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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:41 pm
TRP huffed a little sigh as she headed downstairs. As usual the lobby of TRHQ was bustling with morning activity. Agents scurrying left and right, off to train and test and sneak. She offered a few agents passing nods on her way to the recruit board.
She slowed to a stop, boredly fingering a Poké Ball on her belt as she looked over the board. She arched an eyebrow at the updated list.
"Nine new recruits?" That was the most she'd seen in.. well.. quite some time. She turned around to glance over the various agents milling about, searching for unfamiliar faces.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 9:11 pm
One such new recruit was dressed in the black garb of a grunt and not entirely dissimilar to TRP herself. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes. Granted her hair was longer and and not pulled up like her superior's but there was certainly similarities.
She had a particularly sour expression on her face as she scratched at her arms. Her new uniform itched and the hat was stupid. She hated it with a passion. The girl huffed to herself and seemed to not be interacting at all with any of the other agents that milled about. Also, upon the girl's shoulder was an unusually colored bird. A Pidgey that was half black and had a pair of red eyes that glared at every passersby.
This was Nikki Aideen, one of the new recruits that TRP was seeking out.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 10:07 pm
TRP spotted the new Rocket and headed in her direction, "You must be from our new batch of Grunts." She quirked an eyebrow at the odd Pokémon on the girl's shoulder.
"That's an interesting Pidgey.."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 1:05 pm
Sea stood just inside the lobby of Team Rocket Headquarters, a silly grin plastered on her face. Her feet were planted shoulder length apart and her hands were on her hips. She was wearing her spiffy new uniform, all cleaned and pressed for her entrance into the evil organization. "Kukuku. This is it!" she said to herself, pride in her voice. She heard a now familiar wooshing sound and looked down to see Othello standing next to her, mimicking her stance in a mocking fashion. She frowned at the tiny turtle pokemon. "Hey, you can't just come out whenever you want," Sea admonished and reached for the pokeball at her belt. "Squirtle, squirtle," the pokemon said, sticking out his tongue, and ran off into the frenzy of working Team Rocket Agents. "Come back!" Sea ran after him, worrying that she would miss her appointment with her superior should she not catch her new partner quickly enough.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 9:00 pm
Looking up as someone seemed to be addressing her, Nikki frowned lightly. However, as soon as she caught the owner of the voice her expression changed instantly from less than friendly to respectably neutral. It only took a single glance after all to notice that this other blond was her superior officer.
Nikki stiffened to attention and saluted. "Yes ma'am," was her cool and calm response but not without due respect. Darkfeather seemed to also notice that he was being referred to. The ball of feathers fluffed out indignantly and glared at the woman with the curly pigtails, his beak giving a single clack in warning.
"This is Darkfeather," Nikki introduced the bird as she still stood straight with her shoulders back and head held high. "And my name is Nikki, ma'am." She paused as a side glance with her eye caught DF's glowering at TRP. "Please excuse his lack of manners. He's not much of a people Pokemon."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 9:55 pm
TRP waved a hand, "Please, you don't have to be so formal. Saluting's not necessary." She eyed Darkfeather and chuckled, "Spunky little thing. Reminds me of Axel when he was a Charmander.." She shook her head, obviously thinking back on a funny memory.
"Well welcome to the team. Now that you've graduated from Trainee I'll be overseeing your early missions and field work. Grunt work can be a little tedious but I think you'll fi-" She blinked, distracted by another rookie charging through the lobby chasing after a squirtle.
Quirking an eyebrow, she plucked a Poké Ball from her belt and pressed the button to expand it. "Furin." She held the ball up. The little orb fired a red beam, from which a Chimecho appeared. TRP gestured at the fleeing Squirtle.
Apparently Furin knew the drill. With a little "chiiiime" she drifted after the tiny turtle. Once in range she let loose a soothing Yawn attack.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 2:49 pm
Tatsuya strode into the busy lobby of TRHQ, his black Grunt uniform ironed and wrinkle free. Mother and Father dearest had been ready at the door this morning to see him off, probably just to inspect him to make sure he would make a good first impression. He was confident enough that he would, but with this new Charmander he was afraid he was going to lose his temper.
Coming from a wealthy, Rocket supporting family he was practically ensured a pokemon, but his Father believed he had to earn it. And he did by completing his weeks-worth of training to become a Rocket. Expecting a powerful, battle hungry pokemon he got this Charmander.
