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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:17 pm
Grunt Nakura was not a happy camper. First Lance, then Asch, then Ally and K.O....and if that wasn't enough, he had to cross paths with Luke. Gah...stupid redheads... The Rocket hadn't even had a chance to speak to his partner face to face since she'd returned from the last raid. From what he'd heard, it had been a particularly dangerous one, and he was eager to get the details.
Unfortunately, Agent Faleen must have been tied up pretty badly on her end as well, because the grunt could not, for the life of him, locate her. He supposed she could have gone to work out in the field, but what were the chances? She loved it here too much; working on her robots, planning new inventions, writing more ideas, messing with stolen vehicles-
He paused. Why hadn't he thought of that? After her room and her workshop, that was the next place he should have checked. If she wasn't eating or writing up a report or training her pokemon, then she must have been in there. Nakura needed to see her, and more desperately than before. Hearing about the raid didn't seem all that important now. Not when he had a disturbingly obsessive-compulsive Absol following him around.
His first few attempts to get Kid in his pokeball were fruitless. The dark-type easily dodged, but it wasn't merely doing so to disobey as a newly-stolen pokemon. No, it had work to attend to. Kid had to make sure that every single thing in Izaya's and Jerome's room was symmetrical. Or else.
It had taken a while, but the informant had finally lured Kid out of the room and into the hall. He guessed the dark-type was held up a few doors down, possibly repositioning a room number to make sure it was perfectly parallel with the others. However, he knew it wouldn't keep the Absol for long.
Making a dash toward the garage, Izaya ran with the speed he'd accelerated over the years, one arm in the sleeve of his parka with the other sleeve limp. There was no way Kid could ignore the fact that the man's clothing wasn't perfectly symmetrical.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 4:02 am
It has been said that the course of true love does not run smooth.
It has been speculated by many around the base that Agent Frost's true love was engineering.
The propeller whirred, screamed, and shot off the shaft like a murderous frisbee on steroids.
Frost hadn't noticed the noise at first, absorbed as he was in making an adjustment to the blueprint that spelled out the construction of the vehicle behind him. When the screaming noise started however he became aware that all was not well. He turned around to see the propeller approaching at head level.
"Oh."
Frost ducked.
Bereft of anything to decapitate the propeller pinwheeled onward until it encountered a rank of lockers, where it embedded itself with a horrible metallic sound. In the silence that followed the dropping of a pin would have sounded like a bomb going off.
Frost turned to the frozen cluster of grunts and trainees gathered around the skeleton of the machine. He pursed his lips. "Did I tell you to turn it on yet? I do not believe that I did."
One of the grunts licked her lips. "Um, sorry sir we just thought-"
Frost raised a hand, cutting her off mid sentence. "I am not interested in excuses. All of you will leave now. I will discuss this with each of you individually later. Dismissed."
"But we-"
"Dismissed."
The change in inflection was very subtle, but enough for the more experienced members of the team to pick up on. Grabbing the hands or elbows of their less savvy fellows they hastened away from the stricken machine, and more to the point the short blond man with the chilly expression.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:21 am
The speeding Rocket was nearing the garage when he heard a muffled screech and hesitated in his approach. Eh...? Continuing onward, it wasn't long before he almost ran into a herd of fleeing grunts and trainees, stampeding into the corridor like disturbed Tauros. Izaya pressed flat against the wall, narrowly avoiding being trampled or stepped on as he waited for them to pass.
Once they had, he carefully pushed against the door to the garage, unsure of what he would find. The first thing to be noticed was a giant propeller protruding part way from a row of metal lockers. Though the grunt had expected all occupants to have been evacuated by then, one man with neat, platinum blond hair and a white agent uniform still remained. There was only one man Izaya realized it could be.
"...And for a minute there, I thought it was some dangerous accident they were running from. Should have known it was you," the grunt remarked. Though his tone was cheerful enough, his mouth was serious and his eyes tired. He leaned against a tool bench to catch his breath, sitting down to rest. Maybe the herd of humans would provide more of an obstacle for the crazy Absol hunting him down. Once he had enough breath to speak, he managed another sentence.
