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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:25 pm
"Sesame is not a spice," Frost responded with a shake of his head, "it is an oil-rich edible seed. Mmh, and I don't think we count as secret agents. We are gangsters though if that pleases you." It was like dealing with a small child, perhaps one with a hyperactivity disorder. Perhaps he was begin subtly punished for something. Playing house. Home sweet home. How abominably cheerful. The edge to Izaya's tone that hinted at displeasure passed Frost by completely.
"Garage supplies are not domestic," he went on, "but they are not too much further on... I suppose you may accompany me to fetch them if you wish, there is certainly nothing I can do to stop you." He rather wished there was; he did not appreciate being left to babysit some mentally challenged man-child in the least. Mentally resigning himself to said unpleasant task for at least the next few hours Frost entered the storage bay and indicated a touch pad on the wall. "Type in the product you have been sent for," he instructed, "it will tell you which aisle and section to go to. What quantity have you been sent for? If it is a large amount, trolleys are over there." Making a gesture towards the items in question, the small man stepped back and waited for Izaya to get to work; he might have to tolerate him, but he certainly wasn't here to do his job for him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:31 pm
"Whatever you say," Izaya answered. "I was never really a cooking expert myself. What about us makes you call us gangsters, though? Isn't that kind of shady?" He tried to picture Frost in stereo-typical gangster attire and chuckled. "I can't really imagine either of us as the sort who rough others up, Frosty-chan. No offense."
"Hahahaha!" The younger grunt broke into giggles. "You almost sound like you want to be rid of me," he gasped as his giggles died down. "But really, if you don't want me around, you only need say so. No need to be polite around me...I've always preferred brutal honesty anyway. Tell me how you reeeaally feel." He sneered at Frost. "Don't hold back. We're teammates, now. It wouldn't do for us to have misunderstandings or miscommunication, would it?"
Halting at the storage bay, he listened attentively as his fellow grunt explained the touch pad. "Ah...quite a handy invention. Unfortunately, I wasn't given the privilege of having that knowledge, so I guess I'll just take back a trolley-full." He glanced over to where Frost had indicated with a sneer of disgust. "Heh. Even this is similar to shopping at a grocery store. They could have just as well had us use shopping carts."
As he was about to type on the touch pad, he glanced over his shoulder. "Mmm?" Icy blue eyes continued to watch him intently. He beamed and waved a hand. "No need for you to monitor me every second, Frosty-chan. I'm not a helpless infant. I'll take it from here. Why don't you go and do what you need to do so we can get out of here as soon as possible, mm? Waifu?" He couldn't help the last part, really. The whole situation was just too laughable.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:26 pm
There was so much to address there that Frost had to pause for a few moments and construct a mental list. "First item," he said eventually, "gangsters. A gangster is a criminal who is a member of a gang, in our case a gang that engages in organized crime. It would also be valid to call us mobsters. You are naïve and foolish to assume that only large men with large muscles are gansters, Izaya Orihara. Next item, I would indeed like to 'be rid of you', because you are slowing me down. I have other things to do today, I do not wish to linger here longer than I must. Next item. No. I see no reason to share the most intimate details of my psyche with you. I will however tell you my feelings in regards to yourself: I have none. You are nothing to me."
Nothing but a silly child who should never have been accepted into Team Rocket. Who was responsible for recruitment these days? Clearly they did not have especially high standards if they allowed silly boys like this in. Given Izaya hadn't been told how much soap he was to fetch, Frost now found it most likely that he had been sent here just to get him out of somebody's hair. A less controlled person probably would find the red-eyed rocket deeply annoying, and a volatile person would probably have knocked him flat by now. It was fortunate that he was a very controlled person, and that anything he might be feeling was forced down unacknowledged. It was foolishness to be perturbed by a clown like this, and as such he was not.
