've been a trainer fer seven years, wanted outlaw livin' with the Doduos fer four, chased by clueless Rocket grunts fer three, and temporary executive-" she placed a strong emphasis on 'temporary', "In place of my departed dad fer the last few months. As skills go, I might not be a smooth talker like Blue here, but I fancy myself pretty good at sneakin' and wilderness survival, what with havin' lived on the damn professions fer the last four years. Also, if ya need things done or translated with Dodrios or Doduos, I'm yer girl. Oh, and before any of ya make smart remarks about it, remember I'll kick ya square if ya do." she let her glance travel across the others in the room, giving her threat some time to sink in before she continued, "Now just fer the record, I'm only in this to get my record wiped and find the bastard who set me up, so don't try to make me do anythin' fer the greater glory of Team Rocket, 'cause I honestly don't give a Rattata's about that. Still..." her expression softened ever so slightly, "As long as ye cover my back I'll cover yers; just remember to keep yer hands, eyes, and smart remarks to yerselves and we'll get along just fine. Tryin' not to be stupid, loud, or especially both at once-" her glance briefly travelled across Askan at that point, "would also be prefered, but if either is natural to ya then I guess I could try to be a bit lenient. Stab me in the back, though, and..." she paused, "Well, let's just say that ya don't wanna' find out what happens then." with that, she sat down again, clearly indicating that she had said her piece for the moment.

 

[parallelzero]

OOC: I smell... cheese. Really short, but trying to half ass something so we can keep going. XD

IC: "Oi. Witchy woman." Askan scoffed at Sera, obvious irritation present in his voice as he kicked his legs up onto a seat in front of him, returning a surprised Gardevoir to her Pokeball before she could try and stop him from what he was about to say. "Shut up or start talking like a normal person. The way you're speaking is making me sick!" At this point, it almost seemed like he was trying to make an enemy of everyone in the car, mentally picking at what made them unique. At least, on the bright side, he seemed tired by the tone of his voice, and due to the fact that his eyes were only happened. He wasn't yelling anymore, he was just mocking in a half conscious state. When he saw it fit, he chimed in with the revelation of his identity.

"Askan Kyra Oregon. Go by Askan, Kyran, and occasionally Askan the Bloody Claw." He muttered as he lifted his right leg up and down off the top of the chair it was sitting on, as he put his arms behind the back of his head so he could lay back. "I don't really care who you are, as long as you stay the hell out of my way." Ah, he had such a way with words. How even his battle record got him the nickname 'Bloody Claw' was still a mystery, as his team really wasn't that intimidating. He relied on strategy and strategy alone, he didn't have any extremely dangerous Pokemon. "So, yeah, whatever. And yes ladies, I'm single."

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Ohh...personal remarks. Something tells me that Sera and Askan aren't going to be the best of chums. xD

IC:

Had the insult not been so futile, Sera would probably have exploded right away as Askan tried to take the piss out of her way of speaking. As it was, she kept quiet for a while, giving the boy time to dig himself deeper into the hole. And sure enough, his last remark about being single was just a too easy target.

"Gee, what a surprise." she remarked acidly, her tone dripping with so much sarcasm that not even Askan - drugged or no - could completely shrug it off, "Got any skills besides boastin' and nose-pickin', bloody fingers? Or did ya get that nickname fer a dandruf problem gone horribly out of hand? I honestly find ya about as interestin' as a rottin' log, and a good bit less appealin', but if we're gonna' be stuck with ya I fer one wanna' know what kinda stupidity to expect. As fer my way of speech..." she gave him a brief glare, "...get bent, I talk however I damn well please. Ya can count yerself lucky that I'm in such a tranquil mood or ye'd be pickin' yer teeth of the floor fer that. Then again..." a mocking little smile spread across her face, "Odds are that'd be the closest ye'd ever get to a woman, so I wouldn't put it past ya to enjoy it."

 

[Loki]

OOC: I have nothing to post because Narumi is asleep, but I have a few things to say, OOC, at the last two posts...

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ZOMGZOMGZOMG SO FUNNEH. [/shot]

K, I just had to let that out. xD Sera is frickin' funny.

 

[parallelzero]

"What's that? I CAN NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING. I DO NOT SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE." Askan emphasized the last two sentences, while not exactly yelling. As immature as he was acting or seemed, he was used to people judging him based on appearance alone, and decided to pay it no mind. "I'D TRY AND TALK LIKE YOU, BUT THEN I'D LOOK LIKE A BIG RETARD."

