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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 4:21 am
(this RP takes place Three weeks after the Pokemon Ball Mission Back in time! WOO <3)  Faleen had been one of the lucky ones to return from this latest mission, with only minor cuts that had been cause by the glass that had been scattered along the ballroom floor. In all honestly she was lucky to walk away with only that, after being thrown across said glass screwed floor during that explosion. She knew a couple of other Rockets who had been caught in a much worse predicament, and suffered much more severely for it. One of those Rockets had been her partner for the mission, the Agent Sorano had faced the explosion face on. She had been keeping updated with his condition, and Three weeks in he was still uncontentious in the hospital bed. This was worrisome for anyone, Faleen was starting to wonder if maybe... he wouldn't wake up, Though it was a grim thought, it was fairly realistic. It didn't keep her from feeling relief when she did show up one day after she got off shift, the women working behind the counter at the infirmary recognizing her by now, and didn't even need to be asked before she started that Sorano had indeed woken from his Coma. Faleen had asked if he was accepting visitors, and upon confirmation of this request, The dark blond grunt made her way to his room number, and knocked lightly upon the door, waiting for a reply before she entered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 4:27 am
The knock at the door alerted him and though he had been incredibly stiff for some time, found some effort to slide from his laying position and clamor towards the door with a cane. He wondered ever so slightly if that good looking nurse who would servicing him had reconsidered that offer to feed him his lunch. Sorano laughed at the thought. It would certainly be a surprise if she did!
"Aha?" he muttered as he reached a cranky arm to the knob and pulled it open. To his surprise- or rather, his slight chagrin (it wasn't his lovely, lovely nurse), Sorano saw his partner from the Poke Ball standing firm in front of his gaze. A slight tilt cricked his head to the side and he took some slow steps back to let her in.
"Whatcha doin' 'ere, Faleen?" he asked, smiling. He had not received many visitors, so it was actually quite pleasing to have her company. "Aren' a busy with yer department?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 4:39 am
Hazel eyes shifting upward to look at Sorano when the door was suddenly opened, and the bright haired man she came to visit was standing at the door.
He certainly looked like he had just woken from a coma, but Faleen offered a polite, half amused smile. "Sir" she greeted.
"Quite busy actually, but my shift just ended." she answered his question, before stepping in when he made room her permit her entrance. "I just stopped by the check up on how you were doing, they told me you woke up recently." She replied, shifting her weight from one boot to the other as she turned to look at him again. "Your walking around already I see, how are you feeling Sir?"
He seemed to be in high spirits anyway, from the way he opened the door, that was a good sign. Seh had never been in a coma before, so she couldn't say what it was like to wake up from one after three weeks of being out, she can't imagine she would be in a very good mood though.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 4:45 am
"Mmm." he mused, glad to hear that a visit to him won't get her into any trouble. That would be the last thing he'd want from an affiliate, having them scowled for reasons of him. "They be correct, I woke up none too lon 'go." He didn't want to remember that whole incident with Lilith and Len when he had woken up. No- It was much too scary to think about. Much too scary.
"I am feelin' 'right. Kinda stiff fer bein' bedridden fer so long." He made a move towards the bed, very shakily, as his walking companion wobbled every so little steps back towards the bed. Darn thing wasn't very useful! Slick his hair gray and he'd possibly look like an old man. Heck, he even looked like one now the way he was hunched over. "I feel so ol' . . . haha."
When he finally found rest upon the bedside, he threw the cane to the side. "How have ya been, Faleen? Didja git 'urt much from the a ball? Hope ya recovered 'ully if ya did."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 4:56 am
"I can imagine being in a bed for three weeks would have that affect."
She watched as he hobbled back over to sit down on the bed, stepping over so he would have to crane his neck to look at her while they held a conversation.
"That cane isn't helping either" she added at the comment of him being old, a small amused grin feathering the corners of her lips "I'm certain you'll be back in top form before to long. As for me, I got lucky this time, I didn't get anything that my Sharpedo doesn't already give me." she explained again with a good natured tone.
"I'm grateful for that, seeing as you needed to be removed from the aria fairly quickly after that explosion hit you..." It was here she frowned softly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 5:04 pm
A frown also folded itself across Sorano's thin lips. Ah, that wasn't a way to set the mood with company! No, the day has been great no matter how stiff as a board he was. Positive thoughts, reassuring positive thoughts! That was the Dinkley way (well, really only for the brother).
"I owe ya one though, Faleen." he said, smiling. "Ya did save me life back there. So wheneva ya need'a favor, y'know where ta fin' me . . . for tha' next couple a days a' least. I'll be gettin' outta this joint fairly soon."
"Is jus' great ta 'ear ya didn' get 'anged up in tha' whole mess with tha' pink 'aired man. Really, I'm glad a' least."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:05 am
A light incline of her head, followed by a look of mild surprise when he thanked her so genuinely. She didn't expect that at all, but she was glad that he seemed to spresiate it.
"What kind of mission partner would I be if I left you?" She pointed out with a soft smile in return. "Your welcome Sir, I am glad to see that the damage was not more severe."
With a blast like that, it would have been much worse...
At the mention of the pink haired man, Faleen's expression took to a more puzzled inquiry.
"I'm surprised you remembered anything, everyone's assuming your the only one that got a good look at what happened to cause that explosion."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:05 pm
He followed suit with an thankful smile. Really. She didn't know how much he feared Death and how that damned explosion truly made his almost accepting to knocking upon the Reaper's pallet to take him south. She was, due to her deed in his eyes, almost as great as He above.
