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 Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:14 pm
We need some fresh meat, agent! Get out there and recruit a new face!
Lennyka let out a miserable groan. Her days were jumping from running missions with elites to reeling in new recruits like a fisherman with no bait. While Team Rocket was still the most dispersed and, essentially, powerful crime syndicate in the region of Zatao, they were always looking to add more to their ranks, and sent out poor souls like the teal-haired agent to gather up a few bodies and introduce them to a life of thievery and chaos. Unfortunately, Lennyka was as charismatic as a wet paper towel and would've preferred hiding behind a book instead of prowling around Katarina and searching for a soul who would be eager to join TR's ranks.
However, since waiting and watching was the only way Lennyka knew how to interact with others, she sat off at a side table at an outside cafe with her nose buried deep in a book. She hadn't a single idea what the story was about, though, as her eyes were concentrated more on the throng of people gathered at Katarina's town square. The agent was looking for anyone in particular who seemed like they would fit in being a criminal. Yet, that could be anyone, and there were so many choices she didn't know who to approach first.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 11:22 am
With her head down, hiding behind sleek red hair, Branka walked down the sidewalk with her hands jammed into her pockets. She was on the prowl for breakfast, and finding a busy little cafe was just the place to get some.
She moved like a ghost as she wove through the crowd. Most didn't notice her passage, and those who did notice didn't give her a second look. She was just another stray of no importance.
Pale blue eyes peeked out, looking at the tables. Families enjoying a meal, couples enjoying the company, singles doing their own work... Finding a target, she raised her head slightly and walked with a leisurely but purposeful stride. Passing a couple who were busy gazing adoringly into eachothers eyes, she easily swiped up the little basket of rolls that had been pushed to the edge of the table. Not bothering to hide the basket, she quickly grabbed up one of the rolls and took a large bite as she headed back out of the cafe area.
Be quick, be subtle, be gone. That was how she knew to do it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:07 pm
Lennyka's eyes kept scanning the cafe as she would the lines in a book she preferred to be reading, but she did a double-take when an insignificant piece of detail caught her attention. She had noticed the couple a few tables across from her making goo-goo eyes at each other for Arceus knows how long, but ignored it while internally gagging at another facet of life she would never understand. The untouched basket of rolls they had on their table had suddenly disappeared as if it dissipated into the atmosphere never to return. She blinked twice at this and even cocked her head down to the ground to see if it had fallen off. There was no signs of its spillage anywhere near the table leg.
Seems we have a thief in our midst? the agent said to herself as she straightened her gaze back to the throng of customers and waiters of the cafe. Now who's our little fingersmith?
It didn't take her long to identify the culprit. If there were others also actively surveying the area, the crime would've been evident to them too, but many were too preoccupied with their own meals and company to care. Lennyka held Branka in her line of sight for a few seconds, wondering what she was going to do, and when she had the gall not to hide the basket and even take a bite from one of the loaves, the agent wanted to laugh.
Cupping a Pokeball in her hand, Lennyka released her Raichu, and without a word, pointed to the redhead quickly ambling her way off with the stolen food with a gloved finger. Without needing anymore instruction, Daffodil dashed forward toward Branka, and intercepted her line of travel; her long, cable-like tail swaying as she stared up to her curiously.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 2:51 pm
Already feeling better after a couple bites of bread, her contentment was dashed when the Raichu suddenly intercepted her path. The teen froze with one foot in the air, balancing on the other like a statue. Slowly, the hanging leg came down, and her eyes shifted around. No one seemed to be watching her from the front, and there was no yelling or stomping from behind...
Gaze settling back onto the pokemon, she narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on the basket of breads. She wasn't about to share her meal! Snorting, she turned to attempt walking around the pokemon with a clearly dismissive posture.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 6:26 am
When the thief walked around her, Daffodil perked her ears up and blinked. She had just expected Branka to stop, not take an alternative path. At a loss of what to do since Lennyka's only instruction was a silent finger point, she turned her eyes from the redhed to the teal-haired agent still sitting at her table.