"Moving on," Frost continued, his face and body-language still completely impassive, "I shall take your word for it and assume you are capable of completing this task. I shall go about my own work and meet you back by the car. I trust you find this acceptable... On a final note, I am not and never will be your wife. While I find 'Frosty-chan' to be mildly derogatory I can accept it. I will not, however, tolerate being called waifu. Do I make myself quite clear, Izaya Orihara?" There was no anger in Frost's words, nor even a drop of menace or force. Every syllable was perfectly cool, enunciated with a clarity to match the rarest diamond, yet his tones were as soft as the finest silk. His eyes, however, were far more like the jewel; cold, hard, and utterly devoid of feeling.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:46 pm
A heavy sigh escaped the brunette as he shook his head. "I realize that not only large men with large muscles are gangsters, Frosty-chan. In fact, I even once knew a middle school gang leader. You really can't tell teasing from normal conversation, can you?" He looked to Frost with a mix of pity and amusement. "Just listening to you and your listed 'items'...it wouldn't take a child to realize your mentality is structured to a fault. When you mentioned being abnormal, I didn't know you lacked a sense of humor. That's no way to get through life."
With a lofty gesture, he punched in the words, 'liquid soap' before mentally noting the aisle and section. Snatching up a trolly with some traces of disdain, he strolled along the isles at a leisurely pace. He wanted Frost gone already. When he peeked through the shelves, however, the man still stood there. Why wouldn't he leave?
"Yes, yes, we can meet at the car. I thought that went without saying," he called over, his impatience made clear by the absence of his smirk and the tone of his voice. Yet Frost still persisted. And about what? Such a trivial thing? Izaya stopped walking. "You're right, Frosty-chan; you're not my type," he teased. Really, the guy was going to be as a**l as to take even his nicknames seriously? It was as if he actually expected such a thing had a chance of occurring. Why else would he have to make it so painfully clear that he never planned to be his wife? Or that he wouldn't even stand to be called so, for that matter?
Izaya studied his nails as he propped his elbow up on the trolly's handle. "Frosty-chan..." he said offhandedly, entirely serious as he completely ignored Frost's last question. "Are you gay?" The blatant inquiry was more to put the blonde grunt off and hopefully have him on his way rather than to illicit any particular emotional response. However, the younger man's patience was wearing thin, which made him both irritable and careless. He didn't think twice about the consequences of his actions, nor what Frost may have been capable of. He just wanted the man to leave so he could get his real goal accomplished.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 5:12 pm
Are you gay?
This very question, once uttered, resulted in flashing red lights and sirens.
Quite literally.
It was an alarm. The lights having dimmed instantly as the alert sounded throughout the entire outpost. Several Rockets could be heard running through the halls and shouting just outside the room.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 4:05 am
Right. Now he was angry. Not even the slightest hint of it reached the surface but it was there, and he didn't try to push it away. It was cold, sharp, calculating, and predatory. He welcomed it. It wasn't the last question that bothered him - he was quite happy for the wretch to know that he was gay but not even slightly attracted to him - no, it was something else.
...it wouldn't take a child to realize your mentality is structured to a fault.
The terrible grammar was barely a niggling annoyance compared to the content. How dare he? How dare he? The giggling fool had the audacity to call him defective? He was not faulty. He had value, value far exceeding theirs. They were nothing compared to him, and so their words were nothing. He would make them suffer... Him suffer; he would make him suffer. Yes. He would keep this anger close, distil it to its purest form, and one day... one day Izaya Orihara would breathe his last. Heart struggling and failing against an insidious poison. Throat neatly slit with a razor sharp blade. Restrained somewhere, gagged, unable to scream as his flesh was seared from his bones, as his nails were ever-so carefully peeled away, as he was left to freeze and wonder when it would all end and -
Frost's silent, inscrutable, vicious thought process was rudely interrupted at that point by a blaring siren. Sparing Izaya only a brief chilly glare the small blond sprinted to the door and stepped out into the corridor, stoically ignoring the pain in his ribs. "What's going on?" he called, hoping for but not expecting a concise coherent reply from somebody. Instinctively one hand strayed to Skiron's pokeball, but he resisted the urge to let the ice type out right away; there were too many people running about and no visible threat to send the Glaceon against, it was more sensible to wait for the time being.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:17 am
Coincidentally enough, Izaya hadn't suspected once that the answer to his question might have been yes. He didn't get to find out, either, because at the moment he spoke the words, red lights and screaming sirens bombarded his senses. He cringed, abandoning his trolly to return to the entrance of the storage bay. At this rate, he would never manage to get this annoying mission over with - nor pick up the 'extra supplies' he had been hoping to bring back along with the liquid soap.
