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 Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 10:57 am
"C'mon, buddy. Just this once, do me a solid? Pleasepleaseplease, I'll pay you back somehow, promise!"
Arno was an a**. Pulling an all-nighter playing games instead of actually backing up data as one of the higher-ups told him, he was taking a leisurely walk down s**t street because the very same elite was coming by that morning to check on his progress. The blond was also assigned to take on a mission that day as well, but due to all of the effort it'd take to get his first task done, he was literally on his hands and knees begging Kane to go in his place.
The navy-haired trainee at first dismissed his request. "No way, Arno. I have things to do as well," he relented in reply, but because he was a bit of a people pleaser and his only friend at the base kept pushing his buttons, Kane let out a sigh and accepted. "You owe me for this," he snapped at the blond, to which he earned a half-hug in mirth.
"Yea, yea, whatever you say," Arno replied as he rushed off, nearly tipping to his side when he rounded the corner with admirable speed.
Donned in a civilian guise, Kane tugged at the beanie upon his head dismissively as he awaited the arrival of his mission partner near the docks of Katarina. Their task consisted of sinking a ship that was nearing a secluded pier in the port city that belonged to their rival team, Magma. They still had about an hour to go until its arrival, so some pre-planning was expected to go into their mission before it was executed. Thankfully, Kane had his Sharpedo, and the Water-type would be a suitable Pokemon to use when it came to approaching the haul of the ship beneath the waves. But for now, he just had to wait. Debriefing and discussion could come up whenever he found out who his partner was.
Renekai Sorry for the crappy starter. 8'D;
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:47 pm
Locke stepped into the meeting room a little apprehensively. His last real mission had not gone as well as he'd hoped, but now he would have another person to rely on, at least. He glanced at the man that he assumed would be working with him. He did not recognize him; he looked more like a bookkeeper than a battler, but he supposed what mattered most was the physical condition of his pokemon. Shuca wouldn't be ripping holes in a ship's hull any time soon.
The white-haired, heavily scarred male extended a hand in greeting in Kane's direction. "Name's Locke," he offered shortly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 8:10 pm
Tch...
Kane had grown tired of waiting. There was only so long the navy-haired male could play it patient before he started to miss his shell-cluttered desktop and the chat room he frequented spamming emojis and his complaints about work. With the tip of his pointer finger, he pushed his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose and heavily considered simply leaving had a voice not halted him fully in his tracks. Though his social skills were hazy, Kane was positive it was an introduction.
Turning to the ivory-haired male, Kane stiffened in place. He hadn't meant to stare, but the guy was littered in burn marks. Realizing that he was breaking the social construct of, "Never stare at anyone just because they're different," his aqua eyes flicked down to the ground as he affirmed Locke's name with a nod. Swallowing, he replied dryly, "K-Kane. I'm called Kane." Beyond that, however, the computer whiz was at a loss at what to do. Should he bring up the mission specs? Ask him what he knew about the mission already? Everything was already planned out in his head, why couldn't he simply carry on with everything? Socializing was too hard without a monitor before him.
With an arm erected in his direction, his synapses cackled with thought when he registered that greetings between human beings were usually enacted by something termed a "handshake." Lifting up his own limb, he laced his hand awkwardly in the other male's, and said, "Kane... I'm- Oh, wait, I already.. said that, aha..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:01 pm
The hair on the back of Locke's neck stood on end as he noticed Kane not-so subtly gawking at his scars. He released his hand quickly, tugging the long sleeves back down around his wrists. There wasn't much he could do to cover the huge scars on his neck and face, though. He was beginning to wish that he'd worn his mask to the meeting, but that would have been a little over the top.
"Right," he said briskly, hoping to move on before Kane started asking questions. "Let's go over what our plan for this will be. I was told you have a pokemon that will be able to breach the hull of the ship?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:17 pm
Kane's jaw dropped in an attempt to talk, but clamped shut when Locke took the initiative and started a segue to the mission. He couldn't help a reflexive nudge of his glasses with his index finger, lamenting his inept attempt at discrete staring go noticed.
Right, the mission. That's what we're here for, not for me to make the guy uncomfortable by staring. Seriously, though, those things look painful...
Glancing back into Locke's face, he withheld the desire to wince by thinking of other things -- bikinis, old ladies, old ladies in bikinis -- to distract him from the burns on his pale complexion. Nodding his head, Kane plucked a Dive Ball from his belt and held it up to his fellow trainee between forefinger and thumb.
"I have Murex here -- my Sharpedo," he answered, mumbling something beneath his breath as he sought out the other. "And... Well, Junonia, my Horsea, is also small enough to go places, I guess...
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