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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:00 pm
"Agent Panther. I'd shake but I'm not sure there is a part of me not covered in mud and swamp monster scum. Yes, the higher ups are a pain to deal with, but they aren't all bad I supose. Someone has to keep this place running, and we do dangerous work." he fiddles with his fork, hands twitching, but the rest of his body exhausted still. The coffee wasn't kicking in as fast as he had hoped. "After all I suspect you didn't get out of under fire with out them."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:33 pm
"Agent Panther..." the trainee repeated, chuckling thoughtfully. "How original. And really, no need to apologize; I'm not really one for muddy handshakes either."
Nodding vaguely in agreement with Panther's talk of the higher-ups, he shrugged, not really interested in acknowledging all the things they did for the lower Rockets just now. He was still sore about the way Seth had treated him, but he wasn't about to say that aloud; particularly not to an agent he just met.
"Actually, they were of no help whatsoever on that particular mission," he murmured, closing his book. It was clear he wasn't going to get much reading done with Panther around, and he didn't much feel like it, either. "I was sent to the outpost to get liquid soap for the bathrooms here. Nothing more. It just so happened that on that day the police officers of Camphoreon decided to break into the outpost. No one was prepared for what we had to face."
"It was pretty much every man for himself. I admit I probably would have been lost had it not been for Grunt Frost and Grunt Claire, reluctant as they were to help me." A slow smile appeared on his lips. "I'm sure either of them would have been more than happy to have left me behind if they weren't such loyal members of Team Rocket."
He yawned, already feeling a little sleepy. "So...Panthy-pyon...what kind of work did you say you did again?" Nakura asked, turning his body halfway to face the agent. "Catching swamp monsters, was it...? Is that what you do on a regular basis?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:48 pm
He yawned in response, echoing the sleepy statement. "I admit we could work on the team work thing." he moused a moment to think. "Panthy pyon, huh?" he decided to drop the subject. "Now that's a new nickname. Actually Panther was a nickname I picked up back in middle school... heh, anyway, I do the swamp monster thing on my free time. The desert heat gets to me after a while. The only thing I don't like about the HQ's placement is the desert."
He picked up the last of his soup and slurped it down, not caring that it wasn't the best manners.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:47 am
"What a coincidence~" the trainee replied in a sing-songy tone. "I picked up the name 'Nakura' from middle school as well." He neglected to mention that he had taken it from a fellow middle school classmate and that he had used the name to blackmail the true Nakura so that the guy had to change his legal name from Nakura to something else. As far as Izaya was concerned, he owned that man. He had tried to stab him after all, and Izaya had taken the fall for him after he'd ended up stabbing another student on accident.
"How do you think we could work on the teamwork thing? What aspect needs to be worked on, in your opinion?" Orihara asked. "I think the fact that they saved me even though they hated me says that they care a great deal about looking out for their teammates, don't you? Or do you disagree?"
Ignoring the slurping of the soup, he paused in thought, frowning, and inclined his head. "I was just going to ask about that. What is the 'swamp monster thing' exactly, and how do you manage to find a swamp out in the desert? Do you drive elsewhere in Kodo?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 5:49 pm
"You know, you sure ask a lot of questions." he let out another smaller yawn. "Right now is not a great time to ask me all those things, I'm tired. I may have driven the last half of the way back, but I wound up walking more then I had hoped through a lot of mud. Stupid pidgey." his hand slipped momenarily to his belt, flicking one of the poke'balls hanging there.
"Anyway, it's good that they saved you, but I need some time to think about how we can make it better, but I think part of it might just be some more manditory group drills. But hell, this is a criminal organization, not exactly the place to have ideals, eh?" he shrugged and stared down into his coffee cup head nodding forward and then he shook himself. "I think that I'm gonna fall asleep here if I don't get up."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:54 pm
"Ah, yes; I've been told that," the informant chuckled. "Sorry. I suppose it's just my insatiable curiosity stemming from back when I was an info broker of Camphoreon," he apologized. "I understand completely. Please, go right ahead and finish your meal. You must be aching to get into bed." He cocked an eyebrow at the mention of pidgey, but decided against asking about it. Like Agent Panther had said, he was asking a lot of questions for such a late hour, and Izaya was feeling rather drowsy himself. Time to head to bed soon.
"So true," he answered in response to Panther's mention of the criminal organization having ideals. "You and me both." The slender man rose from his seat, book in hand. "Best be getting our beauty sleep. Good night, Panther-puu. Nice talking to you." With a wink and a two-fingered salute, Izaya took the book he'd been reading and left the cafeteria, headed for the Trainee dorms.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:05 pm
Information broker? He had to wonder just a little at that, but he chose not to ask about it. That was intresting,he didn't sound much like a fighting type. Panther didn't mind. Information was very useful, as long as Nakura stayed out of his privet life.
"Panther-puu?" he grinned, an odd nickname, yes, but it had a nice ring to it. "Good night." as soon as he finished eating he went to his own room for a shower, a greeting from a hyper Charmander and bed.
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