"It's been a while, Agent Frost."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:44 am
Once his underlings had fled Frost turned back to the propeller, folding his arms behind his back and pursing his lips. The lockers contained various spares, overalls for those who didn't have their own, goggles and gloves and so on. He was going to have to fill out a requisition to replace whatever had been damaged, and then explain why it had been damaged. Luckily the only person he now had to offer this explanation was Mr. Hayes, an individual who Frost found... reasonable. Pleasant was a stretch, but not a very great one. He was certainly not objectionable company although although the man did lack a certain drive. A lack of drive in some areas, however, was far better than the anger management issues of the blond's predecessor. Besides, Hayes had made him his personal liaison to the Engineering sub-department of Tech.
As he mused these things, he also mused how he was going to get the propeller out. He was certainly not strong enough himself; he might be able to get it free but he wouldn't be able to lift it. Wherever had Koios got to?....
A voice.
Addressing him.
Him.
Frost's lips twitched into a snarl and his eyes blazed. Had the propeller he was still looking at actually been sentient it would probably have felt very very nervous. Given that it was not however it just remained stuck in the lockers as the blond's features smoothed out again, leaving his face as stony and cold as a marble statue.
He turned around.
"Izaya." Expressionless eyes looked the grunt slowly up and down. "Indeed it has. Why were you running towards what you believed to be a dangerous accident? Surely you were not thinking to play the hero?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:31 am
Izaya chuckled wearily. "You and I both know that's not my style. 'Heroes' tend to end up dead, which I don't plan on being anytime soon." An image of Aila's broken body flickered, unbidden, to the forefront of his thoughts. His mouth twitched and he removed the remaining sleeve of his parka from his arm.
It was hot in here. How did Frost stand this stuffy place? Not to mention how it was filthy with oil, grease, and the stench of sweat. Best not bring up those unpleasant things just this moment, though. Even without noting the frigid atmosphere radiating from the engineer, Orihara wasn't stupid enough to think Frost considered him a forgivable, average grunt. Suddenly the room felt a whole lot colder.
"No, actually. I was looking for my partner. I haven't seen her since she left for the last raid, which I recall you were on." He glanced uneasily at the door, having thought he'd heard a sound.
"I checked the infirmary, but it seems she was mostly unhurt. As expected of you agents." A scrabbling of claws against the ground in the hallway caused the informant to tense. "Anyway...I'd decided dealing with whatever had happened here would be preferable to dealing with this Absol."
Skidding into the room, the black and white-patterend dark-type halted as its yellow eyes transfixed on the mess caused by the propeller. Who - who would have done such a thing? It was horrendous! Disgusting! In fact, the sight of his surroundings was starting to make Kid feel a little dizzy. Parts out everywhere, dismantled pieces, smudges and dents... He began to sway on his feet.
Taking advantage of the pokemon's disoriented state, Izaya stood, took out Kid's pokeball, and returned him to it. With a heavy sigh of relief, he sat back hard on the bench once more. "I need Faleen. Where is she?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:00 pm
Frost raised an eyebrow slightly. "I do not speculate about what your style might be Mr. Orihara. If that is your style however you might also consider that around here people that annoy the wrong people end up dead. You are fortunate that Seth is no longer regularly on base." The whelp was unfortunate that he still was. One day. One day he would cut out his heart, or perhaps strap a couple of his limbs to a propeller and the rest of him to the ground and rev it up. Call it stress testing for the power and resilience of the engine.
Not today though.
Today the animal lived.
