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1337 had just been looking forward to a day of being a lazy bum lounging in front of a computer. Was that really too hard to ask?

Apparently, the world was out to get him, and started off with ruining his plans for the day. The visored Rocket had been in his dorm, minding his own business (by researching other agents within the facilities). He had just made it to some rather juicy information on a particular agent, when suddenly he spotted something unusual out of the corner of his eye. His most prized possession (or rather, one of his many prized possessions), a bottle of hot sauce, began floating around all by itself. Due to recent missions, he was no fool as to what it could be causing the problem. However, he still felt panic like any other person would when something so dear was at stake.

At first, he tried to grab for the bottle. Yet this proved fruitless, for each time he reached out for the bottle, it floated out of his reach. He tried at least 2 dozen times to grab it, but each time the hot sauce managed to slip away. And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. For a brief moment a deep purple face appeared around the bottle and stuck out its tongue before fading once again. Then, taking the bottle with it, the Ghost Pokemon zipped at the nearest wall. The ghost Pokemon slipped through, no problem. However, the same could not be said about the bottle. The glass bottle cracked upon impact, and then fell to the floor with a small crash.

Even though the Gastly was invisible now, he paused and re-entered the room for a moment to see what had happened. He was a very young Gastly that had only just been recently hatched in the Science Facility. He did not quite have a grasp of solid objects not being able to go through walls. The Pokemon didn't really seem be too worried, and the Gastly went back on his merry way. There was mischief to be had while he was out and about!

1337 let out a shrill cry as he went to tend to the wounded bottle. His beloved Satan's blood was bleeding from the crack, seeping into the cheap carpet, now lost to his stomach forever. "Nooooooooo!!!" Almost as if nursing an injured bird, the agent picked up his bottle and quickly went to find a plastic bag. After locating one in a desk drawer, he set his poor abused bottle into its temporary storage place. Once he had tended to the wounded, he set the bottle down on his desk and stared at the door with a big frown. He was angry. And he felt the desire to beat this Gastly down into a pulp.

With his anger getting the better of him, he rushed out the dorm door and began to run in the hallway to find the invisible Pokemon.

((OOC note: Mischievous Gastly on the loose! If your Rocket or Pokemon happens to be in its path, be prepared for some slight mischief. Feel free to tell what the Gastly does when it encounters your characters, but keep in mind it will probably stay invisible the whole time ;D ))

The visored Grunt was attracted to the shriek, only because that meant the Gastly had gone in that direction. Though his mind was set on revenge, it was soon enough distracted by the sight of another female agent's laundry situation. He had turned the corner, using his hand to brace himself for the sharp turn, and WHAM! Laundry everywhere and accusations thrown in his general direction. He couldn't help but look at some of the unmentionables that were on the floor, but he commented in a rather collected manner "... ummm... let me think about it... No!"

Rather than stay and chat about how big her cupcakes were, he attempted to walk past, tip toeing as best as one in such clunky boots could manage around the laundry. He stepped on a few articles of clothing on accident, but he didn't bother to apologize. He had made it past the whole explosion of clothing when one bra managed to get up and float away. It practically brushed past his cheek. Once again, he couldn't help but wonder what size that bra was, but then he noticed something very important. The Gastly now had a visual to follow after.

"Hey! Get back here!" he shouted as he picked up the pace and ran after the floating brassiere. He'd probably end up colliding with another Rocket at some point, but that didn't stop him from running down the halls like an idiot after a piece of lingerie.

If only he knew that he was now being tailed by a rather angry female grunt, maybe he would have slowed down. However, his own anger was fueling his chase.

The floating bra zigged and zagged through the hallways until they reached the mess hall. Fortunately for the invisible Gastly, two grunts were walking out, one holding the door open for the other. It floated through with the article of clothing without a problem.

1337 however, would have a slightly more tricky time getting through the doorway. He wasn't invisible, and now the fact that two Rockets were gawking and chuckling at what had floated past them meant he had to shove his way past. As he pushed his way through, he did point out "Wrong place to stop and stare, boys!" Once he got into the Mess Hall, his eye caught upon the bra as it made figure 8s in the air. Fortunately, it wasn't a set meal time, so only a few Rockets were there to witness this strange occurrence.

"Damn it! Get back here!" he shouted at the bra, which actually got a few laughs from some of the Rockets eating their meals. To add to their viewing pleasure, he began to give chase again, which proved fruitless due to the height which the bra was floating at.

Due to how high the Gastly had been floating, it had not been very worried about the humans down below chasing him around. He was giggling silently to himself. However, he did manage to catch glimpse of a flying type. Even though he was relatively new to the world, he knew competition when he saw it. Not wanting his outing to stop, he decided to turn it into a new game of tag. As the bird Pokemon swooped in his invisible direction, rather than dodge, he instead began to "run" in the same direction. It would make it a bit easier to catch since the straps were now fluttering back towards the Pidgey, but even if caught, the Ghost-type seemed unlikely to let go.

