Fragments of Alarayne | The Memory of the Goddess

[Clow]

OOC: *Blow's smoke off gun* What?? Alter had it coming XP. Ok, I can understand, I finished this in one day, and at one, honestly, I just wanted a fall safe just incase my comp deiced to eat it again… Anyway. I'll edit this post, AND send a PM to Mika when I think it's up to par, I never really got the chance to look over it… Anyways, been a very stressful Spring Break (Spent all Thursday going through my room, removing my bed, and such, and later, mom ran over the cord for my Wii sensor Bar, breaking it, and didn't even bother with any apology… Gah parents sometimes…) but hopefully I can get caught up all over…. Maybe…

 

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: Clow! Broken Wii sensor bar? You poor, poor boy! I'm so sorry..

Alter, if I misinterpreted your plan at all, let me know, and I'll edit accordingly.

IC:

As Blue's knee smashed into Askan's stomach, the latter boy's head shook forward, and a quick cough sent blood splattering all over his face. Satisfied, Blue leaned back, one arm still firmly grasped on the boy's neck a smug grin on his face. Soon, Askan would crumple to the floor and that would be it. Dominance asessed. However, this would not be the case. Askan looked up, and no longer did Blue see the face of a bratty little kid, but the face of an insane man. Blue took a step back, internally horrified. All that showed on his face though, was a look of sheer surprise.

"THAT is all you have?!" Askan laughed. He was different now; completely different. Blue suddenly realized that he was afraid - more afraid than he'd been in a long, long time. Askan boy smiled maniacally, and broke free of Blue's grip. As he began to move towards Blue, Askan suddenly shook, as if he were struck. Pushing Blue away with a force that surprised the boy even more, he screamed. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" he shrieked, and fumbled for his Gardevoir's pokeball, and releasing it. The Gardevoir encased him in a barrier, and he convulsed with pain for roughly a minute, until it subsided, just as quickly as it had set upon him. Blue dropped to his knees, and examined the boy, who, other than some heavy breathing, seemed physically fine.

Suddenly, a voice boomed through the loudspeaker in the room. It was a calm, feminine voice that betrayed the sinister news that it would foretell.

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.

Blue stood up from Askan's side, his mind whirling. At this point, Mika strode into the room. Silencing the room quickly, she laid out the details of the situation. Blue grimaced as she finished her speech. This was bad. Definitely very bad. In what was apparantly the typical fashion by this point, Sera voiced Blue's frustrations with a bit of her own.

"YA. BLOODY. IDIOT!" she bellowed. "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?!" Even though it was a bit over the top, Blue couldn't help agreeing. However, even in his mood he was surprised by what happened next.

With a quick but powerful motion, Sera whacked Mika across the ear with stunning force and accuracy. The strike seemed so painful that Blue rubbed his own ear. As Sera calmed down a tiny bit (to the point where she was no longer screeching) she explained why the situation was so dire, and Blue's stomach nearly sank into his feet. If the G-men found that bracelet on Mika, it'd be all over. They had to do something about this - and fast. Luckily, Sera would come to the rescue on that front.

The southern Dodrio tamer laid out her plan. It could all be described in a simple word. Chaos. By starting a small fire (something that Blue found unneccesary, but at this point, decided to let Sera take over from there.) and using extreme crowd control and diversionary tactics, would get Mika to the top of the train. She continued. "Anybody got somethin' to the effect of 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." Blue raised his hand casually.

"I've got what you need on that circuit. A sneasel and a vileplume, both with some pretty nasty stuff. I'll lend their services to you, but I have a question first. We're going to have to evacuate the train afterwards. Do we have a plan for that? Because there's no way that I'm starting a fire and releasing Enfonce's gas and staying on this crate." he scoffed, old memories floating back. Blue quickly rolled up his right sleeve, and began to fiddle with the device strapped to the arm. "Give me a second here." he mumbled, quickly tapping into his map on his Pokegear. "Alright, so here's what I gather. The checkpoint is at Mt Silver, which is a few miles west of the Indigo Plateau. We're just about to pass Indigo Plateau now. Either way, Mika has to get off the train. But the question is, where? No doubt the IP is going to be crawling with G-men and goody trainers just far too willing to help with our capture. So I'm thinking our best bet is after we get to the IP, we make our diversion, we ALL get to the top of the train, and fly south, where we can go either East to Viridian, or West to Blackthorn, or even Mahogany if neccesary. Because even if the g-men don't capture Mika during the search, there's no doubt that with our diversions, the train is going to stop, and everyone will be evacuated, and then it's curtains. If anybody has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace, because we don't have a whole lot of time here."

 

[Kogenta]

Without comment and without apparent reaction, Asylum passively allowed Mika to drag him into the train car, Somnio slipping into the room an instant before the door was shut. Once his ear was released, trainer rubbed it silently, reviewing the PA announcement in his mind as he listened to Mika speak. The young executive explained the current crisis, which ran even deeper than the announcement itself would already have seemed to indicate. Ending with an emphasis on the severity of the situation, Mika opened the floor for suggestions. Asylum's greyish eyes slid lazily toward the girl as his mind began to work. A tracking bracelet . . . I guess that would be considered a bad thing, huh? At least this gives me something to do.

Somnio's crimson eyes focused on the displayed objects, the Lunatone's gaze steadily growing more intent. The Pokemon said nothing, however, apparently content to remain silent for the present.

Then, both Asylum and Somnio's thoughts were momentarily interrupted as Sera burst out in indignant fury, shouting at Mika in unchecked wrath. If he had actually cared, Asylum might have been irritated. But, being that he did not care, the male felt mild annoyance at best and merely relifted his hand to one ear, thinking, "And this is why I didn't want to come in here . . . "

Though he listened without interruption to Sera's plan, Asylum was simultaneously attempting to form a plan of his own. Clearly, opposing the red-haired female before him outright was not an idea that promised much success. And though he had never cared much for other's opinions, Asylum could also be practical and understand what means not to use to achieve his short-lived purposes.

At this point, Asylum's attention was drawn to one side as Askan drew himself up, using a chair for support. Despite not being present during Askan's initial fall and scream, Asylum had heard both clearly enough through the door, though he knew not the cause of them. The previously wild Askan now complied without argument to Sera's idea, even offering his piece to her plan. As Asylum's gaze shifted elsewhere, apparently from loss of interest, the purple-haired trainer noted the blue blood still on Askan's chin. That one . . . Looks like he's spent time in the Rocket lab, too.

Still facing forward, Somnio wordlessly asked, "Do you plan to say anything?"

Not really. Neither human nor Pokemon exhibited any signs of communication.

You were brought on this mission to participate.

We'll just see how things go.

Asylum turned toward Blue as he spoke, listening to the sapphire-eyed executive add his own thoughts on the situation.

"If you're going to say something, now would be the time," came Somnio's message.

