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The halls were, for the most part quiet at night, save for the occasional group standing around and talking after the shirt, or laughter from a group inside one of the rooms.
It had grown to be part of the lifestyle in the Agent dorms. Most everyone on this floor were of similar rank, it was the highest gathering of white uniforms you could see in any given place, not that seeing the occasional grunt was unusual or anything.

Gray boots thudded lightly against the hard floor in the hall, making her was through with an identical form walking with a more prominent sway in her stride next to her, while on her other side, Umbreon trotted to keep stride.
It was sometimes easy to tell who the real Faleen from her Zoroark was in the way they walked alone.

It had been a long month, a very long month, Faleen wasn't entirely sure what to make of it yet.
What with facing a new promotion in her department, new exiting opportunities for her, while at the same time... what was going on with her partner? Before too long, if he kept up the way he was, he was going to get himself demoted again, or worse...

Keeping her hazel gaze trailed toward the ground, watching her step as she made her way to where her own room was, lead there by the repetitive habit.
But when Zoroark suddenly paused, her head lifting up as if startled by something, Faleen drew to a stop as well, glancing over to Zoroark, who had her gaze locked on one of the Agent room doors.

Faleen narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at the door. "Zoroark, wha-"
It was Asch's room, and while as she stood there, she could hear screaming coming from the room, hateful, enraged screaming.

It wasn't the only thing that Zoroark had picked up though, as she hurried to the door, and pressed the side of her head to it. She smelled something, smelled someone in there with him.
She recognized the smell.

"ARK!" Zoroark barked, reaching out for the handle and slamming her body against the door to burst in.
Asch was Tyke and Saber's master! two of the pokemon Zoroark herself was closest to, they were part of the pack! if Asch was in trouble, she wasn't going to ignore it. not with the way he was yelling.

When they heard footsteps at the door, the pair of purrloin that had been scouting the room froze in place, ears perked. With a glance at each other, they bounded to the entrance, but not before a pair of agents busted in. At least, what appeared to be a pair of agents.

Mairu and Kururi stared, blinking, bewildered at the sight of two Agent Faleen's. Izaya had told them nothing about stopping anyone who broke in, nor letting him know if someone did. He must have thought that most reasonable Rockets would have avoided taking such drastic measures. The twins, who weren't about to go against a Rocket besides their trainer let alone Izaya's agent partner, were perfectly fine with this. They separated in order to allow both Faleens to pass.

As it turned out, Izaya had anticipated his pokemons' actions once he realized that someone had forced their way in. He stood up from where he had been crouching over Asch, recomposing himself to greet the newcomers. Snatching the broom and dustpan from the door where he had leaned them against, he finished up his sweeping and put them to one side.

"Well, you're going to have to bathe sometime, Asch-kun. Even with that fancy cape I used to protect your clothes, it's common sense to wash your body after a haircut. You never know what little stray hairs could have gone where."

He glanced at the door of the bathroom. "Kind of a bad time for company, but maybe whoever it is can help me undress you. You know very well I can't give you a bath if you wring my neck, silly." With a grin, he went toward the bath faucet and turned it on in order to allow the water to heat up, running his hand under the water.

"Don't you dare!" Asch shouted back at Izaya as Faleen and her duplicate walked in. Cutting his hair was plenty humiliation... but now he was intending to bathe him?!

He then heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Faleen.

"HE'S CRAZY! Get me out of this!" Asch continued to struggle on the floor, the chair rattling against the linoleum as he thrashed about.

It took Faleen a few seconds to register what the hell was going on in front of her, most of it was so bizarre that she wasn't sure it was actually happening.
But as Izaya walked over to try and get the seat Asch was tied to back up onto its legs, Faleen lifted a hand to her mouth, seeing the state of Asch's hair.
It was obvious what Izaya had done now.

"W- What do you think your doing?" Faleen said breathlessly, walking forward to get into the bathroom, helping to get Asch up right and starting to untie him.
"Don't tell you you actually tied him up in here and cut his hair Izaya."
Faleen said, glancing up at Izaya.
Please just tell her he was joking, despite what she saw herself.