A rather loud clatter did catch his attention, but only for a brief moment. He winced slightly and uttered out "Oooo... harsh wipe out!" before resuming his own chase as well. The lingerie was now moving in a completely different direction, and thanks to the mild distraction of that girl crashing on the table, he might have had more time to recover. Bouncing off the closest object (which happened to be the edge of one of the tables), he ran after the Gastly and Pidgey. The bra was floating nearly to the ceiling and looked like it was getting close to colliding with a wall.

Well, at least it won't break like my bottle of hot sauce he couldn't help but mentally sulk. However, if things worked out as they did with the hot sauce, it looked like the bra might end up dropping into a vat of chili that was under what seemed like the collision point.

Once again, the Gastly did not account for solid objects not being able to follow along, and peeked out from the wall to see what had happened.

Unless the Pidgey had some sense to it still, it would probably fall into a vat of chili that was directly below it.

1337 couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but he shortly started grumbling. "Stupid Gastly!" he grunted out, despite the fact it was indeed rather smart with that move. Now that the bra was technically not a visual for the Ghost-type Pokemon anymore, he really could care less about what happened to it.

"Stop being a coward, and SHOW YOURSELF!" he called out in anger before kicking the wall to vent slightly. Probably the least likely way to entice a Pokemon to approach him, but he wasn't thinking at the moment.

1337 was not like your usual Rocket agent. Even with a superior in the room and all eyes on him, he didn't feel out of place at all. In fact, he rolled his eyes behind his visor and in a decent volume grumbled "Yeah, yeah... blame it on one of the victims...ya cowards." This agent wasn't the least bit intimidated by his superior, despite the fact any SANE person should and would have been. Glancing to the brunette, he then casually summarized the situation:

"Yeah... my hypothesis is that a Gastly from the Science Facility got loose. It came in my dorm and vandalized some of my property, then made its way here with that agent's....hmmm... what's the word... jiggle-holder." At this point, he paused and pointed to Nikki as she tended to her Pokemon. "I've been pursuing it since my dorm room." It was probably best he left things as vague as he did, since more than likely he'd get reprimanded for causing such a stir over hot sauce. He glanced up (though none could really tell due to the visor), then thought of one last thing to add.

"I've only had visual of the actual Pokemon 1 time, however, it made itself more visible by dragging around the jiggle-holder."

Now, speaking of that silly Gastly...

what was it up to?

The Gastly was still invisible and now exploring this new location a bit more in depth. That Pokemon that had given him chase had taken what looked like a bath in some brownish-orange goop. With a large invisible smile, the Ghost Pokemon investigated further. He couldn't help but take about a mouth-full and start floating around. Since he was invisible, all it would seem like was a floating ball of chili in the air once he became airborne again.

...now... who to prank, who to prank?

The agent seemed to have no concerns as he pointed out "I would have lost visual if I took the time to report it. Making it more difficult to pinpoint where the Pokemon is lingering." He smirked, as he knew he had a valid point.

"And Agent 1-3-3-7... I take it that I shall be gettin' a reprimand for my efforts?" He wasn't stupid, he could tell by the tone and the uniform that this superior was more than likely going to try to pinpoint this all on him. Nevermind the fact none of the Rocket "public" property was destroyed or even tarnished. Didn't matter much to him. Half the fun of getting in trouble was being able to screw around with his computer and fixing his file on the Rocket database to his pristine status.

The invisible Gastly looked around, back and forth for his new victim. The blonde had already been tricked, as well as the one with the metal face. However, there was a brunette man that was now somewhat fixated on metal-head. Inwardly cackling, the blob of chili floated up behind the man. Once he was lined up where he wanted to be, the invisible Gastly spewed out the chili in Seth's direction.

The agent had fortunately managed to wipe off the smirk he had prior from his face. Yet, the temptation to crack a smile off his face would tease him upon the sight of such a hard-a** getting what he deserved.

In an attempt to distract himself, he pulled his only Pokeball off of his belt and tossed it out. With a flash of light, his own tool of the trade floated up to his feet. The Beldum would only be able to do so much though.

His hand began to type up an order with his right hand, though to the common onlooker, it might have seemed like he was trying to make fun of his superior. His order would be similar to what he instructed his Pokemon to do before, which was project a magnetic field and to inform him of any uncalculated disturbances to the field. However, he needed something to assist him in identifying the Pokemon. He glanced to a nearby table and picked up a shaker of salt.

The Gastly's curiousity was starting to get the better of it. When the metal-head Rocket began to make funny gestures, it could not help but want to draw closer and figure out what was going on. Maybe his freedom would be short-lived.