"Oh, and by the way. I've had two. Two girlfriends in the past four months, wench. Dumped 'em both because they didn't suit my fancy. Apparently I've been closer to a girl than you've apparently been to acting like one." Fearless or stupid? It was difficult to tell at this point, but it was almost certain Askan was going to get his butt kicked by someone soon. Well, they could try, but Askan wouldn't take it lying down, whether it was a girl or not. "And while we're on the subject of me - the greatest subject of all - don't underestimate me. I could compete with you during battle no sweat, Witchy."

 

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: Post coming! Nobody touch Askan.. he's mine. En Guarde, David!

IC:

Blue listened with an off-interested ear to the 60 seconds of infamy given from each person. Narumi, small and timid, was the first to go up. As he listened, Blue decided that there was definitely something being hidden in his testimony, but he couldn't decide on what it was. Just the general nature of the lad seemed to be a bit off for a bunch of supposedly bloodthirsty Pokemon theives. In fact, none of them seemed to be real "Rocket" material. He supposed that it was because they had all just sorta skipped up the line. Nobody had really experienced the grunthood like he had, except for maybe Mika.. but as he thought about it, she probably was pampered throughout her career as well.. But she WAS an executive.. shame that she couldn't keep things under control.

Then Sera stepped up to the plate. As Blue had suspected, her story was told with an air of distaste, but as Blue DIDN'T expect, she's a Dodrio wrangler, chased by Rockets for three years. And now.. she works for them? Shaking his head, he listened on. As she continued, Blue got more and more interested. Her record? Set up? What's UP with this girl? She closed with a threat, as Blue expected. 2 out of 3 marks for his intuition, which was a B in his book.

As she finished, the devilspawn kid spoke up again. "Oi. Witchy woman." he spat, and Blue's name-sake eyes opened wide, and he stood up a bit straighter, his hands stuffed roughly into the hands of his jacket. "Shut up or start talking like a normal person. The way you're speaking is making me sick!" he finished, a self satisfied grin plastered across his stupid face. He kicked his legs up onto a chair, returned his Gardevoir before she could say anything, and started talking.

"Askan Kyra Oregon. Go by Askan, Kyran, and occasionally Askan the Bloody Claw." he said, and Blue nearly gagged. This kid.. "I don't really care who you are, as long as you stay the hell out of my way." he continued, and Blue's adrenaline began to pump again. He clenched his fists tight in his jacket, and gritted his teeth, excercising all his will not to just beat the living snot out of this kid. Just give me one excuse, kid. One excuse and your ass is grass. "So, yeah, whatever. And yes ladies, I'm single." And that did it.

Blue started to move, but Sera was already there. Blue stepped back, fuming. "Gee, what a surprise." said the southern girl, with a sauce of sarcasm so strong Blue could almost taste it. "Got any skills besides boastin' and nose-pickin', bloody fingers? Or did ya get that nickname fer a dandruf problem gone horribly out of hand? I honestly find ya about as interestin' as a rottin' log, and a good bit less appealin', but if we're gonna' be stuck with ya I fer one wanna' know what kinda stupidity to expect. As fer my way of speech..." she paused for a moment, and Blue grinned, enjoying watching Askan's ass handed to him on a plate. "...get bent, I talk however I damn well please. Ya can count yerself lucky that I'm in such a tranquil mood or ye'd be pickin' yer teeth of the floor fer that. Then again..."she paused again, a smile creeping onto her face."Odds are that'd be the closest ye'd ever get to a woman, so I wouldn't put it past ya to enjoy it."

In a fit of desperation, or so it seemed, Askan resorted to third-grade insults. "What's that? I CAN NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING. I DO NOT SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE." he taunted, a big dumb grin on his face. "I'D TRY AND TALK LIKE YOU, BUT THEN I'D LOOK LIKE A BIG RETARD." With an off-hand tone, he added "Oh, and by the way. I've had two. Two girlfriends in the past four months, wench. Dumped 'em both because they didn't suit my fancy. Apparently I've been closer to a girl than you've apparently been to acting like one... and while we're on the subject of me - the greatest subject of all - " And that was the final straw. Blue was already there by the time he finished his sentence. By the time he had said the words "..I could compete with you during battle no sweat, Witchy." Blue had him by the throat.

