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Applicant Name: Ruadh "Repo" Driscoll
Status within Rocket Organization: Grunt

Eye color: Gray
Favorite kind of footwear: Sorrel Brand Camerupt hide boots. Sturdy and resistant to flame damage!
Name of favorite childhood pet: Brogan. Means 'little shoe'...and yes, it was a camerupt. His dad's.




Cake: A sugary mess of fats and carbohydrates. Tempting, tantalizing...

"Disgusting." Repo breathed out sharply before turning away from the festive desert and taking his usual seat, alone, in one corner of the abandoned cafeteria. Sweet treats were for children, and those who could afford to wreck their nutritional standards.

And after all, today he'd packed himself tyranitar shaped chicken nuggets to go with his cheese stick and whole grain crackers! AND a box of Oran Juice!



Quickly now, but be gentle. Panicking will only make you make mistakes. This is simple, just stay alert.

The mission had been to locate and capture a Pokemon, one specifically requested by the Boss. The field situation had changed though, and steps had had to be taken to compensate and possibly salvage the mission. Nine, ten...Magmas...why are they here?...Twelve, thirteen... The only reason he could think of had to do with draining the lake. Well, that would make finding the beached Milotic easier, sure, but it would cause some other...difficulties.

Dressed all in black and gray, the thief blended in under the night sky. Around the magma setup a few small lights flickered; lamps left burning by their owners, ones he'd dared not turn off. They were inconsequential. He would hear their return long before they saw him lingering in the inky shadows between tents or caught the glint of lantern light on slick metalic pokeballs.

Faster, and faster still...get the rhythm...there! Stealing was an art form at most, and a skill at the least. Nimble fingers could pluck the tiny pokeballs from the pile easily, slipping them into a wadding of thin cloth and then bundling them further still by dropping them noiselessly into the abyss of a soft canvas bag. How ironic, that this mission had been his. For a brief moment, alone in the night, the thief permitted himself a smile. Anyone could steal with some skill, but this was what he did. Where he excelled. In a blur of darting hands and nearly noiseless movements he swiftly filled his sack, even stuffing one of the lifted orbs into his pocket as the bag ran low on space. A few times he paused, hunching with his head tilted just so at the sound of a snapping twig or a rustle in the brush. He blinked once, twice...nothing more, and he moved on, gingerly zipping the pack before swinging it over his shoulder.

The grass stank of mildew and mud as he slunk away from the camp, bent nearly double to avoid view. The blades nicked at his arms and legs as he pushed through them, and again as they folded back together behind him. The path he took was a curving one, and he often stopped to peek above the grass-line for any sign of the returning Magmas and to check where he was in relation to the surrounding forest and lake. He was startled once by the sound of a golbat going by overhead and hunkered down, praying not to be seen or sensed. It flew on a ways before banking into the trees, and he beat a hasty advance to put some distance between himself and the spot. If it belonged to a Magma and had seen him, he didn't want to be anywhere near the place.

He spent nearly an hour hidden behind a fallen log that had half-sunk in the wet land near the water's edge. He hadn't seen anything of the Magmas and that made him all the more cautious. If he'd seen them he'd know where they were, but this way he was literally sitting blind. His grip tightened around the rope cord of the bag full of stolen goods. It briefly touched his mind that they could all be empty, and hardly worth the risk he'd taken in collecting them. He breathed out sharply, denying it. At least some had to contain pokemon. The camp was too well set up to have no value in its contents. Hopefully those he'd found had also been freshly caught too, spoils of Magma's work in the area.

It could very well be then that one of them contained the sought after Milotic. Still, the absence of the Magams bothered him. If they weren't back yet surely the would be soon...

At that moment a cry rent the air, followed by a great deal more echoing across the lake to the thief's hiding spot. It seemed his treachery had been at last uncovered. The noise startled several nesting pokemon from their homes, and a few ripples broke the water's otherwise glassy sheen. Something bobbed to the surface of the water (a log disturbed by something woken in the deep?), and he tried to see if it might be the Milotic itself. His heart felt ready to burst from his chest from excitement, he really should move from the area; the Magmas wouldn't take long to come hunting for him!

