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 Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:56 am
"Heya Hayes." Jen grinned a welcome at the Agent but that didn't keep her from her original mission. Shifting the laptop out from under her arm so she could keep a grip on it, the grunt motioned towards it. "What happened to the network? I was working on some personal stuff before that weird pic came up in my e-mail...."
"Jolt jolt!" Don interuppted for a moment as he barked out his own welcome to the new human. Ever friendly, his attention shifted to the Pikachu present and, he again, chirped out a second jolteon-style "Hello".
.....Silly pokemon. Jen shook her head at one of her partners before going back to Hayes. At least she had some sense to think Seth had something to do with this but....the whole network? "I take it our Boss is on the war path. But what I wanted to ask ya was if there was anyway I can get back some of that data I lost." She motioned to her laptop again. Nevermind the game data, the demolitions grunt had also lost a special project she had been finishing up for tomorrow. "If I dont get that back, my superior is gunna have my head tomorrow."
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 10:26 am
 Apparently Jen had decided to join Hayes in this viewing party by the bulletin board that 1337 was sitting right next to. Ah, Jenny Jen Jen McHotpants Jen! Her expression was far too neutral. Obviously she was upset about this whole network shut down, but she still seemed far too calm for his tastes. Perhaps a tasteful 1337-filled intervention would fix this problem. "I hear there's a party right here. Hayes, you douche... why didn't ya invite me to the party? I hear you've got hotties." If 1337 had been able to "see," he would have stood up and made his pestering all the more obnoxious. Instead, he remained seated in place by the bulletin board, facing one direction. "Ain't it obvious what happened? Seth didn't like Kunai's email and locked up the whole system. I ain't gonna be able to go anywhere for a while until the system is rebooted." With a finger, he tapped his metallic visor.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:36 pm
Little teeth chewed lovingly on Seth's ear.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:13 pm
The little teeth were felt on his ear... and the elite twitched in both surprise and absolute rage. A string of obscenities reverberated through the air duct system as Seth turned around and reached a hand to grab at the offending fluff monster.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:29 pm
 violet stared at the knife that was once again sticking out of the wall right next to her head. sheesh, what did she want? she was trying to lead her there. if she wasn't so scared of where the business end of the knife would wind up next, violet would have pointed this out to kunai. exercising a rare moment of good judgment, violet swallowed her frustration. she tucked her hair behind her ears (the now-shorter side lopsidely falling back into place). her entire upper body tensed as she headed down the hallway, resisting the urge to bolt away from the agent. it was difficult to keep kunai in her field of vision without crashing into a wall or door, so she settled for convincing herself that she wouldn't seriously hurt her - until they got to the bulletin board, at least.
after the longest few minutes of her life, violet finally arrived at her room. she tried to keep her voice from shaking too much as she addressed her pink-haired captor, maneuvering so her back was against her bedroom door. she pointed a gloved finger towards the opposite wall. "it...it was on this bulletin board, right here. 'n it was tacked up to it with this," she reached down and picked up the pin that was sent flying in her exuberance. she tentatively held it out to kunai.
she desperately wanted to melt into the safety of her room (incidentally, where several very large pokemon were waiting in their pokeballs), but she didn't dare move or say anything further until the agent gave her permission.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:05 pm
 In an overly well-practiced manner, as the Elite then passed her weapon, she reached her arm out, yanked back, and pulled the knife from the wall. She didn't need to pause even for a moment and just continued walking as if she hadn't needed to stop at all. As Violet's eyes continued to make certain the Kunai was within their range of sight, she would only be greeted by that glaring frown. Once at their destination, the Elite stopped rather promptly and listened to the information that was offered. Had Kunai requested this information? Not so much. When the girl held out the pushpin she picked up, green eyes glanced down to it. "What the hell do you expect me to do with that, Grunt?!" Obviously Kunai wasn't about to take up the pin. If the grunt held it out to her much longer, she'd use it to give the girl a matching injury on her opposite cheek. In her mind, she was already noting several issues with this location. One was the fact it was nowhere near 1337's dorm. Two was the fact it was on a bulletin board. There were several bulletin boards on this floor. What made this bulletin board any more special than the others? Absolutely nothing, that's what her mind concluded. Perhaps this meant that every bulletin board had that eyesore of an image tacked onto it. With a firm nod to herself, she then gave the grunt in front of her one last look. "Grunt, you are dismissed."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 2:05 pm
before you could blink, violet had collapsed into her door, twisted the handle, slid backwards into her room, and slammed the door. she clicked the lock on her doorknob, tossed the pin onto her desk, then collapsed onto her bed. she held a pillow over her face and screeched "ohthankbejezusthat'sover!" while she sobbed with relief.
