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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 6:49 am
After being dismissed from the infirmary, Grunt Nakura headed back to his room to fetch his laptop. He wanted to start gathering information as soon as possible and he found it easiest to compile data when he kept his files close at hand. Back in Camphoreon when he had had his own apartment, he'd been able to keep shelves of information filed away, but here at the Rocket Base, his computer's hard drive was the safest place from prying eyes.
As soon as he reached his door, however, he paused, noticing it was slightly ajar. He frowned, remembering he had closed the door if not locked it before he had headed out. Jerome obviously wasn't around, so who, then, could have decided to enter...? A vengeful teammate, perhaps?
Silently slipping into the room, Izaya cautiously peered around before he spotted the three occupants already within. He blinked, taking a second to process their presence. "Celty...? And Bro, and Boss," he added, noting the others with increasing incredulity. "What are you all doing here? I thought you had gone on the mission with Jerry-kun and Shawny-poo." He frowned, trying to comprehend what had happened. "Did you three manage to escape?" Crimson eyes caught sight of the extra pokeball in Boss' possession. "Pardon me; four."
The informant's spiritomb looked sadly at him, looking downcast as she whirred quietly. There didn't seem much to say, especially since she couldn't outright tell him what had happened. Not that she needed to. Though she hadn't seen him at the meeting of the Rockets, Celty guessed her trainer had already heard the details from somewhere.
All she could do was hover in a concerned manner beside Boss and Bro, feeling sorry that there was nothing she could do for either. Shadow had told her to return to Izaya, so return she did. At least now he knew they were still around and he would keep them until Jerome and Shadow were found again.
((Rp involving possibly Izaya, Celty, Bro, Boss, Arcadie, Alba, and Asch.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 2:32 pm
The group had not been there for very long, wandering back after the conference was over, hoping to find something familiar to them, someone familiar to them.
With little luck, they eventually found themselves back to the Room that Jerome shared with Izaya.
Bro got the door open from the inside, letting Boss in, who didn't close it appropriately.
The Gangar, sitting at the edge of Izaya's bed, looking lost and defeated, his lips were turned down from his usual smirk, still parted over his rows of white teeth.
Green eyes stared blankly at the empty spot in the room where Jerome's new bed had yet to fill.
When Izaya came into the room, Bro didn't even seem to notice him at first, not moving from the spot he was at.
It was Boss that reacted first, The Pignite, having been sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed, Hirss' pokeball being held in both his hooved hands, jumped up with a grunt, eyes widening when he saw Izaya coming in.
He nodded at Izaya's question, glancing down at the pokeball.
It was around this time that Bro's eyes finally shifted, sliding up to stare at the grunt's shoes for a few seconds, as if to make sure they were real before he leaned himself up, staring at Izaya.
"Gangar!" Bro' suddenly burst out, floating up and over to the informant, in a mild panic he seemed to be hurriedly trying to explain something to him all the while wearing an uncharacteristically distraught expression.
It might not have occurred to Bro that Izaya STILL couldn't understand him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 3:14 pm
"Huh...amazing that so many of you pokemon managed to get away, but our fellow Rockets didn't," Izaya noted, considering this fact. "I guess they really were just aiming for one goal. Which would explain why not even all the Rockets were captured. Kind of a sloppy job, even for Galactic. I'll bet that Deimos' emotions have started to get the best of him again..."
The man pat Boss on the head, grateful the Pignite hadn't let Hirss out. Boss and Bro he could handle, but Hirss was a whole other story. Izaya was pretty sure she was a one-trainer pokemon. Without Jerome, he doubted anyone would have been able to get her under control without taking drastic measures.
When Bro made an exclamation and floated straight toward him, Izaya's eyes shot up in surprise. He had never seen the Gengar so dejected prior to entering the room, but he figured it was to be expected due to how close he was to Jerome. Bro's urgent efforts to communicate, however, was not something the grunt had anticipated. "Oi, calm down!" he urged, putting up his palms as he crossed the room. He hadn't forgot why he'd come there in the first place; his laptop lay on the desk just beyond.
"I know you're upset, Bro, but I doubt Galactic will do anything stupid with their prisoners. They're nothing like the gangs you and Jerome are used to dealing with. Even with Deimos' childish display of retaliation, I'm sure you and he have been through worse." Hence why he hadn't been worried in the least when he'd heard their fellow Rockets had been captured.
Jerome could take care of himself, but from what Izaya had heard of Galactic, they mostly hid behind their machines and other toys. That meant the probably didn't have the experience or desire to go around killing Rockets; especially when they could serve a better purpose alive. Izaya was almost positive they'd be alright. Especially since he and the rest of Team Rocket planned to do everything in their power to bring them home in once piece.