In fact he could hear them coming now! Without a moment to lose he slid from the bank and into the water. It was freezing cold! Ugh! But better than being shot! He took a gulping breath and ducked under the surface, swimming down, down. Just a few feet of water was enough to stop a bullet, and he didn't know how deep it was, or what all was living down there...he could barely see through the silt he'd kicked up...

He held his breath as long as he could before breaking the surface. No one was in sight, but there were clear fresh tracks on the muddy banks nearby. He took a deep but silent breath and sagged a bit as he stood up. This wasn't at all how he'd imagined the mission would go. The sounds of activity were clear in the distance. He'd have to cut his losses and get out now, without the Milotic...

"...zzz...zzthzz...rrzzzrrz...mmsrzro...Repeat, this is Grunt Codename Repo. Mission number 384628-7 suffered unavoidable complications from outside forces: Team Magma. Milotic was not spotted in the area, but a large number of pokeballs were retrieved from the resident Magma compound. Situation appears to be stable, though the security and location of the Milotic is unconfirmed. Returning to base to make deposit of acquisition before returning to field to scout nearby rivers for sign of the Milotic."

A few hours later the thief returned to the scene of the crime. Or what was left of it. The Magma camp appeared to have been swiftly disassembled, no doubt thanks to the compromised security. As he slipped closer to the lake through the now familiar brush, he felt something catch on his leg...a twig from some brush was tugging at...what was that lump in his pocket? He'd forgotten the extra pokeball he'd stashed there! He glanced swiftly around before pulling it out of his pocket and hefting it. Was there something inside...?

His thoughts were broken as the radio on his hip crackled to life. "Reports...zzz...missing pokemon...zzzzzzz...escaped form the lab...zzz...all units, move into the area around Elemi Lake..." THIS was Elemi Lake! He was already there, he could help...

The pokeball in his hand gave the slightest twitch. A cold chill went down the man's spine as he stared at it. With only a slight hesitation, he tossed it to the ground at his feet. There was a flash of light, a faint mewling...huge blue eyes stared across into his with intelligent curiosity...

...Mew...!

So that'd been why the Magmas were in the area! They must have spotted it, and formed a hunting party to catch it! And they HAD caught it...but then not left? Hmm. Perhaps they decided to work out of the area, thinking there'd been a reason Mew'd gone there? Regardless, he felt a slight tingle of nervousness having the mew out of its pokeball. True it'd been captured fair and square (or perhaps not, one never knew with the assorted Teams) but if it was in its ball then there was no way it could run away.

"Mew...return!" He held up the ball to receive the mew, which offered no resistance to returning to its capsule-home. Repo smiled for the second time in a day, an all time new record. Those words...they had felt AMAZING to say.


((Probably gonna edit the crap out of this later, I'll post in bold red up top when/if that time comes!))

Applicant Name: Lilith Thornton
Status within Rocket Organization: Grunt

Eye color: Glassy green
Favorite kind of footwear: Knee-high boots, or occasionally slip-on open toe sandals.
Name of favorite childhood pet: Solitaire, a Clefairy owned by her mother.

Essay portion: Please answer the following questions to the best of your ability.

Question 1: Lilith looked at the delicious looking cake with utter contempt. Complete with blue butter-cream frosting and the words “Happy Birthday Seth” sprawled on it in icing, it looked… appetizing. The woman pursed her lips. ”Who would want to wish him a happy birthday? I bet the guy doesn’t even like cake.” Lilith chanced a look around the break room. It was vacant except for her. Empty. The woman’s eyebrows raised. She quickly walked over to the room entrance and looked in the hallway. Not a soul in sight. Lilith’s mouth formed into a malicious grin.

