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 Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 5:24 pm
In one of the hallways of the rocket tower, from one of the rooms were individual research was done, tall man peeked out. Brown eyes scanning the empty hall from behind long black bangs, the rest of his hair up in a tight bun. Seeing no one, he went back into the room, from where, a second later, a tennis ball shot out of a room, hit the wall and bounced down the hall, quickly being follow by a bulbasaur. Vines stretched out, trying to catch the ball as the pokemon cried out in joy. "Bulba! Bulba! Bulbasaur! Bulba! Bul!"
The man shook his head as he sat back down at his desk, wondering if he could teach the young pokemon to be quieter while playing, eventually, his thoughts turned back to his notes, as he tapped his pen against a number at the end of a formula, wondering why it didn't even out. Soon, he was blocking off most sound, the nearest coming from a pidgey that was preening his feathers, perched on a nearby chair. The man didn't looked up until he felt a slobber on tennis ball dropped on top of his boot.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 5:43 pm
Nadali was walking through the halls, curious about the research that was going on. From the rumors she heard, there were new creatures being created through a process of cloning. This process, according to the rumors in the building, was nearing completion, and some of the tested creatures were bring released.
And thus, Nadali wanted to see if she could catch sight of these clones. It was only right, as an agent, to be educated, even if the superiors didn't feel it necessary. As a Grunt, she didn't need to know, but that didn't mean she didn't want to know.
And thus, as she walked through the narrow halls of the building, she eventually heard the sound of a Pokemon, specifically a bulbasaur. Pausing, she turned the corner to see it darting into a room, with what appeared to be a yellow ball in its mouth. Confused, she stepped out into the hall and blinked, unsure of what to think.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 6:13 pm
Ezekiel reached down under his desk and pulled out the ball, holding it with a handkerchief, wiping it down, he threw it out the room again at an angle and watched with some amusement as the bulbasaur ran off after it. He never really seen such behavior before from a grass pokemon, besides maybe a leafeon.
Palmer ran out after the tennis ball, running pass Nadali to fetch to ball. "Bul! Bul! Bul!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 6:36 pm
The girl picked up her boot and moved to the side as the tennis ball rushed by, confirming her previous thoughts and questions. Than, as soon as she turned back, the bulbasaur raced past as well, nearly slamming her in it's hurry. Letting out a mix between a gasp and a laugh, she moved so her back was against the wall, watching the creature with a curious grin.
"Bulbasaur..." She nodded, realizing just what the creature was a slapping out her pokedex to get a record of the pokemon, "...chasing a tennis ball...which means someone owns it..." Turning her head, she walked toward the open door, pausing to make sure that she didn't get in the way of the playing creature.
When she reached the door, she knocked a moment, waiting to see who would answer, and hoping that it wasn't one of the more irritable rockets or a higher up who would yell at her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:01 pm
The man raised his head and gave a funny look at the door, and saw a girl standing by it. He raised an eyebrow, took a small whiteboard and wrote on it with a marker before showing it to her. It said 'May I help you with something?'
That's when Palmer rushed pass her and leaped into the room, sitting in front of Ezekiel and dropping the ball. "Bul! Bul! Bul!" The cries continue until the human put his finger to his lip and shhh him, the pokemon reluctantly did as told and quieten.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:15 pm
She shook her head, tilting it as she stepped into the door fully. The whiteboard surprised her, but she didn't really respond to it at all. Instead, she just read the words and let out a little laugh, caught in the act.
"Sorry...I was just...exploring when I ran in-" She was cut off when she heard the cries, and she quickly moved to the side of the door as the pokemon rushed past her once again.
"I knew he had an owner...pity...just a cute Bulbasaur..." Nadali smiled and chuckled as the creature was shushed, and she had a feeling if it was looking at her, it would probably be pouting. Too bad Senka wasn't that cute.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:25 pm
Ezekiel nodded slowly, grabbing the white board, he wiped it clean and wrote on it again before holding it above the pokemon's head. 'His name is Palmer' with a little arrow pointing down to the bulbasaur, who looked up curiously, vines pawing the tennis ball around until it slipped away under the desk, where the grass pokemon soon follow after.
The pidgey gave low chirp and ruffle his feathers, feeling that there was too much attention being given to his new teammate. "Pidgey! Pid!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:24 pm
Nadali nodded and realized silently that the man in front of her seemed to communicate through the white board. Remembering her other companion, 1337, she connected the two instantly. 1337 did speak, but he had many gadgets to get around in the world, and from the look of the man in front of her, she could bet that he did too. Looking down, she nodded to the pokemon.