With his forearm pressed tight against Askan's neck, Blue's face was practically nose and nose with Askan. "Alright, you little punk. I've had it with you. You might think your hot stuff, but NOBODY else here does, and there's no room for that. There's also no room for you to trash talk your team-mates. If you need to talk about how great you are, there's a nice empty field out there... " at this point he paused and pointed out the window where a plainly empty field was zooming by. "..just chock full of people who care, that I'd be more than willing to take you to." He grinned a twisted grin, and pushed a little harder on the boy's neck. "As for right now, however.. since it's 4 AM, I'll leave you with this. You're part of Team Rocket. Shape up, or get the hell out." his last statement crescendoed into a growly roar, and he thrust his knee toward the boy's gut. It was sudden, and wicked fast - Blue was confident that there was no way the kid could dodge it completely. He had the kid by the throat after all.

 

[Loki]

"Ara..." Narumi's tire voice came, "It's too early in the morning to be fighting..." He let out a huge yawn and stretched, slouching in his chair as he remained quietly speaking to himself, ignoring the fact that this was in fact a much bigger deal then he was making it out to be. Crossing his legs and stretching them out, he folded his arms, glancing at the clock on the wall before saying absentmindedly, "A guy can't sleep with all this noise..." Now, to one who knew Narumi, one would immediately sense the killing intent in his voice, the annoyance in his blank canvas of a face, and the glare that was burning in his eyes. He

However, to these three strangers, he probably looked like any other kid his age, bored, tired, and indifferent. Rubbing the cold metal that was attatched to his ear, trying to calm down, he sighed and used the tip of his converse to scratch the back of his leg, averting his gaze from the heated fight in front of him.

Honestly. There was that Miss. Geinsbrough who seemed to have the shortest temper in the world, then there was the weird guy who seemed to be off his rocker. But, both of the other guy's seemed to be off their rockers, but Narumi was talking about the one who was currently being attacked. Then there was the attacker, who seemed to be positively bi-polar. Having fallen asleep for a few minutes, Narumi was actually back to normal, oddly enough. But, if anyone was bi-polar, it was probably himself, as his personality seemed to change every other minute.

"Hey," Narumi mumbled flatly, barely audible as the fighting continued, "Are you... listening to me?"

Diluvate let out his usual cackle and said, <'Don't think so Roger!'>

Narumi glanced at Diluvate's pokeball, and the obvious, 'Shut the hell up' gaze was enough to make all six pokeballs fall silent.

'Let's see... all of these people seem to be easily annoyed. So basically, as long as I stay out of their way, I shouldn't attract too much of their attention. Which means I should probably hold my sarcasm. And I probably should've kept sleeping, or at least start pretending. Hey... that reminds me, wasn't I going to do that stammering freaky twit of a trainer act? ...' Narumi blinked, just remembering what had happened before he'd fallen asleep, 'Oh crap. Ugh, whatever. Too late now. Maybe this'll just be my act after I wake up or something. I can't believe I slipped up.'

Scooching himself up on the seat and stuffing his skeleton-like fingers into his pockets, he searched for- ah, there it was! Unwrapping a strawberry gummy and popping it into his mouth, Narumi proceeded to suck all the flavor off, so that it would last longer then chewing it and swallowing it. In fact, to Narumi, that was the proper way of eating gummy-like candies. Crushing the now empty wrapped in his fist and pocketing it again, he watched the scene before him, which, truthfully, was extremely entertaining.

 

[Clow]

(Baka,Baka, Baka!!! Ok listen, things have been hard for me, I've been busy, I'm still behind on a few things, and I'm just happy to be done with this for now. I almost had more done last night, but dad had to update something, so he shut down the comp ,and instead of saving the file on Microsoft Word, it Freaken ate it!!! >_< plus dad chewed me out on a test he should have graded five days ago, so I just want to post this before I'm left in the dust, if this isn't good enough then FINE, I'll get back to it later, at least I'll have it with little chance of it going away AGAIN!!! *sigh* Ok I feel better ^_^)


-Out of Character-

Name: Clow, Clow Damon, Nate (If you must -_-)

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: William Archer
Nick Names: Will
Age: 16
Location of Childhood Home: Oldale, spent more then a little time in Violet City with his Cousin.
Type of Trainer: Spy

-+- Pokemon:

Current Pokemon on your Person:

Mako (Gardevoir) (Female)

Mako was the first pokemon Will caught oddly enough, by accident. It all started years ago while Will was bouncing a Pokeball on a wall with his tennis racket, out of tennis balls at the time. His mom complaining Will just shrugging, but with one wrong swing, and it went bursting out the window, into a Kirlia. It was wondering around the ball knocking it out, and also catching it. Will was more then a little surprised, and the Kirlia more then a little ticked off, but the worked it out. The two have a very strong bond, naturally, psychic pokemon and close trainers normally do, and being with him the longest some would say she was even the strongest in Wills team. As a Kirlia Mako was, to say the least, sassy, crude, and mocking, and still is somewhat, but she's defiantly maturated.