Frost drifted over to the propellerless engine, resting a hand on it gently. "I was indeed on that mission," he replied, "I secured Deimos as a matter of fact." Not that anyone had appeared to notice. It was in his report though and he supposed it mattered little enough in any case given he was happy with his position and not pushing for promotion. "Faleen was not significantly injured, but I have no idea where she is," he continued after a moment, turning back to Izaya with the same cool expression as ever. "I don't exactly have her fitted with a tracking anklet. Your guess - as they say Mr. Orihara - is as good as mine."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:36 pm
In spite of himself, Izaya had to smile - a genuine one this time. With no hint of what was truly going on in the agent's mind, the grunt continued to blab on. "Mm...how kind of you to remind me as a warning. Almost like you're looking out for me." Not like he could imagine this man looking out for anyone except maybe himself and possibly Xander. Come to think of it...
"It must have been nice, getting Xandy-kun back after all that time," he commented offhandedly. For once, it didn't seem to be meant as a taunt. "And- ah, Deimos? Is that so?" The informant turned sharply to focus on Frost's figure as he studied the engine. "Odd, I didn't hear about that. Big Boss Lucere must have been too caught up with getting his brother back to have bothered mentioning it."
Leaning forward on the bench with his elbows against his knees, Izaya took out his knife to play with in one hand while resting his cheek in the other. "...Agent," he said after a minute or two of silence, "Despite your professional attitude, I'm certain somewhere deep down you're human. You must feel emotions like the rest of us, ne?"
Frost's little display with Xander after the Sandalwood contest raid had been evidence enough of that. Not to mention his reaction to hearing of Dmitry. Still, it was difficult to say if Frost himself was aware of said emotions and when, as well as how, he showed them. "When you're angry, frustrated, or irritated...like, say, when you weren't recognized for Deimos' capture or you got word of Dith-san...how do you deal with it?"
Izaya kept his expression very serious as he spoke, meeting those ice-blue eyes with his own. He was truly curious, and he hoped that maybe Frost wouldn't deny him an answer this time. Mostly because he was having a difficult time containing his own emotions as of late. His mask was everything; he couldn't afford to let it slip again. Having dealt with Aila's death had worn it thin, and now Asch was tapping at the cracks. Izaya couldn't let it break.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 4:47 am
Frost pursed his lips. "Looking out for you? Appearances can be deceptive, you would do well to remember that as well; your wellbeing is of no interest to me whatsoever."
Getting Xander back.
It was... good, of course it was, but it had also been vaguely confusing and unsettling. He wasn't what he ought to be. Structured to a fault. Xander didn't belong with him, he belonged with somebody... somebody normal. He didn't want to let him go though, selfish though it was he wanted to keep the closeness they had. He cared about him. His presence was... was... well it was good. Was that enough though? Enough to claim a relationship with him? He didn't even know if he really wanted anything physical, any more physical than they already had anyway. It wasn't right to keep Xander trapped with him. He should let him go to find somebody who could be what he deserved.
....He had been silent for some time. "I am surprised you haven't heard about Deimos," Frost said, picking the easiest thing to respond to first. "I am not one for gossip, but I thought the place was rather abuzz with the news of our victory. I would certainly have thought you would have sniffed it out by now. Mmh, perhaps that's where Faleen is; she has been getting information from him since he was brought in, some fascinating designs... albeit written in crayon. Fortunate that we have an expert in Deimos-speak to translate for us." Mister Star. Mmmmh. He still wasn't sure what to make of the tall spindly man, though he had heard one of his team suggest 'pipe cleaner'. The ex-galactic was useful for now though, and he supposed that was what counted.
Anyway. The rest. What should he say? Frost moved from the engine back over to the propeller, peering at it to see if it looked like it would still be usable once it was pulled free. "I was pleased to recover Xander," he said eventually, "and naturally I have emotions; they are a matter of chemistry as much as cognition. They are not, however, a matter for the work place, or for public discussion. Control. Discipline. I dismiss feeling that are not important, or that would get in the way of clear thinking...."
Hold on.
