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 Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:42 pm
[Dith]
Rosie curtseyed when he asked her name, that introduced himself. offering her polite greeting before she replied.
"Its a pleasure to meet you Dith, and Viktor. My name is Rosie Ewell, I'm from Camphoreon. and this is my partner Vany'n" A light gesture with her hand was indicated toward the Vaporeon next to her, who chimed up as well with a gentle purr. The girl straightened up again, looking excited.
"So you battle? well, maybe after the contest is over I will search you out for a battle than, I would love to see Mr. Viktor in action."
She knew that contests were not for everyone, but it was neat to meet someone with such a pretty pokemon.
Looking up at the tall man, having to tilt her head back quite a bit. but she just continued to smile
"But I hope we can impress you with our performance today!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:49 pm
Impressed with his superior's handling of the questions in a knowledgeable and timely manner, Grunt Nakura grinned and sat back in his seat, nodding his head in confirmation. He liked this Elite Agent already; she had both energy and efficiency. As for their other commanding agent...
Noticing the pair of grumpy green eyes that glared at the passengers through the rear-view mirror, Izaya smirked. He held up a hand to give a tiny, cheery wave with his fingers at the unhappy-seeming man. He remembered him well. Someone who had a connection with Aila, though he had yet to find out exactly what connection that was.
Turning his crimson gaze back toward the white puff of hair, Nakura watched as she withdrew some tiny objects out of a sack and claimed them to be ear pieces. He listened attentively and observed as he did best. It was one of the rare times he kept his mouth shut. With the way Nyx worded things, it sounded as though they planned to give up their stealth after all - at least when it wouldn't matter anymore.
Smiling around at his companions, the black-haired grunt studied them carefully. Most he recognized; the pink-haired girl he did not. However, she did look a great deal like the person Saleen's Zorua had portrayed once before in a rec room. Lennyka he had met in the same rec room for a few minutes, but that had been enough.
With his brief surveying of his fellow members complete, Orihara turned to the Rocket he currently knew best out of the ones in the van. Xander's mind didn't seem to be completely with them. He caught the young man's smile, but Izaya felt it was half-hearted. Something troubling was definitely on his mind. "Don't worry," the older grunt teased. "We'll be back soon enough, and you can run back to your precious Frosty-chan." he whispered.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:59 pm
Taking a microphone set from Nyx, Asch took a moment to place the earpiece... on his ear. His long hair easily hiding the device from view as he draped one red lock over it. Withdrawing his Rocketdex, he plugged in the microphone in a marked slot before replacing the device to its concealed location on the back of his belt. There was no reaction to the cheery wave from Izaya in the back, Asch pretending he hadn't even seen it.
"No ma'am," he replied bluntly to Nyx's question, and opened the door so that he could step out and paused, taking a moment to stretch his limbs from the long drive. He agent hoping that it would cause the others to follow suit so that they could get on with this mission.
Again he took a glance around, waiting for Nyx's go ahead to proceed before shutting the door and walking away from the van. It would only take a few minutes to breach the perimeter of the city. There, the Rockets being met with the city that rose high above them. It seemed that the only means of getting upward towards the stadium, was a long spiral staircase that was carved into a tree, or an elevator that was currently being held up somewhere near the top. Unless you wanted to get creative of course.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:59 pm
[Rosie]
"Ah, a leeeetle bit," Dith gestured a very 'leetle' amount by holding his thumb and forefinger a short distance apart, "we used to quite a lot, but then life got rather busy and it kind of tailed off. Over the last few months though we have been getting back into the swing of things." A lot of things had started to slide back into place over the last few months, starting with sanity and moving through things like a normal sleep pattern and so on. Shifting the hang on his satchel Dith peered along the three lines thoughtfully. "Looks like trainers go over that way?" he murmured more to himself than anything else. "Still," he shrugged, "no rush for me, it's not like it is an issue if I get a seat at the back after all!" Sitting in the back row was only polite, but it did make it difficult to see what was going on if the stage was a long way off. Still, at a big thing like this there would probably be display screens so it shouldn't be too big a problem.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:01 pm
It wasn't every day that such an enticing and exciting event as a Pokemon Contest occurred, so why not participate? It did, after all, seem to be a pastime of the main regions to hold contests such as this one, and as such, to both learn more about Kodo and feel more accustomed to it, Guy made his executive decision to take part in this day's event. He had never heard much about contests on the Grande Isle, and so he wasn't terribly sure what exactly the contest consisted of. Hopefully he would figure that out soon, though, for the time of the contest was slowly drawing near.