Anra (Absol) (Male)
Anra is one of Will's favorite pokemon, one reason is because he is an Absol. Absol's for one have the ability to sense natural disasters, which saved Will's life. Will was actually traveling up a mountain, looking for rare pokemon, after al, some pokemon only live in the mountains, and few people travel them. That's when he noticed an Absol, staring at him, before having time to even reach for a ball, the creature rammed him, forcing Will onto his back, and running down the mountain, just as rock slide was coming. After a chat with Mako, The Absol deiced to join Will saying " You seem hopeless without me." Anra is a bit of an odd pokemon, he's quite, doesn't say much, but when he does speak, it's usually something sarcastic. He enjoys a good fight, but usually when there's nothing going on, he sleeps and lounges around.


Mizu (Vaporeon) (Female)
Mizu is kind of the sweet and caring child in the group, no doubt the youngest, and she acts like it. Mizu was found in a forest alone. She obviously wasn't wild, she was too calm, and trust worthy, she seemed way to tame even for an Eevee. After taking her to the pokecenter, he was told that some young, impatient and crueler trainers would abandon pokemon like the Eevee because some tend to be weak at the start. At first, the Eevee was basically a pet, Will didn't need it for battles he didn't mind, the poor thing had been through a lot. But he soon realized, she had a will to fight. One day after almost a year with the cute little Eevee, Will made a visit to his mom, talking to her about evolving Mizu. After a lot of talk, some from Mako, who chatted with Mizu, all four decided that, with her personality, Vaporeon suited her best. Mizu is a very loving creature, trusting, ever cheerful, and to be honest a bit boy crazy. But she can get angry, and somewhat easily (She once nearly drowned Anra for eating the last of her favorite pokeblock flavors) Despite getting a bit older, her personality seems unchanged some doubt she'll ever change, not that that's a bad thing.

Naito (Noctowl) (Male)
Naito was one of the few pokemon that didn't come with him willingly, he's always been a tough, stubborn bird. He was caught in the Johto region on one of his vacations to visit his cousin, who is nearly his older sister. He encountered the bird fighting with a far weaker pokemon, about to take it to far, Will stopped him and a battle between Anra and the Noctowl was the result. But even when the bird was out matched, it wouldn't give up even after taking various poundings by the Absol, it wouldn't stay down. In the end, Will had to bring him to his cousin. After a few days the Noctowl joined up with Will, simply out of respect. Nato is brash, rash, and can sometimes be stupid, though he is an intelligent pokemon. Though he does, sometime get along with Will's other pokemon, he is defiantly not one to make friends.

Pokemon hidden Depths of Tall Grass or your PC Box:

Box:
Mightyena (Kage) (Male)
Sandslash (Ira) (Male)
Togetic (Kite) (Male)

Wild:

Tyrogue
Ditto
Roselia
(If you please)

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: A light shade of brown

Hair Color/Style: His hair color is Orange, it's a short, simple enough cut, with a few clomps of hair spiked down word.

Height: 5'2

Weight: 158 lbs.

General Appearance: Will's most noticeable features are definitely his Bright Orange hair, and his light brown eyes. The hair is quite short, barely reaching the top of his neck. His eyes are a very nice shade f brown like his mothers. Will has some nice facial features, he would defiantly be considered good looking. He has attracted more then a few girls by looks alone, and has gotten a bit fed up with it. He is pretty skinny, but has some noticeable muscles mostly in his arms, but you wouldn't call it "ripped". His build really supports his height, he may look short, but you wouldn't mistake him for someone much younger then himself. As for attire, Will wears dark blue, tattered, cargo jeans, that he has had for a long time (And hates to admit it) He likes to keep it simple, so he likes to wear a short sleeved red shirt, with a black hooded jacket, with long sleeves, and more then a few pockets. The jacket is usually always open, to ascent his shirt. He keeps some shades around, but only wears them when he sees fit. As for shoes, he wears some white, with a few blue stripes, tennis shoes he has grown comfortable wearing. He doesn't have a big fancy executive uniform, but he was given a basic Rocket uniform, for when the time calls for it, He wears hand gloves instead of the long arm type, his normal shoes, instead of thoughs boots he despises, and an opened vest, with the same R, instead of that shirt. He also threw out the stupid bray, and wears a Bandana with a large red R on it.