I suppose. Not looking at anyone in particular, Asylum spoke, his tone passive enough to eliminate any notions of rebellious intent, though lacking enough interest to add a new possibility of offense. "He's right. A distraction like that will cause too many problems. If someone needs to get to the top of the train, I've got a Natu that knows Teleport, though you'll probably need to bribe her, and she can only take one at a time. But if we need a distraction, we can't let ourselves be connected to it."

 

[Loki]

'Are we really that obvious as Team Rocket Executives and/or Members? They're just going to do a check right?' Narumi thought to himself, 'Since they're only looking for Mika, shouldn't she be the only one to get out of here, then leave the rest of us here so we look normal? Oh, but, I guess the rest of them might be more notorious then I give them credit for. Not that I think that's really all that likely, but I better not take my chances. There might be something in here I don't know about that'd give us away. But no, that would work either, because then we'd have to take it with us...'

Narumi listened silently to each plan, ignoring the odd color of Askan's blood, ignoring Sera's heated attack on Mika, ignoring just about everything but the plan's for escape and distraction themselves. (However, he couldn't help but cringe in annoyance at Askan, who was screaming bloody hell.) His eyes slid slowly over to the boy that Mika had recently dragged inside, and he quickly added to his point, "Which means we shouldn't use any pokemon that aren't common in this region, or only we might have, because that would point all the fingers at us, and even if not directly at us, it would narrow the blame to a small number of people. But, I can't say I can think of another way to escape." He shrugged, deciding he was too tired to think of a plan at the current moment. Appearing too smart or brilliant would put uneeded attention upon himself as well, so he'd leave it to Miss Fabulously Bossy.

And either he'd missed something, or he had no idea what 'sittin' was supposed to be, "So, why do I have to sit? Well, more like, what is that going to achieve?"

'Obviously it'll make at least one of us look normal when the G-men come along. But I can't do anything worth mentioning if I'm just sitting here. But I'd better not give myself away, being too eager to help Mika, so I guess I'm stuck with this... after all, it's no fun if the mission ends already.' Narumi thought tugging lightly at his earring as he averted his gaze from the rest of the group.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Augh, sorry for the lateish post. Study period has crept up on me and bit me in the leg, meaning seriously reduced compy time. -.- Then again, seeing the guns pointed in my direction maybe I shouldn't have hurried. xD Mika, a certain RP has just gotten a post. I trust it's the correct one? It ought to be, since it's just about the only one I'm in where I don't have the last word. :3 *Cough*Eseka*Cough*Postless*Cough*. Whoa, looks like I caught myself a cold in the process. ^_~

And Clow...I just called it as I saw it. You should know how I am about punctuation. Anyway, my condolences for your broken sensor bar. Parents can be so cruel sometimes, can't they? .___.

Well, now that that's out of the way, it's time to make another long post for Mika to curse. :3

IC:

Sera couldn't help feeling her mood brighten slightly when people seemed to be avoiding messing with her for a change. First, Askan decided to be uncharacteristically intelligent - then again, that blood-curling scream of pain might have been the cause of that behaviour - and not start another fight, submissively agreeing to wait it out on the roof and even remarking that he had his own means of transportation. Soon after, Blue spoke up, remarking that he did have precisely what was needed to make the diversion plan work. A Vileplume? That alone was enough to bring the whole train into an uproar. Then again, Blue hadn't failed to pre-empt sera on what needed to be done thus far so she had half-expected. Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit more cheerful over her assumption actually having been correct. Unfortunately, the boy also brought up a complication with the plan: mainly, what they were goign to do afterwards, suggesting...Sera's stomach sank at the thought, flight. Oh great, how was she going to explain herself out of this one? Flying was definitely a very convenient way to make their getaway, but...urgh, she couldn't just confess being a complete coward about heights now, could she? Askan and Mika would never let her live that one down. Fortunately, a temporary distraction arrived in the form of another boy, one who apparently stepped in with Mika but had somehow managed to skulk by unnoticed. Nonetheless, the boy in question - a rather apathetic one at that - expressed his dislike for the plan, remarking that teleportation would be a much smoother alternative to get onto the roof. Now if Sera would have been the ignorant country gal she probably came off as, she would probably have joined into that straight away, but a couple of years year of advanced move theory had infused her with a far too thick shell of cynicism for that.

"I don't think it's that easy." she remarked, "I mean sure, if we were standin' still teleportation would be just fine and dandy, but the fact is that we're on a movin' train here. That means that outside ye'd have to not only make a landin' on a roof movin' at a relative velocity of about 150 kilometers an hour but also maintain yer balance on it, and as much as I'd enjoy seein' our dear executive challenge those odds and go splat against several tonnes of high-velocity steel, I reckon' that wouldn't be particularly discreet." she shook her head, paying no heed to the fact that she had probably spouted enough physics jargon to gain odd looks from everyone in the room, "Beyond that, the wind there is somethin' fierce, and I don't reckon' a Natu could hold on. I'm not sure if even a Noctowl could. No offense, but climbin' up there is risky enough as it is, I fer one much prefer the risk of getting spotted messing around the train with something at least sort of solid under my feet. Now, as fer yer question..." she turned her gaze to Narumi, "The point is that if things go horribly wrong, at least the whole team won't be caught. Me an' Mika aren't exactly on good terms with the GP, but if ye've got a clean record - like I think ya do - then odds are they'll just pass ya by without a second glance, same goes for anyone else who looks harmless and has clean papers. The fewer people with hafta smuggle out from beneath their noses the better. Still..."

She paused, rubbing her temples as she tried to figure things out in her mind, "Wait, ye're a trainer of psychic pokemon, right?" she looked back up at Asylum, "Got anythin' that could mesmerize those GPs? I'm not talkin' full mind control or anythin', just enough to make them a bit drowsy and inattentive. Say...enough not to notice a person or two slip by? That way, maybe we could just dodge them without creatin' a ruckus. We'd still hafta' get little miss executive onto the roof, but it wouldn't be drawin' as much attention to us. That's what ya were worried about, right?"

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

-sweatsweat- I'll get right on that! However, I apologize Alter, but Alarayne must come first before a certian man in red spontainiously combusts from lack of my posting. oO;;

Then I'll go to Eska and Ancient. -meebles-

Curse? Me? Curse? ^^;;;;; -struggles not to explode-


-IC-

Sera was going to get a talking to, if not a beating, later on if she didn't stop this play for Mika's leadership position but, for now, she used it to her somewhat unwilling advantage and let the mini team have their way for the moment, leaning back against the wall as she listened to the seemingly random suggestions (That any tactictian would know were mostly foolish, brash and would result in immediate disclosure) with decreasing intrest. Eventually, however, the seemingly endless agrueing that followed gave the young executive time to think and contract a plan of action that would result in the outcome they wanted. In the silence of the corner unused and ignored by the rest of the cabin, she dropped to her knees with a soft little thud and dug out a small notebook from her bag, along with a pen. Quickly and silently, she sketched out the basic idea of the cars, including windows and doors, on the train and indicaited, using a special little key, where certian vents and ladders were. Then, after making sure it matched the picture in her mind from when she'd exaimed the train prior to this madness, she switched the ink outlet on her pen (One of those changing color ink ones) to a red color and quickly went about marking a couple doors with the letter x and the inner room where they were with a couple of o's.