She wandered back into the room inconspicuously and turned her focus to the untouched cake. She slipped off her right glove and wrote in large capital letters “NOT” in front of the word “Happy.” Licking the icing off of her fingers, she proceeded to take a large chunk of cake from the very middle of the cake. She placed it on a plate and began eating somewhat quickly, lest anyone caught her in the act. She mumbled to herself, ”How old is that guy, anyway?...”

Question 2: ”Damn it… Why do I have to go on this ridiculous mission? It’s not like I’m a higher rank agent or anything…” Lilith grumbled as she walked through the forest towards the location of interest of her mission. Apparently a rare Milotic resided in a nearby lake and it was wanted by the Boss. It was beyond the woman why the Boss would choose her, a Grunt, for this obviously important expedition. A test, most likely, to see how proficient she was at being a Rocket. She might even get a promotion! That chance was too good to pass up. She would have to get higher in rank relatively quickly if she wanted a chance to fulfill her personal mission. That alone drove Lilith to do whatever it took, including capturing an innocent Pokemon for Team Rocket’s use.

Lilith wandered through the forest in no particular direction, trying to catch a glimpse of the Milotic when something else caught her eye. In a small clearing a short ways away from Lilith’s position was a large campsite. Slightly curious, she started in that direction, staying behind the trees so as to avoid being seen. As she drew closer, she could make out odd symbols on the red and black tents and on most of the equipment there. It was in that shape of an “M.” In a flash, Lilith recognized the symbol as the insignia of Team Magma. ”Oh shh… Crap…” Lilith bit her lower lip and looked around anxiously for any signs of life, but the camp was fortunately deserted. The young woman breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out into the clearing.

She began to investigate the abandoned campsite while trying to avoid stepping on any of the equipment that was lying around. In her mind, Lilith reasoned that Team Magma was most likely here for the same reason that she was: the Milotic. Which meant that she needed to find it first. She began to scour the surrounding areas, always keeping one eye on the entrances to the campsite. Eventually, she found herself near a quiet, crystal clear lake. It seemed placid and empty, so she disregarded it until she found herself being startled by a sudden noise. She jumped back, afraid that one of the Magmas found her, when she realized that it was only her walkie-talkie. Heart still pounding, she grudgingly reached for the device at her belt and listened to the report. “…chhhh.. … all units, be on the lookout for an escaped specimen around Elemi Lake… It is highly dangerous, so be on your guard. That is all. …chhh…” Lilith frowned. ”That’s it? Like I care. Besides, I’m nowhere near Elemi Lake…” She stopped and turned around. She stood facing the placid lake in front of her. Her eyes widened and she quickly took out her GPS to triangulate her position. It displayed her as a dot right by Elemi Lake.

”Great. Just great. Now I have two things to look for.” Lilith was tempted to throw her GPS into the lake in her rage when she heard a different, quieter noise behind her. The woman’s eyes lowered and she slowly reached for Serafina’s Pokeball at her belt. She took a deep breath and turned around quickly to face the noise.

Her eyes widened. Her breath began to quicken. Her heart began pounding.

Before her, floating almost face level to her, was a Mew.

Lilith’s knees buckled beneath her and she fell to the ground, hands clutching at the earth and eyes staring up at the Legendary Pokemon before her. Memories of her childhood flooded back to her mind; those days long past in her hometown with her family, travelling to the Tin Tower to pray to the Legendary Pokemon for guidance and strength. Now one of the most revered of Pokemon, Mew, was staring straight at her. Lilith grimaced and bent over in an awkward bow. ”I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, o great one!”

The Mew looked at the human curiously. It had seen some different humans over the years from all over the world and from the Rocket headquarters, but this one was the most… weird. Why was she bowing down? It didn’t make sense! The Mew floated down to the human and examined her from all angles. She didn’t seem very old. In fact, she was kind of pretty! The Mew smiled, sat on the human’s head, and began fiddling with her long, brown hair.