Snatching his laptop off the desk, Izaya tucked it under his arm before noticing that neither Mairu or Kururi were present. His brow furrowed slightly, but he brushed aside the thought with a simple It's probably better they're not here to stir up trouble. If they were causing anyone trouble, it would be te Galactics.
"Did Jerome bring any of his other pokemon with him, or were you three it?" Izaya asked Bro and Boss as head headed back toward the door. "I'm going to go start seeing what I can find out about our rival team. Perhaps you guys should stay here and rest while I do some research. It might get a little...violent."
Izaya knew he had to hurry and go visit Asch while the man was still restrained and too weak to fight back. He'd found the teen passed out on the floor outside one of the elevators in the hallway and had to drag him all the way to the infirmary. The grunt made sure to suggest that they restrain the concussed young man lest he decide to do something reckless yet again and cause himself and his body even more damage.
He'd nearly laughed aloud when he'd heard about Asch's haste to meet with their boss despite the doctor's orders. Yup, that sounds like Asch alright, he'd thought with a mental sigh. No wonder he and Aila had gotten along so well. They must have enabled each other's bad habits and stubborn attitudes. By now Asch must have been awake, Izaya figured, but he hoped his pain would keep most of his rage and violent inclinations toward the grunt at bay. At least for the time being.
People in pain tended to be less stubborn and the informant guessed Asch would be less likely to keep information from him. He didn't have the time or motivation to try to convince the red-head that he was doing all this for their missing teammates' sakes. There was Alba to ask too, but last he'd seen, the man had already accumulated enough visitors. He could wait until later.
With a casual, two-fingered salute to the pokemon, he said, "Wish me luck~!" Celty whirred a little and tried to smile, but her sleepy eyes were beginning to droop as she chose to use Rest.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 3:51 pm
Though Bro's bright eyes still stayed wide, everything else about him seemed to wilt a little, his mouth still open a little from where he cut himself off when Izaya told him to calm down.
How could it be different? All the street gangs knew the Rocket reputation, and wasn't Galactic some big bad rival of Rocket? How would they NOT kill their rivals?
Stubbly hands lowered to the Gangars side, not totally sure he really believed what Izaya was saying... but the human sounded pretty convinced of it.
Regardless, it didn't help Bro feel much better, Jerome still wasn't here, and for once Bro' had no idea where his best friend was.
Boss bowed his head lightly when he was pat, letting out a snort with a flick of his ear. When Izaya asked if it was just those three Jerome brought, the Pignite paused, then shook his head. Jerome still had Turret with him when they grabbed him...
Izaya continued talking, and Bro glanced up, looking over his shoulder at the Grunt as he gathered his laptop, and explained what he was going to go.
Wait... He was leaving again?
Bro blinked, watching Izaya salute, and take his leave.
The large ears on top of his head drooped when the room fell into silence again, still floating where he had been when trying to make Izaya understand him.
What could he do in a situation like this? Jerome wasn't here, none of the Runners were here, Bro' didn't know anyone in this team he could go to. No, the closest thing he had now, was Izaya. He didn't want to be alone.
With a glance down to Boss, who was also staring after Izaya with wide eyes, clearly not feeling much different then Bro' was.
The Gangar grunted out his name in a statement, pushing himself though the air, and dropping himself down to meld into Izaya's shadow. This act causing the air to drop a few degrees.
"Gar gar."
Boss, just caught up on foot.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 10:54 pm
Noticing that Bro's mood didn't seem to have improved, Izaya sighed, wondering if the ghost was smart enough to even understand him. Bro had seemed like one of the more intelligent pokemon he'd met, but he also had trouble determining when the Gengar was being serious or joking. As expressive as he was, it was still hard to tell how much of that expression was just for show and how much the ghost-type actually felt.
Nodding to Boss at the Pignite's definitive head shake, the informant seemed satisfied that his roommate had at least one pokemon with him rather than at base with the others. Here they would be of little to no use to the captured grunt, and while Izaya didn't have all that much faith in the steel-type Izumi had given Jerome, it was better than nothing.
He didn't suspect in the least that Jerome's pokemon would get lonely, nor that they would follow him into the hall and back to the infirmary. He had simply assumed that pokemon, especially Jerome's, were more independent than that. The security of a gang as a family wasn't a concept he figured applied to pokemon like it did to humans.
