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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:44 pm
It had been a highly satisfactory morning thus far. He and Xander had had breakfast together, and since then he had been working on turning a four wheel drive car into something that ought to go like a rather expensive two seater sports car, and spend a lot of that time going sideways over rough terrain. "A number four please," the blond called, releasing the spanner he had been holding as he felt a tug at it and then grasping the one that was offered in its place. "Thank you."
Yes, today was certainly a good day, there wasn't even obnoxious music being played at far too many decibels. The clink of tools, the murmur or voices on the other side of the garage that didn't sound as though they intended to bother him with anything, and the occasional whirr from the Metang behind him. Yes, today was going very well so far, he only hoped that the pattern would continue. He had pasta salad and an apple for lunch in the box sitting on top of Koios', so he didn't even have to go to the dininghall. He would have to go there for dinner of course, but he intended to go at 7:45 which was forty five minutes after one large shift ended and fifteen before another. He would have ample time to eat before the place became too crowded. So long as he kept to schedule, everything would continue to tick over nicely.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:58 pm
Well, the 'relaxing day at the altogether too uncomfortably cold beach' day had been pretty much a failure, thanks to that giant of a man showing up with his Espeon. She'd almost relaxed enough to stay longer, but the poor pair of Glaceon just looked so unhappy that she'd thought it better to return early.
Her heels clacked rhythmically along the tiled floor as she headed towards the garage at a brisk pace, having returned not long ago. Her bag was over one shoulder, jacket over one arm, and her gloves and other small items stuffed into its pockets. Once she halted just inside the garage, it didn't take her long to pinpoint where Frost was - Koios hovering next to a car was a dead give-away - so she turned and walked over. "Frost," she said curtly as she stopped on a dime next to the floating steel-type, "I need to speak with you." Skiron's luxury ball was in her free hand, her knuckles resting on one hip. Oh yes, they definitely needed to have Words.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 1:03 pm
Claire was back already? Briefly that was just about as confusing as the idea of hot ice given what she had told him of her plans for the day, but he then reminded himself that some people changed their minds more quickly than they shed skin cells and dismissed it as no more than that. "I'm rather busy Claire," Frost said, glancing up briefly before looking back at what he was doing; he had missed the other Agent's sharp tones completely. "Is it time sensitive?" he asked as he carefully tightened a few components. "I have a schedule to keep to you see, so unless it is very important indeed I am afraid you will have to wait until my lunch break, which is now in -" he glanced at his watch "- twenty three minutes."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 1:33 pm
"It is important," she said a bit impatiently, folding her arms over her chest the best she could despite the coat over one arm. "If it wasn't, I wouldn't be standing here telling you it is. Shortly after I got to the beach in Camphoreon, someone came running by. He was at least six and a half feet tall, blond hair, looked like he was in his early 40's. Name was Dimitry. Does that ring any bells?" She asked, resisting the urge to tap her foot in displeasure. Arceus, before she'd met the huge man she'd been fine, with Galactic as her only worry. Main worry. But now - now - this giant of a man knew what she looked like and could very well recognize her if he saw her on a mission, or even in the streets! Granted, he didn't know she was in Team Rocket - or she hoped he didn't, anyway - but still. The idea that anyone would recognize her and point her out was unsettling, upsetting, and extremely unpleasant.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 2:37 pm
Frost paused, pale eyes still fixed on the engine he was piecing together. "Everyone had different standards of important," he said, sounding if possible more toneless than usual. Dima. Not good, not in the least. "Six foot eight I think you'll find," Frost went on, still looking at the engine. Eventually he turned to face Claire, folding his hands behind his back which had the effect of making him look very formal of course, but more importantly stopped his fingers from twitching and flexing with the sudden rush of stress. "I am to take it he said something that allowed you to connect him to me, and something important seen as you have come down here. What is it you wish to tell me, or ask me?" He had hoped that after the mess with the contest, a few months ago now, that his old friend would just pick up and leave the region. He should have known better though, the man was a stubborn fool.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:19 pm
"Importance is subjective, but I think you'll agree with me that this is important," she replied, her tone still implying mild impatience. Honestly, she wouldn't be here now if it weren't important. She would've been on the beach for quite a while longer with a pair of happy, or at least content, Glaceon. Instead she'd returned quite earlier than she'd intended and in a much worse mood as well. At his specifics, she pursed her lips but didn't comment. "Yes, six foot eight." Whatever. "And you'd be correct," she said, unfolding one arm to offer Skiron's ball to the short blond man. "He recognized Skiron, figured I knew you and also figured we were.. coworkers, as it were. Up until this morning," her expression morphed into a very displeased frown, "there were no non-Rockets who would've recognized me. None. Now there's one plus however many other people he might tell." Suffice it to say she was not pleased, and vaguely hoped she sounded so as well so he'd get it. A lot of subtle hints in conversation seemed to pass right over his short blond head.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:32 am
“That doesn’t answer my question Claire,” Frost replied mildly, accepting the pokeball and firmly pushing aside the growing awareness that he was greasy and oily but not working thus making the situation unacceptable. He also tried not to worry about Dith, knowing one Rocket was one too many and he now knew – or at least would recognise – considerably more than one. He knew Dith. He didn’t know many people, but that great Russian Tauros he did understand and could predict to a degree. Dith was going to do something foolish sooner or later, and probably sooner.