Guy gazed about in wonder at the enormous city before him. It was definitely different from Camphoreon, and was almost nothing like the cities on the Isle. It was completely foreign. Luckily, he found his way to the Contest Hall in a short matter of time, and so he lingered about, waiting for the event to start. His attire, while seemingly strange to most, was his normal garb, complete with sword and hilt. He made a conscious effort to try and look formal, but it didn't end up terribly well, so he had to default to his regular clothes, which he didn't mind. At his shoulder was his Pokemon of choice for the contest [as well as his only Pokemon], Anonymes. The little Litwick hovered nervously at his master's shoulder, and Guy smiled at the small Ghost. "Don't worry, Anon, you'll do fine. It's a learning experience, whether you win or lose. And if you happen to win, then that works, too!"
After that reassuring pep talk, Guy proceeded to scan the crowd for any faces he might possibly recognize. Of course, he hadn't exactly met enough people in Kodo to spot one out of a random crowd. Somehow, though, it seemed that fate was on his side this day, for he spotted a fair ways away the familiar blonde hair of someone he actually knew. Imagine that! He quickly walked over to greet his acquaintance.
"Why, miss Rosie! Fancy meeting you here. I didn't think we'd run into each other again so soon!" He smiled at the young woman, then look up in slight surprise to see a... very tall man close by, whom Rosie seemed to have been talking to. Guy blinked, then remembered his manners and greeted the man. "Good day." All the while, little Anonymes hid behind his master's head, peeking out to look at the strangers cautiously.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:02 pm
Callista took note of the ear pieces being handed around, and at the way that one grunt - hadn't he been demoted a few months back? - kept looking around. She was fairly sure that no-one here recognized her, unless they knew her appearance from all of the times that dratted Zorua of Saleen's imitated her. Annoying little little thing; she hoped that it got put in its place someday.
She didn't plan on teaming up with anyone during this particular raid, but she did mentally acknowledging that a partner could potentially be useful. It didn't matter, though - no matter how useful it was a foolish move to try and partner with someone when you didn't know anything about them, and since she had never really interacted with any of the Rockets around her, it simply wouldn't be an option.
She kept her mouth shut and her gaze focused as she ran through her mental checklist yet again. Misa, Tasanee, Eden and Hubert were all with her. Misa would likely be the most useful, with Tasanee a close second. Eden worked hard but she was still only an Eevee and thus had limited options. Hubert... well, he was Hubert and she would only bring him out if flying types were desperately needed for some reason.
The pink-haired grunt maintained her silence for the moment; there was no reason for her to initiate a conversation, after all - she had work to do, and having casual conversations was not a part of it. Taking her own, she assembled it and climbed out.
Well.
How should she do this?
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:12 pm
Xander jotted down the questions and answers real quick on a notepad he had brought just in case. He didn't want to end up forgetting something if he started to have too many issues with the height of the town. He smiled at Nyx and looked at the pieces he apparently needed to use. They would probably look 'interesting' but on well, it was a good idea after all. He quickly took a set and put them in their proper places. Before looking around at the others and mentally figuring out who all he knew.
His eyes darted over at Izaya and he slightly frowned with a blush. "Not what I'm worrying about in the slightest." Although he did with Frost was here, maybe the Agent would have been able to help him keep his calm. At least with his mind now half on the older man at least it wasn't dwelling on where he was going soon.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:12 pm
Lennyka followed suit to find her way outside the van, stretching one arm above her noggin and the other over her mouth to conceal a yawn. Disdain met her face again as she swatted a braid behind her shoulder and turned to Elite Nyx. Her silence was as golden as the locks of a certain girl she was unaware of possibly meeting that day. However, her main concern should have been climbing the heavens on such a so far hellish day.
"Prometheus, maybe." she mumbled, combing a hand over the Pokeball, considering the possibility of lines. People crowds weren't her forte, not with the weakness of impatient legs and tongue. But wouldn't that just draw attention . . . coming in on a Charizard? People might think her a coordinator . . . Oh goodness.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:14 pm
"Well." Nyx opened her door and dangled her legs from the seat before pushing herself out of her seat and landing on the ground. "Get going. There are clothes in the back if you want to dress up for the contest." The elite, dressed in a short sundress, with sandals and a matching bag, waved casually at the rockets as she walked away to the city and the giant tree stadium.
It was up to the Rockets now.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:15 pm
[Dith] [Guy]
Rosie replied with a small giggle, lifting a hand to her lips.
"I'm glad to hear that, its a good idea to have a Pokemon who knows how to defend themselves, especially one as beautiful as Viktor." She nodded firmly at this.
