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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 11:31 pm
Trainee Nakura sat at a table in the base's very own library. He had just finished returning the books Aila had assigned to him a while before. Now that he had recovered from his bullet wound, however, he could check out his own books at his leisure. It was definitely a perk to being a Rocket - having so much information that wasn't necessarily accessible to the public.
He had started to miss his laptop, but he figured once he was promoted to a Grunt again, he could afford to buy a new one. In the meantime, the computer labs were sufficient enough for supporting his Internet needs and the books in the library fed his lust for knowledge. He was most interested in those books and reports that no outsider could hope to get their hands on and live to tell about it.
These included things like Rocket Scientist thesis papers, theories, and much more. While he wasn't yet allowed access to more current records of missions or more personal files on his fellow Rocket members, Nakura thought he could content himself with what he had for the time being.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 7:55 am
Something small and primarily yellow and white drifted in through one of the library's entrances. Long, ribbon-like streamers wafted behind the thing, the three tags attached to its head glowing a faint, warm light wherever they passed through shadows. Before long, Izaya would feel the lightest pressure on one of his shoulders from the little wish pokemon's touch. A quiet, docile voice would whisper into his mind, "What's that?" If he turned to look at the creature, he would be met with an inquisitive pink stare, a tiny mouth formed into an 'o' shape in curiosity.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:42 am
"Hmm?" Whipping his head around at the touch on his shoulder, the trainee blinked, surprised to discover the presence of a pokemon. Not just any pokemon, either; a legendary. A Jirachi. Then again, that would have explained why he hadn't heard it approach. It was floating and therefore had no footsteps. Still, what was it doing all by itself here? It had to be a clone, but even clones were valuable. Was its trainer nearby? Or was this little one sent to spy on him by itself?
He hesitated as he heard the voice in his mind, startled by the use of telepathy. He'd heard of it, certainly, but it was another thing entirely to experience it for the first time. Izaya found himself mildly uncomfortable with the idea of a foreign voice invading his mind, especially when he was powerless to shut it out. At the moment, though, it didn't really seem to pose any threat, so he allowed it a response. As long as it didn't try to read his thoughts.
"It's a paper on pokemon evolution. Something about using radio waves to forcefully evolve them," he explained, looking back to the printed text before him. "It says here that there was a Red Gyarados that resulted from an experiment at Lake Rage. The author of this report seemed to think the red coloring remained from its previous form, but I think Magikarp are more orange than red."
He held up a small photo included in the report, examining it closely. "My theory is that the Magikarp evolved out of anger by itself, since none of the other pokemon in the area were positively affected by the waves. It might have been the waves that made it red, though, and if that was the case, then those transmitted radio waves may have been more useful for creating artificially shiny pokemon rather than evolving them."
Turning around in his chair to face the Jirachi, Izaya grinned at it. "Not that it really matters anymore. All the data for those radio waves and the lab it was created in seemed to have been destroyed by Pokemon Champion Lance. But I'm sure it doesn't make much difference to you either way. Where did you come from? Did someone send you here?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:55 am
The Jirachi listened with an expression that could be defined as purely enthralled, though it understood very little of what was actually said. When the explanation was over, it responded with the word it heard most frequently, "Evolve!" It leaned forward to inspect the photo Izaya had earlier held up. Oh, wait, had he asked a question? He had. What were the words... "Someone sent?" Someone... Someone... "Luciole!" Luciole was a someone!
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:05 am
Ah. So although the pokemon could talk, it seemed to know only a few words, speaking no more than one or two at a time. That, or it was just shy, but Izaya quickly dismissed the latter theory. How could a pokemon who had come up to him and tapped him on the shoulder to ask about his reading material be considered 'shy'?
"Luciole?" he repeated, sound out the name slowly. "...No, I don't think I know any Rocket by that name. Would you take me to them?" the trainee asked, getting up as he picked up the report to read later. He smiled. "You're a pretty little pokemon, aren't you? I bet your trainer would be upset if you didn't come back."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:11 am
"Take... where?" This request seemed to visibly distress the Jirachi. Take, did that mean guide? Guide where? And how? "Lab?" Luciole knew the labs fairly well. Not how to get to them, maybe, but their contents were fairly familiar. The sudden compliment caused the little legendary to raise tiny hands to its chest, an embarrassed smile blooming on its small mouth. This smile was soon replaced by an 'o' of recognition - Luciole knew 'trainer'! "Aila!"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:27 am
"Lab?" Nakura repeated with a laugh. "Well if that's where they are, we can't go there. At least, I can't. Restricted access." The Jirachi didn't seem to know where to take him, but then, how could he explain? Did it even know where its trainer was?
Flattery - it seemed to work at least as well on pokemon as it did humans. Especially on this one, which seemed particularly naive and innocent. He wondered how old it was. Its next word was quite unexpected, however, and threw him off guard for a few seconds.
"Aila? Aila is your trainer?" he asked, mind racing. She had said she was going to send her pokemon to check on him, but if he remembered right, she'd mentioned a Mismagius by the name of Reverent. Had she changed her mind after considering the possibility that he might mess with the ghost-type?
