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 Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 12:57 pm
Katarina had been Eris' home for years when she was younger; she had only moved out once she found that the nomadic ways of Team Rocket fit her better than the city ever could. She knew all ins and outs of the city like the back of her hand, and that information was always useful when she needed to do something in the city for the "big bad bossmen" of TR. But now she felt misplaced, like she had been dropped in the middle of some maze and was told to find her way out. Nothing felt right or natural anymore, and she might as well have been walking around the city blind.
A passerby purposefully shied away from the tall woman as she punched the wall of a building in frustration. Her other hand, formerly balled into a fist, opened enough to let a crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. She knew this city. Why couldn't she find one little address? Growling irritably, she glanced down at her knuckles, now scuffed and dirty, then made a sighing sound of utter frustration. Maybe she would go home.
She hadn't wanted to get a job that badly, anyway.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 1:23 pm
 Chase grinned, she was right on time. He had called in a favor to get an offer for a bogus job to this former Rocket. He hadn't exactly gotten in good with the local branch of the criminal organization, but that was all about to change. There weren't too many former Rockets that wanted back in here, yet, but that hadn't stopped Chase from following this tried and true method of collecting "Favors". He was a master pickpocket, but he also prided himself on his skill at planning, scheming, and, most important in this situation, extortion and blackmail.
He had heard by way of contacts that he had already set up, that this former Rocket was wanting back in, but was having little to no luck in her endeavor. So, being the kind and caring soul that he was, he had devised a plan to get her back into the good graces of those in charge. Actually, he planned to go farther, and get her promoted. She was going to be his personal ticket to the inner sanctum of the Zatao Rocket Headquarters, and she wasn't going to have any idea that it was happening until she was in so deep that it would be suicide to sell him out. That was how it worked in this world, and he was hoping that she wouldn't know too much about crime outside of the Rockets, where such trickery was rarely necessary.
He walked out of the alleyway, and right up to the former Rocket, "Eris, I presume. How are you doing this fine evening? Having trouble finding something?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:22 am
If her life had taught Eris anything, it was to be skeptical of everyone; to always assume that everyone knew everything about you that you didn't want them to know. Some might've called it paranoia, maybe, but to her it was strict common sense. It had saved her many a time before, and she had no intention to stop using it now, even if - for the most part - the people who she met were quiet, unassuming folk. The kind of person she was trying so hard, so futilely to be. Immediately, she flared her nostrils at Chase, straightening her spine and standing in a borderline defensive position.
"Can I help you?"
How did this person know her name? He must've had some ties to someone, but she couldn't figure out where. He seems gentlemanly enough; that could have been a sincere show of kindness or a clever rouse. He had come out of the alley, however, and it was more often than not that unsavory characters were the ones who lingered in the out-of-sight streets, like a Spinorak settled in the corner of its web, waiting for unsuspecting prey. He must've known somehow she'd be there; there should have been a building where her job offer was, but who was to say that this man wasn't the one who was hiring? It was all very fishy business. For now, though, she said nothing, eying him cautiously.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:43 am
She appeared to be even more stubborn than his contact had led him to believe, Chase grinned, this would be fun. He had to play his cards right, as usual, but that was his specialty, after all. He used it even when pickpocketing. It had kept him out of jail and off hit lists for his entire life. He looked mockingly offended, "Is that how you greet someone who asks if he can help? Fine, I'll be over there when you decide if you want help." His grin reappeared when he turned. It was entirely plausible that she was more unstable than he had anticipated, based on what he had just seen, but that was fine.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:13 am
"Don't waste your time." Her tone was short and curt. She flared her nostrils as he turned, despite taking the opportunity to quickly scoop up the piece of paper while he was no longer watching her, shoving it into her pocket. Arms crossed over her chest in classic "not me, not today" body language, she leaned against the wall she had punched only a few minutes before. She didn't trust him. Granted, Eris didn't trust anyone; nevertheless, she had decided that this fellow was especially untrustworthy. Sleezy as the day was long. If he had the affiliations she suspected he might have, he might've been able to help with a slightly different situation... No.