Frost turned to face Izaya and canted his head very slightly. "‘Dith-san.’ Now how do you know Dimitry's nickname? How would you know his name at all?... You encountered him at the contest too, and connected him to me? Mmmh." How many rockets had Dith run into and cheerfully introduced himself to? The man was far too trusting.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 6:01 pm
"No need to remind me of that, Agent," the grunt responded with a grim smirk. "I'm not part of the infiltration department for nothing. But it's precisely because I don't take things at face-value that I can't entirely believe you when you say that my 'wellbeing is of no interest to you whatsoever'. I'm sure you understand."
Orihara waited patiently as Frost pondered over the subjects that had been brought up. Eventually, he closed his flick-blade and stuck it back in his pocket before hopping back to his feet. "Ah? Oh, no, I heard that Galactic's leader had been caught," he verified with a coarse laugh, busy tying the sleeves of his parka around his waist. "That and something about him being put in a small confinement room, which I wonder if even claustrophobic Deimos deserved."
The man shrugged. "But wasn't my decision, so it's not really my concern. Actually, I was talking about the fact that our boss had neglected to mention you as his original captor. Credit should be given where credit is due; am I right?" With a sigh, he grumbled, "Still, I was busy having to go hunt down and fetch a certain prideful, idiot, red-headed ingrate at time, so chances are I wouldn't have heard of it anyway." He really had to stop thinking about Asch. It was almost making him as irritable as it was to think about Shizuo.
He thought for a moment about Frost's theory on Faleen's location. It was certainly possible, but if that was the case, there was no way he would have access to her until she was done with her work. It would be some time, if ever, that he guessed he'd get the same permission his partner did to interrogate dangerous prisoners. At least formally.
"Crayon? That's intriguing," the grunt remarked. "As for that expert in 'Deimos-speak', I'm assuming that's the Galactic turncoat I've been hearing so much about lately." His words faded gradually as he tucked these thoughts away. They were definitely worth investigating later on, but for now Agent Frost was the sole focus of his attention. He wasn't about to be distracted that easily.
Slowly walking over to join Frost in standing before the propeller, he studied the damage it had caused to the lockers. Though he was still attentively taking in every word the blonde, British man said, he chose not to look at him lest he make the engineer angry or uncomfortable. Besides, he doubted 'Frosty-chan' was wearing any readable expression of which to speak, let alone derive information from.
"Dismissal..." he repeated softly, following it with a half-hearted chuckle. "You make it sound so simple. Of course control and discipline are factors to be considered when keeping a cool head. However, there are certain 'triggers' - different for each person - that can make unwanted emotions and their effect on oneself especially difficult to suppress. At least that's my theory," he added. "Do you agree or believe otherwise?"
As he looked back at the frigid human being, Izaya was surprised to see a hint of expression in the agent's actions and words. "Ehh? Oh, Dith-san. he told me, of course," the informant replied matter-of-factly. "I thought you knew I knew. Remember the meeting in the rec room after that raid?" He inspected his nails, trying to judge if they needed filing.
"The Russian Dmitry Konstantinovich Vladamirin and his lovely Espeon, Viktor. We exchanged a few words, him and I, though it was Xander who made the connection between you and him," Grunt Nakura verified. "That was probably why he didn't want to tell you about our encounter, but I made sure you were aware of all the facts."
He glanced back at the propeller before absently attempting to pull it out. "I didn't realize there even was a connection between you and Dith-san until you started pursing your lips in that way you do and interrogating 'Alexander' about what he knew." Uh oh. This hunk of metal is heavier than it looks.
Beads of sweat started to form on the skinny grunt's head, but he couldn't stop now. Chances were that he'd already loosened the propeller enough from the lockers that if he let go, it would topple and fall on him before he could move away. Where are those brawn-for-brain muscle-men like Aulus and Shizu-chan when you need them?
"Um...Frost-san," Nakura began, the stress causing him to revert to the typical Japanese honorific as he addressed his superior. "...Would you be kind as to grab the Ultra ball from my right parka pocket? Quickly, if you please. I think I might have underestimated the weight of this thing."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 5:01 am
Frost pursed his lips. “I do not make a habit of putting my hands into other people’s pockets. I do not intend to make an exception for you. You should have considered the size of the thing, and therefore its mass, before you started trying to play muscle man.”