-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:

+Great acting ability.

+His, always grey point of view (Never black and white)

+His head for strategy.

+He is seasoned tennis player, making him light on his feet, and giving him a strong arm.

+He's always been a stealthy guy.


-Letting people close to him, or ones that are counting on him down.

-Getting to into his job (This is both A Strength and a Fear, a fear of taking it one step to far)

-Getting caught undercover ( Because of what might happen, and his pride in general)

Likes | Dislikes:

+Music
+Tennis
+Actually getting a good nights sleep
+Most of the other G-Men
+Lance
+Someone he can actually talk to, intelligently.
+Being able to sit down and relax after a hard day

-Stuck up people
-People that comment on his height negatively
-Some of the other G-Men
-Lance (He's a great guy, but even he can get annoying)
-People that he considers to be "a jerk"
-Being bested in strategy, or mentally
-People that see things in simple black and white, good or bad ect.
-Boy crazed girls.

Goals: To do something with his life, to get people on a only slightly crocked path, the chance that others won't, to make thoughs close to hm proud.

Skills: Head for strategy, strong arm, great aim, head for teck.

Quirks | Habits: Will has a very bad case of insomnia. When he's feeling unfocused, he may sometimes bounce a pokeball, or tennis ball, up and down on his racket.

Secrets: He used to be a rotten kid, he would prank, con, even steal.

Reputation: Though he is no higher up, such as Lance, he is defiantly good at what he does, and that's being a spy, he would sooner get sent to jail then caught, he's impressing some of the bigwigs, but he could honestly care less. (I will include this in past later, but he did earn 5 Hoenn Badges, two contest Ribbons, became a research assistant and was enrolled in the pokemon police, trying to find that one thing, before the G-men)

Personality: A laid back, somewhat lazy kind of guy, who plays it cool. But does sometimes slip up, and has a very short fuse, that's Will. Unprovoked, Will's a nice guy, willing to lazes about, just talk to someone, maybe practice his tennis, and happily waste the day away. But he is easily irritated, and when he's annoyed things can get ugly, and when he's mad, Mako holds him back to be honest. Will has always been a smart enough guy, though his blind furry can make that hard to see at time. He always enjoys a good challenge, for his mind, or his sport if he can find someone to play. Will doesn't like to see anyone especially himself, looked down on upon, or pushed around, and finds it hard to stand for, giving him a big problem with authority but most of the time, he can manage to bite his tongue and stay slightly, but it is very difficult. Will, to someone he dislikes, can be a bit taunting, sometimes hitting below the belt so to speak, and being proud of it, he can be smug if he wants to but goes against that urge whenever possible. During something serious, and sometimes battle, usually he just wears a cocky smirk, viewing things in a nearly uncaring manner, which is his way. But the only time he could be considered cheerful is with loved once…. and food. He's also a bit of a flirt, having a certain charm, to go with his looks, though he actually prefers girls that don't go crazy over him at first.


-+- History:

Past: (Again, Paragraph format. Feel free to create character mystery. <3 I love that sort of thing) (Later, getting this up to par…)

Family:

Skyle Archer, Father, 42, Accomplish Pokemon trainer (Co-Hotel owner).
Lenna Archer, Mother, 38, Accomplished Pokemon Researcher (Co-Hotel owner)
Mandy Branford, Cousin, 22, Pokemon Nurse (She recently joined, but she is accomplished, and is doing well)
Kain Branford, Cousin in-law, 25, Teacher At Violet City's pokemon school.

Other:
Will, will sometimes use his Tennis racket as a tool. He has also developed a little bit of psychic power, as some trainers do with psychic pokemon, but he can barely bend a spoon with all his mental might. Another note, tennis is just Will's hobby, he excels at it, but you really wouldn't even call it a passion, he simply just enjoys it.

RP example: Drache nuf said XP plenty of others, but I just want to get this thing done O_O
I just want to get this thing done O_O

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Clow: D: Fix it up! It makes my eyes bleed as it is!