Lennyka let out a sigh that eventually fixed itself into an agitated smile. Ah, ah, how frustrating... Well, as they say, if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Rising to her feet and shoving her gloved hands into the pockets of her jacket, the Rocket agent kept pace with the thief as she followed her before picking up her pace. Seeing her trainer on the move, Daffodil followed.
Cutting through the many customers and waiters cleanly, Lennyka managed to intercept the thief's path just as her Raichu did before. Widening her smile to something more welcoming, she said, "Excuse me. May I have a word?" She cocked her chin down to the bread basket in hand. "I want to talk to you about something that caught my interest." Realizing the weight of her words and the suspicion it might entail, she added, "Aha, please don't freak, but I'm not a cop. Really. I'm not gonna throw you into the slammer just for a measly basket of bread, I just want to ask you something."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 5:49 pm
Picking up her pace a little, Branka finished off the roll, wondering why the Raichu had gotten in her way. Dumb thing should find someone else to feed it.
She prepared a roll for another bite when someone else stepped in front of her. She froze up short, the skin prickling along her neck. She growled softly, clutching the basket tight again when this time, it was a human. She narrowed her eyes, already glaring suspiciously at the girl with the teal hair. She glanced down at the basket, and then back to the trainer. Lips pressing tight, she responded by taking a bite out of the roll and staring at Lennyka with an impatient expression. "What?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 6:59 am
"Well..." Lennyka beamed her smile again. "How would you like a job? Something that'd prevent you from snatching bread baskets off of tables just to fill your stomach? It isn't anything suspicious. Honestly. However, I can't really go into detail with so many people around. Too many ears." She hooked a thumb in the direction of the park located passed Katarina's square. "If you're interested, we can take a walk over there? I'll even buy you something on the go so you can eat while we talk."
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 7:59 pm
Branka stared back at that bright smile, gaze flat but watchful. A job? She glanced down at the basket in her hands, and then back up. This gal was.. giving her a job proposition?
She stood for a few silent seconds, staring at the other gal. Subtly, she held the basket up a little closer to herself to show that no one needed to buy her anything. She'd gotten food just fine on her own. "Talk." Taking another bite out of the roll, she slowly turned to head toward the park.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 10:35 am
Lennyka's smile wavered a bit. "Not much of a conversationalist, are you?" she said, eliciting a small laugh with a shake of her head. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure how to go about her "job offer," and an uncomfortable silence hung between her and Branka as she tried to search her mind for a good way to present it. Lacking the social graces to do so had always been the thorn in her side. "All right, well, um... I'm just going to cut through all of the red tape. Have you heard of Team Rocket? Y'know, bad guys, steal Pokemon, so and so... Well, I'm an agent with them. A-ah, before you start freaking out or whatever, we're not as bad as the public makes us out to be, okay? We're just a business with a bad name, that's all." She took a deep breath. "We do a lot of things besides what the news likes to highlight. Anyway, um, my job—well, part of my job—is to search out people who'd make good recruits. I think you'd make a good trainee, though you need to brush up on your thieving skills, ahaha... ha."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 5:55 pm
"...Nope." While Branka was used to walking in silence, she could tell the young woman beside her was busy trying to figure out how to fill that hanging space. She simply ate the roll, and looked at the basket. Only two rolls left... She should save them for later. Using the napkin they were nested in, she wrapped the rolls and stuffed them into a pocket, while the basket was tossed onto a bench she was passing.
When the proposition was finally voiced, Branka slowed her walk and turned a narrowed gaze at Lennyka, absorbing the information. Team Rocket... She'd heard of the group, but had never given them more than a passing thought. It was definitely more wicked than good she'd heard about them, but that didn't matter to her.
The awkwardly playful teasing only earned a flat, unimpressed stare from those blue eyes.
..Well, what else did she have to do? No one else was running up to give her work. "Fine," she said finally. "Where do I go?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 6:25 pm
Lennyka's lips drew to a small O. W-well, that was surprisingly easy... she thought to herself. She was expecting some resistance and was even going to fall back on other methods of persuasion she had sitting in her mind, but immediately dashed them aside come Branka's agreement.