"Oh, I don' think I'm gonna ferget 'is face anytime soon . . . " Sorano replied smugly whipping that smile to a thin line. "I gots some qualms with tha' b*****d fer wha' he did." He leaned into what little strength remained upon his arms to prevent his torso from crashing to his knees. "Tha' lil' Shay he had is what 'cause this mess. Damn thin' was so stron' . . . "
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:10 pm
Eyebrows quirked again when he mentioned what caused the explosion, or at least what she assumed would have.
"A Shay?" she inquired further, not really having any idea what that was... a kind of device or bomb? no, certainly not, she would know about it.
"Its a good thing you remember his face," The grunt admitted, frowning softly "Next time he shows up, he won't be able to hide."
She nodded, confident, though she knew that he must be strong... or clever, or just REALLY lucky.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:44 pm
The creature was not native to the land of Kanto, so Sorano had much of a hard time pinpointing a name for the damned thing. "It was . . . small." Sorano replied to her inquiry, shaping his hands the best he could to an estimated size of the thing. " 'bout tha size o' a 'unchbox er' somethin'. Green n' bushy, pink flowers. 'ice flowers, Lili might like em' . . . A-Anyway!" he sighed. "I'll get back me 'evenge on tha' 'astard. Ya 'ight, he won' be able ta 'ide at all."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:48 pm
"Small.. bushy green with pink... flowers?" The look on Faleen's face clearly showed that she had.. not expected to hear that kind of description. "Thats what caused the explosion?"
She blinked after a moment, shaking her head "Oh my, there is clearly a lot about pokemon that I don't understand,"
She couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm though, he wasn't going to let someone knock him around.
"I hope you get that chance, and I hope he's payed back ten fold for what he did."
She smiled a little more, and through a half laugh "Though first, you'll need to get your usual strength back."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:14 pm
"Oh, he 'ill be." said Sorano, thrusting a fist into an open palm. But his suddenly lifted state became dejected when she reminded her of his current condition. "Ah, ya don' hafta remind me, girlie . . . " he sighed. "Bein' bedridden fer so long as left me anxious . . . I wan' ta git back ta doin' wha' I do bes', me job."
For a once some lazy p***k who thought life to be nothing but a bore, it was certainly terrifying to hear the very want to work again come out of his month. At that moment, he had realized he had grown. Life back in the Kanto branch of Team Rocket was boring. He hardly did s**t and spent his payment on booze and nothing more. But here, Kodo, he actually had a life, a girlfriend, a cheery (even though she's been a little difficult lately) sister to root for him. Did he really just want to return back to Kanto to a best bud who, even though he promised would never forget him, abandon him or generally shoo off for a woman, was nothing more than a bad influence?
This left him dejected and want to curl into a ball. He was going to have to call Moose later and relay the truth on him eventually. Ignoring his friend's calls was not helping . . . he'd even start calling Len to get answers. Gosh, why was life so conflicted?
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:26 am
"I can relate" she confessed with a sympathetic smile. "My first mission I was restricted to bed for quite a while to help heal from a bullet wound," She explained "I think by the time they let me go, I had successfully disassembled and reassembled Umbreon's pokeball two times."
She grinned, chuckling is amusement, before she noticed his demeanor change a little, he seemed to be thinking about something, though Faleen couldn't be sure of what it would be.
"Hm" she hummed softly, deciding it would be best to change the subject to something different. "You know Sir, I this this was the first time I teamed up with someone during a mission" She pointed out in a matter of fact tone. "I noticed your not used to that fancy kind of life style, are you." Against she had an amused look, remembering a few things she had to subtly correct in his postures and behaviors.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:41 am
"Ya 'it tha' nail righ' on tha' 'ead, girlie, I ain't." he smiled. "A'sides from voluteerin' as a lead danca at a fancy schmancy dance school, I ain't used ta such a lifestyle. I be a street kid, 'aised in tha' allies o' Saffron. Such 'igh stuff ain't fer me. I mean, c'mon, look at 'ow I soun'. I've been speakin' like this since I was a kid. 'ell, I can' even 'member my ol' voice, heh." The change of topics certainly seemed to raised his spirits. He was floating back into depths of nostalgia. How he wished to be a kid again . . .
"I used ta be one o' those biker thugs who be up passin' trainas fer money, food, tha' like. Was fun when I was fourteen, fifteen . . . everythin' was 'bout jumpin' lil' ten year olds, cut denim jackets, gamblin, fightin' . . . typical rebel s**t. Hard ta imagine I would en' up in Team Rocket out ta all places . . . than 'gain, I was forced by me bud back in Cinnabar." Good times. "Wha' 'bout ya, girlie? How'd ya git inta, TR? A'sides from the definite dedication, ya don' seem tha' type to be in 'ere . . . " A pause. "Than 'gain, nearly all o' us don' seem ta be in 'ere . . . so I takes tha' back."
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:59 am
Faleen couldn't help but smile as she listened to him, telling a brief story about how his childhood was spent.
It was fascinating to her, much different from her own life, but just hearing how he was talking about to, so excited,She couldn't help but think that he had a pretty cool life.
When questions were directed at her, she blinked, but tilted her head as she pondered this "I agree with Rocket ideals, and I found it was the opportunity I was looking for to better myself in ways I couldn't have in the world, or on my own. I think I've grown quite used to the community Team Rocket seems to have."
She laughed a little "I know thats a little lame, but its my reasoning."
crossing her arms again, she took the conversation back a little, so something he had mentioned about his past "You mentioned being in a biker gang? does that mean you ride?"
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