after a few moments, after she had calmed down a bit, she wiped her eyes and cautiously peeked at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the door and cringed. "ohgaaaaaaa, my haiiiiiiiiiiiir!" she whined. (leave it to her to be more concerned about that than the flesh wound prominently displayed on her cheek.) she called mcgee out of his pokeball then sat on her bed and cuddled him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:01 pm
Seth's hand met a soggy lump of paper the same time as little paws darted up his arm and over his shoulder. A furry body wriggled past him with a muttered "Vff," and bounced off his boot below.
1337 was extremely tasteful, if that taste was hot sauce. Like his favorite seasoning slash food slash drink, the hacker's goal seemed to be as inflammatory as possible.
Hayes looked around at all the invisible hotties clustered in the hall. "They're all yours, man," he grinned, and absentmindedly offered a hand for the Jolteon to sniff. "Piika," Switch commented, sizing the other electric-type up. Weird-looking thing - didn't pull off green eyes half as well as he did. The Pikachu sat up and groomed himself with a paw dismissively.
"What he said," the blond agent jerked a thumb toward the other programmer in the hall. Hayes hadn't seen the e-mail proper, but it was pretty obvious what had happened - unless Kunai had a split personality no one had known about 'til this point. "It's a system hack."
Jen's next question elicited a wince. "Doubt it," the programmer smiled apologetically - and rather ruefully, as he'd lost data himself. "Unless you had your stuff saved. Network shutdown's same as pulling the plug."
Hayes glanced at 1337. "You're going to be a sitting Farfetch'd," he pointed out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 6:53 am
Apparently Seth had been too slow for now the fuzzy thing had squirmed past him and escaped down into the office below. He felt the light weight bounce off his foot and frowned.
That little terror would undoubtably make a mess of his office. "Get back here!" he shouted, quickly ducking out of the vent, which turned out to be a mistake. He was standing on his desk and there were some papers under one of his feet. The quick movement caused Seth to slip and lose his balance.
A vehement curse left the elite's mouth just before there was a loud thump that could probably be heard in the room beneath his as he fell.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:27 am
 Oblivious to the email that had so recently infiltrated the inboxes of every Rocket at HQ, TRP found herself unable to access the server when she sat down to catch up on some overdue work.
Frowning, the Elite left her quarters, determined to prod the guys in the tech department for some answers. Furin and Hoshi floated behind her. Along the way she passed more than a few giggling Rockets. A strange buzz of excitement seemed to have settled over all of HQ. Something was up.
As TRP neared the gathering of Rockets at the bulletin board she quirked an eyebrow, slowing to a stop, "What on earth is going on around here?"
"Hayes!" Hoshi contributed, loudly broadcasting her thoughts to all those nearby.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 10:36 am
Jen swore under her breath as Don sniffed at the offered hand, licking it in a friendly manner before blinking up at the preening Pikachu. He snorted at the electric mouse as an ear flicked at Switch in a no-care manner.
Bluntly ignoring the pervert propped up against the wall near them (with good reason), Jen thought back to the paper version she had scribbled, cliff-note style, while working last night. But still....
"Ya know, for all the technical advances you guys have made as Team Rocket, ya would think someone would have made a fail-safe for something like this. Not all Rockets continuely save their work while they work." She grinned as her Jolteon perked up at approaching footsteps. Turning around, his bum started wiggling happily at the sight of the new person coming. The grunts' voice was interuppted by the childish shout of "hayes!"; turning like her jolteon, Jen instantly snapped into a respectful salute at the sight of the Elite behind them.
One of the ones that deserved the respect, in her mind. Not that she was gunna say that outloud. "Miss Terra."