Lilith gulped somewhat loudly, slightly confused. She kept her eyes locked downward to avoid contact with the Mew’s eyes, but her focus was averted as she was startled by a weight on her head. She felt her hair being played with and chanced a look upward. In front of her nose was a bright pink tail. The Mew, the Pokemon that was so highly revered for it’s immense and raw power, was on her head, playing with her hair. Lilith pursed her lips in slight annoyance and winced when the Mew tugged roughly on her hair. ”Um, Mew? If you would, could you please get off of my head?” The Mew complied and floated over to face Lilith. She sat up on her heels and looked at the wild Pokemon. It looked back at her.

Lilith laughed a bit. ”I bet you’re what all of the fuss is about, huh?” The Mew smiled and nodded triumphantly. The woman couldn’t help but laugh some more. So it was a Mew that was what escaped from the HQ… Lilith’s eyes widened in shock. If the Mew had escaped, then was it being… experimented on?! Was it a test Pokemon?! The woman growled and rubbed her temples angrily. Of course. That made so much sense that it physically hurt her. She began clawing at the ground in the manner that a Meowth or a Glameow would. After a minute of turning up dirt, she glanced up sympathetically to the Mew. The Mew looked back at her with a somewhat sad expression. It was then that Lilith made up her mind. She smiled comfortingly at the Mew.

”Don’t you worry, great one. Even if it is an order, I will not allow them to have you back in their clutches. If you will allow me…” Lilith reached around to her belt and held out an empty Pokeball to the Mew. ”I will act as your guardian. No one will be able to hurt you. I shall keep you safe.” Lilith locked eyes with the Mew and smiled. The Mew stared at the Pokeball for a few seconds, then looked deep into Lilith’s eyes. It smiled. “Mew!” It reached out a tiny pink paw and lightly pressed the button on the Pokeball. It opened automatically and enveloped the Mew in a beam of light, pulling it into the capsule. Once it closed, it wiggled around in Lilith’s hand for a second or two before becoming still and emitting a small “ping!” Lilith smiled kindly and held the Pokeball containing the Mew close to her heart. ”I swear that I shall keep you safe, great one.”

Lilith stood back up and, placing the Pokeball back on her belt, proceeded to walk back to the headquarters. Before she got too far, she suddenly remembered the Milotic she was supposed to find. The woman twisted her mouth into a frown and continued walking, reasoning that one of the other field agents would probably find it. Either that, or Team Magma would get it, in which case Lilith would claim that they overpowered her and stole it from her. That sounded like a viable argument to her. She smiled and comfortingly stroked the Pokeballs that hung at her side. No matter what happened to her, at least the Mew was safe…

Application Form

Applicant Name: Panther
Status within Rocket Organization: Grunt

Eye color: emerald green
Favorite kind of footwear: Hiking boots
Name of favorite childhood pet: Go-Go

Essay portion: Please answer the following questions to the best of your ability.

Question 1: You're in the THRQ break room and there's a birthday cake sitting unattended on the table. Looking at it more closely, you see "Happy Birthday Seth" written in icing across the top. No one is around. No one will see anything. What do you do?


Opportunity presented its self. How could he resist. He had simply been savaging leftovers; today’s were actually edible, when he spotted something incredibly evil on the table. “Happy Birthday Seth” It innocently announced to the world.
Spying this, his mind constructed a plan, it would take guts, it would take stealth, and it would take risking the worst punishments imaginable. It would be a moment of epic apportions, and team rocket would speak about it for months. He passed by it casually drinking his juice, as if he never saw it, but his mind was working.
First he went to his room for one to “eat” but also to gather and prepare supplies. He had a few firecrackers that would do the trick. He got to his room and set down his food and searched through his box in the top of his closet. There he found his tools, given to him by his father, he kept them on hand for cars, and other, less noble reasons. Out of it he pulled a power drill with a small bit and a long quick fuse. He then went to the next box which held his most prized and secret items, his explosives. Inside he had mostly fireworks, they were the easiest to get, a few sticks of soldering iron, and a bunch of birthday candles form… well that was another story.
A grin that could rival a gengar spread across his face. Very carefully he drilled a whole through the center of a candle… and it came out the side. Frowning he tossed it onto his bed and started on another. And another. After several tries he got it right and carefully wired through the wick. He then carefully pocketed the rest of the candles and a few fire crackers. The next step would be trickery.
He wandered back to the kitchen and to the table where the cake sat, still unguarded. He pulled out Shade, his most trusted pokemon, and sent him to guard the door invisibly. It was then that he went to work, sliding the cake to the edge of the table, and carving a hole the right side for the firecrackers in the bottom of the cake. A touch of fire accelerant was run along the wicks and then he pushed up the wick through the cake and then carefully twisted it together. Using the hallo candle, he covered the wick and cut of the end. He then stuck a handful more candles on the top. Carefully he slid the cake back into the center of the plate and then the table. Done. Now all that was left was to wait.