Bitting down on the pen grip, she squinted lightly at the paper for several moments before scribbling out various o's and putting them in other places, two on the roof, two in the dining car and the rest in this room. After a bit of editing with names and such, Mika nodded softly to herself and stood up, breaking into the center of the crowd, "Alright. Here's what we're going to do." Referring to her plan, she motioned for those called to make groups, "Sera, since you're so worried about being caught, which, might I add, I have no intentions of letting happen and not that this means anything whatsoever to you as the opinion of me is very much formulated in your seemingly thick head, you're coming up with me onto the roof." Barely managing to squell a budding smirk, she continued, leaning up close to Sera's ear to deliver a more personal message that the rest of the cabin had no need to know was taking place "Before you jump to conclusions, Sera-chan, listen to me. According to the information I was given in your file, you're not afraid of heights or taking risks. It's dangerous up on that roof and I don't want to take a blockhead like Askan up on the roof of a train going over two hundred miles per hour. I need somebody with some degree of skill in that sort of thing and apparently, apparently you have this skill." Leaning back, she inhaled deeply and continued her dictaiting. Mika wasn't playing around anymore and this was quickly becoming apparent with the levels of authority and intimidation levels she was now spewing into the room. There was no questioning this set of orders.

"Askan and Blue will go to the dining car to get some breakfast. We don't want everyone in the room and the two of you need to get aqquainted in ways other than beating the snot out of each other. in an attempt to establish superiority. Use your company credit card to pay for it and I want the both of you, particulary you Askan, to restrain yourselves from provoking anymore fist-fights. By the time this little ordeal has passed, the two of you should be somewhat aquainted with eachother. Sitting apart in the dining area is not an option, you must sit together. You both have brains inside your equally thick skulls. Find a mode of conversation that isn't violent or provacative or pretains to the mission in any way and go with it." This was dangerous and she knew it but it needed to happen. Even though Askan was unstable, it wasn't that hard to see, she needed this team somewhat unified and not beating eachother senseless at every single little bad look or comment. "Sy, Naru-kun, you stay in here and, act like travelling friends if you can manage it. Feel free to sleep however, if you really need it or read a book. The objective for the two of you is to both watch our belongings and be the first line of defense against the Global Unit that's going to be boarding in, oh," she glanced at her pokegear, "Fifteen minutes. Do not speak to the officers unless asked to, that's an order for the whole lot of you."

Pausing to make sure she had at least semi coherent glances, she concluded her speech, "These plans are now finalized and the execution of these plans starts immediatly. That means you need to move if you've been told to do so and that means you need to do so now. Failure to comply with my orders will result in a Rocket style court martial and I guarentee that you never want to experience one of those." Pocketing the notebook, she motioned to Sera to follow, tapping her foot impatiently in the hallway, "Sometime this year would be appriciated Sera. We're going three cars down, one past the dining car, to get to the starwell that'll get us up onto the roof. Make sure you leave your bag here but bring your poke-" Gasping lightly, she turned back on her heels, halting the movement of her team, "One last thing! Avoid battle confrontation unless it's absolutely nessacary. Use excuses, anything along those lines to get out of a pokemon fight as that comotion will raise a flag faster than a messed up question will. It's four in the morning, they're barely awake like all of us so a fumbled question won't be seen as all that bad. Now you may again! Green Light!" Unable to waste anymore time dwadling, she took off down the hallway at a half walk, half jogging pace, looking back occasionally for Sera. She didn't have time to wait for the girl to finish throwing her tantrum; the only way to escape the radar's grip was on the roof of this train that was moving ungodly fast.

 

[Kogenta]

"In a moving frame of reference, all laws of physics apply as with a still one. If done right, teleportation could work the same way as tossing and catching a ball in a train," Asylum replied to Sera, his voice hardly energetic enough to constitute an argument--even by a vague definition. "Still," he added, "You're right about the wind. And yeah, I have a Pokemon that can do that." The trainer motioned toward the Lunatone floating at his shoulder. But, before he could add further explanation, Asylum noticed Mika rising, seemingly in preparation to speak. Asylum fell quiet. Anything he could have said after that, he deemed wasted words, and therefore unnecessary effort. Slipping both hands into his pockets, Asylum listened to Mika outline her plan, the executive giving him a position inside the train car with Narumi and the task of acting normal.

Asylum wordlessly lifted the strap of his bag off his shoulder before depositing the bag on the floor unobtrusively in a corner, wondering, "If she was going to tell us what to do all along, why'd she ask people for suggestions at all?"

Though Somnio said nothing in response to the unvoiced comment, Asylum could sense the Lunatone's disapproval. The male dismissed it, however, as he found an open seat and slid noncholantly into it, his Pokemon following him closely. I guess I should probably start trying to come up with a good explanation for two people having the luggage of six. He leaned back, closing his eyes as he heard the door to the train car open and footsteps move outside. No such thing as an ordinary day . . .

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Heh, of course Alarayne needs to come first. It's still fresh, after all, and you should strike while the iron is hot. Besides, it wouldn't do to have a certain man in red combusting. Just think of the clean-up procedures we'd have to take. :O

Mind you, I'm still waiting for the promised ICs...*Taps foot* surely it can't take that long to get a simple caffeine shot? *Grumbles* You coffee drinkers have no scruples...xP

IC:

Sera blinked at Asylum's response - specifically, the part about frames of reference - he certainly seemed sure of what he was saying, despite the detached and slightly bored tone of his voice so the girl had to take a moment to consider whether or not he had a point. Maybe she had slept through the frames of reference bit? Well, Asylum did agree on the wind, so she supposed it was a moot, leaving the matter at that. Just as they seemed to be getting somewhere, however, miss psycho executive decided to do what Sera had feared the girl would do for a while now: she opened her mouth. But not only that, she just effectively declared every plan made so far null and void, reorganizing the group in a way that made Sera want to scream and hurt someone. Askan and Blue on their own? The idea struck her as completely ludicruous. Hadn't Mika paid any attention to the way those two were at each others' throats a while ago? The real blow, however, came in her next announcement: the one Mika insisted on having with her on the roof was...Sera? The last bits might have been insulting, but this was a downright hit beneath the belt. 'Skill my ass...' Sera scoffed in her mind, giving the executive a murderous glare. To her mind, this was just an extremely cruel way of torment the executive had plotted to get to her, probably punishment for undermining whatever 'authority' the brat thought she posessed - as if any of them would bother obeying if she wasn't Giovanni's pet.