She opened her mouth again to speak, when someone else spoke her name, this time she recognized the voice.
"Huh?" looking around, blue eyes blinking curiously before she caught sight of Guy.
Rosie smiled brightly, she would have guessed he would have stayed behind with Luke in the city.
"Guy! I didn't know you were coming today!" She exclaimed beaming at him.
"And hello Anonymes~"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:24 pm
[Rosie] [Guy]
...Why was there an adolescent with a sword? A puzzled, faintly wary look spread across Dith's face as he inspected the smartly dressed young man. Was it a fake? It looked pretty real, but he couldn't imagine anyone running around openly with a sword. Still, the boy seemed perfectly polite so he supposed the least he could do was extend the same courtesy. "Guy, is it?" he asked, more or less rhetorically as he extended one massive hand for the youth to shake. "My name is Dmitry, call me Dith, and this here is Viktor. Are you here to take part in the contest?" Maybe the sword was part of his act... A sword. He couldn't quite get over the strangeness of it but this was Kodo and he couldn't claim to be familiar with its laws, maybe swords were acceptable around here? Rosie certainly didn't seem to think it was out of place.
Turning back to Rosie, and trying to put offensive weapons out of his head, Dith nodded. "Yes though, he is good at defending himself and me! He's been doing it now for... uh..." the huge man paused to do some maths before concluding; "about thirty seven years? I think. Something close to that anyway, and suffice to say for quite a while!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:34 pm
No sooner had the words left Nyx's lips, that Asch was gone. The other Rockets were moving rather slowly, so he quickly got ahead of them. He had no desire to work with any of them. He preferred to do things on his own. Also, he was wearing his usual outfit of grey, black, and red. Which would actually be rather suitable for the contests.
Knowing that it would look more natural to have a Pokemon out and walking around, the red head took out a ball and pressed the release. "Tyke, stay close," he told the Zorua, who just blinked and climbed his way to his master's shoulder.
The young man had quickly disappeared, already well up the stairs just as the other Rockets were getting into the city. By this time, the elevator seemed to be on the move to other levels.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:39 pm
Guy happily took the larger man's massive hand and shook it. What was with this guy? He was a virtual behemoth! A regular titan! Guy attempted to maintain a steady composure as he released the giant's grip. He did not fail to catch the slightly cautious look in the other man's eyes. It took a moment of mediation for Guy to come to the realization that perhaps most people around here had never seen someone carry around a sword at the sides like it was nothing. To Guy, of course, it was nothing. It was a part of him, nothing more, nothing less. Other people might not be too keen on the idea of sharp, pointy things that could make someone bleed, though, and he respected that. Better to keep it sheathed, just in case.
"Dith, hm? Pleasure to meet you, sir. It seems you are already acquainted with miss Rosie. And... Viktor, you said its name was?" Guy glanced up at the Espeon around Dith's shoulders. It was truly gorgeous, and Guy was sure it would do very well in the contest. He smiled at Rosie. "I didn't know you would be here, either! I had only just heard about these contests, so I thought that I might as well give it a whirl. Who knows? Maybe Anonymes will have a talent for it." At the mention of his name, the Litwick poked his head out from behind his master's hair and looked about. Who were all of these people and Pokemon? What were they all doing here? Are they friendly? The Ghost Pokemon only vaguely recognized Rosie, and so he only gave her a small wave before retreated back to the safety of his master's hair.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:42 pm
"Alright," Len spoke openly, considering a lovely Tepig as company as it popped from its Pokeball and magnetized its portly form to the back of her dome. She too embarked on her lonesome, the itch of her own clothing bothering her. She wished she could just frolic around in her uniform . . .
Lennyka remained a distance away from Asch, having taken her departure to the elevator instead of unruly stairs. Of course, there remained a group of on-goers there . . . but the glasses adorned face made it evident these people were NOT going to get in her way. A game of billiards was played with the wonderful men in line and one at a time they were defeated. Her wonderful billiard stick of a leg worked wonders when they didn't know how to move. In no time, she slipped her dainty form in the lunchbox and tapped at impatient foot at the doors dinged shut.
How long would this take?
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:43 pm
Up in the tree-stadium, among the throng of people, was a tattoo'd girl with icy blue hair. There was a bag slung over her shoulder, and she walked from speaker, to microphones, to PCs, to monitors, checking up on the machines and tweaking whatever needed to be tweaked. A pair of black and white Beldum followed close behind the girl on either side. The robotic pokemon with the single blue eye looked around excitedly, almost overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to see in the crowded building; The orange eyed beldum looked bored and overall unimpressed. They had better things to do than walk around playing with things.
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