Applicant Name: Quarria Evrest.
Status within Rocket Organization: Grunt.

Eye color: Amber.
Favorite kind of footwear: Coalwalker's Strong-Grip Mountain Boots, imported directly from Hoenn's Lavaridge Town. Now with twenty-percent less skidding!
Name of favorite childhood pet: Ricochet, the family Spoink.

Essay portion: Please answer the following questions to the best of your ability.

Question 1: You're in the THRQ break room and there's a birthday cake sitting unattended on the table. Looking at it more closely, you see "Happy Birthday Seth" written in icing across the top. No one is around. No one will see anything. What do you do?

Quarria stared at the cake, so intently that she could have possibly lit it on fire with pure concentration. She propped her head up on one hand, sitting at a table a bit of a way from the cake. Had anyone come in to investigate, they would have simply thought she really, really wanted that cake. In actuality, the dark-haired girl was thinking thoughts much more complex then that. After all, this was SETH'S cake. And Seth was scary. And had a Tyranitar. There was absolutely no chance of her taking a bite of cake if it meant being on the angry end of a few-hundred-pound rock monster.

Her amber eyes took a final glance at the cake, then rapidly scanned over the room. The security cameras stationed in the ceiling corners lazily slid over her, the only things watching. What Quarria had been debating was if this was a mental test or something of that nature, to view the resolve of any of their new employees. Perhaps it was to single out the future trouble-makers, or maybe to view who had the strongest will as a Grunt? Quarria shook her head, dislodging both the questions and her black hair from behind her ear.

Tucking it back with a disgruntled face, she debated aloud for a moment. "Would they really go through so much effort to see who was loyal or something? Well, yes, yes they would. Such an ingenous idea. No one would suspect cake to be the test. No one but I." She stood and walked to the door, opened it and cast one last look back the possible test-tra-thing to say, "I'm on to you. You can't hide your complex tricks from me." She left, getting some confused looks from other grunts entering the break room, for she looked at this point like the paranoid, double-reversed-pyschology processor she was. Quarria grinned smugly, earning more strange looks as she walked. She'd passed their insane, mind game, she just knew it.

Unless... perhaps it really had been just a cake?



(Question 2: You're out in the field, pursuing a Milotic that you've been told the big boss wants very badly. This is an important mission for you; there could be a promotion in the making if you do a good job.
You make your way to the area the Milotic was last seen, intent on setting up surveillance until you spot it, when you discover someone has beaten you to it! A Team Magma camp is already up and operational in the area.
There are several tents set up, each with various pieces of equipment inside. They may even have other Pokémon here, somewhere, though probably not the Milotic you're supposed to be finding.
At the moment, no one's home; the place is deserted. But they could be back at any moment.
What do you do? Does anyone show up, and what do you say or do to them? Just Team Magma, or someone else entirely? What do you find in the camp, or do you just ignore it and look for the Milotic? And how does the mission end? The suspense is killing me!)

A rough, dark boot caught on tree's trunk, stopping it's owner from a feet-first plunge into the murky water of the lake below. The boot's owner, a teenage girl with black hair and a Rocket Grunt uniform on (The version that had pants instead of a skirt), huffed a sigh of relief. Scouting out and setting up a good place for possibly days of surveillance in wet clothes would not have made a good start for her impressions with the higher agents, not to mention it making the entire job unconfortable. The slope she'd been trying to scuttle down had suddenly given out, lurging the girl forward and, unforunately, periously near the bank of the huge lake in front of her. If her boot hadn't caught the tree, she'd be soaked through right then.