"What happened?" he asked Frost, looking to the more experienced Rocket. The sudden rush of activity from the others in the hall was unnerving. He highly doubted it could have been something he had said, and yet the timing had been too close. His crimson eyes narrowed.
Barely catching Frost's icy glare, Izaya followed his fellow grunt out into the corridor before hearing him ask the same question that had been running through his mind. His brows shot up, surprised. So, even Frost found the situation bewildering? That was some cause for concern. He noted the man's movement as his hand went to his pokeball and frowned.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 2:09 pm
Most of the scurrying grunts didn't hear or pay any attention to the guys from the HQ who seemed rather clueless as to what was going on.
It wasn't until an agent saw them standing there that he ran over.
"Get a move on you two! The cops have broken in! You're dead meat or prison bound if you just stand there gawking! If you have Pokemon that can help fend them off then get to it, if not, then evacuate!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 3:08 pm
Frost sighed heavily and shook his head, muttering; "Well this is just fantastic." Standing back against the wall to let the flow to fleeing rockets by, the blond calmly considered his position. At the moment running very far or very fast would be difficult, but it was not very far to the car. On the other hand there was a huge press of people, many of them larger than himself, and he might well end up being trampled... Very well. Removing two pokeballs from his belt, Frost released the occupants into the storage room where they wouldn't be in the way.
"We have a situation," he informed the attentive Galceon and silent black keystone. "Law enforcement officers have breeched security, we shall have to fight them off, or at least hold them back for long enough to make good an escape for ourselves and our allies. Persephone, you shall focus on Confuse Ray and Hypnosis; prioritise the humans over their pokemon. Skiron, once our fellows have departed I want you to slick the floor down that way with Ice Beam, and then be prepared to freeze and slow as we back away towards the exit. Once the enemy in in disarray we shall focus more on attacking, but continue to move back down the hallways. Is this understood?"
"Glae glae!" Skiron cried, his fur standing up needle sharp with ice; he was ready to defend his master, and their allies!
"Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Everyone one of Persephone's voices rose in an elated cry, and the black mist swirled into being. Enemies. Real enemies. They did not have to hold back. There would be screams and chaos and death! The golden features of the Spiritomb manifested in a twisted grin, and the forbidden pokemon laughed. Today was a good day.
Nodding in satisfaction, Frost peered quickly around the storage room for something he could use as a weapon in a pinch. Domestic supplies. Why couldn't they have been somewhere with more useful equipment? The police would have decent truncheons at least, perhaps they would have guns too. Blast. He wished his hadn't been confiscated on joining up with Team Rocket. Well there was nothing to be done about it now; shrugging slightly the pale-eyed man moved over to a rank of brooms, grabbed one, and slammed it against the wall. It made his ribs flare with pain, but it had the desired effect of knocking the head off leaving a splintered end.
Impromptu, rather unimpressive weapon in hand Frost moved back to the door and waited. As Rockets continued to stream by he turned to Izaya and pursed his lips slightly; "Is this interesting enough for you?" he asked in dry tones.
He was in no state for action. Blast. It wasn't as though he had a lot of choice; he would just have to suppress the pain. It was irrelevant. It had no right to distract him from his purpose. He would not acknowledge it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 3:43 pm
One Rocket amongst the group was clueless to the meaning of the alarm, as Frost and Izaya had been. Claire, still a grunt at this point, stepped out of a nearby room and into the hallway, watching the fleeing Rockets in bewilderment. It didn't take long to catch what was going on, however, as she heard an agent explain to someone else nearby. The police had found the outpost? Well crap, that was just lovely.
Within moments she had a Pikachu on her shoulder, a bright orange Growlithe on the floor to her right, and a striped Glaceon on her left. Her Pidgeot remained in her ball for now, because really, a nearly 7 foot tall bird wasn't helpful in small hallways. The black-haired young woman joined the fleeing members outside the hall, but instead of running too she was moving at a walking pace, keeping an eye out behind them to see when the police would show up. This was just perfect; her day off and she just had to visit the outpost, and the police just had to bust in.
