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Palu obeyed her without question, even if there was attitude there; she knew Palu though. Palu was her first. The attitude was just how the bird was.

Lasi obeyed, most of the time, and if he didn't it was because he was trying to make her proud and proove he was more than a pretty pink bat. Lasi needed to focus a little, but he was still a useful addition to her team.

Pygi... Pygi was new. And sweet. She obeyed and she had the potential for some wonderful attacks. Tambrey also had a feeling that it wouldn't be long until she evolved. But it would all depend upon the training. Training Pygi was a good idea. Today, Tambrey would put some more effort into that.

Neph... Oh, Arceus, Neph... The little bug, recently stolen, was grumpy and uncooperative -all- of the time. She needed to be reigned in. She needed to lose and realise that Tambrey was her trainer. And so, with Pygi, she was going to spend some time training too.

All four pokeballs were on Tambrey's belt, of course... It was worth having Lasi and Palu around as strong opponents.
Pygi currently was out of her ball and sitting, pirate style, on Tambrey's uninjured shoulder; the sling and the cast were gone- she was told her arm was healing nicely, but she found it was still too tender for much. Exercise was helping, but she didn't fancy having a bird putting her weight and talons on it.
Neph's pokeball rested on the right of her belt, away from the others on her left.

The dark-haired girl entered and froze momentarily.
Somebody else was here. Hrm. Ah, it was that... what was his name? Izzy-something... from the Rec'... Well. That wasn't so bad, but she wasn't sure how she felt about trying to train Grumpy-bug now... True, Frost had seen her, but there was something... unscary about Frost. She wasn't sure how she felt about others seeing what an unruly pokemon she had.
Still... It'd be weird not to say something, probably...
"Hello.." She raised her hand a little in greeting.

Pygi was much less timid about the others being here.
It was Celty! Celty was nice!
She chirped a greeting happily.

"I, uh, hope you don't mind if we train too... If y' wanted to on your own, I can find another free spot though, no trouble." There. That seemed polite enough. She didn't want to interrupt after all.

It wasn't very long before another figure stepped into the training room, walking briskly as if she had somewhere to be, and something to do when she got there.
And indeed she did have something to do, assuming it involved the training room it was safe to say that she intended to to some training with her team.

The pace of the gray boots stopped however, when hazel eyes lifted, catching sight two other Rocket int the room with their pokemon,
Normally this would not be a problem, but the pokemon she was going to train today might be a problem with lots of humans around.
"Ah, pardon-"
Ready to turn around and find another training room, Agent Faleen paused and tilted her head a little, two things keeping her from already having left the room. the first, would be the one trainee that she recognized.
Izaya was his name, she wouldn't forget him anytime soon, recalling that time they discussed the G-ball, and more memorable was that time he managed to enrage Seth enough to throw the Trainee into the brig.

The second, was the fact that there was a Spiritomb in the room... quite beautiful.

"Trainee Izaya, if I recall." She said, eyes glancing over the Spiritomb before returning to its trainer.
She glanced over at the other rocket as well, "And I don't believe we have met yet."

"Yes, I do remember Izaya." she replied, arms raising to cross over her chest. "I witnessed it, in fact."
She didn't sound like she was particularity troubled by that, or that she was even judging him. She remained as calm, and as polite as ever.

With a look over to the Grunt, Faleen offered a smile, and nodded her head in greeting "Grunt," She said, smiling softly, glancing for what she was really called, picking up by now that Izaya tended to give people nicknames, like he seemed to add a 'San' to the end of her name, she wasn't entirely sure why.

"I intended to come and train, yes, though I wasn't expecting others to be in this room," She looked back over to Izaya. "I see you've taken up some training as well" she addressed, looking back over at the Spiritomb.

As Tambrey finished speaking the door opened once more and the room became even more crowded. Pausing just inside Frost regarded the Agent, the Grunt, and the Trainee with the same polity neutral expression. "Agent Faleen, Tambrey, Trainee," oh how satisfying, "I do hope I am not interrupting a planned training event? Is this part of your remedial course, Izaya?"

Had he been less a controlled man he might have laughed or at least cracked a smirk. As it was his face remained impassive, as was his voice. He had heard about the demotion. Of course he had heard about the demotion. Everyone had heard about it. Demotion was rare, though not unheard of, but getting demoted in such spectacular fashion as Izaya had really did stand out. He wouldn't make it back to grunt without express approval from Executive Agent Seth. It was simply to perfect, too hilarious. Back to a red uniform. Back to trainee dorms (possibly? He wasn't entirely sure on that score), back to cleaning floors and mind-numbing exercises.

As Izaya poked him Frost took a smart step backwards, reaching to his belt to let Skiron out of his luxury ball at the same time. “Keep your hands to yourself, Trainee Izaya Orihara,” he said in soft flat tones, “consider this your one and only warning. Touch me again, and Skiron will give you a taste of Ice Beam. Additionally, you will stop using such foolish nicknames and call me either Frost or Sir. I would have thought you might have learned to show a little respect to your superiors after being demoted and tossed unceremoniously into the brig for insolence. Finally, my ribs are none of your business. I have no intention of satisfying your curiosity by answering personal questions.”

Aila... Aila was stuck with this... this... scum? What could she possibly have done to deserve such a fate? She was a bright, efficient young woman. He couldn’t imagine that she had done anything to anger Seth so badly. Perhaps she had just caught the Executive on a bad day, or perhaps he’d just saddled the first person he saw with the unpleasant task.

"She's a Pidgeotto." The dark haired grunt answered and then nodded a little. Other pokemon were probably actually a good thing to have around Neph; the spinarak could be easily taken down if she got angry.

Wow. Okay...

So, Tambrey had to start paying more attention to rumours clearly.
She'd heard someone had been demoted, even had a slight tidbits over who it might be, but she just hadn't quite held onto the information... Or maybe she'd just been too distracted. There were a lot of beakers to wash after all... The labs could be rather a distracting place, even if you weren't allowed to work on much of anything yet.

"Nice to meet you too, Agent." Tam' gave a quick, polite nod and returned the smile apprehensively to Faleen, before letting out a "Hey Frost" and another quick raise of the hand in greeting.

She frowned though as Izaya seemed to be... teasing the ice-specialist.
This didn't seem like a good thing at all, but clearly they had met.
Hm. She bit her lip but didn't interject; both probably knew how to act around eachother, they'd clearly met before and had some sort of... history.

Pygi chirped again and seemed happy to be hanging around with the ghost. She turned as the ghost did and added her own chirping at the ghost's trainer. It wasn't a warning tone really, like Celty's, but more like a little chirp of support for the idea of listening to the ghost.

"I will use Izaya if you wish," Frost replied with an indifferent shrug, "but I have no intention of taking suffixes from a language I do not speak a word of.” Kun meant... well it was something used to address young boys wasn’t it? Or was it just a very familiar term of address used between male friends? He would have to look it up later on to see what it was this pustule on the backside of humanity wanted him to call him. “In any case,” he went on, “your concern is unnecessary, but I thank you for it all the same... if you are in fact being serious and not mocking me. I am still not going to satisfy your curiosity though.”

Humm, well, if it was training that was happening he supposed he ought to join in, that was what he’d come here for. Reaching to his belt he retrieved Persephone’s pokeball, letting the forbidden pokemon out next to Skiron.

The cloud of sprits swirled up and out of the fissure in the keystone with a sibilant hiss, turning slowly to inspect all of the room’s occupants. What a lot of humans and pokemon there were here. Presumably they would be fighting some of them. That would be fun.