Why, then, send a legendary instead? Certainly they were more powerful, but this one was doing little for stealth and it seemed clueless enough for Izaya to do with it as he wished. He could probably send it back to her with cupcakes and ask it to tell her that he was the best trainee in the world. The concept made him chuckle.
"Alright, could you take me to Aila, please?" he requested. "And if Aila is your trainer, than who is Luciole?" By this time, he had a hunch, but he wanted to confirm it. "It's a lovely name. It means 'bright' or 'light', doesn't it?" A fitting name for a star-shaped pokemon.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:01 am
"Can't?" The Jirachi pouted. It didn't like being told it couldn't do things... It perked up again when the subject came back to Aila. "Aila!" it exclaimed once more, picking up on the familiar word and attaching to it. "Aila! Lala, Aila!" It spun once, as if providing an accompanying dance to a very clever song. Oh, wait, take him to Aila. "Okay!" She drifted a short distance away, then tilted her head expectantly. "Aila, where?"
He mentioned 'Luciole,' and a very slight frown was her response. "Luciole is Luciole!" Obviously.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:13 am
Was that a pout? Maybe this one was younger than he though. Or maybe it just acted childish. He wasn't at all certain of the nature of Jirachi as a species. Perhaps they were all like that.
Was it safe to say this thing really liked Aila? "Yes, yes, Aila. Now if you could just - " Oh, good. It had agreed. "..." And stopped. Apparently it didn't know where she was.
"Luciole," Izaya began again with a sweet smile, clasping his hands together. "Where did you come from just now?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:19 am
"Just now..." The Jirachi stared for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, before smiling brightly. "Over here!" She moved forward and returned her small hands to Izaya's shoulder in a manner similar to that of a child playing tag.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:40 am
Does it have to repeat everything I say? Izaya wondered irritably, starting to suspect if the Jirachi had been raised by mimicking Chatots. "Where?" He turned about before realizing the creature had touched him again. What was it doing? "Cute, real cute," he told her, his smile becoming more visibly forced. "Okay, my turn. Why don't we play, 'Follow the Leader' and you follow me instead?"
Heading out of the library, the trainee walked with long strides, keeping his expression in check. Luciole was really starting to get on his nerves and he had begun to wonder if she had been sent to try his patience. Maybe it was another sort of training. Or, more likely, some revenge for the party Izaya had brought Aila to. Whatever the case, it was clear he would have to take it up with the agent herself as the pokemon seemed to know nothing. He hoped he could find his way to her dorm and that she would be in. If not, he would be stuck with the thing following him around unless he could convince it to bug someone else.
Izaya liked communication. He wasn't fond of pokemon because he couldn't work his words on them. The first pokemon he could converse with, however, seemed to be driving him insane rather than the other way around. The tables were turned for once against the informer.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:51 am
Luciole didn't understand the concept of covering up one emotion with another, and so the Jirachi assumed the smile was genuine enough. The word 'play' obviously caught her attention, and she seemed to understand the concept well enough. "Okay!" It proceeded to follow as instructed, moving in circles around Izaya and humming a cheerful melody into his thoughts. It didn't really know where they were headed, but 'Follow the Leader' was fun!
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:25 am
It was humming. Into his mind. He couldn't block it out. He wanted to grab it by its tiny shoulders and shake it 'til it stopped, or something similar. The fact that it was orbiting him like a satellite was obnoxious enough. Even so, the trainee grit his teeth and bore with with his usual, cheerful demeanor. There was no skip in his step this time, though.
As he arrived at the elevator, he pressed a button and glanced back at the papers in his hand. Maybe by reading to himself, he could block out the incessant humming. What floor did the Agents have their room on again? Right, the third one... It was so hard to concentrate! "Luciole, what are you humming?" he asked her, attempting to get her to stop for a minute or two.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:44 am
Despite being a natural telepath, the Jirachi failed to pick up on any of Izaya's hints, humming and revolving in perfectly ignorant bliss. The question, the little legend assumed, meant he was interested in the song, and she beamed brightly. "A song!" she replied happily, unaware that the response was incredibly obvious. "Il me parait bien loin l'été, je n'l'ai pas ou... ou... umm..." Unable to remember any more of the words, she proceeded to hum once more, unfazed by the forgotten lyrics.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:24 pm
Hm, a French song. Interesting. Not that it made the humming any more bearable, but it had momentarily distracted the pokemon. Nakura hoped they would find Aila soon so she could explain what sort of torture she had wished upon him. Haha...'wish'.
The trainee's thoughts grew darker as he pushed the button on the elevator and they began to move. He had his own personal elevator music to listen to in his head as background music for his contemplations. At last they reached the floor and he stepped out. He wondered how Aila dealt with the thing. It was starting to get on his nerves, but he didn't dare let it know, oh no. It wasn't so easy to get revenge when your enemies knew you were angry with them.
He began to pick up his pace, more eager to be rid of the Jirachi than ever as he realized he was contemplating revenge against a pokemon. The absurdity of it! They weren't worth his time or energy. He just wanted to get this one back where it belonged. Besides, if he harmed it in any way, no doubt Aila would be angry with him, and he had a promise to keep regarding making up for his mistakes. "Aila~ where are you~?" He called sing-songy down the hallway. Damn it, that song was starting to get stuck in his head.
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