She passed a door just as the cries of two pokemon met her ears, and she turned to look just as Alexina bounded in towards the other Glaceon with an excited "churrr!" Claire's brows furrowed momentarily, more out of confusion from the situation than anything else. "Frost? What're you doing here?" Well, not like it really mattered, anyway - who was that young man in the room also? Whatever, that didn't matter much either - the only thing that did matter was to escape unharmed and deal as much damage to the cops as they possibly could with what they had. And a broken broomstick was better than nothing, she supposed.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:43 pm
Cops? Already? And on his first visit here, too. Izaya couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with him, but decided not to bring it up. Now was neither the time nor the place, and if any of the others suspected he was involved, they'd probably blame the incident on him as well. Not how he saw how they could - he had just been following orders. Still, people were prone to throwing around blame and especially prone to using the newbie as the scapegoat.
Heeding the agent's advice and following Frost's example, Izaya took out the single pokeball from his pocket and pressed the button. He'd hoped it hadn't come to this, but he seemed to have no choice. "Celty," he addressed the sleepy Spiritomb that emerged. She seemed to have been taking a nap prior to his summons. "Help the other pokemon keep the cops back."
The dark ghost looked at him blankly; her expression void of the menace or malice her dark counterpart possessed. Noticing Persephone, Celty seemed surprised and looked back at Izaya, clueless.
His face fell. "Don't look at me that way. Just...do something. I don't know. What do you know how to do?" As he had just recently obtained the Spiritomb, he had yet to completely understand or witness the full extent of her powers. As it was, he hardly seemed to know how to command her at all. Like a trainer with too few badges, Izaya seemed at a loss as to how to get his pokemon to understand him. Frost had made it look so easy.
"You," he said, pointing at Celty, "Fight. Out. There," he told her slowly, pointing toward the corridor, where Rockets continued to scramble about. His pokemon gave him a curious look. People, he could understand. He enjoyed predicting their actions and figuring out how their logic worked. Pokemon, though...he didn't find them near as interesting or easy to control. Even despite the fact that the stupid creatures seemed to live to follow human orders.
'Out there?' She asked him, unaware that he could not understand her. 'Why don't you? You've got a weapon, don't you?' While Celty was more than willing to fight to defend herself, Izaya's instructions were less than detailed and at the moment she wasn't very willing to go out blindly and strike at random people or pokemon. She still didn't understand the jist of what was going on.
With a sigh, the frustrated grunt gestured to Persephone. "Just do whatever that one does," he told her finally, figuring that if they were the same kind of pokemon, they would have the same type of moves. He himself already had his flick blade out, searching for where Frost had gone off to. Celty, abandoned by her trainer, didn't seem to have anything better to do and, thus, followed his general instructions.
There - Izaya spotted Frost breaking off the head of a broom, leaving him with a splintered pole. The blonde turned to address him, and he smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "Might have been...if I wasn't so involved." Fights weren't his thing. He liked starting them and watching them, but actually being a part of them was something else completely. Others might have called it cowardice, but Izaya liked to think of it as self-preservation. At the moment, however, he somehow had the feeling that his best chances of survival rested with the platinum blonde and his splintered stick.
He watched Frost carefully; partially because he wanted to watch the guy fight with his makeshift weapon and partially because he wasn't going to let him leave the outpost in his van without him. As he waited for the man to make his move, however, he noticed a small hesitation. "Something wrong?" he asked, more accusatory than concerned. His blade rested in his palm in his pocket, concealed for the moment, but ready if needed. If Frost was going to be slow about the process, Izaya wondered if maybe he should be the one leading the way instead. Even if he was unfamiliar with the outpost, it wouldn't have been too difficult for him to navigate back the way they had come.