Still, she reluctantly had to admit, the girl had some nerve at least, pushing her luck with someone who had been labeled a notorious arsonist and murderess like that, not to mention that she obviously wasn't quite as witless as Sera had initially thought, either. The plan - while seemingly based on the principle of 'change everything just to spite Sera' - did seem to be at least semi-functional, not to mention that it took some inkling of intelligence to present it in a way that couldn't be argued with. She undoubtedly knew about Sera's fear for heights, so now she was pretending to have heard the contrary, meaning that the girl would have to protest and bring out her shameful weakness for all to see if she wanted to back out. Not once did it occur to Sera that maybe the Rocket intelligence department wasn't quite living up to its name, that maybe her reckless stunts had created an image quite opposite to reality. No, in her mind this was all part of the intricate scheeming against her that Mika had decided to immerse herself in for whatever petty reason she had, and Sera certainly didn't disguise her contempt, growling quietly at the 'some time this year' remark.

"Sheez, don't have a Miltank!" she called out after her, "Odds are I'll be there way before ya anyway!"

With that, the girl set off after Mika, mumbling something about psycho executives under her breath as she took up a half-sprint, catching up with Mika without any larger complications and falling in step with her - having to resist an urge to give her a good kick in the shins now that there weren't any inconvenient witnesses about. As much as she would have wanted to get all the agressions out into the open in one, good old-fashioned brawl, this was neither the place or time for it. Sera could not, however, keep in all her pent-up anger for long, finally having to let part of it out through the least violent outlet available: her mouth.

Quickly checking that there weren't any eavesdroppers about, she spoke up, hissing out the one question that had been at the back of her mind for a long time:

"Why me?" it wasn't delivered in the usual whining tone that the question was so often posed; it was a demand, one delivered in a tone that clearly brooked no bs.

 

[Loki]

OOC: Ick post. D: Sorry! [/brainfart on creativity.]

Narumi sighed, leaning his elbow on the chair rest as he thought with a slightly annoyed air, 'Someone who pretends to value others' opinions, but doesn't.'

He glanced over at his new 'partner in crime' and flopped over onto the floor, his messenger bag landing neatly underneath his dark hair as he folded his arms as a shield between the canvas and his head, looking as comfortable as he'd been in the chair, and being exactly so. New act, but this time, it would be one that would be easily seen through by anyone who had known him for the past few hours, or even minutes. He grinned a very uncharacteristic grin at Asylum, and acting very much like Askan- save for the annoying arrogance, said in a cheerful voice that did not match his feelings of resentment towards the early morning, "So, 'Sylum is it?"

<'Aren't asylum's for crazy people?'> Forsyth asked flatly, not bothering to keep his voice down, and in fact, most likely raising his voice so that boy could hear.

Splice quickly launched into a long-winded explanation, <'Indeed, asylums are instituitions for the mentally ill. But unlike your miniscule mind, my brainpower can comprehend that in this instance, asylum is not used as a noun, but instead, a proper noun, thus, asylum would be capitalized, as it is the young man with the Lunatone's name.'>

<'Excuse me, I couldn't comprehend the difference between these proper nouns and regular nouns.'> Forsyth retorted sarcastically, an edge of bitterness in his voice.

"Ah, well, let's see," Narumi sat up, looking around for anything that might indicate that there had been more then two people in the room beforehand. Well, six bags was enough, but perhaps say that Narumi was paranoid about putting his things and his family's things in the same bag. Perhaps his family had left their belongings at his house and he was returning them. Then- Oh for God's good sake.

Narumi stood up again and threw a random bag of his choosing over the droplets of blood, courtesy of Askan.

Looking around himself again with a sort of ditzy air, he noticed the bags, in which he had virtually no explanation that would sound relatively normal, unless one of the two had some sort of crazy issue as he'd thought of earlier, or, unless Asylum had a better idea. In that case, the paranoia would be a 'last resort', as, without 8 consecutive hours of sleep, Narumi was in a very bipolar state of mind.

 

[parallelzero]

OOC: Gah, sorry. I was kind of waiting for Yoshi to post first, but I guess it'll kill the RP if I want anymore. XD; I'm sick, and my arm is sore from getting a needle, so be reading for a crappy post =D

IC: "Dining car. Blue. Whatever, lets go." Askan muttered in a straightforward fashion as he through out his right arm so that it was directed at Gardevoir. The arm was shaking vigorously, which was a sign to anyone who knew about his condition that Askan wouldn't be acting up for a while. His body was too exhausted, he barely had the energy to walk. "I want you to stay out of your Pokeball. You know there are the possibilities of me passing out or even having a seizure at this point." His breaths were still heavy, and his body still shaky, but he had a tendency to push himself too far, especially when work was involved. The Gardevoir gave a nod in return, as not to weaken the boy farther, as she used her powers to open the door which lead up to the dining cart.

"Ah.... good. Let's go then." Askan said in the direction of Blue as he began to walk to the door. He suddenly lost his footing and fell forwards, only to be caught by his Garevoir in her arms, who gave him a concerned look. "Don't worry, I'll be fine as long as you're with me..." His companion nodded as she helped him stand up again, and he finally made it through the door and out to a seat in the dining cart.

Gardevoir gave Mika a worried look, and attempted to communicate with her. "You know his condition, is this really such a good idea, Mika? He's unstable. At this point he could end up killing himself. I don't know what I'd do without him..." Gardevoir had also wanted to ask about the possibility of her friend getting his memories back, but deemed it an inappropriate time.

OOC: Yay for extra crappy!

 

[Kogenta]

"Yeah, though you can call me Sy if it's easier," Asylum replied to Narumi, not bothering to open his eyes. Though he could not see Narumi, he heard the boy's movements clearly enough and recognized the obvious and sudden change in Narumi's tone of voice. It was almost enough to pique Asylum's interest. Almost. "I guess everyone's entitled to act how they want to," Asylum thought without concern and with fading attentiveness.

"I find this one's act a little curious, though," Somnio responded, its eerie gaze directed at Narumi.

Curious-suspicious or curious-interesting?

Either works.

Riiight . . . Well, Oneiro could probably tell you this, but people don't always act the way they feel. And if I spent all my time trying to figure out the reasons and subtleties of everyone's act, I'd never have a peaceful moment.

I am aware of that. But I feel something unusual about this one. Oneiro would sense it more clearly than I.

In that case, we'll see once it's time for him to come out. You have a few hours left.

