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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 7:49 pm
Did this guy not know when to quit? He would have been better off ending it with the 'Yes, sir,' but instead started asking pointless questions, which just added to the executive's growing agitation.
"You're in no position to complain, grunt!" Seth snapped at the punk who, in his mind, resembled a yappy Lilipup that wouldn't shut up. However, he decided to answer the idiot's question as he released him yet again. "You'll only need to move if I feel like demoting you, and if you don't leave my sight and report to your previous training instructor this instant, I will. Just tell him I sent you, and you're repeating basic training." This all said in a very gruff and snarling voice that truly showed the executive meant business.
That training instructor would likely know right away what was going on as soon as Seth's name was mentioned. This wasn't the first grunt he was sending back for a repeat course.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 10:15 pm
Phew. So he wasn't demoted then, at least. Not yet, anyway. Just...extra training. Fun. Maybe he could still find his old trainee clothes somewhere so he didn't feel so conspicuous wearing the grunt uniform while doing basic training with trainees. Maybe that's what Seth had in mind, but so long as it wasn't mentioned as an order, Izaya figured he could work his way around it.
"Complaining? Who said anything about complaining?" he asked, instantly perking up once again. He hoped to keep his feet planted firmly on the ground this time, though. "Understood. I just have oooone more, tiny question," he added meekly. In contrast to Seth's gruff voice, it was almost comical. "...Is it okay to call you Seth-ou?"
Just in case, the shorter man had already started backing off, making sure to at least be out of reach as he asked his question. "It just seems to fit you better~"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:16 pm
This kid had a mouth on him, there was no denying that. And once again the grunt was unable to shut it. Even Beta was starting to back away from its master as it detected the visible signs of rage on Seth's face. However, the Porygon-Z didn't get far, for Seth's hand quickly reached out and grabbed it by a wing. In the next instant the Pokemon was hurled through the air, and sent tumbling right at the cheeky idiot's head.
"YOU'RE DEMOTED, NAKURA!" Seth roared in his fury, the man having to hold himself back from his strong desire to kill the insolent grunt, now trainee. "And you can forget about promotion until I personally give approval! Your next offense will land you in the brig!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 5:41 pm
"Ah!" Someone was having a definitive temper tantrum. Izaya caught himself just in time to keep from falling as he was struck by the pokemon projectile. By now, though, the dexterous man had learned from the previous two attacks and managed to avoid a direct collision with the Porygon-Z.
"Temper, temper!" the grunt-now-demoted-to-trainee warned. "You're going to give yourself a heart-attack if you keep that up, 'sir'." He crossed his arms and cocked his head. "Besides, you didn't answer my question. How am I supposed to learn if I don't know the correct answers to my questions?" His smile became bitter and he kept a steady tone. Izaya met his superior's blue eyes with his narrowed crimson ones. "And it doesn't really help my memory if I'm repeatedly getting hit in the head." He rubbed the spot Beta had his him to emphasize his point.
Two months. Another two whole months, sweaty and gasping while he forced his way through brainless, tedious obstacle courses and was put though grueling, rigorous, boring exercises that were probably thought up by a brawn-loving idiot who put muscles over mind-power. Trainee Nakura was not amused at all. All he could think of was, How much worse can the brig be compared to basic training? He had done this much damage. Might as well go the whole ten yards.
"Seth-ou, I'm just trying to be respectful. Don't I deserve some kind of warning before I get pokemon flug at me?" he asked, continuing to back off as he got ready to run back to the elevators. "That's a very lovey complexion you've got there, by the way. What's that cosmetics' color called? 'Blushing Maiden'?" With a harsh bark of a laugh, Orihara turned heel and high-tailed it out of there. "Don't worry, I can find my way to the brig on my own~" he called cheerily over his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:11 pm
Seth was livid. He was beyond livid, but by now the executive knew this smart a** trainee was just toying with him. He seethed inwardly, wishing to rip out Izaya's tongue and feed it to his Luxray. Speaking of which... Seth's hand moved towards his belt as he saw the tell tale signs of the smaller man who was about to bolt.
The impact with Izaya didn't harm the tough Porygon-Z, who simply wobbled in the air, its eyes rolling around in its head dizzily.
The Executive's eyes narrowed dangerously at the continued comments, but this time there was no verbal reply. As soon as the grunt took off, a pokeball was tossed. "Raiden! Thunderwave!"
A blast of paralyzing electricity was instantly shot in Izaya's direction, which came from a snarling shiny Luxray who was in pursuit. Seth wasn't about to let him get away.
By now though, the commotion had attracted the attention of many a Rocket on the tech floor. Some had stopped to gawk, while others quickly went on their way to avoid getting caught up in the incident.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:33 pm
The jolt of electricity that coursed through the trainee's body sent him sprawling across the smooth floor, causing him to fall forward and hit his chin hard on the ground. The impact was enough to make him accidentally bite his tongue, and Trainee Nakura was soon tasting his own blood. In a fit of disgust, he spat a mix of the red liquid and his saliva on the ground before him, mentally cursing as he discovered that was all he could manage. His body wouldn't move.
He couldn't glance behind him either - not even to witness the impending doom he felt advancing upon him. Others seemed to be intent upon watching, however. Despite it all - the three small bumps on his head, the wounds to his dignity, the demotion, the months of basic training ahead, and the brig sentence - Izaya forced himself to smile. At least he had proved this Seth was human, and oh, how he loved humans.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:51 pm
A smirk of satisfaction crossed Seth's face when the trainee hit the floor. Raiden skidded to a stop and stood over Nakura, growling and his legs sparking menacingly.