FINSIH OR BE EATEN ALIVE

-cough-

Anyways, now that the bloody huge project my crazy goverment teacher gave us is completely finished (Psyco, the man gives us a night and a half for a project that we should've at least been given a week to do.) I get to leave for two days to go eat chocolate and throw eggs at people play with cute babies for two days.

Be back late Sunday



-IC-

"…Yeah. Thanks for listening kid. Sorry… I know I'm a weak leader." she rubbed the back of her neck softly , "…but I have to do the best I can with the cards I'm given." Yawning, she opened the door back up just in time to hear an announcement. Pushing a hand over the nearest person talking's mouth so there was silence, she turned her head up towards the corner speaker, listening as the school-like bells as they bing-bonged in that rhymatic tone that often caused children to bolt for the nearest exit or the nearest classroom.

Good morning everyone! We hope you are enjoying your ride on this beautiful morning. We would, at this time, like to ask all our patrons to find a seat. Do not be alarmed, this is only a small trial we all must overcome. The Global Police have set up a Checking Station at the edge of Mt. Silver. They will simply walk through the train once and leave. It's nothing to be alarmed about. Now, if you could all take your seats, this pestilence can be dealt with calmly and quickly. We will arrive at the stop in approximately thirty minutes, please be in your seat by that time to make the process go smoothly. Thank you for your co-operation.

Mika ran a hand through her hair very slowly. Everyone in the cabin, with the exception of Big-Mouth, had clean records. Giovanni had his insiders, they'd made sure these newbies would be safe from persecution this early, but they couldn't touch Mika's file at all and worse, she had the bracelet on her wrist; that bloody silver, almost barbaric-looking, bracelet. One on each wrist. Each bracelet had very obvious bite marks scattered across the steel frame (Seemingly bitten in an attempt to get them off but it had obviously failed multiple times.) and each one had a horror story of its own. Simply put, the bracelets, visible to anybody with eyes on their face, were reminders of her time in a GP facility. They were put on the high flight-risk 'guests' to track them via one of these 'stops'. The bracelet itself acted as a pull for an indicator. If she was within a certain amount of distance from them, she'd be easily found and this early, this early, it would be a disaster.

Breathing in and out softly, she pulled the boy in the hall into the room by the earlobe and shut the door, locking it legally and illegally, "Alright, nobody say anything for a second here, okay?" Her hands dropped to her sides, "Okay, we need to come up with some sort of a plan or we're going to get caught before we've even started and that, that is bad. We need somebody to distract the G-Unit and possibly their aids and a few people to stay here. Lastly, I need a person or two to come with me. I gotta get on the roof of this stupid train so that blasted scanner can't detect my latest accessory." she waggled it in front of the others, "Which, by the way, I don't recommend getting." she smirked sarcastically, "It clashes with everything,"

Sighing, she sat down in the available not-wet chair and rubbed her forehead lightly, "Ideas. Spit them out now." she turned her head towards Sera and Askan, "Not litterally spit, I know you two would try it, and no stupid ideas. Serious ideas because this is a deadly serious matter."

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Uh, yeah...I'm sorry to say I share Mika's reaction, Clow. Your commas are just...all over the place. x.O Really, I know your usual punctuation is way better than that so there's no need to get that rushed with the profile. Take your time and finish it. Glad to see you've posted something, though. ^^

Oh, and speaking of profiles...Mika, you haven't finished yours either. Aren't you being a little hypocritical? xD *Shot for questioning the RP master*

IC:

The moment Askan opened his dumb mouth, Sera's opinion of the boy dropped even further. Big retard? She had heard year-old Doduos come up with better ones than that. The girl had half a mind to smack the moron over the head for violating the time-honored tradition of insulting with such a pathetic attempt as he continued prattling on about having had two girlfriends - chicks in white coats who tried to stick needles in him or hired company, no doubt, unless he had counted his mother - and by the time the twit had gotten to his prissy 'I'd beat you' speech - providing a side-order of insinuating that Sera would actually want to be feminine - the girl was more than ready to do what she had wanted to get done for a long time, rising up and preparing to shut the kid's yap for good.