Oh? Who was this? Someone had said Frost's name. A friend of his? "Hello," he greeted briefly. "Mind telling me what we're supposed to do beside run around like chickens with our heads cut off?" Izaya asked the dark-haired woman. "They said to get our pokemon out to fight, but it seems to me the best course of action would be to run. We came here in a van, and I'd like to get out that way, but Frosty-chan here seems to have his own plans."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:04 pm
Above them they could hear heavy footfalls, and the agent that had warned them glanced up and swore under his breath. It sounded like the police were advancing.
"Those bastards knew the pass code and were able to get in easily. They've been planning this."
The howls and barks of Growlithe were soon heard echoing in the stairwells and down the halls.
"Dammit, get going! See if you can hold them off!" And with that, the agent took off to help coordinate the evacuation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 1:24 am
"Knew the code?" Frost echoed. "Well that is unfortunate. I wonder if we have another 'Will' among our ranks." Well at least Claire was here; he'd never seen her in action but she had the air about her of a competent young woman... There was that Pikachu of hers though; he didn't trust the filthy beast on inch, nor even one millimetre. Still, he supposed it would be foolish to turn his nose up at assistance of any sort now, and she was more reassuring than Izaya in any case. Whatever skills he might have been brought into Team Rocket for, it seemed talent as a trainer was not amongst them.
Turning to Claire, Frost pursed his lips. "I was here to fetch parts for the garages. Now it seems priorities have shifted... Growlithe. Why did it have to be Growlithe?" Skiron would really suffer against the fire types, and they could easily melt ice he put on the ground. Still, perhaps the element of surprise would make it useful for a few moments, and at least the humans would be susceptible to ice.
Frost turned then to include Izaya in his words too... Mmm, it would be entertaining to see him die, but at the moment he could probably be of some use. Besides, vengeance was a dish best served cold. “Running around madly will not help us,” he said with a shake of his head. “We shall retreat in a calm, orderly manner sowing as much confusion and chaos amongst the police as possible. Once we get outside we shall make for the car, Claire you may join us if you need to. So long as we get under way before the police catch up, I shall have little difficulty leaving them behind. Mmh. If you thought my driving was ‘efficient’ before, perhaps that will entertain you too Izaya Orihara... And not much is wrong, just a little discomfort left from being slammed into a giant mechanical Aridos recently; I did mention the incident to you on the way here. You need not concern yourself though, I will not allow it to hinder me.”
As the press of Rockets thinned, Frost stepped out into the corridor once more with his rather pathetic weapon in hand. What did he think he was going to do with it, honestly? He had no skill with a staff, or any kind of close combat at all really. Perhaps it was more for show, or more for his own peace of mind. Perhaps he was just turning into a cave man again, but at least this time he was planning to hit people with a vaguely civilized item rather than a branch.
As Frost moved out into the hall, so too did his pokemon. Skiron greeted the other Glaceon with a brief nod but no more; there wasn’t time for more. There were enemies coming, and he was weak to the ones he could hear. He couldn’t let his friend down. Once it seemed that no more Rockets were coming, the pale-furred ice type coated the floor just past the corner they had been running around in ice. With luck, the enemies would race around the bend and not see it until it was too late.
For her part, Persephone floated up into the air and drifted slowly forward; the excitement was almost too much to bear! They would wait though, yes, they would wait for the prey to come run into their trap... Humm, another Spiritomb? Interesting. she informed Celty
Frost nodded slightly in satisfaction at his pokemon’s actions; he had known he could rely on Skiron, but it was good to see Persephone waiting rather than charging ahead and spoiling everything. “Unless anyone has anything to add,” he murmured to his companions, “I suggest we advance gradually in the opposite direction now... That was a joke, of sorts. Anyway. Slowly enough to give the others a chance, but quickly enough to give us a chance too, humm? I have a feeling we shall be outnumbered.” He did have a sense of humour, it just wasn’t the same as Izaya’s... How foolish of him to be preoccupied by that when he might be killed or arrested within the next few minutes. Surely that foolishness proved that he was human after all?
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 1:44 am
'Frosty-chan'? She didn't like this kid already. Oh well, no time for in-depth first impression judging. And what should they do? The question elicited a derisive snort from the young woman, adding after Frost's statements, "you have a brain. Use it." She wasn't about to stand there and lecture an idiot about what he should or shouldn't be doing in an emergency.