“Did you just come down here to air your displeasure?” Frost asked politly, trying very hard indeed to keep up his neutrality. He would not allow the uncertainty and beginnings of fear for his friend to control him. Calm. Cool. Controlled. To be anything else under pressure was unacceptable and weak, and he refused to be weak. “I just don’t see what I can do about the situation,” he went on, “I could apologise for knowing him thus setting off a chain of events that led to him connecting you with Team Rocket if you would like?... What did he say to you?” On that last question there was perhaps a slight ring of emotion in the blond’s voice, a tiny hint of unsettled uncertainty and a corresponding flicker in his cool facade. The flicker vanished as swiftly as it had appeared and it had only been small, but it had certainly been there.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:16 pm
Claire pursed her lips slightly as she folded her arms back in front of her chest. She wasn't surprised he noted her avoidance to immediately answer his question - she did that a lot, after all, and normally people didn't notice. But then again, Frost wasn't at all like everyone else. "He called you quite a different name than the one I'm used to, for one thing," she said, one eyebrow lifting a few degrees. Was he just... ..was he worried? For a moment there, she couldn't see his usual frosty demeanor anymore - she didn't know what she was seeing for that brief moment, but maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her..? Maybe, because whatever it was was gone in the next instant.
"No, of course not," she retorted, frowning. "I also came here to return Skiron, but yes, I am here to 'air my displeasure' from the situation. A civilian recognizing Rockets is not a matter that should be taken likely, as I'm sure you know, so I want to know more about this person and what he might do if he did recognize anyone." Argh, Frost could be so.. just... so.... augh. "And I would like that apology, yes."
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:50 pm
"Very well. I apologise." It didn't mean he was sorry - he hadn't done anything to be sorry for - but he understood that it was perfectly normal for people to apologise when they didn't feel any remorse for something. What now though? Frost looked down at Skiron's pokeball and rubbed his thumb over the smooth surface. It was quite old now, the colour was very slightly faded compared to how it had been when he'd got it but not really all that much given the high quality of luxury balls. He remembered the bright brand new hue perfectly, and the little eevee that had come out of out and then run to hide under the tatty old sofa that he'd hated but they hadn't had the money to replace. He felt... regret. Remorse too? Maybe a little.
"I imagine he called me Jack," Frost said after quite a long pause, still looking down at the pokeball in his hand. "Anyway though, Dimitry is... he's.... Mmh. You needn't worry about him going to the police. He makes полиция sound like the worst cuss ever conceived by mankind. If he's going to attempt to do anything against you he will do so himself in his own way, but he abhors violence on the whole so I doubt you need to worry too much about him despite his appearance." He hoped Claire would take him at his word, and indeed that Dith would behave as he predicated; they had been apart for some time, and he was hardly one hundred percent accurate at guessing what the idiot man would do in any case. He wouldn't be foolish enough to try to take on Rockets though, surely he wouldn't... although given what he knew of his friend;s history, maybe he would after all. Blast.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 4:22 pm
She didn't for one second believe he felt sorry for it - he hadn't done anything besides work on.. on... whatever it was he was working on - but the apology did manage to smooth down her temper, even if only slightly. "He did," she affirmed after he'd continued, leaning her weight on one foot, before adding, "White." Jack White. Was that his real name? She wasn't even sure.
