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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:44 pm
"Typical answer," Nakura snickered at the agent's reply. He'd been expecting something more or less along those lines. 1337, like himself, didn't care much for the feelings of others, and they didn't hide that fact either.
He glanced at HAZMAT. "Well she's female. But you're right. She's probably more rational-minded than you ever were."
Riviere, concerned about his new friend, scratched her wherever she guided him while asking about her master. He wondered what HAZMAT missed so much about them, and if she still remembered what they looked like. Maybe he could help her find them. After all, this new Rocket in possession of her didn't seem to fully appreciate or want the female Zorua. He didn't deserve her. And, unlike Riviere, at least HAZMAT's original owner was probably still alive.
Izaya instinctively leaned away as 1337 began to cough his food back up, keeping his careful smile in place to hide his revulsion. Well, at least he'd managed to avoid the hot sauce hazard. Riviere started at 1337's zealous reaction.
"My thoughts exactly," the informant answered quietly, mostly pleased but slightly disappointed at this turn of events. He had expected as much, which was why he had proposed it in the first place, but it would have been gold to actually see the man's face.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:31 am
Thanks to that display of the weird human, HAZMAT officially had a couple meat chunks that had managed to land in her tail. Sticking out her tongue, she attempted to flick her tail to get the pieces off. She wasn't going to risk touching the meat which had been doused in the goo.
With how much laughter was going on, one might have thought 1337 was laughing too hard. If any knew him, they might have even suspected that under the visor he might have had water in his eyes. However, it wasn't like anybody would see if such was legitimately the case. Eventually his fists stopped pounding against the table, and eventually he had pushed himself up off the flat surface, chuckling a good amount.
"...that was good..." he snickered for a moment before glancing over to his female counterpart, who seemed to be spoiling the runt with affection. "So... Izzy-chan... is there a reason your runt decided ta give me a boob job?" The hacker lifted up his hands and ran them in front of his own flat chest before pretending he was holding up some invisible fruits about chest level.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:20 pm
Riviere, alarmed by the nasty bits of food that had been coughed up, quickly did his best to help HAZMAT swipe them off her tail. This man sure was messy. No wonder he hadn't minded when his Zoura had played with his food. Did HAZMAT's previous owner have better manners, he asked her?
She hadn't answered his other questions, which made him wonder if she just didn't want to talk about her previous owner at all, but then again she just might have been distracted by the Rocket man's outburst. If she didn't answer his question this time, he'd drop the subject.
"You know," Izaya said with a playful smile, ignoring 1337's question about his pokemon. Hell if he knew what went through Riviere's mind, anyway. "I could always call Kid out again and have him cut those wires of yours. That visor is vacuum-suctioned to your face, isn't it?" he asked, leaning over to get a better look as it. At least that's what he'd read in 1337's files somewhere. Who knew if it was true?
"You'd be powerless to stop me. Because, as you said, you're not much of a battler." He grinned. "Might drop me a rank..." Again... "But it would definitely be worth it. What do you think?" His tone verged on that of a person making a threat, a dark look in his eyes as he watched the hacker.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:21 pm
HAZMAT remained thoughtfully silent for a moment as the other Zorua helped her get the last bits of food out of her hair. However, when she spoke up again, it was a corrective whimper. She had a care giver, not an owner so to speak. The Zorua with green eyes knew her place in the world. She had been a Lab Pokemon, merely a test subject. It wasn't something she planned to share by any means, just silently sulk about on occasion.
After such a minor correction, she then answered the question. She nodded to confirm that her care giver did have better manners (though it was glaringly obvious it wasn't too hard to hit that mark).
Though Izaya's expression seemed to shift into something a bit more dangerous, it really didn't seem to cause any change in the hacker's expression. Were 1337's eyes really that amazing to look at that a fellow Rocket was willing to drop rank in order to see what was hidden?
"Awww... yer making me blush!" he said in a good humored manner, not seeming to really care about the potential threat. However, he soon enough gave a pretty blatant hint as to why he didn't seem to care.