"Me-taaang?"
“Oh,” Frost glanced over his shoulder, where a large steel type was now hovering. “Yes, I suppose you could relieve him of it if you wish.”
Humming acknowledgement, Koios drifted over to Izaya and took hold of the propeller; poor weak little humans, where would they be without creatures such as itself to look after them?
“You can let go now,” Frost went on blandly, “Koios will take care of it. Mmmh, in any case, I suppose acknowledgement for swift thinking and action would have been nice but I shall hardly lose sleep over it. It is, after all, only my job. I might as well expect accolades for fixing a broken drive shaft.” Not quite the same thing – capturing Diemos was out of the ordinary – but nevertheless, praise was only words. “And yes,” he nodded, “I was indeed referring to Mister Star.”
He had rather forgotten what Izaya might have said in the rec room, a fact that annoyed him slightly as he usually had a rather good memory. Still, he had had other things on his mind, namely other people. “That would indeed be Dith,” Frost nodded, “an old acquaintance of mine, no longer relevant save in nostalgia.”
Izaya really was full of questions today, and discussing Dith first had given him a moment to decide what to say. Dismissal. Suppression. “It is simple. That does not necessarily mean it is easy. Different stimuli, situations and what have you do indeed affect different people in different ways and to different degrees. If you have sufficient self discipline however it is possible to remain in control even under difficult circumstances. It is merely a matter of rising above your base instincts.... One question for you, in return for all the ones you are asking me; which red head are you referring to?”
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 8:39 am
Izaya had to grin at Frost's response even if it was less than ideal for him. Same old Frost. Almost makes me want to tease him a little...but doing that right now wouldn't be the brightest idea. He hoped the agent hadn't seen his expression. The grin could have easily been misunderstood, but there was something just so pleasing to Izaya about people who could speak their mind no matter how brutal their honesty was.
To the grunt, there wasn't much that was more brutal for him to hear than that he was thought of as any other human - no matter who was perceiving him that way. Little did Izaya know that Frost was keeping a few special thoughts to himself regarding what he really thought of his subordinate and what he really wanted to do.
"I was busy talking," he tried to reason, if only to get his mind off the weight. He supposed Frost wasn't likely to care about his excuse, much less believe it. "I didn't realize what I was doing, so of course I didn't consider its mass." 'Playing muscle man'...ha, I guess Aulus would have found that rich. "I guess that's what comes of being part of a team for so long; you automatically start helping people." The last statement was spoken with what might have been self-disgust. "But of course, no good deed goes unpunished." Another grim smile.
Damn it...more steel-types, Izaya thought, hearing the Metang behind him. He had to fight the urge to roll his eyes when Frost responded as though replying to a statement from another human rather than just telling the pokemon that it could do what it wanted. Even this man treated pokemon like people, complete with presumed mutual understanding?
Then again, Izaya speculated that those who were less comfortable with being social, like Faleen, found the pocket monsters to be more 'human' than any regular person. They offered unconditional love, supposedly. But didn't he offer the same? It was such a shame the human race didn't love him back, such was his unilateral relationship with the world. What did pokemon have that he didn't?
Well, maybe it was because they could generally keep their mouths shut. Instead of appearing grateful, the grunt couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at the pokemon who replaced him once Frost told him he could let go. Hopefully Frost hadn't noticed that either.
Fortunately, this particular Rocket had always seemed oblivious to little hints and behaviors, so even if he had, Izaya doubted he would have known or even pondered what it meant. Arceus, what is wrong with me today? I've never let my mask slip this often; at least not with others around. As if to reassure himself that Frost didn't sense his weakness, he turned back to the agent as the blue-eyed man continued to speak.
"If it's any consolation," Grunt Nakura commented half-jokingly, already guessing it wouldn't be, "I doubt any other Rocket could have handled both Deimos and the delicate situation involving him as a hostage as well and neatly as you did. I may not have known it was you, but I was aware of the fact that an individual on that mission pretty much saved all of you to being blasted to oblivion. Including the traitor." So 'Star' really is his code name? That must be...fun. He gestured vaguely. "In a way, when you think about it, they all owe you their lives."