The blond man's replies garnered a nod in acknowledgment as she stepped further into the hall. Alexina bounced past Skiron and, following his example, also helped coat the tiling in ice. Claire glanced down at the pair thoughtfully. Hopefully the cops wouldn't notice, considering ice's transparent qualities, but it was best to retreat all the same. Turning back to the pair as she headed towards the same exit the other Rockets had fled to, she continued to speak while motioning for Artemis to follow. "That's alright, I feel better up in the air. I'll fly back. Better hurry, though; I don't know about you two but I've no intentions of going to jail." Not today or any other day, that was for sure. Xina watched her owner turn and walk towards the exit, though she proceeded more slowly, spreading more ice as she walked backwards.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 8:19 am
Pass code? Izaya wondered what sort of pass code the cops may have used to get in. As far as he could tell through Frost's actions, they had required a Rocket pokedex and to speak their names. Then again, it seemed that those had merely been verification so the grunt on the opposite side could allow them through. One question led to more and the brunette decided to put those thoughts aside for now. They'd get to the bottom of what had happened once the they were out of the way of the threat at hand.
Scrutinizing Claire with a glance, the young man took a mental picture in order to find out more about her later. A grunt with pink highlights had to be interesting. Even if she was rather vicious in her retort. It was probably just the stress of the situation. Or maybe she was really close to Frost, and perhaps even jealous...? Ah, well. He'd find out soon enough.
He smirked mirthlessly as Frost gave commands as to what they would do. It wasn't as self-preserving as the route Izaya would have normally gone, but he supposed as part of a team, he didn't have much choice. Besides, if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was causing chaos and confusion. He clasped his hands together and his grin broadened in anticipation. "Sounds like a plan to me." Now if only he knew how to use his pokemon.
"A giant mechanical Aridos," he repeated with an incredulous sneer. "Right, with the Seed Flare attack. You didn't mention you were still suffering from the injuries, though. Maybe next time you could give me a better idea of the damage than just 'a little discomfort'." Whether Frost chose to allow it to hinder him or not, Izaya wasn't that stupid. He knew the man would only worsen his injuries if he kept on the way he was. "I have an idea, Frost. Why don't you command the pokemon, since I obviously have no skill with that, and I'll stay in front? Just watch our backs, and I'll make sure the way is clear ahead." He stepped in front of the older grunt, his switch blade out. "This might be better defense than a splintered broom handle."
When they stepped out into the hall, Izaya surveyed their surroundings for enemy pokemon and officers as their own pokemon followed after them. Frost's Glaceon immediately set to work, freezing the ground past the corner. "Nice," he remarked, admiring the ice-type's handiwork. Not that he knew if Skiron could even understand his compliment, or care.
Celty, meanwhile, was listening attentively to Persephone. She flinched at the mention of being shut away from the world again. The first time had been long enough. She didn't like attacking innocent people, but if her freedom was at stake and she didn't have to seriously injure them...maybe she could just cripple them long enough to hold them back. 'I understand,' she told the black and yellow Spiritomb. 'I'll do my best.' Hypnosis...yes, that would do. She would wait until the targets came into view. If the sight of the two dark/ghost types weren't enough to scare the oncoming invaders, Celty got ready to use Shadow Sneak to drive them back. For those who continued to advance close enough, she would make use of Hypnosis.
"Fly? You've got wings, now?" Izaya shot back over his shoulder. It hadn't occurred to him that she might have owned a giant bird pokemon large enough to carry her. Once again, he was admiring the sparkling trail left by a Glaceon, this time striped and belonging to Claire.
"What a fitting time to be making a joke, Frosty-chan," Izaya murmured dryly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I really don't know why we're waiting until we're outnumbered, but I suppose you're the one with the most experience in this case. I'll do what you say. Just don't get killed, okay?" Despite their grim situation, he couldn't help but appreciate the minor bit of foolishness Frost expressed.
((EDIT: Added stuff. Sorry, BFK, I don't know how, but some how I had missed your post!))
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