There was the sound of boots against the polished floor, as Seth walked towards Izaya. The man stood over him for a moment and snorted, before aiming a kick at his side.
"I'll be escorting you," Seth said dryly before reaching down to grab the back of the man's jacket and lift him up. Whether or not Izaya could walk due to the paralysis, Seth intended to do just that, even if it meant dragging him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 7:05 pm
Izaya steadied his breathing. The pokemon beside him was somewhat unsettling, especially knowing that it had been the one responsible for his paralysis and moreso knowing that it was probably owned by a very angry executive. Still, he was determined to keep calm.
Human footsteps advanced and Trainee Nakura grit his grinning teeth as he was kicked, grunting in pain. A glint sparked in his eye that most probably couldn't see due to his position, but had they been able to, one might have gotten the impression that Izaya was silently daring his abuser to kick him again. He was behaving like a masochist, refusing to allow Seth the satisfaction of realizing his agony. Worse so than the pain of his injuries was the feeling of helplessness that affected him as throughly as the paralysis, from head to toe. He was at Seth's mercy now, and the executive knew it.
Izaya tensed harder as he was grabbed by the hood of his jacket. It was his favorite jacket, and he sincerely hoped Seth wouldn't get it ripped in the process of his rough-housing. He was sorely tempted to spit the blood and saliva mixture the was pooling in his mouth at the executive's hand, but he wasn't at a proper angle to do so and he needed to keep a calm mind. Calmer than the hot-headed higher-up, at least.
"Don't tear it," he tried to utter with a small smirk, annoyed by the fact that he couldn't wipe away the trickle of blood that was now streaming out the corner of his lips. He couldn't feel his limbs yet...not that he felt like testing them. Even if he was going to suffer a long, uncomfortable trip being dragged, even if the paralysis wore off, he preferred to allow Seth the labor of moving his limp body rather than doing so himself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 7:53 pm
Seth just snorted at the request to not tear the jacket as he dragged the paralyzed trainee across the floor and into the elevator. The rage seemingly was now being kept hidden behind a stone faced expression as they took the elevator to the proper floor where the brig was located. Both Beta and Raiden following dutifully, the latter's glaring eyes never leaving Izaya as he watched him closely.
Stepping out onto the right floor, the dragging commenced again until they reached the brig. The guard there didn't say a word and merely saluted as the Executive came through with a Rocket in tow. No questions were asked during these situations.
Reaching an empty cell, Nakura was promptly tossed inside after Seth ripped the jacket off of him. Once the door was shut and locked, the executive leveled him with that same stoney look as he effortlessly ripped the hood from the jacket and then walked away with it wordlessly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:19 pm
As he was dragged into the elevator, Izaya tried to relax and 'enjoy the ride' as he carefully watched the elevator numbers change, completely ignoring the stupidly obedient pokemon beside him. From BF4 to BF3...all the way to BF1, where the description on the wall of the elevator included, 'Detention Facilities'. Naturally, Orihara took this to mean or include this so-called 'brig'. Well, at the very least he knew what floor he was on.
Some more uncomfortable dragging later, Izaya found himself tugged past the guard at the entrance. He stuck his tongue out and winked at the guard as they passed, quite forgetting that his tongue was bleeding and that the sight might have been somewhat more disturbing than intended. He tested his fingers. Good; they were working. His legs still felt as heavy as lead, though.
As they at last reached the destined cell, Orihara yelped as he was tossed inside, dramatizing the separation of him from his jacket. "My a** is sore," he complained to Seth in a particularly annoying tone. "After dragging me all that way, you won't even let me have my jacket to cushion my butt on this cold, hard floor?"
He was answered with the ripping of his hoodie right before his eyes. The former informant sulked and slumped against his wall, his expression cross. "That was entirely unnecessary," he called to Seth as the executive walked away. "What a childish display. You do the one thing I ask you not to, even when I ask nicely, and yet you expect subordination from your teammates. How is that fair at all, Seth-ou?" He sighed theatrically. "And my pokemon is in the right pocket! What will happen to her while I'm away?"
Distressed as he kept his tone, Izaya was secretly very pleased with himself. In the time it had taken to go from the guard to the cell, he had slowly managed to retrieve his flick-blade from his pocket and keep his fist closed tightly around it even when Seth had stripped him of his jacket. He was confident Celty would be well taken-care of and fed; perhaps even better than he could do himself. She was, after all technically Team Rocket property. By pretending to be concerned for her, however, he had hoped to avoid the suspicion that he had been hiding anything else in his pockets. Or the fact that he had managed to retrieve it while Seth had silently been seething.
While the executive had sadly learned that dignifying Izaya's back-talk with a response really did no good, the demoted trainee felt confident in his abilities to get to Seth. It may not have done him much good now, but he thought he might have been able to use it in the future, if and when he managed to get revenge for his coat, humiliation of being helpless and the head injuries that had been inflicted upon him. "Bye-bye, Seth-kun," he whispered silently, uttering a low chuckle as his cut tongue stung. "'Til we meet again."
He glanced down at his flick-blade, finally able to make full use of his whole arm. He played with the knife, tempted to use it in an attempt to escape, but decided he had landed himself in enough trouble for one day. Besides, he didn't want it confiscated right away; he needed to keep boredom at bay for the long days ahead.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:32 pm
Seth said not a word. The moron could rot in here for all eternity for all he cared. And judging from Nakura's persistence, he probably would. Seth wasn't about to let him out to continue his training until he managed at least some improvement, and he would have to make even more to reach the rank of grunt again.
He really didn't care. So long as he didn't have to listen to the idiot.
There was the slamming of a door, and the executive was gone.
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