"...ya might wanna chat with Shrimpy-pie before ya go through the trouble..."
Seeming to be quite done with that particular topic, the man stood himself and made his way to the Zorua duo. Without even asking, he then reached out and attempted to "honk" one of the false 1337's boobs (complete with sound effect).
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:03 am
The illusion-wearing Riviere nodded quickly, regretting having called HAZMAT's previous human that. But then she confirmed, with a vague and nod, that the care giver did have better manners. Again, Riviere offered to help HAZMAT find this person. If they were a scientist like the goggle-eyes man said, then maybe they could come and work for Team Rocket! Then HAZMAT could be back in that human's care.
'...You know, 'Shrimpy-pie' seems like an awfully intimate name for someone you claim to dislike~" Izaya noted, stroking his chin. "And supposedly she hates you more than you hate her. So why would she stick up for you? Particularly about something as harmless as your eyewear?" He leaned closer. "Unless, of course, you need it to live. But I doubt that."
Retrieving the Absol's pokeball from his pocket, the grunt played with the ultraball between his fingers, rolling it across his knuckles back and forth while it was still in its compacted state. He wasn't about to let 1337 get away so easily...but then the hacker got up and moved.
Riviere straightened up visibly, alarmed by the assault on his 'body', turned to glare up at 1337. Of course, all that could be seen was his frown since his eyes were completely hidden. The pokemon in disguise reached out to poke 1337 in the chest. How would he like that?
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 6:29 pm
"...This is either a B cup or a C cup... probably closer to C if I were to guess..."
With the false chest lump in his hand, the man squeezed again as if to make certain his assessment was accurate. Of course, he was greeted with an irritated jab to his own chest. It was easy to see the differences between the two 1337s, and rather easily the computer hacker called out one of the differences.
"That frown isn't becoming of such a handsome face if ya ask me... gotta keep in character, right?" Rather than move away from his imposter with the implants, the man sat himself down right next to it, lounged an arm along its shoulder and leaned in a bit.
"...I'd love to get a photo of this sh*t! It's like a bad Japanese porn in the making!"
The close proximity to the computer hacker seemed to cause the green eyed Zorua to bristle once more. In a low tone, she told her illusion-using companion something less than reassuring about her own situation.
Her caregiver had only been in this region for business and was scheduled to go back to his region after it was taken care of.
1337, having thoroughly ignored many of the goading comments from the informant, finally seemed to spare him a look, mouth still stretched in that infamous grin. "Ya got a camera to immortalize this moment on film, Izzy-chan?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:36 am
Riviere, despite being criticized about his illusion, did nothing to change his appearance. He didn't like this human for making HAZMAT unhappy and calling her defective and he wanted him to know it.
"Why does it have to be Japanese porn?" Izaya mused. "Are you fond of hentai, Lee-chii?" He continued to keep his eyes on the agent, ignoring all else around him.
His Zorua, meanwhile, looked to HAZMAT in distress, half out of pity for her loss and half out of uneasiness with her new owner. In an instinctive action to get 1337 away from both him and his female counterpart, Riviere thrust out his arms, palms forward, in an attempt to shove the Rocket. Hopefully far from them and maybe even off his seat.
Orihara did not enjoy being ignored. He studied 1337 instensively, similar to the stare HAZMAT had fixed on him before. "You know what, Lee-chii?' he said, this time ignoring 1337's question. "Speaking of keeping in character, I know why you wear that grin. Maybe even why you wear that visor."
Kid's pokeball continued to roll back and forth across his knuckles and between his fingers. "It's amusing, really. There was a man I knew - Shingen Kishitani. He used to wear a full-face breathing mask whenever he left his house because he claimed that the air in the city was filthy."
He crossed his legs, relaxing. "I'm pretty sure that wasn't the only reason, though. You see, it helped to hide his expressions so that others couldn't read them. For others more talented at hiding their emotions like myself, I simply use a smile." He gestured to his face for emphasis.