Just like with her last impulse, however, Blue beat her to it, slamming the punk against the wall psycho executive-style and informing him - in no uncertain terms - that if he couldn't shut it he would be looking at a one-way ticket to the empty field outside. Sera couldn't resist smiling - even though Blue had largely stolen her thunder - at least there seemed to be one sensible person on the train. It was a shame that he had to be a Rocket loyalist, though, but she supposed that that couldn't be remedied any time soon. Hopefully the loud-mouthed twit would take the hint and shut up, but Sera decided not to count on it, ready to chip in with another blow to Askan's gut if he as much as tried to make a counter-attack.

Soon, Askan turned out to be the least of Sera's worries, however, as the PA blared out the worst piece of news for the day:

Good morning everyone! We hope you are enjoying your ride on this beautiful morning. We would, at this time, like to ask all our patrons to find a seat. Do not be alarmed, this is only a small trial we all must overcome. The Global Police have set up a Checking Station at the edge of Mt. Silver. They will simply walk through the train once and leave. It's nothing to be alarmed about. Now, if you could all take your seats, this pestilence can be dealt with calmly and quickly. We will arrive at the stop in approximately thirty minutes, please be in your seat by that time to make the process go smoothly. Thank you for your co-operation.

Sera flinched, walking by? She was suspect enough on her own, but with that loud-mouthed, witless prat and little miss psycho around she'd stick out like a sore thumb. 'Okay...' she thought for herself, feeling the pounding in her head as she shut her eyes to focus, 'What to do? What to do?' On a normal day, she would just have called out Flammie, have him bust up a wall and then high-tailed it out of there on Triune's back, but with all those louts on her back that wasn't an option this time, especially since she had to make the escape subtle and non-confrontational. And on top of all that, they had to escape off a moving train. What kind of idiot decided to stick them on a friggen' train?

"Damn it..." she mumbled for herself, paying half-minded heed to Mika's blabbering, "Damn it all..."

When the executive came to the point about her 'new accessory', however, Sera was snapped out of her thoughts, and not in a good way. At the sight of the silver bracelets - the ones she had heard others fearfully describe, the one she had seen in so many nightmares - she just had to speak up. No, that was an understatement. She didn't speak up, she yelled.

"YA. BLOODY. IDIOT!" never before on that day had her anger boiled up to such an extent, the words flying out of her mouth like punches in a bar fight, "YA WENT FER THE BLEEDIN' TRAIN EVEN THOUGH THEY'VE FRIGGEN TAGGED YA?! AND NOW YE'RE MAKIN' STUPID JOKES ABOUT IT?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YA THINKIN', YA DUMB BROAD?!" Sera just couldn't contain it anymore. Fully aware that it was entirely out of line and not at all the smart move to make, she pulled her right arm back and delivered a full-force smack to Mika's left ear that would probably leave said ear ringing for quite a while. Although this release of aggression seemingly calmed her slightly, the girl was still trembling with rage as she spoke up again.

"You all know what that thing is, right?" she cast a sideward glance across the group, "That's a GP trackin' bracelet. If one of their scanners gets anywhere near that thing we'll have every god-damn officer in a ten-mile radius on our backs. And ye're..." the girl turned back to Mika, "Ye're tellin' me that ya don't even have a proper escape plan?! Ya want all of us to sit down in a little circle on the floor and make one up in the thirty minutes we have here before they start the friggen' sweep?! Sheez, weren't ya supposed to be good at this?! I've seen two-bit grunts come better prepared, damn it!" she felt a strong urge to hit the executive again, but restrained it this time. No matter how right it felt, this wasn't the right time for a brawl. Hopefully little miss psycho would realize that too.

"Now ya said ya wanted ideas?" she continued in a more steady voice, "Well, I reckon' I could start a reasonably contained fire in one of the compartments up ahead. Should be enough to keep 'em busy fer a while. Other than that, some of my lil' friends here-" she nodded towards her pokéballs on her belt, particularly thinking of Rondo, "Could create quite a stir amongst the passengers. The way I see it, the more panic and disarray we can create out in the halls, the better our chances of slippin' by unnoticed, and I'm pretty good at creatin' disturbances. Now..." she cast her glance across the others in the room, "Anybody got somethin' to that effect? Smoke bombs? Pokémon that just don't play well with people? Anythin' poisonous but controllable to let loose in the passenger-heavy cars? Whoever's got somethin' like that I'd like to have with me on the distractions side, but only if ya know how to move quietly and unnoticably, 'cause one mistake can be enough fer both to get caught." Slowly getting into the plan-developing mood, she shrugged off her trench coat, tossing it onto the seat next to her satchel before promptly siezing the length of dark red hair spreading in all directions from the back of her head and tying it into what would probably have been a ponytail were it not for the fact that the strands still liked to spike and did so in every direction. Still, this simple procedure had altered Sera's appearance somewhat, although part of the credit probably went to the change in her attitude, her usual agression-laced tone replaced by an authorative and businesslike one and her gaze relenting a bit from its usual anger towards the world in general. There was a time for picking fights and barbing the others at every turn, a time when she could afford being nitpicky about every look, gesture and word, but this just wasn't it. This was business, serious business, and even though she hadn't fully realized it, Sera was instinctively stepping into charge, now having established Mika as completely unfit to lead. Sera was the senior here, after all, the expert. She was on her own turf now, and certainly didn't want this situation botched because of some pampered rocket-chick with a superiority complex.