"Come on Quarria, this is the best chance you've got right now, don't mess it up." The Rocket girl muttered to herself, pulling the laces on her black boots harder and knotting them into a satisfactory bow. Quarria did a mental check-over, counting her posessions and equipment, then looked around to see if she could find anywhere suitable to be a surveillance base until further notice. She scowled as none found their way into her line of sight, then realized the perfect one was right next to her. She looked up into the tree's lush, thick tangle of foilage and caught herself smiling.

She quickly squirreled her way up the tree with minimal injuries, skidding every once in a while and wishing she had her old boots from Lavaridge Town on. Once she was suitably high enough to see a wide radius around her, she sat in a forked branch and started unpacking assorted objects into the surrounding branches and securing them tightly where they could view the world without being seen themselves. She was in the process of tying a pair of nightvision goggles onto a higher limb to her when she spotted something among the trees that most certainly shouldn't be there. It was a little camp of red tents, with an emblem she knew to be Team Magma. She scowled again and thought aloud, "What are they doing here in Kodo and, more importantly, right here at the Elemi Lake? Perhaps they've caught scent of the Milotic too? No, no they wouldn't have such a large set-up just one creature..." She mused alond and in her mind, as she usually did, complicating things much more then they really were. She shook her head and, tugging one last piece of equipment securely into place and out of sight, climbed back down the tree's thick trunk to go inspect the rival camp.

Slipping through the trees, and occationally on some rocks, Quarria worked her way around the Lake toward the Magmas' camp. She weaved around the thick trees and out of sight of the camp, watching it for signs of life. Suddenly she heard the camp, that had been for the most part sounding like a normal camp, start the sounds of people migrating. Quarria, almost in a panic, dove up a nearby tree and hid in it's core, trying to breath silently. The Magmas were flooding out of their tents, all looking equally flustered and rushed as they stormed about. They congealed around in one direction until an apparent agent, or someone of slightly higher rank-whatever they call them in Magma, told them they could go. The crowd surged forward and took off in the direction Quarria had taken to arrive at the camp. For a moment she panicked, thinking they must have seen her eariler and were going to plunder her equipment or something, but then she heard the snatches of conversation from the excited crew.

"Who'da thought those Rocket's lost a pokemon out here? Especially one so..."
"Hah! It was too easy for us to intercept and slow down their radio signals..."
"Heh, maybe we'll get to the spot our agent saw the little creature before those Rockets..."

Quarria listened to all of these people as they passed, secretly both fuming and terrified. She was angry that the Magmas had apparently intercepted a radio signal meant for her Team, which explained why her communicator hadn't buzzed out anything recently, and fearing that one of them might look up and notice the Rocket sitting in the very tree they were passing.

The rabble all passed relatively quickly, including any stragglers and the leaders who'd stayed behind to usher the rest onward then follow themselves. With her second puff of relief that day, she inched back down the tree and dove into the Camp. She opened a flap of a tent for the nearest, inspecting the insides of each one likewise before hastily moving on. At the second tent she smiled as she rooted through a bag at the foot of a bedroll. Inside she found a somewhat adiquate sized Team Magma grunt uniform. Quarria, about to step into the tent, grinned even wider as she noticed the boots on the floor, that looked excitingly like Coalwalker's Strong-Grip Mountain Boots from Lavaridge Town.

Unzipping the tent, Quarria stepped out moments later outfitted as a Team Magma grunt, as she'd just thrown the uniform on over her Team Rocket one, complete with her new, favorite pair of boots and the red legwarmers she'd pulled on over them. The only exception to her looking like a clone of a Magma Grunt was her visable pants from her Team Rocket outfit, as she had been rolling up her sleeves at that moment. She pulled her hair into the two tradition pigtails of the Magma girls, as she'd seen on almost all of the mob before hand, and flopped the hood over her head to conceal her hat, in which she had stashed her Team Rocket gloves inside. Overall, she looked almost like a perfect example of a Magma Grunt, if only the clothes had been a slightly better fit.