Celty might have gone after Bro and Boss to watch over them, along with Izaya, but she was already worn out. She hadn't been used to so much stress and worry in a while, not to mention being outside her safe, nice pokeball. So, instead, her weak, vaporous form disappeared into her Odd Keystone to Rest.
"Eh...?" Upon hearing Bro's cry, the grunt turned, looking just in time to see Bro disappear into the length of his shadow. He stared for a minute, astonished that the Gengar would choose to 'shadow' him (in a very literal sense) since he had only ever seen him merge with Jerome's. It was the first real inkling he had of exactly how much Bro missed his trainer.
He smiled sadly at the shadow and looked to Boss. "Behave yourself, now," he told the pair as he continued back the way he had come. "We're visiting a very injured patient. He has a concussion, so we can't stress him out too much."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 11:55 pm
Boss stopped once he drew level with Izaya, glancing down at his shadow as he went before he let his line of sight continue up to the grunt.
"Nite nite" Boss grunted, nodding his head once and pounding a hoof to his wide chest. Showing that he understood and agreed to behave, hurrying to keep up with Izaya once he started walking again.
His brow was furrowed though, despite seeming to take this better then Bro' was, Boss seemed much more passive then he had been, starting to act more like he did when he was a Tepig and Jerome first found him lost on the streets.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 12:15 am
Izaya, who was not at all used to pokemon of any kind listening to him, was pleasantly surprised by Boss's acknowledgement. He did notice the fire-type's more subdued demeanor, though, and was again surprised that Jerome's pokemon were obeying him. He never guessed it was because he was the closest person they had to their true trainer.
"...Maybe I should obtain a few more male pokemon," he muttered to himself in grim humor as they reached the infirmary. He slowly and carefully opened the door, careful not to make too much noise in the case the occupants inside were asleep. Though Alba's bed was closer to the entrance and in plain view, Izaya quietly slipped past him and toward the curtain that hid the second patient from view. The people and pokemon who had been there to see Alba earlier had already left, so this was much easier than it might have been otherwise.
"Aschy-kun...?" the man whispered, peering over the bed. He glanced at a chair beside the bed that made it appear as if someone had been there before him. He had another visitor...? I wonder who that could have been. Knowing Asch, the red-head had probably scared them off.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 6:36 am
When Izaya came around the curtain he would see the agent with the red cropped hair, laying in bed and sound asleep. Now that there was peace and quiet in the room, he'd been able to get the rest he sorely needed. The usual frown and tense lines of his face were eased away and not there, making for a rather peaceful expression. He would look rather harmless if it wasn't for the restraints the doctors had placed to keep him from getting out of bed again. Two around each ankle and two around the upper portion of his arms.
In fact, Asch was in another time and place as he laid there. Far from the Team Rocket Headquarters and back on his home island. A young girl with short blonde curls and wearing a dress was next to him, holding his hand. He looked over at her smiling face and smiled back.
"We'll always be together, won't we Luke?" she asked. She then rested her head against his shoulder and he could feel a blush creep along his cheeks.
As the man next to his bed spoke, it took a few moments before the words reached his consciousness. "Aschy-kun?" The agent's brows furrowed slightly, and the scene in his mind abruptly changed. The girl was now grown and standing between two men, one with red hair and the other with blonde.
"Asch, how could you? How could you be one of them?" the girl asked with tears in her eyes. "You're not the real Luke," said the blonde. "You're an imposter!" accused the red head.
Suddenly Asch's green eyes snapped open and he blinked in confusion. He didn't notice the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he glanced around and finally noticed Izaya. There was a soft frown and a sigh as he looked away. "What do you want?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:00 am
The info-gatherer observed the teenager silently after realizing he was asleep. Though Asch had seemed peaceful beforehand, Izaya words had disrupted the light sleeper so that his expression changed, his brows furrowing. Orihara couldn't help but wonder if the young man was dreaming and, if so, what about.
Before he had a chance to wonder for long, though, the agent was wide awake. Something was different, though; his eyes were exceptionally wet. Izaya blinked, astonished. "My...look at you," he murmured, keeping his voice low as Asch looked away. "Tsk, tsk...pushing your body past its limits until you pass out. Being stupidly stubborn about your duties. Now where have I heard that before...?"
The man paused, tapping his chin. "Ah, that's right. Aila-chan did the same exact thing." His eyes narrowed as he sneered down at Asch. "No wonder you two were such good partners. I had to bring her to the infirmary too, you know. Though she wasn't quite as heavy as you." Without asking, he plopped himself down into the chair that Sierra had been occupying earlier, crossing one leg over the other casually with his laptop closed on his lap. He leaned forward over it to smile at the agent.
