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 Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 6:56 pm
"Ah, well, don't let the niceness fool you, we're as bad as they come." Nyx laughed. "But hey, evil is just perspective, so really, we're the good guys."
The door opened again, they were on the cafeteria and kitchen floor now. "So, Lennyka, I notice you don't have the same... uh... accent as your brother."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:06 pm
Lennkya shared a laugh with her while exiting the elevator. She pipped up next come the question and nodded her head in reply.
"He actually speaks fluent English." she said, remembering the times of how a**l their mother was of their speech. "But adopted that accent when he was out and about with his . . . street friends. It just sort of stuck after he ran away. Can't help it now though . . . it's a part of him."
Max shifted over to her head and took a seat, clawing to keep his balance. Comfy.
"So, what other people around here should I look out for? The grunts seem to be pretty nice but . . . I heard the Elites are quite scary. Same thing with the boss. Is that true?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:21 pm
Newton unwrapped himself and floated along behind the two humans. There would be food shortly, he could feel it in his strings.
"Well, I haven't met everyone, but no matter who the Elite is, be respectful and uh... submissive." Their casual pace finally brought them to the cafeteria, the kitchen wasn't far off. "Miss Nadja is my favorite, and probably the most just. I've heard Seth is grumpy, so watch out for him... I think you saw Kunai at the Slumber party, so you probably have the gist of how unsettling the girl is... TRP, the blond Elite, I saw her on the last raid, she's not bad either." Nyx blushed a little at the mention of The Boss. She'd heard rumors about him.
"I haven't met The Boss, but I hope to one day. On good terms! I don't want to be in trouble with him! I heard he has a Groudon!" The scientist seemed to be enjoying telling the new girl about the different people around HQ.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:49 pm
Max shot Newton a look, narrowing his eyes again. It'd be him and the Balloon soon. It was totally going to get his revenge on it Jackie Chan style. Watch and see!
Len stared at her intently, inclining closer to every higher-up that was described to her. "Just, grumpy face, creepy girl, not bad and enigmatic?" Len counted the Elites off on her finger. There was quite a lot! "I will be SURE to take my time around them, hehe. Don't want to be seeing myself in trouble . . . ahaha, ha . . ."
When the reached the cafe, Len gave a sigh of relief. "Finally . . . " she muttered.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:02 pm
"There are a few grunts to keep an eye out for, too, but they can't really do any harm, so, it'll probably be better for you to find out about them on your own." Nyx followed slightly behind Len. Her stomach let out a grumble; Waiting a couple more hours to eat would not have been a good idea.
Newton floated along, unaware that the Pikachu was plotting against him... for some reason.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 9:12 pm
Max pointed a la Evil Monkey style. REVENGE, IT WILL BE QUICK AND JUST. Len nodded her head. She was given her warning now yet the future would reflect on this greatly, especially with a well-known grunt known as 1337. "So, what do you have a hankering for?" she smiled. "I, myself, want something sweet . . . maybe peaches and Ricotta cheese . . . "
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 9:58 pm
"Hmmm..." Nyx tapped the side of her face. "Are you in the mood for breakfast? I'm in the mood for breakfast." She was in the mood for something sweet and savory, like bacon covered with syrup.
Newton reattached himself to Nyx's head. This was the optimal spot for stealing his trainer's food. He still wasn't paying attention to that weird Pikachu.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:17 pm
"That sounds great!" Len chimed. "I'm not much of a cook but . . . "
Len turned about to stare at the scientist.
"I am muster up something quick if you give me the chance? Unless, of course, you wish to help you. Than that would be wonderful!"
She gave a smile to the Drifloon too, reaching out to pat it. "You can help out too, if you wish."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 11:01 pm
"Alright, I love cooking!" Nyx grinned and zipped over to grab some ingredients. Apples, bacon, sausage, potatoes, syrup, sugar, cinnamon and a box of kosher salt.
"All ready! Newton!" Nyx set a small bowl to the side, two small measuring spoons, and the sugar and cinnamon. "Fill those with cinnamon and sugar and mix them in that bowl."
Newton giggled in his own little balloony way, he was being put in charge of sugar! He went to work, this was so exciting.
"My pops used to fix this for breakfast all the time."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 11:38 pm
Len smiled. "I got the bacon!" she smiled.
Grabbing the package of frozen meat delight, she peeled off the plastic film and threw it into an unused pan sitting upon the stove. "How long does this take to cook . . . ?" she muttered to herself, reading the package.
She turned to Nyx for a moment, eyes still on the plastic piece. "Really?" she said. "My dad never cooked. Only my mamma and she was a lazy chef, hehe."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 11:52 pm
"I don't think bacon has a cook time, just... when its done. Um. That would be when the edges turn brown, flip it over? I think he used to say that if you waited till it was crispy, it was already burnt." Nyx got a fairly large skillet out and put it on the stove, then grabbed a paring knife and the potatoes.
"This is a lot of fun, I'm glad you spilled your lunch on me." Nyx chuckled as she stood over the cutting board slicing up the potatoes.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 12:48 am
Len once again chuckled along with Nyx, keeping an eye on the bacon.
"Roger, roger." she said in a slight salute, eying the fizzling bacon coyly. "Should be done any minute now. Hey Max, help out Nyx, will you?"
The Pikachu stood at attention when his trainer spoke, looking at Nyx to whatever she might need help with.
"Chaaaa . . . " he murmured, tilting a ear. It was an offer more than a saying. What did she need done?
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:17 am
"Okay then." Nyx finished cutting the potatoes, rinsed them off, and threw them into the skillet, then handed the Pikachu a wooden spoon. "Stir those, please." She smiled at the electric rodent. Anyone who had met Nyx months before would have noticed that she was far more comfortable around the species now than she ever had been.
Nyx threw a dollop of butter into the frying pan, she almost forgot the butter, but now that it was taken care of, she could get to slicing the apple.
"So, how are you enjoying being in Team Rocket?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 12:39 pm
Max did as he was instructed. Fiddling with the spoon between his hands, he slowly turned the potatoes counter clockwise. The task was hard for him; he was rather clumsy with the spoon as he did not know how to hold it right. Nevertheless, the potatoes were beginning to smell great. His stomach rumbled.
"It's alright." replied Lennyka. "A little mundane but nothing over the top, either. I'm only really here to retrieve Sorano and go back home. Though I sort of made myself at home already here, hehe."
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:43 pm
"Go back home?" Now that was interesting. Nyx pat the pikachu and gently took the wooden spoon away as she dumped the sausage into the pan. "Why do you want to take Sorano and yourself back home?"
If Nyx were aching for promotion, or any other type of evil besides the scientific kind, she might be the type to report this to her superiors. Ah, but they were always getting kids who thought they could leave whenever they wanted, and she didn't figure Len was a spy. Whatever happened, the girl would figure out soon enough that the only pink slips Team Rocket gave were the kind in a big wooden box.
"Newton, pour that cinnamon sugar in here." Nyx motioned to the frying pan.
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