"You, however, seem to have developed a curious combination between Shingen-san's method and mine. A visor for your eyes and an ever-present grin for that mouth. Not bad...not bad at all." He giggled. "Won't fool me, though~ You're still human, just like all the other Rockets. And I want to get to know that human hiding behind that mask. Won't you let me in...?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:43 am
"I like keepin' familiar with all the different types of porn out there... don't exactly like them all... but familiarity ain't against my limi..."
It even seemed as if the Pokemon didn't like his mannerisms, for the false version of himself soon enough pushed him off of the cafeteria bench. Not that he seemed to mind. The backing of his headpiece clanged a bit against the ground, but the sound itself seemed to be partially masked by the sound of laughter that had once again started to spout out from the hacker's mouth.
HAZMAT nudged her face against her companion's chest and murmured something about how there was something really wrong with that human. She confided that she had bit him earlier and he had a very similar reaction. Both of her ears pinned back for a moment before she decided to climb on top of the two lumps on the illusion's chest. She curled up on that spot, ears easing back to something slightly more relaxed. In a soft murmur, she asked if there were other Zorua in this place.
Though 1337 was laughing it up, it didn't seem as if he had gone deaf in the process. He easily heard what words the informant had to offer. The theories. The blatant request to learn more about 1337 as a person. All things which he had heard many different times in his lifetime after he decided to live the way he did now.
As his laughter died down to mere cackles, the man on the ground gave his answer to the request. "That'd be too easy for ya, Izzy-chan... there'd be no fun in it for ya if I just agreed to cooperate... you and I both know that."
Rather than get up, the man remained on the ground, moving his arms so his hands could rest behind his head. He still had a couple chuckles to get out of his system as he remain on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:29 am
The imposter 1337's lips parted slightly in surprise at HAZMAT's comment. He glanced at the hacker in what seemed to be revulsion before his attention returned to the green-tipped Zorua who had leapt onto his fake breasts.
With something like a sigh, he gently stroked the other's fur, replying quietly that there must have been but he'd only seen a couple others. One that a blonde lady owned and another that belonged to a red-head, though he'd never talked to the latter.
"Heh...no fun for either of us, you mean?" he asked, sneering. "You're enjoying this just as much as I am."
Getting up, the shorter Japanese Rocket called to his pokemon. "Riviere, come on. Lunch time's just about over for us. We've got work to do," The grunt gave a mock salute to the agent on the ground. "Better be careful, Lee-chi. Never know what janitor might come around and think you're trash to be swept up."
With a disgruntled noise, Riviere frowned at his trainer who was already heading out without him. Glancing down wistfully at HAZMAT, the blue-tipped Zorua carefully picked her up in his hands and laid her back down on the table. He apologized and assured her he'd see her around.
Transforming back into his true form, he barked a encouraging 'hang in there', casting another look of dislike 1337's way before bidding HAZMAT a farewell and hopping down from the table, using 1337 as a landing pad. He then hurried to catch up with Izaya before the man shut the door in his face.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:44 am
1337 didn't really have any replies for the informant. He had gotten the mark right. It would be fun for the hacker to watch as the informant tried every nook and cranny to get information on him. And if the slow-witted janitor wanted to sweep 1337 up, the more entertaining the afternoon would be.
HAZMAT leaned into the gentle strokes of false fingers against her fur. She also couldn't help but frown the moment she was relocated from the fleshy pillows to the flat surface of the table. He attempted to reassure her, but it still didn't help her at all. As he left, the blue-tipped Zorua might have heard the green-marked Zorua's howl.
Once Izaya's party had left, 1337 still remaining on the ground (and seemingly unaffected by Riviere's landing on his stomach briefly) uttered out "...yer a noisy one, runt..."
A vague growling sound escaped from the Zorua, which only caused 1337 to laugh before standing up and nabbing the creature by the scruff of her neck. "Let's see what we can do now..." It would seem that lunch time was up for the hacker as well, and soon enough he was walking down the hallway with the Zorua dangling from his pinched fingers.
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