"I'd nominate Narumi fer the sittin'" she continued matter-of-factly, "'cause he's our little dolly-boy and looks too innocent to even swipe a friggen' paper clip." 'Not to mention...' she added in her mind, 'That this way he doesn't get a shot at sabotaging anything crucial.', "Askan I'd stick on the roof, 'cause - quite frankly - he just doesn't know how to shut his yap and he's about as inconspicious as a Tentacruel in a bathtub. But of course, it's all yer call in the end, princess." she turned her gaze back to Mika, waiting - probably in vain - for the executive to make herself useful for a change while almost challenging her to come up with a reason to disagree this time around.

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

BLAST you Alter and your long posts!

Humph. I've got an evil teacher and a moody sister (Joys... puberty's beginning is worse than the middle and end). I have excuses. I won't shoot you if a CERTIAN SOMEONE posted in a CERTIAN THREAD -coughcough- << -is shot for insulting a second RP Master-

IC comin momentairly

 

[parallelzero]

"Alright, you little punk. I've had it with you. You might think your hot stuff, but NOBODY else here does, and there's no room for that. There's also no room for you to trash talk your team-mates. If you need to talk about how great you are, there's a nice empty field out there... " Blue said to Askan as he took hold of his throat with his forearm and made a notion towards the passing field. It was coming, the peak of excitement that his body had been pushing him to create. Ever since he awoke as a member of Rocket, his body has seemingly adapted to the rush and thrill of conflict. Basically, he was addicted to chaos, no matter how hard he tried. And he had tried, multiple times, all ending in failure. It was possible a catalyst would be needed to help him drop this unwanted personality. In response to Blue's next statement, he gave what was seemingly a psychotic grin. "..just chock full of people who care, that I'd be more than willing to take you to." He went to make a cheeky response, but was quickly cut off by more jabbering. The moment was near, that which his body desired would soon arrive; the peak of the chaos. ""As for right now, however.. since it's 4 AM, I'll leave you with this. You're part of Team Rocket. Shape up, or get the hell out." Blue growled as he thrusted his knee towards Askan, whom of which had no fear of the attack, that much was shown by the look in his eye.

When the blow impacted, his head jolted downwards as he coughed up a little bit of blood in process. "THAT is all you have?!" He laughed as he lifted his head back up to look at blue, blood dripping down from his lip and off his chin. He looked insane, simply insane at that moment, his pupils barely noticeable and a big grin on his face. As he began to struggle in an attempt to break free of Blue's grip. He froze suddenly, his breaths slowing significantly, as that which brought him pleasure recoiled on his body. Another downside to his body was that once it reached a certain level of excitement, it "rewarded" Askan by sending dangerous waves of pain throughout his body, which in turn crippled him temporarily after it drove him insane for a few moments. "GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Askan shouted dangerously as he attempted to push Blue away, and went to reach for the Pokeball of his Gardevoir. During the time he had trained under Rocket, he had been working on methods of not hurting others while in this state. While he liked to fight, he didn't like hurting those he didn't consider an actual enemy. As Gardevoir was released, she quickly took action in using her psychic to contain the boy, forcing him into the fetal position as the pain took hold. His screaming disrupted the discussion taking place momentarily, but subsided as soon as it came.

Gardevoir let go of the boy with her technique afterwards, and he struggled to get up, his breathing very heavy. In the end, he had to use a chair to push himself up. It was at this point that he overheard Sera's idea. "I'll sit on the roof... I can use my Noctowl to get up there." Usually after his attacks, he became a completely different person until he had rested. Well, in this case it could have been a side effect of his meds kicking in...