Grateful that Faleen took the hint enough to help him out with Asch's chair, Izaya smiled. "Okay. I won't tell you." That smile immediately disappeared the instant the tech Rocket started aiding her fellow agent by attempting to free him from his bonds.

"What do you think you're doing?" he echoed Faleen's own question back at her. "Do you know how long it took me to secure him with those ropes and then double-wrap them with duct tape? That's a lot of material, time, and energy put to waste!" He held his head with both hands, looking as though he were devastated. "And there's also the matter of my life, which will likely be added to the list of wasted resources if you continue to aid him like that."

The man fished out his brand new flick-blade once more, holding out more in preparation to defend himself than anything else. "Hahaha, you think I sounded innocent?" he giggled hysterically. "I must still be a more convincing actor than I thought if I can manage that." Nakura shrugged as he started to back out of the room, still facing the pair.

"Well, I'd love to stay, but seeing as Faleen's gotten everything under control, looks like you don't really need me to be the one to help you undress and shower after all. I mean, I know she's a woman, but as she's the only one who you let help you with your hair at the Halloween party, you must feel some sort of deep kinship with her. Maybe because you're secretly a woman inside, Asch-kun."

The words continued to dance off his tongue as the informant slowly and steadily backed out of the bathroom, nearing the door. "That would explain all the sentimentality and constant PMSing. Well, you girls have fun. Bye now!" And with that, he made a dash for the exit.

Asch eye twitched at Izaya's words, his seething glare following Izaya until he made a run for it. "GET BACK HERE COWARD!" Although his shouts did little good as he could hear Izaya running down the hallway, but Faleen's Pokemon went in pursuit of him. Hopefully they would drag his sorry carcass back in here so he would properly finish what he'd meant to do back in the infirmary!

Finally his arms were freed, but his middle and legs were still tied up. Izaya had done quite a thorough job. And with good reason, considering how angry Asch was. Despite his small size, he was no weakling either.

"No," he replied to Faleen's question. "But I know someone who will be!"

Zoroark didn't really have to do much of anything, with the way blocked, and then the Purrloin twins seemed to take over from there.
Golden eyes widened a little as she watched them attach themselves, and for the most part... well no most part, did a great job in subduing their master.
She remained by the door, watching with fascination as she crossed her arms.

Faleen started to untie his middle, letting him start on his feet.
"Asch... you need to calm down, don't let this escalate anymore then it has. It needs to be dealt with properly." she tried to reason, in a mostly calm tone.
She didn't like that look on Asch face, though really, she couldn't blame him, but the last thing any of them needed was a fight to break out.

Izaya listened to Faleen's faint words from the bathroom as he struggled with the sword and cats, wondering how and why she was still trying to defend him. Before he could dwell on it for too long, however, Asch was free and charging straight for him. The grunt grinned guiltily before being lunged at, the sword swiped from his grasp without much resistance. Ultimately he hadn't been able to do anything with it, anyway, and he had no illusions that he could have kept it from Asch for any length of time.

What happened next, though, was something Izaya would have preferred to avoid, even if he knew he deserved it. It was a lot worse being beaten up when you had all your limbs to use and still felt defenseless as opposed to being in casts and feeling defenseless. He winced and clamped his teeth tight when he hit the wall. Asch was so much less likely to take pity on him now that he was healed, especially after what he'd done to his hair.

So, the smug informant did what he always did when he was caught, though to be fair, it was usually Shizuo who had him in such a position. He smiled and spoke. "Bet you feel really tough now, no more girly hair weighing you down and no more injuries to cause your chivalrous nature to hinder you," the man whispered hoarsely. "Go on. Hit me. Tell me how it was my fault Aila died. Go ahead." His eyes narrowed. "Say how I shouldn't have been the one who had the right to hold her when she spoke her last words. Curse me for being the last face she saw before she closed her eyes. Do it. Do it!"