Now the alizarin-haired boy knew Charmanders grew up to be big and strong Charizards, but this one was different.
It was terribly, and by all means insanely shy.
Fire types' tempers were usually you know...fiery. This girly little thing was currently shaking like a leaf, clinging to his new and polished boots. It cowered and dug it's tiny claws into his boot covered calf every time anything breathing zipped by in the busy lobby.
Tatsuya gazed around the lobby with his sea-green eyes, looking for someone, probably a superior, by the name of 'TRP'. He finally spotted her, her uniform standing out amoung most of the rest. A few other Rockets, new recruits like him he reasoned, were already flocked near her. He looked down to his Charmander. 'You'd think with a strong name like Pandora, she'd be a little less timid.' He deathpanned to himself. "Come on, keep up. We're going to meet TRP. Please try not to embarrass me." The pair made their way across the lobby to were TRP was, Pandora clutching her tail and running after Tatsuya. 'At least she seems to know I'm her master.' He thought to himself. They arrived near whom Tatsuya presumed was TRP and began to introduce himself. "Hello, I am Tatsuya. It's a pleasure to meet you," He said with a small bow. "I am one of the new Grunts."
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 4:23 pm
Sea stopped running at the small group of trainees that was beginning to form, huffing slightly from the exertion. She watched curiously as the senior officer's Chimecho drifted towards her unruly Othello. At first Othello didn't seem to be effected by the small bell pokemon's attack, though it wasn't long before he fell fast asleep and curled up into his shell. "So cool~." Sea went to gather up her pokemon, which disappeared in a flash of red into it's ball. She looked at the TR woman and her adorable pokemon in admiration. "Thanks for the help."
Sea looked about her at the other members dressed in a similar uniform as her own. "Ah! Is there where I'm supposed go to meet... uhhm." She pulled the folded letter from her pocket and quickly looked it over. "...Member TRP?"
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 8:43 pm
Sam groaned as she walked glancing down at the Pichu running beside of her. "We're going to be late for our introductions because you wouldn't listen to me! What are they going to say now that we're late? Great!" Huffing out an angry breath, Sam burst through the door of the headquarters. Spotting the chaos around her, she hoped with every breath that she wouldn't be noticed sneaking in a little late.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:14 pm
 Roxie walked into the so-called headquarters. This is the place? She thought. What a dump. As she scanned the lobby with dislike, Roxie noticed several agents with very tacky, hideous uniforms. "If they make we wear these, I will sue!"
Roxie walked further into the lobby to find several people crowding around some lady with a clipboard.
Before she could even step towards the group, Blake, her charmander burst out of his pokeball from her belt in a red beam of light. The fire lizard lazily looked around his surroundings, yawned and started to lounge right in the middle of the lobby. " Blake! Get back inside your pokeball!" Roxie stomped her foot with her hands on her hips. " Why can't you listen to me?"
Blake opened one of his eyes to gaze at her before closing them again.
Sighing, Roxie grabbed her pokeball and called Blake back, who went in willingly enough for now. She was so going to have to talk to Daddy about getting another pokemon. This one was so disobedient!
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:39 pm
Nikki seemed a little relieved that this agent didn't seem to care for the formalities. Good. She didn't like them much herself. Or at least... she didn't like having to do them. It felt far too stuffy for her liking and it just did not suit her at all. Still, she nodded once as TRP explained that she would be overseeing her first missions. All well and good. However, the new grunt couldn't help a little smirk at the observation of DF's "spunk" which was putting it mildly.
However, before TRP could finish and Nikki could give a verbal answer... another new recruit and their Squirtle seemed to be making a scene. The long haired blond also lifted a brow as she watched, folding her arms and clearly not impressed. She also spotted several of the others arriving. Ugh. Were these the people she would have to work with? Nikki look just about as aggitated as the fluffed up Pidgey on her shoulder, eyeing the others with distaste.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:45 pm
(NOTICE: I've made some necessary changes to the way Trainee and Grunt roles function in this game. Please take a look at the "READ FIRST" post for more details. I hope the change doesn't cause anyone too much trouble.)
TRP smirked at Sea and offered a nod, "No problem. I'd recommend training that Pokémon. I won't always be around to knock him out for you."