"Well, he sure seems to be relevant now," Izaya continued in regards to Dith, resisting the urge to ask just how old their 'acquaintance' was out of respect for Frost's personal life. This may have been a first, but again, the higher up's regular bluntness with him just made the informant hold him in higher esteem than usual. Though, judging by what he remembered of Frost's reaction upon hearing Dith's name - both then and now - it seemed he was more to Frost than just a mere acquaintance. This had only been supported by Dith's reaction to Xander's reference to Frost during the contest in Sandalwood.
"He's relevant in the fact that he's part of a certain trainer group that's been giving us trouble as of late." A group which included Faleen's sister, Asch's brother, and his own most hated enemy. Who would have guessed that a Rocket's long-time friend would have been a part of Kodo's 'dream team'? "Looks like your methods of controlling your emotions will be tested soon enough." He wondered vaguely if the 'old acquaintances' had parted on good terms or if felt as contemptuous toward one another as the other Rockets did with their trainer counterparts. At the very least it seemed safe to deduce that Frost and Dith had not seen each other for quite a while.
Rising above your main instincts... At least outwardly appearing to, anyway. No matter what, a human was a human and it was human to feel emotions as well as instincts. One could suppress them, but not shove them aside altogether. Still Izaya had thought he'd mastered how to manipulate the notion of his perceived emotions since grade school. So why was he faltering now? Had becoming part of a team really gotten to him that much?
As if to confirm his suspicions, Frost's single question to the informant caused him to lose his quietly serene countenance to a look of extreme irritation. His mouth was a thin, set line as he uttered, "The particular red-head I was referring to would be Agent Asch fon Fabre. However," he continued, his mouth twitching once, "Red-headed Rockets Will, Ally, KO, and Trainer Luke fon Fabre have all contributed to my misery over the past few weeks." Realizing how tense he had become, the man took a deep breath as he relaxed his muscles.
"I really don't know how you do it, Frost-san," Izaya sighed, closing his eyes as he rubbed his temples with a hand. "It's one thing to observe others, but to actively be dragged into their problems, get involved, and then forced to cooperate with those same people, all in the name of 'teamwork'... It's a wonder this organization can be called a 'team' at all."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 11:01 am
Koios carefully pulled the propeller free of the lockers and carried it over to a sturdy work bench, where it set the huge metal fan down and started to float around it making thoughtful noises.
Frost raised an eyebrow. "Concern yourself less with your mouth then, Izaya, and more with your brain. You might get into fewer sticky situations that way." Good deeds. Izaya. Somehow that didn't sit right in his head; he suspected either sarcasm or a joke and the man's mouth turned up at the corners indicating... something. He knew that a smile was not always a smile, but he had no idea what it was. How did people so much stupider than himself manage to glance at a face and know how the person was feeling?
Frost, in fact, did not notice the glance that was flung at Koios. Perhaps it was Izaya's lucky day in some ways at least.
"I did not handle it delicately. The hostage situation," Frost went on, pushing aside his frustrations and pressing on with the conversation. "I kept a cool head and pressed a gun against his when Tethys arrived on the scene. I suppose you could say they owe me but," he shrugged, "that hardly matters." It would just have been nice if details had been got right, or made available, or... well, something. Was it human emotion making him want that, or just his love of accuracy? He didn't know. He should know. Feelings were too difficult... one of the reasons that he had tried to make Dith an irrelevant factor. He had never had romantic designs on his friend, but he hadn't wanted to share with that woman. It had all become too difficult.
Perhaps he had left because he had been afraid that he wouldn't be able ot control his emotions for much longer. "I suppose you are correct in the sense that his actions are relevant to the team, but he is not relevant to me personally. That ship - as I believe they say - sailed a long time ago." Dith had made his choice, and so had he.