Asylum cracked one eyelid open to watch the last of the other people leaving, meanwhile listening to Forsythe's comment without visible reaction. Apparently the Grovyle's intentionally-raised voice had been raised enough for Asylum to catch it with ease, though without his time in the laboratory, he might not have understood it--or the ensuing conversation--so easily. Turning his one-eyed gaze to the window, Asylum remarked casually, "By the way, you might want to have your Pokemon double-check their dictionaries. 'Asylum' has two meanings." Both eyes opened to their usual halfway-closed status as another thought occurred to the purple-haired trainer. His grey gaze slid toward Narumi as he recalled the pieces of conversation he had caught through the door and combined it with Mika's order to him and the other boy to mentally formulate Narumi's name. "If anyone moves that bag you just threw, we can try to pass off the blood as paint. It's blue, after all. And paint is just one of the many charity items we're bringing to the unfortunate children in the big city. Right, Narumi?"

 

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: OKEY. OKEY. DUN SHUT ME PLZ. I NO I DESERV IT BUT PLZ DUN.

IC:

As if they had never been spoken, Mika denounced Blue and his fellow team-mates' plans, and proceeded to lay down her own ideas about what was to be done. Sera and Mika were to go on the room, and the new kid along with Narumi would remain in the train car. This left only two people. Blue feared for the worst, and with good reason. Continuing, Mika looked coldly from Blue to Askan.

"Askan and Blue will go to the dining car to get some breakfast." Great. Just great. Not only would he be excluded from the action, he'd be stuck with the guy who in a series of 10 minutes had gone from annoyingly arrogant, to psychotic, to calm and docile. As confident as he was in his own physical ability, he could not shake the fear of a knife in his neck. Surprisingly however, Askan showed no outward signs of pre-meditated strife.

"Dining car. Blue. Whatever, let's go." He said weakly, making his way towards the door, using his Gardevoir for support. Blue felt a pang of guilt shoot through his body; tingling his toes and twisting his stomach. Were the circumstances different, he might have been offended by his off-hand and uncaring manner of speech, he had his reasons to not pick fights, having to do particularly with Mika's previous speech, implying that he was "thick headed." That, he was plenty peeved by.

The boys made their way down the hall, staying a safe distance away from Sera and Mika, as to not arouse suspicion. As Mika had said, three doors down was a dining car, and Blue and Askan made their way in, the former walking at the latter's pace, making sure that Askan was in a condition as to not be seen as suspicious by the very few others in the car.

The time was roughly 5 AM, and the first inklings of people began to trickle into the dining car, their eyes shot and their hair still disheveled. The car sat maybe one hundred people comfortably, however only ten or twelve people were actually in the car, counting the two young Rockets. Blue ordered his food, and made his way away from Askan, not paying attention to if he ordered any food or not. He finally sat down at a table near a window, feeling the coldness of the night air emanate from the glass window.

As his team-mate finally made his way to where he was sitting, Blue sighed deeply. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He closed his mouth, cleared his throat, and began again.

"Listen, er… Askan… I'm sorry about… y'know, before. I'm just not a very good morning person." Blue's face showed the slightest twitch, as Blue knew it was mostly a lie. While he was, in truth, not a very good morning person, his malice was more influenced by Askan's character than the time itself. He found himself hoping that Askan couldn't read minds, which he knew was rubbish. Nobody can read minds. He smiled to himself slightly, and then shuffled uneasily in his seat.

"I just… er, wanted to know if we could just put this all behind us, and if not friends, then at least be successful business partners." He extended his hand across the table in a semi-friendly gesture. While this was a genuine invitation of friendship, he could not help but think about Askan's fit from earlier. It was also an attempt to curb Mika's attitude towards the both of them.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Attention people, I bring a message from your leader: Mika has an important first-draft for a research paper due next Monday, which she is currently working on, hence the absence of new posts from her. Until that draft is finished, there shall be no Mika ICs here. Patience, good people, Mika has noted your concerns and is trying to adress them as fast as she can, so just wait for a while longer, 'kay? If you don't, it will diminish my chances of getting cookies for this, and we don't want that, do we? No, of course we don't. So just sit tight 'til the paper is finished. :3

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Gimme a doughnut! :donut:! I turned in my research paper today!

Quick Explanation: Because we've got three little groups, I've divided up the posts into three parts for each group. Your 'posts' will be color coded according to your group. Mika and Sera will be in black, Askan and Blue will be in blue and Narumi and Sy will be in orange. Edit Sorry for the delay... I kinda... broke... my glasses.... -shuffles into corner of embarassment-/edit

Oh, a note. When the commontion on the roof kicks off, people can feel free to move towards the loud-ness. <3

And Alter? I beat your plot-driving post length by two letters.

HA.



-IC-

They were sending the wrong person for this job. Kiyon wasn't made for spy work, he was made to make waffles, sausage and other yummy food items. The blonde, blue eyed trainer in the typical executive ranking uniform (White pants, orange and white top with that blasted logo and the ridiculous polyester cape with the equally ugly logo on the back of it combined wiht white metal-toed boots) was not made to sit around and spy on people and not be seen or look conspicuous. For one thing, he was pretty darn good looking (if he said so himself and probably shouldn't) with his waist-legnth blonde locks and the equally adorable blue eyes were hard for females to resist. All females except the infamous Mika that is. Rubbing his cheek in rememberance of their first and so far only encounter, he sadly recalled her nasty kick to his otherwise flawless face that, of course, left it not flawless anymore. Hopefully that wouldn't happen again. Blemishes tended to stir the beast within him to a more not-sleepy position.

So what was he doing? Spying. On who? Suspected member's of Mika's team. How was he doing it? Well, the train had a Pokebucks coffee booth and these mornings were horrible on his looks and so... well, it was only a short detour! He'd finish his Venti Double Expresso Shot Frappichino with extra extra whipped cream as fast as he could (And his fast wasn't all that fast mind you) and then go talk to the 'people' he was technically supossed to be speaking to. He never expected them to waltz right infront of him, talking about who knows what but, thank Suicune, they did. Closing his eyes in a melodramatic sigh of relief, he slowed his consumption of the frosty and oh-so-caffinated beverage and took the added amount of time to stare, very intently stare, at the people across the way at a booth. And, true to his nature, he had no idea he was giving them a very nasty little intent death glare. Nope, no idea at all!

Sure enough, Lance was too damn busy to go on this run. Yeah, he'd sent Steven in his place but that was assuring there would be no capture this time around. The thought of that enraged Lucas. He didn't like it at all, he really really didn't like it. It was as though this mission was seen at pointless; Steven couldn't come anywhere close to outwitting Mika and wasn't at least the detaining of the girl their top priority? Seemingly, seemingly it wasn't. Where was the fearless run leader? Five cars back. Apparently, the steel pokemon trainer (Who was displaying a steel-like head at the moment) thought that such an arrogent child like Mika would seemingly have to linger in first class lest her ego and reputation be tarnished. Lucas was what, a second year Executive Level G-Man and he knew better than that. That's why he was in ecomony; this is where a person could safely hide and deflect radio waves and what not without fear of rousing suspicion. A mob was easier to hide in, a mob was easier to manipulate. Mika wasn't a new crimminal; she was experienced and knew what roads led to prison and which roads did not.

