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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:15 pm
"Oh yea! Suggestions!" Another giggle and she shook her head. "Why didn't I think of that?"
As her siblings walked off to do their thing, Bun tapped gently once on Fop. "Testing! Hello can you guys hear me?" Golden eyes glanced out into the crowd, searching for those who may be paying attention to her. "Is this thing on?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 8:52 pm
Pikachirisu rocked back and forth on her heels, unsure of what to do. Her heart in her mouth, she climbed off of the table and ran towards the stage. What she was doing was insane; it felt like icy water was churning in her gut. But she had to do something!
She quickly reached the stage. After a few useless attempts to clamber on, she began to jump up and down wildly, squeaking, "Pika risu! Pachi! Pachi!" If she could distract the singer, then the wailord would never come. Hopefully. Or maybe the wailord would come anyway and squish her. That did not help her maintain the bit of bravery that she had somehow summoned up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:38 pm
((Bawwh. That Pikachirisu's a hero. ;v; )) 
Black-gloved hands in her pockets, Yth shifted out of sight from the door to the party, turned a few corners and bounced down some stairs on her tiptoes without ever breaking pace. Empty, luxurious basement- probably for high ranked meetings. Corridor. Second door to the left, labelled Hall 3 Backstage.
"Hmm, this should be about right. " The white-haired child then stuck a device to the electrical lock, and the door opened in moments. She retrieved the device and grinned towards Fir. "Hehee. I love these Team Rocket thingies. All right now, Scruffmuff!"
She released the large canine pokemon, who just sat, stared at Yth with long-suffering blue eyes (one of which had a monocle) and whined: "Tyena..."
"I want you to use your most powerful attacks as fast as you can to make a hole in the corner of the ceiling here, about... THIS size." She demonstrated with her arms. "Just enough for a person to fall through it. K? And you can't climb out when you're done. And be quiet- aaaaand I think that's it!"
Scruffmuff hung his head in exhasperation. "Mighty. Ena." His owner was NEVER up to any good when she needed his help. If she sometimes showed him affection like she did her sisters, it would be different. He just wanted some love, you know? Like any other old dog. But he was just a tool for her evil schemes.
Well, that was to be expected when you're a pokemon in Team Rocket.
Yth threw a vial into the room that Scruffy recognized as concentrated, liquefied sleeping powder, which broke and began letting out fumes- and then shut the door. He heard the electrical lock.
Okay, he'd better do this quick before the vapors spread to his corner of the room...
"All right, done here!" Yth told Fir, cheery as ever and clapping her hands up and down. "Let's go back up, eh? Pushing people into that hole while they're distracted by Bun is all we need to have lots and lots of sleeping test subjects!"
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