For a moment Quarria stood, thinking to herself and getting used to the feel of the Magma's outfit. She felt a faint vibration from her communicator and swiftly pulled it out to listen to the newest transmition sent to the Rocket Grunts region-wide.

"Attention! Attention all Rockets! It seems that our last message was intercepted and blocked from most of our agents, so HQ will repeat it's announcement again! There is a Escaped Clone pokemon in the area of Elemia Lake! It is a Clone of the Legendary Mew! I repeat, there is a Clone of Mew loose in the Elemia Lake! All agents in the nearby areas around Elemia Lake are encouraged to capture the escapee Mew Clone and report back to HQ immediately for further instructions! That is all!"

Quarria's eyes widened throughout the message, and murmured quietly, "So that's what the Magma's were scurrying about..." Her voice trailed off as the impact of what was going on hit her. She paused, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." She repeated, panicking a bit and looking about. She was in the exact right place to retrieve the Clone Mew! She shook her head to calm herself, then continued her search through the Magma Camp. After about halfway through the tents, she heard the sound of someone bumbling through the undergrowth and entering the camp. She looked up, trying not to stare like a startled stantler, when a boy in the uniform of a Magma Grunt entered the camp's edges and spotted her.

They stared at each other for a moment, Quarria trying to look her best like she belonged, and the boy looking back at her and blinking. He walked over to a tent and shrugged at Quarria. "Do you need something?" He asked when he noticed she was still standing there, an eyebrow raised.

"Ahh. I was sent over from the main unit after the interception of those misrable Rocket's radio call. I'm here to help with the search for that rare the Rocket's lost. They told me that someone would tell me where to go from here." Quarria shrugged, quite convincingly, as she insulted her own Team.

"Well, I just came back to grab something I forgot in my tent." The grunt shrugged too, then motioned for her to follow. "Well if you're here for the Cloned Mew Search, I can just take you with me." He tucked whatever he'd come back for into a pocket, and started off. Quarria trailed after him, half-amazed that her attempt to be a Magma had even worked.

They followed a trail the Magma's had carved out with their trampling feet, and were about halfway around the Lake, nearing where she'd set up her tree observatory. They passed by her tree, and the Rocket girl looked up casually into the tree, checking her equipment over into her head as she found them in their secure hiding places. The boy looked at the broken slope where Quarria had fallen earlier, and shrugged, muttering something about excited grunts under his breath. They continued on, and Quarria inquired of her mostly-quiet guide, "So, how far is it?"

"Well, a group of grunts sighted it a bit farther in. That's where most of the others are now."

"Ehm, shouldn't we split up so if one of us sees it, we'll be able to have a better chance of capturing the Clone and taking it back for testing and research?" She suggested, her actual motive partially being that she wanted to return to her tree for a better vantage point, and that she wanted a chance on her own. The grunt nodded and they parted off the beaten path. She circled around, and silently made her way back to her surveillance point. It took her some time, trying not to leave and tracks in her new boots, and finally made it to her tree's bank.

After some scrabbling up the trunk (as the skirt was a real inconvience, but the boots made it much easier), Quarria managed to sit herself back in the forked trunk and began her scanning of the area. As she looked back into the forest, she heard the most peculiar noise, a mix of a churr and a faint whimper. It was coming from the place she'd tied the nightvision goggles, which was directly at her back.