Looking cheerful, Furin drifted back over to hover near TRP's shoulder. "Chiiime."
TRP glanced up as she was addressed by Tatsuya. "Right on time." She checked Tatsuya's name off her list and glanced back over the arriving Grunts, "Looks like most of you have shown up for your first day on the job. Congratulations on completing your training. I'm sure you're all very proud." Her chipper grin faded into a serious line, "But I'll be honest with you. Most Rockets don't drop out at training. It's real field work that scares the wimps away. I'm here to help you where I can, but don't think this is going to be a cake walk. Capiche?"
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:57 pm
Sam sighed in a giant gush of relief at the sound of the one who was obviously in charge giving what appeared as her opening speech to her fellow Grunts. So, she thought that a few of them would wimp out? They probably would, but not Sam. Sam was focused too much on her vengeance to let a little thing like fear get in her way. Plus, the Rocket member was a lot older than half of the brats that were around her.
Glancing down at Sparx she whispered, "You ready little guy? Looks like we're going to be tested." Sparx looked up with his brow knit, obviously not liking that he was going to be fighting other Pokemon for Team Rocket's sake but he nodded his head and whispered back, "Chuuu. . . "
Nodding her head with acceptance of his answer, the Grunt smiled, her long crimson ponytail bobbing with the force of her acceptance. "Bring it!" Sam called in return to the question, "I'll more than show you that I'm up to any challenge you give me."
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 10:42 pm
Off to the side, a silent young woman watched the combination of arrivals and ensuing chaos...or at least potential chaos. She sighed, reaching up and tucking a long strand of black hair behind her ear. Blinking at the action, the Pidgey on her shoulder quickly mirrored the action on her other side. The Pokemon was careful, almost caring in her motions, tucking the hair behind the human's ear and brushing her wing against her cheek. "Priiii...?"
Sierra ignored the inquiring trill, icy eyes still passing over her fellow Grunts in an appraising manner. Looked a bit hit-or-miss, but only time would tell. Not that she cared what happened to the rest of them. All that concerned her was her own fate.
She was here to get stronger...to prove herself. Exactly who she was proving her worth to...well, that was a subject up for question that she wasn't asking.
Celeste eyed her trainer with concern. While their time together had been short thus far, she cared about the strange human female. The Pidgey could sense...a sadness within. The human had experienced a tragedy of some sort in her life and she carried that sadness with her wherever she went. Even if she never shared her story with Celeste...the bird Pokemon was determined to do her best to ease the human's pain. Without even being aware of it, the Pokemon had seemingly 'adopted' her own trainer.
Sierra's eyes had locked on a blonde Grunt...or at least on the odd Pidgey on her shoulder. The unique dark coloration, the dangerous light in his eyes, the threatening posture... Now that was a Pokemon! She glanced back at the normal Pidgey on her shoulder and sighed.
Celeste trilled softly, nuzzling her human's cheek gently.
"There's something wrong with you, you know."
Noticing the woman with the clipboard and immediately identifying her as the one in charge, Sierra realized that she seemed to be checking names off the list. Whoops. Guess she needed to check in like the rest rather than just standing off to the side, observing. Her step was quick and crisp, like one of a person sure of themselves, but not trying to stand out or make a scene. The confidence was still an act...but Sierra's hope was that it wouldn't be for much longer.
"Sierra Istas, ma'am," she stated simply. She was polite, but still a young woman of few words. She had listened to what seemed to be their welcome speech, and nodded silently. She made no proud speeches or replies. Only a silent promise in her head that she wouldn't be one of the weaklings that were cut. She'd come too far already for that.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 10:14 am
Ignoring most of the other new recruits that were now also crowding around to listen to TRP, Nikki instead paid attention to the older blond woman. She wasn't exactly a social sort and simply nodded when the elite agent started telling them how difficult their first missions would be and were intended to weed out the wimps. This had been something she expected and Nikki certainly had no intention to give up now or ever.
However, something did catch her attention as she heard a familiar chirp nearby. Brown eyes locked onto the normal looking Pidgey that sat on another recruit's shoulder. She also happened to notice that the other girl was looking at DF as well. Nikki smirked just a little bit. Was that just a hint of jealousy she saw in the other grunt's eyes?
Still wearing her smug and confident smirk, Nikki returned her attention to TRP.
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