"Jolt jolt!" Don walked closer to Terra and plopped down infront of her, bum still wiggling happily at this new person.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 10:59 am
Having sorted out a possible trail, the pink-haired Elite began her march down the hallways. Her steps were purposeful, and her glares absolutely drenched with hatred. The grunts that were still lingering in the hallway could tell from a mile away that Kunai was not in a good mood. At each bulletin board she ran across, she paused, ripped off the print out of the horrible photo manipulation, then moved on. There was a growing paper lump within her fist, and the larger the lump got, the more her fury seemed to consume her. Yes, 1337 was neck-deep in trouble (as he usually was), yet somehow a grin managed to crack upon his features. It was probably a more welcome sight to most. "Hayes, my man, you are just so generous!" Hotpants was ignoring him (surprise, surprise!), so at this point he might as well ignore her. Simply because everything seemed to be coming down the line. The girl must have been clueless if she couldn't add two and two together like Hayes had. Especially since Hayes made such an obvious comment. The only comment 1337 could make in reply to his coworker was "Guess yer gonna be havin' roast Farfetch'd fer dinner tonight!" It was about this time that TRP joined their little gathering. 1337 could see her perfectly fine as she approached, but he waited until she made herself vocally known before standing himself up to his feet at attention. He just about opened his mouth when rather suddenly something whizzed past his face. He hadn't seen what it was, but he knew that if he turned to look, it would blow his "I'm so blind" cover. Everyone else could see what was sticking out of the wall next to the visored man's neck. It was a kunai knife. "Agent TRP. I can give you a full rundown if you would like. After I sort out some business here." The short figure pushed her way forward until she was standing in front of 1337. Four foot eleven inches glaring intensely up at six foot three inches of idiot. For a moment she stood there, almost seeming to observe the man behind the visor for a moment while invading the personal space bubble.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:16 am
Unlike what the visored grunt was thinking, Jen wasn't exactly the most clueless of the bunch; it wasn't her fault she wasn't tech-savvy! That fell into her brothers' domain.
Opening her mouth to make a comment about the roasted Farfetch'd, she was quick to shut it when something went thunk into the wall. A glance at the knife and a glance up at a rampaging Elite had Jen's grunt senses screaming RUN AWAY! at her.
And stubburness wasn't allowed any room to intervene.
A quick salute: "Agent Kunai, Agent TRP. I'll be taking my leave now.", a respectful bow to each of them and a friendly wave at Hayes before she motioned for her Jolteon to follow. The pokemon had sensed the anger signals and was quick to follow his retreating trainer towards the elevator.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:22 am
TRP waved off the Rockets as they stood at attention for her. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted when a small knife zipped through the group and embedded itself in the wall.
Eyebrow arching again, she tilted her head at Kunai's brief explanation and, tilting her head further, eyed the fistful of crumpled sailor scouts in the furious Elite's hand.
In sharp contrast to Kunai's response to all this, TRP cupped a hand over her mouth, failing to muffle her giggles as she reached out to take one of the prints. "Oh my God."
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 8:43 pm
He was smart enough to know he needed to wait. Wait until someone acknowledged Kunai's presence. Otherwise, his cover would be gone. And then Jenny Jen of the Hotpants variety went ahead and announced the Elite Agents' codenames. Perfect"Ah, so I finally get to meet the infamous Kunai. Sorry, can't see a damned thing at the moment." He paused for a moment before grinning. "I think that email ya sent was the best thing I've seen in a long time, Kunai-shrimpy." If TRP had been even 1 rank lower than Kunai, she might have told her to shape up after seeing the image. Yet, TRP was an equal. It was not within her power to tell her to do something versus not. So instead, TRP's unprofessional reactions went ignored for now by the pink-haired girl. The Agent Jen had fled, which was the smartest thing to do at the moment. Now, it was just Kunai, TRP, and 1337. "Grunt, you are being taken into custody as of this moment." Kunai was blunt. She could care less what the grunts thought of her. They could love her if for some reason they felt such a desire, or they could hate her guts. It meant nothing to her. She stepped even closer so there was perhaps two inches distance between their feet. She reached up and pulled her knife out of the wall. "I suggest you make this easy on both of us, Grunt." She was close to him. If only this girl had curves and height, it would have been something to enjoy. However, she was flat-chested, and she definitely was too short to be remotely attractive to him. Such a drag. She spoke, so he was able to direct his attention to the proper height. "Awww... but what did I do, shrimpy-baby?" "This isn't the police," Kunai said with a deadpan expression. "I am not obligated by law to tell you why I am taking you into custody." "Awwww... you're no fun, shrimpy-baby!" He managed to get a single laugh out before he felt something jab his neck. Using the hand that was not clutched around her knife, she had jabbed her fingers against his neck. She was done listening to his idiotic drivel. A simple use of pressure points was all she needed. The man simply fell at her feet, unconscious. Since her business was finished for now, Kunai turned to face the blonde with the inky black tips to her pigtails. "...Agent TRP, would you like a rundown now, or can you handle waiting until after I take him down to solitary confinement?"
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