Mouth dry, Quarria slowly turned around in her seat, her eyes drifting to the source of the noise. There it was, the little pink cloned creature. The Clone Mew. It was playing with her goggles, burrling in it's throat and making joyful noises. Quarria quietly sucked in her breath and gave out a soft, gentle noise, similar to the creature's. It's head flew up, it's huge blue eyes staring at her. "This is it. I messed up. Now it'll fly off and--" Her thought was cut off as the mew gave a slight tremble then floated over to her a bit and motioned at the goggles, a look of sorrow in it's huge emotion-showing eyes. Gently, it took her hand off the branch with both of it's tiny ones, and pulled it over to the goggles, which it tugged on. The knot was solid so Quarria's equipment wouldn't fall, and the little Clone Mew couldn't get the knot off.

Almost laughing at how adorable this little creature seemed to be, Quarria allowed her hand to be moved. She gently undid the knot on the goggles and was offering the Mew them when the Mew noticed her hood. With a curious look, it pulled back her hood and made a scared squeak as it saw her Team Rocket gear. "Ohh, don't worry little one." It dawned on Quarria as she spoke that the Mew probably remembered where it was born, and was terrified of the Rockets. Quarria, thinking quickly as the mew began to back away, said, "I'm...undercover! I'm undercover. I was sent by the Police Force to infultrate the Teams that are causing havoc around the region. But now, I can't complete my infultration because those Magma grunts probably already caught what I needed to be accepted into their ranks fully. I need to bring back something back to be accepted. But they can't take whatever I catch from me. And I can protect whatever I have."

The Clone Mew paused, staring at her with it's big eyes. It floated over to her head, and took it with both of it's miniature hands, one on each side. It's blue eyes stared into her amber ones, and it blinked, nodded, and let go. It finally seemed to give off a sigh of relief, like Quarria had done twice eariler. Quarria, expecting it to flee with it's new toy, was completely taken by surprise as the clone gently took her hand again, and placed it on a pokeball, then motioned at itself. It looked like a innocent newborn as it practically spoke the message it was trying to convey. Take me. Protect me.

Quarria gulped and nodded, once again allowing her hand to be pulled. She picked up the pokeball and held it up. The Clone Mew nudged its head into the pokeball and was enveloped by a cool, bright light. The pokeball tinged a few times, then clicked. Quarria, mouth open, stared at the pokeball. She gripped the pokeball tightly, and pressed the button again. The Clone Mew emerged and looked back at her, it's face reflecting fully it's innocent joy. She smiled back, and handed the Mew the goggles to hold while she took down all of her equipment and put it away. The Mew dutifully placed the goggles in with the equipment, and churled proudly. The Rocket grunt pulled off her disguise and stashed it within her equipment, just in case. Then Quarria scaled down the tree again, her new charge sitting on her head like a baby animal would.

As they started the long trek back to HeadQuarters, Quarria patted the Clone Mew, as it floated beside her to match her walking pace, saying with a little grin, "Eh, don't worry little one. I'll protect you from them. I'm yours now. And I'll protect you." To her words, the Clone simply gave a understanding, happy mew.

Applicant Name: Liam (Crimson Jazz)
Status within Rocket Organization: Trainee
Eye color: Brown
Favorite kind of footwear: PokÉtnies
Name of favorite childhood pet: Joules
Essay portion: Please answer the following questions to the best of your ability.
Question 1: You're in the THRQ break room and there's a birthday cake sitting unattended on the table. Looking at it more closely, you see "Happy Birthday Seth" written in icing across the top. No one is around. No one will see anything. What do you do?



Question 2: You're out in the field, pursuing a Milotic that you've been told the big boss wants very badly. This is an important mission for you; there could be a promotion in the making if you do a good job.
You make your way to the area the Milotic was last seen, intent on setting up surveillance until you spot it, when you discover someone has beaten you to it! A Team Magma camp is already up and operational in the area.
There are several tents set up, each with various pieces of equipment inside. They may even have other Pokémon here, somewhere, though probably not the Milotic you're supposed to be finding.
At the moment, no one's home; the place is deserted. But they could be back at any moment.
What do you do? Does anyone show up, and what do you say or do to them? Just Team Magma, or someone else entirely? What do you find in the camp, or do you just ignore it and look for the Milotic? And how does the mission end? The suspense is killing me!

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