"You might as well slink back to wherever you came from, cuz the last person I need help from is you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:25 am
Chase's grin widened, she had said it. Exactly like he thought she would, he glanced out of the corners of his eyes, good, there weren't any more people coming through. He waved one hand behind his back in a nonchalant manner, "Fine, I guess you didn't want back in, after all. Sorry, my mistake. Although, if I was right, then I think I'm EXACTLY who you need help from." He said all this just as he was turning the corner into the ally way. Then, immediately flipped his cape, turning it into the full length hooded black cloak, fastening it as he went to lean against the building, waiting for her to take the bait.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 3:40 am
Eris stiffened slightly, her spine straightening at Chase's words. So he was a Rocket, or at least he had some sort of affiliation. She surmised so much; he was too Ekans-like to be a normal backwoods criminal. But why was he offering to help her? No one ever helped anybody without wanting something for themselves. Even the kindest people are greedy. She realized this, always. She never expect give without an equal amount of take - and what this stranger was offering was a whole lot of give. Still, the temptation lay like meat in front of a Houndoom. She would have given anything to be back in. This quaint, softspoken, crowd mingler life was not for her; she realized it more by the day. She knew what she was, knew what her abilities were suited for...and it was not for this.
"Why help me? Why not help some other sorry ********?" Her words were still just as sharp as before. "What do you want from me that you can't get from anyone else?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:10 pm
Chase laughed, easy as pie. He sighed, "Why you? That's kind of a melodramatic question, isn't it? Fine. I'll let you in on what's going on. But, follow me, I don't like discussing business in public." He opened the grungy door that he was standing next to, and walked into the unoccupied apartment that he had gone ahead and stolen the keys to. He motioned to Eris, "Come inside.. unless you want to continue this boring droll."
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 1:22 pm
"Don't you ******** talk down to me," she hissed, her feet remaining planted in the same spot. "If it concerns me, I have the right to know." Hands balled like fists at her sides, she fought against her urge to give this guy a good strong punch in the jaw. She was bigger than him and stronger than him, certainly. She could've taken him down right there. But he was...useful, if irritating. She would get what she needed from him and then discard him, like an Arbok regurgitating the shell of a Pidgey's egg after digesting the unborn chick inside. Her anger still inflamed, she flared her nostrils and stepped forward.
"You better ******** make this quick," she warned testily.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:16 pm
Chase sighed, she was being less cooperative than he had planned on, but that was fine. He stepped back out the door, his grin gone, and his face in a serious scowl, "You want to talk about rights? We criminals have no rights. Especially a criminal who turns on their organization. You gave up your rights when you joined that group of buffoons, the only rights you legally have now are read to you by a police officer if you're caught. However, I can see that this will go much more smoothly if I just tell you. I am offering you a chance to get back in good graces with your former employers. All I want in exchange is for you to get a message to the higher ups in the local branch. Is that too complicated for you, or did I use to many big words?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 10:10 am
This doesn't add up, Eris,her gut was telling her, squirming uncomfortably. There was no way that this guy was willing to get her back into Team Rocket in exchange for being a carrier Pidgey. It didn't see right, didn't fit. He wanted more. No matter what he told her, there was more, and she knew it. But something else was telling her that it didn't matter. Who cared about what this guy wanted? He was offering her the chance that she had been pining for, the thing she wanted more than anything else. Well...no. There was something else she would have liked more. But that wasn't going to happen. No amount of wishing would bring him back.
The seconds between his response and hers betrayed her interest, clearly. With the cover of her lack of caring gone, she spoke, the pretense of irritation gone. "What message would this be, anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:42 am
Chase grinned and nodded, "Nothing specific, all I want is for you to get in good with the higher ups and mention me. I like to be able to sell the Pokemon that I acquire to the local big criminal organization. Usually, by now, I'd be bargaining with the local branch, but, for some reason, I can't get my message in. So, it's a win win. You get back in, and I get to sell these Pokemon. Now, if you would, I'd really prefer to discuss the exacts of my plan inside. If we're caught, neither of us get what we want. You can ask more questions inside." He stood to the side, feeling fairly pleased with himself. Maybe now they could get this operation moving.
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