She scratched the back of her neck and shoved a hand in her pocket. As she typed a message on her communicator, her tone grew a little more serious as she said, "I can't register you here, you'll have to come with me to the base. Team Rocket protocol is rather uptight about their procedures— Hey, BD? Lennyka here, mind driving up a vehicle to my point? We've got ourselves a new skin."
"Roger that," the voice on the other end replied before clicking off.
In no time, an all-terrain jeep pulled up in the park. With just a nod, Lennyka bid the driver a nod as she received the keys from them. "We're headed to the freezelands, so this is gonna be a bit of a road trip," she said to Branka. "If you have anything important to take with you, I'd suggest going to go grab them now. Once your paperwork is through, they're gonna throw you straight into training, so make your final goodbyes as well." She mustered up another affable grin. "Of course, I don't mind waiting. I'm in no rush to return to work, so take your time. Katarina's scenery is much better than trees and snow."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:15 pm
Though a little amused by Lennyka's surprise, Branka wasn't about to show it. She was more concerned with finding out more about what she had to do to get herself paying work. New skin? They weren't about to go around calling her that, were they?
She waited for the instructions before speaking again. "Not New Skin. ...Branka." With that, she turned and headed back toward the place she was currently 'living' in. Freezelands and snow meant cold... She didn't have anything important, but she did have a sweater or two she should grab.
It didn't take her long to tie her sweater around her waist and hook a small, tattered pack over her shoulder. As she headed back to the park, she almost wondered if the jeep would even still be there. After all, everyone else who had promised to stick around were gone...
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:35 pm
"Branka, huh? Sounds like a soda name," Lennyka commented at the new recruit's back when she turned to leave, that all too friendly smile still plastered on her face.
During the time she was gone, Lennyka wandered away for a moment, but was back to the jeep in a jiffy. She would be found when Branka returned leaned against the vehicle's front sipping from a juice box and staring up idly at the treetops. When she noticed the redhead, Lennyka crushed the carton and tossed it to a nearby garbage can, giving a small fist pump in the air when it bounced on the rim and landed inside.
She motioned a hand to the passenger seat of the jeep as she trotted over to the driver's side. "Hey there, new ski— Branka. Branka. Feel free to throw your stuff in the back," she said, shoving the key into the ignition and giving it a crank. The engine roared to life before coming to a low hum. "That was way quicker than I expected. Guess you didn't have much to say goodbye to?" She gave a one shoulder shrug. "Doesn't matter if you did or not. I didn't either when I joined, heh."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:23 pm
Climbing into the jeep, Branka held the pack on her lap and stared at the windshield. It'd been a while since she'd been in a car... It made her uneasy, feeling like she was about to be driven into another world of disappointment. Well, it wasn't as though her current situation was any great shakes. She would go with this teal-haired woman, but she didn't have to place her trust there.
Her gaze remained forward as the woman chattered on, and her only reaction was a heavy, uninterested sigh. She wasn't coming along to get close to anyone. "Tell me the work," she said flatly, changing the subject to what she might actually be doing if she ended up being part of Team Rocket's crew.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:46 pm
Lennyka pouted at the sudden change of subject as she pressed her foot onto the pedal and drove the jeep out of Katarina. And here she thought she'd finally found someone willing to lend an ear (or, at least, sit in disgruntled silence) to her her one-sided conversations. Chattering on and on really wasn't normal for her, but she could do it around strangers. They didn't know her thoroughly enough to judge just yet.
"Oh, fine. You've two primary job objectives for TR: Run missions and capture Pokemon. Missions are either doled out to you by a higher-up of agent rank or higher or taken from the mission distribution center at the base. As an eventual trainee, you're not gonna be given the big stuff yet. Expect a lot of janitorial work. Secondly, there's Pokemon. TR wants rare Pokemon, exotic stuff... Pokemon that'd earn a pretty penny when sold. So if you come across a neon green Milotic, nab that thing whether it is owned by a trainer or not. You get a monetary reward for every Pokemon you turn in. Easiest way to make money as long as you don't get killed by it or get sucker punched by its owner, heh." She gave Branka a side glance. "Any more questions?"
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