"Palmer...right!" She grinned some more, and as soon as the creature disappeared, she was surprised by the other. Turning, she caught sight of the Pidgey, and gasped. It was different, the markings added to the regular colors. Nadali had seen a few off pokemon, such as her own pichu and darkfeather, but nothing like the pidgey in front of her. Suddenly, the rumors about the clones didn't seem so strange after all.
"Uhm...well..." she turned back to the man, "It is a pleasure to meet Palmer, as well as you. My name is Nadali Pade, otherwise known as Agent Reckless...it's an old nick name of mine..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:48 pm
The board was white out again and wrote on. 'I am Agent Quietude. And the pidgey is called Gavin. He gets grumpy when not payed attention to.' Ezekiel admitted to himself that he was impress to a certain point as the girl before him had not question his method of communication yet. He whited off the board once he was sure she had read it and wrote next. 'Why haven't you question the white board?' He was curious, his downfall as the studious type.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 9:22 pm
She nodded in response, before turning to the pidgey with another grin. Walking over, she held out a gloved arm tentatively, waiting for permission to pet the unique bird.
"Hello there Gavin, I apologize for not greeting you." She smiled again, trying to persuade the bird into being more positive. Turning, she glanced back to see Quietude's new question.
"Oh...well...I've seen a few crazy things while I've been working here, and I'll bet I see a few more while I live on. Might as well not worry about it, or else I'll probably worry myself dead." Nodding a second, she moved her hand away from Gavin to go to her pokeball. Choosing one of special interest, she pulled it out and three it in a quick second.
From it, flashed a pichu, stretching her dark form and blinking around the strange room.
"This...is Senka...my first big surprise in a long time."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 12:53 pm
Ezekiel nodded slowly, indeed, that made sense. The Rocket Base was litter with strange characters and stranger devices, but he suppose that could be blame on the Rocket's low standard and indifference to who they let in, for the sake of a large group.
Gavin took a good look at the hand before he settle down in his tantrum and went back to preening his lovely feathers. He didn't even pay attention to the little pichu that had appeared.
However, the human was. 'She is one of those dark pokemons, is she not?'
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 6:02 pm
Nadali laughed at the question, before shaking her head. Her purple tipped ponytail swayed behind her long brown hair as she looked down to Senka. The dark creature looked back up before jumping onto the table in front of Ezekiel. Blinking at him for a split second, she turned and jumped onto Nadali's shoulder.
"Well, I asked around when I discovered the process of creating dark pokemon," Nadali spoke up, not minding the fact she was the only one talked, "But they said that this was a different situation. They said Senka was not shiny, not dark, but a unique coloring. One of a kind, never before seen. I really think she is what helped me get into Team Rocket...they must have thought I had a knack for catching rare pokemon..."
Smiling, she started to pet her unique partner.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 7:28 pm
Ezekiel looked calm as the small pichu jumped onto his desk, thankfully missing his papers, and then off onto Nadali's shoulder. However, he looked quiet curious as he was told the odd coloration was not due to a dark ball. 'Yes, I would imagen that would be a priority in recruitment.'
After a moment, he added. 'I believe I came to be accepted because of my projects.'
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 8:00 pm
"Your Projects?" She asked in confusion, continuing to stroke Pichu with her gloved hands. Suddenly, she realized she should invest in rubber gloves, mainly because her fingers started to sting from the small sparks her partner sent off.
But, than she remembered why she came into this part of the building in the first place, and the strange pidgey to her side, and a small smirk crossed her features. Curious was a main trait of hers after all.
"I'm sure if you had something big to offer, Team Rocket would be the first to come knocking on your door..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 8:21 pm
Ezekiel takes out his laptop and opens up a program, he begin to type, a male voice came out of the computer. "My projects have to do with pokemon development, mainly in their diet and healing process. I am developing ways to make weak pokemon stronger, faster, through their foods and serums i am developing."
He looked towards Gavin for a moment before he typed. "Gavin, I believe, was given to me to see if the process he went through will affect the development of a pokemon. Birds tend to be sensitive to certain things, such as smells. He is a good subject for my projects and developments. Palmer is also another subject, grass pokemon are very good type for this type of growth projects.......however I cannot be blame for his current personality development, as he had this quirk before he was assigned to me."
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