"Did you know that in some cultures people cut or shave their long hair to show their grief and mourning at the death of a comrade?" He shrugged. "If anyone asks, you can always tell them that was the case. As to why you cut it, I mean."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:05 am
Asch didn't look at Izaya as he spoke and instead stared at a wall with what looked to be depression. His eyelids drooped a bit as his former partner was brought up.
"I don't want to talk about Aila," he said softly, apparently not having the strength or will to fight and yell at the moment. He didn't know what he wanted to talk about honestly, if anything at all. His thoughts were so muddled up, he could hardly think straight.
As Izaya then spoke about his hair, there was another sigh. "Just leave me alone."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:31 am
"Heh." Getting up again, Izaya went to go stand by Asch's side. He reached out in an attempt to pinch the restrained teen's cheek playfully. "Poor Aschy-kun has no visitors...? Maybe that's because he's such a grump~" He pretended not to have noticed that someone had been there prior. Perhaps Asch would say something about whoever it had been.
"I take time out of my day just so come visit you and this is how you repay me? I'm so hurt~" While he spoke, however, he was busy taking something out of his pocket. It was a cell phone, and he smiled softly at the display as he brought up an image he had taken with its camera. "Fine. We won't talk about her," he continued. "But I'll just tell you now, at least she wasn't so stupid to have needed to be bound to her bed." Nevermind that Izaya had been the one to suggest the restraints.
"I've been meaning to get in touch with her brother. You know the one, don't you? Some noble from Grande Ile or something. Heard you've been keeping correspondence with him." He waited a minute to allow the injured man to think, knowing Asch wasn't really in the mood. But had he been, Izaya was almost sure he would have been outright rejected. Now was the best time if he was going to get answers from the tight-lipped agent. "...I need to send him these." He held out the phone for Asch to see the pictures.
The one on the display was of Aila trying on a stylish dress with a matching hat and shoes. She was smiling. The display seemed to be in slideshow mode, because in an instant it changed to another of the same girl posing in a new outfit, looking for all the world like a fashion model. The background seemed to hint that the pictures had been taken in front of the dressing rooms in a Camphoreon department store. There were several more pictures, each featuring the same girl in a whole new set of clothes, and in each one she smiled.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 12:41 pm
As Izaya pinched his cheek, Asch had a displeased expression on his face but didn't actually say anything in complaint. What would it matter anyway? He couldn't even move. In fact he remained quiet until Izaya started talking about Aila's brother and then started showing him pictures.
Asch only briefly glanced at the pictures before closing his eyes wearily. He just wanted to be left alone. Was that too much to ask? Why did this guy have to constantly bother him?
"I only sent him a letter because it was in Aila's will, to let him know what happened. I didn't get a response from it until just recently." It didn't register in his mind that there was something off about those pictures. He just didn't really care at the moment.
"I don't know how you could even contact him. The only reason I was able to was through Aila's Pidgeotto. And he only understands French." That bird would be of little use to Izaya, unless he happened to speak that language.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:22 am
Izaya's smile was replaced by a disappointed frown for an instant when he realized Asch wasn't going to take the bait and elaborate on who had been there previously. However, he immediately recomposed himself with his usually, cheery attitude as he moved on to other topics.
Yes, he knew the agent had gotten a response recently, but it had taken him a bit to puzzle out who it had been from. He hadn't recognized the Pidgeotto when he happened to have seen it fly toward Asch's window the other day with a letter.
Closing his phone, the grunt stuck it back in his pocket. "Well, lucky for me, I happen to know someone who speaks French," the informant stated slyly, patting Asch's arm. "You can just tell me what to say and I'll do the rest."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:26 am
Asch's fire seemed to come back for an instant as he quickly turned a glare on the older man. "No," he said resolutely. He had no intention of helping this guy in any way. Especially not after what he'd done to him. There would never be any forgiveness for that. It may have just been hair for Izaya and most anyone else, but it wasn't for him.
He then looked away again and closed his eyes with a frown of refusal. If Izaya had wanted favors, he should have thought about that before. There was no way he was going to help this guy send anything to anyone.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:31 am
The older man made a big show of pouting as he prodded the teen with a single digit. "Neeeeh, Asch-kuuun, don't be so cold. I'm trying to do something nice for someone and you're not going to help me?" He sighed.
"Well, I could always find Natalia-chan and ask her for help instead. I'm guessing she knows French just as well as you do, considering where she hails from. I thought we got along quite well at the Halloween party~" Nevermind that he could have always asked Arcadie, which would have been much easier since she was a fellow Rocket and not as difficult to seek out.
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