Well, at least this Dimitry wouldn't do anything.. hopefully. Could she even be sure of that? He had said he hadn't seen Frost in, what, ten years? Arceus.. She wasn't sure what word he'd just said - or what language it was still - but it didn't really matter much. "Are you sure?" She asked after a moment, her lips pursed as she scrutinized his posture and demeanor. He wasn't acting.. normal. ...well, not normal for him, anyway. He never acted normal by the usual standards.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:48 am
For some moments Frost was silent, but eventually he appeared to collect himself and slipped Skiron’s pokeball into one of his overall pockets. “As sure as it is possible to be,” he affirmed, “it would be very out of character for him to approach an ‘authority figure’ as a ‘concerned citizen’. Mmh. It is possible that he would try to take action against you if you saw him again but I highly doubt he would actually seek to harm you, Hippocratic Oath and so on.” He really hoped that Dith would just keep himself out of trouble.... There was nothing he could do about the situation and therefore he refused to worry about it, that was just a waste of energy. It was easier said than done to banish his fears, but given a little time he would succeed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:07 am
She continued her scrutiny for another moment or two before relaxing visibly. Well, being upset about it wouldn't fix it, so she may as well not worry for the time being. That didn't mean she wasn't displeased with it anymore, though. "Alright," she relented, shifting her weight to her other foot. Her brow furrowed slightly though. "You mean the police? Why not?" Hippocratic Oath, too.. Wait, wasn't that some doctory thing? Was he a doctor? With how old he looked, it certainly was possible.
"Mmh.. He also seemed worried about you, too," she added thoughtfully, watching him carefully to see if he reacted at all to any of this. Arceus, why did he have to be so hard to read? "And he asked me to pass on a message to you, as well."
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:19 am
Guilt was not a feeling he experienced often, nor one he enjoyed. A message. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He’d never intended to be found. Frost’s eyes flickered away from Claire, his usual intense eye contact forsaken in the face of things he didn’t know how to deal with properly. This was why it was better to avoid close personal relationships, they just got complicated in the end and weakened you... and yet he couldn’t help but want such attachments. Human enough to desire relationships but not human enough to cope with them, what a bitter joke by the universe.
Eventually Frost collected himself once more and looked back up at Claire, but there remained a faint hint of uncertainty in his expression. “That is... personal,” he said slowly. “It’s not really my business to tell you, but suffice to say his dislike stems from past experience and I highly doubt he has had a change of heart.... A message? What did he have to say to me?” He felt vaguely sick, it was ridiculous to feel sick over what somebody might or might not have said.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:10 pm
She didn't realize how he normally stared directly at her during conversations until he wasn't for once. It was.. almost odd. Maybe this whole thing with the giant of a man was bothering him more than he let on? ...probably, considering he hardly ever expressed any emotions ever. "Alright, I can accept that," she said slowly with a brief nod. Past experiences tended to fuel current behavior - or at least that's how it was in her case.
She shifted her weight to the opposite foot again, watching him closely still. She almost felt.. sort of bad about the whole thing. But why? None of it really involved her at all. "He said..." Her brow furrowed in thought as she tried to recall his exact phrasing, "that he doesn't approve of your new career choice, but he still misses you. And his.. oh, and his number is still the same as before if you want to contact him." A small frown formed on her face at the message she'd relayed, and she tilted her head slightly. "He really did seem worried," she added. Would Frost contact the man? She almost hoped so, even if the giant wasn't a Rocket. He was still a friend - wasn't he? She usually didn't put 'Frost' and 'friends' in the same sentence.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:35 am
"I... See. Thank you for bringing me that message Claire." Though still calm and level Frost's voice had gone very quiet and he continued to look down with lips pursed and a frown creasing his brow. Damnit. "He is... given to worrying about people," the small blond went on eventually, raising his head once more to look at Claire, but still without his usual sharp focus. "He is very... nice. Usually. Not to you, clearly though.... Perhaps I ought to contact him, merely to make certain that he doesn't plan to, ah, do anything foolish." A phone call was the start of a slippery slop though, and so too was a text or an email. Yet... yet... Dima had still cared enough to send a message, and a message like that. Surely though he had made his choice, he had chosen the woman and that was that.
He had no idea of what to do.
Not far off from the pair of Agents a jeep surrounded by a small group of frowning Grunts was turned on, and started to make a rather sickly noise. Frost's expression went rather glassy and he picked up a wrench, turning to walk purposefully over to the stricken vehicle. The grunts parted before him like a rather worried sea backing off from a very creepy prophet, which was probably wise of them because upon reaching the jeep Frost brought the wrench down on the engine apparently at random with great prejudice. After a few more moments of sad spluttering, however, the engine gave a loud cough and then began to purr smoothly.
Frost clasped his hands behind his back; "Carry on, grunts." Invisible to them but definitely visible to Claire, his knuckles were white with the strength of his grip on the wrench. After another moment however his hand relaxed somewhat and he turned around, walking smartly back over to Claire.
"Will there be anything else, Agent Claire?" he asked placidly.
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