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The corridors of TRHQ are not truly pleasant. Besides their ever constant smell of of a certain sol of pine which was quite lovely, they lacked in a height suitable for Pokemon over the height of well, "large". For Prometheus, it was very much uncomfortable to reel his neck low as he marched onwards, but finally by his Queen's side, he refused to leave her. The little twinge of pain from a growing cranky neck was very much worth it to be in her company. Len extended a hand upon his belly's side as they walked side by side, a small look of bothered concern on her delicate face.

"Are you sure you do not wish to go back into your Pokeball?" she asked with a twist of her lip. "I don't mind."

The Charizard pursed his ever constant frown and swayed his head left to right. Her concern had touched a chasm in his heart and even the small slip of her hand on his belly made his loyalty just seemingly grow for her more. Lennyka showed not a love for any of her Pokemon like she did Prometheus. He was a darling Charizard to her and in return, she loved him. Who knew it'd take so many years to finally return to his master's side?

"You did a wonderful fire back there, yesterday, I mean." Len said to the splotched Charizard. "Too bad it made the news again. It's like three forest fires is alien to those people! Please."

Having ears catch the sounds of a news broadcast, Len paused and turned the hallway to follow and catch the action. "Seems like we're on television, again, Prometheus." she breathed. "How terrible."

Prometheus simply obliged her with a snort.

She had not registered the existence of another fellow rank in the regularly abandoned rec room (save for when trainees and other mischievous kid baddies decide to engage in underage drinking) so when the voice of another tickled her ears, her hackles stood on edge. Prometheus caught her fright and snorted again, in slight warning, but rested itself when he remembered that everyone in Team Rocket was the same. No one would hurt her here.

With a slight shrug, the braid-tailed girl gave ticked her head to a slight inclination and smiled. "I don't know, really." she responded, folding gloved hands over her bosom. "I was bored, really."

Prometheus snorted at this. "Oh goodness, I'm not lying Prometheus." she growled, causing the Charizard to slit eyes to his Queen. "Ugh, I actually wanted to see some pretty flames. Fire is so insignificant when it is something small like a stove fire or candle flicker. Big, bright flames. That is what I like. I just wanted to see them, that's all . . . they look really pretty when you see them from above too. Hehe." A hesitation. "There, happy now?" she glared to the Charizard. She was returned with a rare smile as the Charizard cocked its head downward. He hated to see her lie. She was a good girl.

Saleen had never actually been to the rec room before. She actually hadn’t realized there was a rec room. She was still partially in her work clothes from the lab, with her long hair tied up in a braided bun, a hot pink shirt, and a black skirt that came down to her knees, topped off with her usuall red pumps. But she was missing her lab coat. She had taken it back up to her room, but hadn’t felt the need to change. She wasn’t wearing her glasses however. Sometimes she wore them in the lab, but usually she tried not to wear them, as she hated how she looked with them on. Usually her glasses were just for if her eyes were bugging her, or if one of her pokemon took her contacts….which they did way too often…

Saleen was followed by what appeared to be a girl with pink hair as well, with a long braid, blue eyes, and a rocket grunt uniform on. Saleen was too tired to care at the moment, so she let Ambrosia have her fun. The ‘girl’ behind her was grinning and skipping around a bit…Saleen rubbed her temples…Callista was going to kill her one of these days… “Really Rosie…do you HAVE to do that?” she asked the ‘girl’ behind her who just grinned and chuckled a little.

Saleen was walking down the hall when she saw the sign labeled ‘Recreational Room’ and decided to check it out. Upon entering she noticed there were already two people there…and a few interesting things in here…one being the television. Saleen didn’t actually have a television, but she did have a nice computer, a powerful desktop and a decent laptop. She walked over to the couch and sat down with a loud sigh, the ‘girl’ sitting down next to her and mimicking her sigh. “Oh cut that out Rosie…” said Saleen, not really in the mood of having to deal with her shenanigans…

As the young woman with long, pink hair entered followed by a girl with a pink braid, Izaya's crimson eyes followed them. He watched them seat themselves out the corner of of his vision, smiling mildly but saying nothing.

When the third lady joined the first two on the couch, however, Izaya chuckled and tossed himself back on the cushions. "Heeey, there's a lot of pretty girls coming in all of a sudden. Are we having a pretty-girl-movie party with popcorn and soda?"

"Yeah, that may be so. But this isn't really a place that Rockets are obligated to be. Even if a party wasn't planned, we can always take this ideal opportunity to start one, can't we?" He smirked at Saleen sideways from the other couch.

"Hmm?" Turning his attention to the girl who approached him, he stared back at her before sneering. "Heh. There something about me you find interesting?" he asked.

"O-oi, it's rude to pinch a stranger," Izaya attempted to speak as his cheeks were uncomfortably stretched. He made no move to stop her, though, as she had her fun.

"Yeah...she's got quite a grip, heh," he stated, rubbing his cheek as Saleen picked up her pokemon. Truthfully, he had seen the Zorua's tail when the girl had first come in, drawing his suspicion. He chose not to comment on that, however, as he sneered contemptuously at the tiny illusionist. "Was that really necessary?" he asked Ambrosia.

"Oh? Well, maybe that I can understand," he mused, glancing at the rock weighing down the magazines on the coffee table. "People are fun to play tricks on. It's a difficult temptation to resist." He laughed at the explanation given as to who Zorua chose to appear as.

"What's the matter? Not content with your own appearance?" He cocked his head. "I think it looks nice. Pink and black is a good combination without having to look human too. With as unique a coloring as that, I don't see why you'd ever want to mimic someone else's form. What's the use of copying someone when you're good-looking enough as an individual?"

Smiling at her as she jumped on his lap, he raised a hand to pet her head. "Yes, yes, I agree~ humans are fascinating creatures," he responded to her cries, as if pretending to understand her speech. "But so are pokemon, if you think about it." He waved a hand at Saleen. "It's alright~ I'm beginning to be fond of this one."