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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:12 am
It was early. Very early. But Nyx was in the labs, as always. Most people were still asleep, but time had no meaning where science was concerned! Well... It did. And Nyx didn't really have anything to do. But these were the thoughts she comforted herself with as she found that she was unable to sleep. Hours after Nyx became lost in the black hole of reports and data recording, someone dropped a folder on the desk. "Wha...?" She stared at the manila folder for a moment before she picked it up and opened it. "Oh!" ------- The bathroom door connecting Jen and Nyx's rooms slammed open as the tiny lab coat clad figure paraded into the room. "Jen! We have a mission!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:29 am
"Bloody hell, Nyx!"
Forearms quickly censored her upper half while a glare was tossed at the puffy-haired scientist. She had been in the middle of swapping out for a fresh uniform from a morning of excercises in the gym. Granted they were both female but...
"Dammit!" The grunt quickly tossed on the rest of her uniform. "Didn't I tell you to knock before running in my room? Geez...yer as bad as my brother was sometimes..." But the sight of the folder her partner was waving around caught her attention and she moved closer while tying her bandana.
A mission? Huh...
"What's the 411?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:31 pm
"We're paleontologists now!" Nyx grinned. Jen's state of clothed or unclothed didn't phase her in the slightest. They'd lived in the same room for a while. And in some regards, Nyx was like a doctor.
"Go to the Sagestone excavation. Needed documents are contained within. Bring back a fossil(s). Undercover mission, do not be recognized as Team Rocket. Yada yada... Oh! You get to be my assistant." She was excited. Missions with minimal chance of bullets were fun.
"Well, Sagestone is more than a day's drive from here. So pack some things and get ready." Nyx grabbed a handful of her own hair. "I'm going to go take care of this." It was wise, Nyx decided, to change her appearance for missions, since her hair was so unique.
Maybe something brown... And she'd need some khakis. Paleontologists wore khakis all the time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 1:39 pm
"Dig site, eh?" Jen was looking over Nyx's shoulder at the orders (which wasn't hard considering she was much taller then her friend) with a great deal of interest. Outside missions always made her happy; better then being stuck downstairs all day in a dark lab that reeked of coffee grinds and gunpowder. She did let out a small chuckle at the "assistant" thing.
"Well, I guess it fits." Jen grinned and flexed one of her arms. "Im more built to carry around the heavy stuff. You just take care of yer role."
"And I have some dye in the bathroom somewhere, probably under the sink." Hey, her highlights did washout every so often. "I need to take off these red strands if we're going undercover too."
She was probably gunna have to go bareheaded too. Of course, she could always put her bandana around Dons' neck or something...
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 2:11 pm
While the dye was setting in her hair, Nyx went to get some costumes from the wardrobe department. She returned shortly with a pile of different sandy colored clothes.
About an hour later, some girl with brown shoulder length curls, khaki shorts, and a plaid tank top stepped into Jen's room.
"Howdy!" She grinned. "Oh! This will be such fun, Jen!"
Behind her was one suitcase, a box of various tools, and six pokeballs.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 4:47 pm
Jen blinked a few times at the sight of Nyxs' transformation but surprise faded to a grin and small nod. Thankfully, she herself didn't have to dump the whole bottle on her head like her partner.
Dressed in a pair of old jean shorts and a loose shirt with some faded writing on the front, and with Aeon perched on her shoulder, there really was nothing left to do but go.
"I agree. But we still need to be careful." With a grunt, the Rocket pulled a beat-up duffel bag onto her shoulder and grabbed the box of tools by Nyx's suitcase. Five pokeballs were clipped on the belt around her waist.
"I take Im driving again?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 5:15 pm
"YES!" Nyx clipped her pokeballs to her belt and extended the handle for her rolling suitcase. "I had to drive to the outpost the other day... Never again. One of my pokemon are going to learn to drive."
She followed behind Jen as they made their way to the garage and were given a jeep to take on this particular mission. "There isn't much to be careful about. Paleontologists are only clever enough to break rocks with hammers. Really." Nyx scoffed and threw her suitcase in the back of the jeep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:08 pm
Jen shrugged and popped the trunk to toss her bag into as Aeon scampered into one of the front seats. "Well, Im pretty sure some of them would be more then willing to argue with you about that."
"Pika." Aeon popped his head up and glared at the two of them.
"Oh shush'em, Aeon." Jen threw open the driver's door and shooed the pokemon over a bit. "And move yer furry tush. Im driving."