His fire-tinted hair was spiked, it was always spiked and it looked as threatening as his equally fire-tinted eyes allowed. He wanted it that way, he demanded it that way because, in his mind, it made him look ten times scarier than he already did. This, in his mind anyways, made the crimminals fear him with more of a fury. The intimidation he was causing thier punitive pathetic little souls would, according to his theory, force their guard levels down to levels in which he could safely detain them without a fight. This theory had yet to make itself... proven.

This was why he was standing outside this door. The sixth little 'room' he'd been to, Lucas was starting to lose all hope of finding even a trace of the girl. The last five cars had had mostly families, buisness men in their latter years of life and old people. This... was obviously not Mika or her 'unit'. In his mind, he could already picture the next room. Since they hadn't answered any of his door bangings and subtle coughing noises, he'd assumed they were sleeping (Reasonable, it's what he'd be doing anyways) so he'd gone to the manual override box. They'd all gotten master keys and yet, strangly, this key didn't work til the six or seventh swipe.

'Strange... it's almost as if it's been tampered with...' He mused for another moment or two as the door whirred into reaction and slide open. The room held six bags... but only two people. The others must be out eating or something, right? Well, he might as well question the ones he had with him. They had to at least know where the people went (They were guarding the luggage!) Coughing lightly to clear his throat and gain some attention, he placed his left hand on his hip and thrust his right arm forward, "State your names and travelling reasons! Failure to comply with this official G-Man buisness will result in immediate and, if I might add painful, detain-ation."

'I know his condition... trust me... this is for the best. If anything goes wrong, I'll sedate him, Kain gave me the sedatives for myself but... Well, if he needs one I'll use it on him. Just stay with him and contact me if he does anything ridiculously stupid. She couldn't keep him in the room; he'd probably say something stupid. At least they could come up with plasuible excuse if he exploding in the dinning car... At least, that was her thinking.

She'd ignored Sera for the most part. Like a pesky little bug, it was much easier to ignore the little monster than to swat it (As, seemingly, you couldn't swat it dead, it always, always had to come back.) and so she'd taken off down the hallway, slowing to a walk once they got past the two semi-squabbaling duo in themeal car and didn't even bother answering Sera's question til they were safely locked in the cabbose. It was then that she turned towards Sera with a very blank 'You're dumber than a magikarp' look, "For all your nonsense you're the best I've got in the team as far as stratigic planning goes. Blue sponged off of your ideas and, as far as I'm concerned, your ideas needed no adding onto. While they were a bit rash and not very thourough in their planning... they show promise." Leaning against the wall, she chuckled for a short moment, "...and nobody else in our little group has a common thread with me." Her eyes flashed up towards Sera's general direction and the look this time was filled with much more emotion than it previously had been, "I really hope you know what I'm referring to."

The file had been pretty basic but Mika knew enough to know she could pull a thread or two within the supossedly unthreadable mask without making it completely unravel. All it had said was that Sera had a bit of a beef with the Global Police. The rest of her group? It was humourus that a couple of them knew things beyond what the general population knew. Whether the girl wanted to admit it or not, she had connections with Mika that made them seemingly good canidates for teaming up against those white-wearing goodie two-shoes.

Turning, she crouched down behind a crate (The caboose was mostly used for storage) and pulled out a small bag, mumbling something about thanking some boy for coming through and tossed four metal things to Sera along with a coil of rope, "Metal things go on your feet and somewhere on your arms. I know you've got a fear of heights but trust me, those magnets could kill magnemite; they're just that strong."

Not really waiting, she didn't really have the time to, she pressed a series of buttons into the mechanized lock and with a loud complying beep, the door swung open and a blast of cold air filled the room. After a silent moment with her hand wrapped around the pokeball around her neck, she moved to the later just to the right of the door outside, motioning for Sera to follow after a half minute or so. Without another word, she scrambled up the ladder and stepped onto the surface of the train. The magnets, kicking in the moment she'd stepped off the ladder, were working perfectly. Mika wasn't going anywhere she didn't want to. Knowing full and well Sera was probably panicing, she leaned over the edge to make sure she wasn't dead or maimed or anything along those lines.

"Awww, helping your little team-mate out? That's so typical of you Mika! Why can't you be like all the other bad guys and be a total witch to your team? it'd make dragging you in maimed... excusable." The voice behind her was, quite litterally, dripping with sarcasm and overused flowery substances one wouldn't find in a patch full of Bellosom even if they looked for over a decade. She knew, even before turning around, who the voice belonged to and she unconsciously communicated this to Sera with much the same look that she'd given Sera when she'd been woken up by a cold shower she hadn't payed for but the look was magnified at least four times in its loathing and hatred aspects.

"Baan, you never ever stop trying to intimidate me with those lines of yours; do you..." Sighing, she turned to face the boy, motioning silently that Sera get her little rear end up here before this got ugly, "...And you never look any younger." Smirking, she opened her eyes slowly and gave him the once over. The blond mop of hair that hadn't seen scissors in decades, the piercingly innocent blue eyes, the jacket emblazened all too visibly with the G-Men Logo and the lack-there of the typical white undershirt (Replaced with a white banadagey wrap) to show off his toned features.... there was no doubt in her mind that this was none other than her old childhood friend gone horribly horribly wrong.

Skating on thin ice was just something this Baan character liked to do and he was seemingly doing a hell of a job of it. With each passing remark, he was making the girl infront of him more and more infuriated and as her anger levels peaked, her ability to mask these black feelings began to disapate. Narrowing his eyes, he couldn't help a small laugh, "Mika, you give me too much credit and flattery." he raised his arms in mock submission, "I should give you credit.. but then that feeling goes away." He was under strict orders; don't initiate into combat. Well... Combat was inevidable. Besides, it wasn't Lance here today, it was Steven. After the stunt she'd pulled with Steven's daughter about three years ago, the former champ would blink the eye to watch Mika cry.

But she wasn't amused. "You keep your mouth shut Baan or I'll cut you open. Your belly." He was really starting to tick her off. She'd come up here to bloody avoid this sort of thing and the guy in charge of this run (Which obviously wasn't Lance, it was organized too well...) knew that factor damningly well, "How about we both go our seperate ways, mm? I'm in no mood to fight..." 'But.... if Sera is... well... I won't stop her. All she needs to do is ask... and he's allll her's.'