He was glad when the subject changed again, but of course as ever that wasn't visible on his face; the only thing that changed about his smooth visage was a slight pursing of his lips and what might almost have been a frustrated eye roll. "When one is forced to work with idiots it is trying. Idiot, for example, who get themselves stuck under Arcanine. I however do not get dragged into any personal problems, so the issues I may have with teammates remain professional, and if I deem them severe enough I deal with them in one way or another. Much as I am not a social creature however I appreciate the things that teamwork can create. The tech department for example would not work if we did not work together. Nobody is capable of being an expert in all the fields we have here on base; together the sub departments create all manner of wonderful things."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:24 pm
"Believe it or not, my mouth gets me out of just as many 'sticky situations' as it gets me into. It's more coordinated with my brain that most tend to think. At least...it usually is." Save for recently. "It was probably some subconscious idea that if I got that particular issue off your mind, you'd pay more attention to the conversation at hand and possibly take me more seriously."
Izaya listened as the agent elaborated on the past events regarding Deimos' capture. "I wouldn't say it hardly matters. If that were the case, why would you have brought it up at all? Particularly with meager little me, who I assume you also believe 'hardly matters'."
He crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby piece of machinery. "I know you claim to be unfamiliar with certain things when it comes to reading other people, but maybe there are some things you're unfamiliar with about yourself as well."
"Or maybe you're aware and you're just denying it. Like a want for recognition - that's perfectly natural. You should embrace it, not try to shove it aside. It'll just come out later with all the rest of your negative, pent-up feelings if you ignore it like that."
The grunt watched Agent Frost as the pale man continued speaking about Dith. It wasn't much, but Izaya thought he could see where it was going. It sounded astoundingly familiar. Two friends having parted ways for some time, reluctant to see each other again, maybe a little afraid of what the other would think of them...well. Hard to imagine Frost in that situation, but there was still a lot the informant didn't know about the engineer. That was one thing that made him so intriguing.
With the mention of the 'idiot who got themselves stuck under an Arcanine', the black-haired man exhaled sharply in an attempt to resist his laughter. Frost had a better memory than he'd thought. "Still got that grudge against me, mm?" he murmured, though mostly to himself.
"Fair enough. I was just curious as to what your methods of 'dealing with them in one way or another' were. Also," he added as an afterthought, "would that group of subordinate Rockets I passed be the ones you were referring to in creating all manner of wonderful things? You know - the ones running for their lives, presumably from your infamous death glare."
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 3:00 pm
"I am a scientist," Frost said blandly, "so in regards to your mouth doing anything useful 'I will believe it when I see it'. Evidence, Mister Orihara, is what makes scientists different from theologians with their blind faith. I do not believe things simply because I am told that they are true by one man, no matter how dapper his dress shoes or how pretty his ceremonial frock."
He still wasn't sure himself why he had mentioned the issue to begin with, and so he shrugged. "Believe what you will about my feelings in regards to the capture of Deimos. I am certain you would anyway, with my permission or otherwise. I am sure you will also believe as you will about my self-awareness, and whether or not my supposed pent up feelings will come out at some point.... Grudge. I would not call it a grudge. Again, as a scientist, I learn from my experiences. I experienced you acting like a fool and endangering the rest of us. Why would I forget about such a thing? That would be foolish, would it not? There is nothing magical about my methods either, it is simply a matter of willpower. Either you have it, or you do not. If you do not you must train yourself to improve."
The grunts and trainees. Ugh. Frost walked over to the propeller and peered at the blades that had stuck into the lockers. "That bunch of cretins you observed in expeditious retreat are most certainly not the kind of people I was talking about," the pale Agent said as he tapped at a scratched section thoughtfully. "I was referring, of course, to people of actual skill and intelligence such as Mr. Hayes, and Agent Faleen. The fools who hastened past you are good for nothing beyond topping up windscreen wash, or perhaps an oil change on a good day.... Hyperbole, of course, but I am sure you take my meaning."
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