"Pika-ka-chu pi."
"Don't get lippy with me, mister. Or we're not turning on the radio." She laughed at the expression on his face and turned the engine on as the garage door slid open with its ever-slowness.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:25 pm
Nyx slid into the passenger side seat before that pikachu could try and steal it from her. None of her pokemon were out and about, yet. Though one of the balls on her belt was starting to wiggle around.
She plucked it off and released the pokemon inside into the back seat. "Chikaaaa~" The dog-sized plant pokemon stretched out across the seats. Driving through the desert presented a perfect sunbathing opportunity.
"Alright, we have to at least make it to Jinko tonight. That'll put us half way there. The dig starts in two days at 4am. And I doubt any of them would be able to argue with me!" She obviously had no respect for 'scientists' who dug around and dusted off rocks all day.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:49 am
"A two day drive?" A wicked gleam appeared in Jen's eyes as they started off towards Jinko. "Does that mean I can floor it if I want to?" A jeep was an off-roading vehicle after all, as long as she didnt' hit anything or anyone, they'd be fine...
Right?
Aeon yawned and clamored into the backseat to join Mendel in her sunbathing. While he didn't enjoy it with the zeal the grass-type did, it still allowed the electric mouse to doze off. Better then having him jump around in the vehicle.
As they moved along, radio blasting some random classic rock song, Jen cast a quick side glance at Nyx. "So, does the report say what kinda fossils they found at this sight? Or do we need only the five-fingered discount?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:53 pm
Nyx sunk down in her seat. "Ehh heh... You don't have to... uh... floor it." Please don't floor it. Nyx grabbed onto her seat belt, like holding on to it would protect her better.
Mendel watched the pikachu climb into her domain. She laid her head back down and yawned. She would allow Aeon to share the sun with her.
"Well, the dig hasn't started yet. It looks like we're to get there at the start, pretend like we're supposed to be there, and either find fossils ourselves, and or steal them from pebbles for brains." She had to get all this animosity out before they got there. Paleontologists didn't hate other Paleontologists.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:16 pm
"Aw, poo." Jen made a sadface at her partner but, nevertheless, pressed down on the gas a bit to make the vehicle go faster. They had to get to Jinko at least before dark if they wanted to get to the hotel before it closed for the night.
Aeon made no sound, save for some light snores. The sun was comfortable, the AC in the jeep kept the seats cool and Mendel wasn't bothering him. He had zonked off as soon as he laided his head down.
~Timeskip~
The sun had set well beyond the horizen by the time Jen pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Nothing too shabby but nothing too extravagant either. Just right for a "Paleontologist" and her "Assistant" to stay the night.
Along with their pokemon.
Jen jumped out of the Jeep and popped the trunk to grab their bags, stopping only to glance at her friend.
"Please tell me they included all the hotel stuff in that folder. As much as I like camping, its like rubbing salt into the wound when we have to do it next to a hotel."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:38 pm
"Yeah, wait here, I'll go get our keys." Nyx shut her door and went into the lobby. She came back with a pair room keys. "Room 125 B." She announced as she grabbed her rolling suitcase and returned the Chikorita to her pokeball.
"Tomorrow we get up early and head to the next hotel," Nyx dragged her suitcase to their room. "We should probably get used to our new names, too." Part of getting ready was picking up their new IDs. Jen was now Zara Wood, and Nyx was Emma Green.
The next morning they packed back into the car and drove to the hotel in Sagestone. Again, Nyx got their room key and they made camp indoors. This night, however, they were to report in to Nadja.
Nyx sat on the bed, Mendel laying next to her, and called Nadja on her pokedex.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:58 pm
Jen let Aeon and Don (who had escaped from his pokeball that morning) claim a section of her bed while she finished cleaning up.
Only then did she flop down on the bed and grab the remote from the nightstand. She did keep the volume low, however, when she saw Nyx pull out her pokedex.
She scooted a bit closer so she was within earshot and vocal distance of the device.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:33 pm
It took a moment for the holoscreen to go from a black panel with 'Calling..' in grey to a video feed of their superior. The white turtleneck of her uniform was visible and she had pulled her hair away from her face. Someone was singing in a foreign language and a pot bubbled in the background.
"Ah." The screen shifted to a view of a ceiling as she set the device down. Nadja's arm - gloveless - came into view and the music faded. "Report."
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