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Well, Mika, even if I knew which plot-driving post you were referring to it wouldn't count because part of your post is a copy-paste from the one in original Drache. Tsk, tsk...very sloppy. You'd never catch me doing something like that. xP

Seriously, though, glad to have an IC here again. :3 But where is everyone? o.O *Prods RP with a stick*

IC:

A normal person would have taken Mika's words as a compliment, especially considering the nature of the remarks that the executive had made thus far, but alas...Sera was not a normal person by any stretch of imagination. Showing promise, was it? Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the remark. Even though Mika had misinterpreted the question, she had - ironically enough - still provided the answer Sera had sought. Promise indeed, clearly the executive wasn't treating this as the one-shot deal that the redhead had signed up for. No, those words...even if the girl hadn't intended to say such they betrayed intentions Sera didn't appreciate at all. If not the stick then the carrot, eh? So that was it, not a reprimand but an attempt to make the troublemaker feel elevated, a faithful little executive's pet who would do as she had been told in order to feel accepted and appreciated by the executive. Sera felt like snorting in contempt; five years back something like that might have worked on her, but not anymore; now it merely lowered her opinion of her supposed 'superior' even further. That little remark about a common thread and the whole 'you ought to know' look didn't help either. Where did she get off thinking - even for a moment - that the pampered little princess had any real intelligence? To Sera's eyes it was all clear now; the executive was not smart as much as cunning, making vague statements - based on the files she claimed to have studied, no doubt - and hinting at things in an attempt to make them all think she knew it all, that 'big sister' was on their case and practically read their thoughts. So Mika knew about the GP argument, no big surprise there, but if she thought that it put them on common ground she had another thing coming. Sera was innocent; Mika obviously wasn't (they didn't hand out those bracelets on a 'maybe') and she was not about to forget that distinction at the drop of a cliché like 'the enemy of my enemy'.

The girl's expression shifted through a number of emotions which might have reflected these sentiments, but unfortunately for Mika she seemed to have been in too much of a hurry to pay attention, mumbling for herself and tossing over a pile of equipement in Sera's general direction.

"Metal things go on your feet and somewhere on your arms. I know you've got a fear of heights-"

That was it.

She did know! The manipulative little witch knew all along and had still had the nerve to prattle on about 'skill' with that sugary-sweet little voice of hers?! Had the other girl not already vanished out of the door and up onto the roof of the train, Sera would probably have done something very violent to her. As it was, the mounting agression called for a scapegoat and with the caboose being as annoyingly empty as it was, the only candidate for the job was the nearby wall, which the girl punched with all her might.

It felt good too, for a few seconds before the pain kicked in with an aching reminder of why you did not go about beating up train walls on a regular basis. Swearing quietly, Sera nursed the reddened knuckles of her right hand, paying only half-minded attention to the slight dent it had made. Just then, however, she noticed the familiar presence of staring eyes on her back, turning around in time to give Mika the 'what the hell are you gawking at?' look. She would have said as much too, were it not for the fact that something was going on on the rooftop. Beneath the howl of the wind, the exchange of words was lost to Sera, but the tension in the air was practically tangible.

The girl was still angry, of course, but the punch had released most of the uncontrolled primitve anger. She was in control now, which was to say that she was angry enough to know precisely what she was doing, strapping on the gear she had been given in what she hoped was the right manner before stepping out through the door.

At the very instant she felt the cold wind hit her face and saw the seemingly speeding rail beneath, Sera felt her stomach knot with the familiar sense of dread and nausea, a river of cold sweat trickling down the back of her neck. Unlike usual, however, there was another emotion of comparable strength to rival the phobia; namely, the intense rage boiling within her. Consequently, the girl managed to snap her gaze away from the mesmerizing sight of the rail and took as firm a hold of the ladder as her sweat-covered palms would allow, climbing up at a brisk pace with the same defiant anger that had spurred her so many times before and soon enough, she poked her head over the edge, the rest of her body following suit. For a moment, the girl swayed in a rather unintimidating manner as her body attempted to get used to the wind (well, as used as one could get considering the circumstances). The magnets might have kept her feet firmly anchored to the roof, but the same didn't go for the rest of her body, and the elevation didn't help either. Angry or no, Sera couldn't avoid seeing the speeding landscape on both sides and to her it was an incredibly disbalancing sight.

Still having to strain herself slightly to maintain balance, Sera directed her gaze towards the objects of hatred that stood in front of her, engaged in banter. The girl gave them both a glare, clearly indicating tha what she lacked in grace at the moment she would more than compensate for with aggression. She might not have known the blonde in front of her, but the smug expression on his face and the brazenly displayed G-men logo were more than enough to provoke Sera at this point. On the other hand, there was Mika...and quite frankly, the redhead couldn't decide which one of them she would rather shove of the roof at the moment, momentarily stopping to wait until someone decided to be foolish enough to make that judgement easy.

"Just one reason..." she hissed quietly, her words lost to the howling gale, "Just give me one reason to hit someone..."

After a few moments of calming down - well, if that phrase could possibly be applied to someone in Sera's state - the girl cast a sideward glance at Mika, indicating that she had chosen to go with what she hoped was the lesser of two evils, "So who's this joker, then?" she asked, "Old friend of yers?"


OOC: Nyu...I must say, Mika really put her foot in her mouth with that 'potential' comment. Tsk, pity that...>D

 

[Loki]

OOC: Yoshi-kuns is off at a Jazz Competiton out of state, so he's not around. I dunno when he'll be back, but yeah, that's where Yoshi-kuns is. I know it's a crappy post, please forgive me. >.<; I'm kind of retarded when it comes to RPing in situations like this.

Narumi had only time to grin at Asylum (forget nicknames,) before the G-Men barged through the door. Honestly, there was such thing as knocking, after all. Had they no courtesy? The minute the door opened however, Narumi's face fell blank and he glanced at the now open door. Well if that wasn't a sight, then nothing was. Flaming red hair, spiked up just like a Lance-esque wannabe. Narumi debated whether he wanted to let Asylum talk or himself. The guy wanted an immediate response, didn't he? But Narumi wasn't sure if he wanted to spew anything out at the moment, as if Asylum had anything special in mind planned, Narumi's story would surely ruin it. He'd always had a bad knack at screwing up other people's plans...

Huh. Whatever.

"My name?" Narumi pointed at himself, giving off the impression that he was a stupid ditz, "I'm Rei Narumi."

There was a reason that Narumi never labelled anything of his with anything more then his first name. Last names were too defining when combined with the first. The only thing in the entire cabin at the moment with 'Narumi' on it, was his bag, and at the current moment, Narumi was sitting on it. The boy had no doubt that Mika had been smart enough to not label her own things, and only hoped that short-tempered lady, the violent guy, and the crazy Askan guy that Narumi was half-heartedly mimicking.

Narumi glanced cheerfully at Asylum after he finished stupidly introducing himself, indicating to the man that he was waiting for his 'partner' and apparent 'friend' to introduce himself as well.

 

[parallelzero]

"Morning person. Right, whatever. Listen, I don't have a whole lot of energy right now, and I probably won't for a while. I don't work well with others. Even if I agreed to put everything behind us now, there's no way I'd be able to stick to it when I get my energy back. I'm sorry, but I just can't help it." He sighed in response to Blue's attempt to straighten things out. He was partially distracted by an odd fellow that was watching them closely. Askan smirked as he turned himself back to look at Blue.

"...Oh, for cripes sake. G-men really are getting dumber and dumber." Askan muttered, barely audible. He shuffled his glance wearily from Blue to the grunt, Blue to the grunt. It was his own little method of making one aware of the other. The only problem was, that the grunt was staring at the two intently, in a manor that was overly obvious. Thanks to this, the grunt could have thought that Askan was saying that Blue was his enemy, instead of Blue realizing that there was a G-men grunt across from them. Seriously, if this guy were any more obvious than I might have to say something. He thought to himself as he refocused his gaze to the window beside him. The countryside before him was so much calmer and serene than the chaos he was used to. The fields were struck with orange as the sun continued to rise, and a herd of Miltank was seen off in the distance. Look inconspicuous, Askan! Inconspicuous!

While Askan was distracted, Gardevoir returned to her owner and sat down in a chair beside him. Despite Gardevoir's humanoid appearance, it was still odd seeing a Pokemon sit up like a human being. She leaned into him, and sat her overly large head on his shoulder. She didn't do it because they were in some sort of twisted human-Pokemon relationship, she did it because it helped calm the duo, especially after Askan has had a fit. Of course, this would have looked really odd to most people.

 

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: Sorry.

IC:

Blue's face flushed as Askan shut down his half lie/half friendship proposal with basically a yawn and a wave of his hand. His temper rose dangerously high before he got a hold of himself, shook his head, and calmed himself down. This was no place to get angry. Drawing his (now) awkwardly placed hand back shakily, he stuffed his hand back in his pocket, and let his temper mellow out for a bit.

It took him about thirty seconds to make eye contact with Askan once more, but as his eyes made their way towards Askan's own, he noticed that they were focused on something behind him. Blue knew what to do. Looking around for a shiny surface that he would reflect the object of Askan's attention, he finally decided on the window directly aside from them. Now looking directly at someone in a mirror is dangerous if you're trying to avoid detection, because if your eyes meet eyes with their eyes, that means the opposite is true, and your target will realize that they're being watched. Therefore, Blue was careful to not let his eyes focus directly on his adversarys. However, once Blue spotted him, he decided that this was easier said than done. He knew this man - anyone who'd been with the Rockets (being stuck in a lab all your days didn't count) for even a few months knew this man's name.

It was Kiyon, one of the gems of the G-men, Lance's personal team of lackeys. A beatiful human being by anybody's standards, Kiyon was stunning; his angelic blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes (reminiscent of Blue's own, which some of the Rockets toyed with him about.) stood out for miles and miles - surely he wasn't just hanging around. His eyes were firmly trained on Askan, who's mind was luckily focused on his Gardevoir whom had taken a seat next to her master and rather awkwardly laid her head on his shoulder. Resisting the urge to chuckle, Blue leaned back and tried to look as normal and calm as possible so as to not arouse Kiyon's suspicion. Although he tried to talk with a normal tone, he couldn't help his voice faltering the tiniest bit.

"Be careful. I know who that man is - he's not as stupid as you think - one of the few who was able to capture Mika four years ago. The only reason he looks so confident and headstrong is that he's earned the rep. Remember; the last thing we need is a fight right now. Avoid eye contact." he instructed in a low voice, although his body motions mimicked perfectly normal conversation. Anybody who couldn't hear would just think that he was telling a story or giving advice. Blue was very good at that. He hoped that Askan would co-operate; Kiyon was not somebody that could be talked down by a fifteen year old boy with psyche issues..

 

[Kogenta]

"Asylum," the purple-haired boy introduced himself casually, apparently as unconcerned by the threat recently issued by Lucas as though he had not heard it at all. After allowing himself to stretch a little, he continued at leisurely pace, "Me'n' Narumi are headin' to the city to do some charity work. Hopefully the shelters can make good use of the stuff we're bringing." Speak too little, and people might think you are hiding information. Speak too much, and people will believe you are desperately attempting to mask a lie. Here Asylum decided he had spoken enough and motioned vaguely toward several of the bags lying about the room. Then, turning face Lucas fully, Asylum lifted his gaze until he met the G-men executive's eyes. Lucas' bold appearance and fiery irises stood in stark contrast to Asylum's grey manner and even greyer eyes. This seemed not to unnerve or even slightly bother the latter, however, as the Rocket member impassively held his gaze--apparently awaiting a reply.

Sy.

I know. Asylum's expression did not change as he replied telepathically to Somnio, whose unaltering appearance left it as unreadable as its trainer. Don't worry about it; I've little interest in this one and no desire to challenge him. We'll just see how things go.

Turning slowly away from Lucas, Asylum raised a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn. "Sorry if we're not really the best hosts. We're kinda used to being asleep at this time."

 

[Loki]

Narumi threw himself onto his messenger bag again and stretched out, placing his arms behind his head as he waved his foot to the rhythm of some kind of music that could probably only be heard by the extremely strange Shogo on the floor. The most likely choice however, was that Narumi was again, acting his way through life. He glanced at Asylum, who was just as good, if not better at acting then Narumi. His grinning and mischevious face almost fell back to it's flat passive mask, but realizing it would be odd if someone who was supposed to be friends with their companion glared indifferently at said person, he patched it up by heaving a sigh and blowing his long jet black bangs away from his eyes as if it were entertaining.

Narumi closed his eyes and let out another heavy breath, through grit teeth before settling in and letting himself appear as if he were waiting for Lucas to say something before he took a much needed nap. And in reality, this was no acting. Narumi was getting grouchier by the passing second, his act of being stupid and cheerful exhausting him even more then usual. It was all he could do, not to reach out at the door and slam it closed right on Lucas' face.

His hand twitched instinctively towards his earring, which was partially hidden by a tuft of black hair, but Narumi stopped himself. A strange looking earring like the one he wore was probably not the best thing to draw attention towards.

But strangely, Narumi felt singled out. Lucas hadn't knocked, which was probably a violation of rights. He felt like the spotlight was being shined on him and Asylum only, for some reason. Was that a good thing? Yes. That meant that the attention turned on Mika was lessened. No. Lucas was only one man. There had to be plenty. That meant more attention was turned on Mika? Narumi opened his eyes again. If Mika was caught by the G-Men, then he would've failed this tedious mission, which was not on his agenda. If there was one thing Narumi had to do, it was catch Mika.

Trust wasn't bought. And judging by the odd, rag-tag group of Rockets' crazy moodswings which were almost as bad as Narumi's acting swings, trust was not a word that was commonly used in the vocabulary of anyone in the employment of Team Rocket.

Which made everything that much more tedious.

Speaking of tedious, when was this G-guy planning on leaving?!