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Post by bluemoonwolf on Apr 8, 2011 22:55:45 GMT -5
A strand of long almond hair twirled between delicate fingers, twisting and unwinding as hazel eyes scanned across a small screen. She sighed, no readings or new missions yet. Her eyes closed, head tilting down under the light brown cap, pink Sakura flower vividly displayed on it. She closed the portable device, and stuck it in a nearby bag she had. When she opened her eyes again, they were now a calm chocolate brown. Her pale face was framed by her hair as the wind blew the lustrous mass across her. She closed her eyes and smiled, letting the wind carry her mind away.
She pulled up her knees, carefully tucking her legs so the mini dress she wore didn't reveal anything. Mostly black, with brown accents, the tank-top style dress seemed mostly appropriate for the warm weather. Her black combat-style boots were a little worn, but suited her well. A medium sized blue and tan creature came up to her, it's long body similar to a weasel of sorts. The girl glanced down to it, and reached her hand out.
"Hey, Quilava. Aren't you supposed to be watching over the other two while we wait?" she pat the Quilava, whom smiled happily, then looked over his shoulder to a Deino and Dratini playing in a nearby bush. The girl nodded, standing up and brushing her dress off. Three prominent scars on her left shoulder could be seen, to which she made a face of disgust, then turned back to the Pokemon.
Well, I guess I may have to pay them a visit myself then... she thought, picking up her bag. She'd been working the past couple years for Team Rocket, but they'd always sent her missions and supplies to er. She'd never actually been to base, though she knew well where the nearest one was. She lifted two pokeball, red beams returning the dragon Pokemon inside them. "Alright Quilava, let's go," she said, turning toward a building in the distance.
Luna was her name, Luna Faolán. It was a name she gave herself after leaving her old dysfunctional home, and found a new one. She walked toward the looming building, Quilava always close at her side. It took her maybe twenty minutes of a rather mild pace, but she was at the large double door entry, standing there. D I just go in...or knock? Or... she pondered, not wanting to break any rules before she'd gotten very far.
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Post by GenepeOrgel on Apr 9, 2011 0:49:07 GMT -5
The door swung open as Gen stepped out with her Lampent in tow. She was in her usual uniform, immaculate from head to toe. Her long hair swayed in time to her movement. It was rare that she went out in this broad daylight while her red bandana with the 'R' symbol was still around her arm; her eagerness to the destination, and the fact that the place she was headed didn't require her to be stealthy made her leave her proud symbol there. If she went by air like she was planning to, she wouldn't meet anyone on the way either. Seeing the girl who was around her height [but Gen's cap made her look a wee bit taller XD] by the door made her pause, giving a curious gaze. No, Gen didn't recognize the girl's face; that meant that she was either a newcomer or a member of a lower rank. After a brief silence, she spoke in a soft, yet emotionless tone. "I've never seen you around before: Name, rank and purpose?" Pyrren, her Lampent, gave a small stretch when Gen stopped to speak, then floated down to match the Quilava's line of sight. He floated in a tilt with one of his arms on his lamp cap, moving it as if to scratch his head. |
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Post by bluemoonwolf on Apr 9, 2011 21:46:07 GMT -5
Quilava sniffed at the Lampent, it smelled rather off, but the familiar fire scent warmed him from the inside, and he took a few strides forward. Luna looked from Quilava and Lampent, back up to the girl. People, she wasn't fond of dealing with them, but she would to get her next mission. Boredom was a dangerous thing, after all. Idle hands and whatnot.
"Luna Faolán, Rookie Rank member of Team Rocket, looking to acquire a new mission, Ma'am." Even though Luna was obviously a couple years older, she could tell the girl was of a higher rank than her. She wore a similar outfit to that of the people whom recruited her. Luna wasn't even sure her data had been registered into the base in all honesty, she'd just been doing missions she'd been assigned over her mobile device until now.
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Post by GenepeOrgel on Apr 10, 2011 2:43:05 GMT -5
Pyrren, now curious about this Quilava who obviously had some sort of connection with him, got closer as well until his warm, glassy surface touched the Quilava unintentionally. The flame inside him flickered in surprise at the contact, but otherwise showed no hostiliy of any sort.
"Hmm," Gen hmmed, her right hand going to her chin. Luna didn't seem like the normal, power-hungry rookies she's seen so far; no, she looked more like the other kind of rookies, the ones who were either kind-hearted or loyal. These type of people only joins Team Rocket when something forces them; perhaps they lost their family, or is being chased by someone. Whatever the reason, she knew that Rocket members like this Luna here tends to be deadly and far better than the others, the half-brained rookies, during the long run. She knew all this, because she was once like this girl when she joined the Rockets; that look in her eyes... the dull, yet sharp look; it can only be present when one has gone through something drastically out of their comfort zone, and still pursues a focused goal, whatever that may be.
"Who gives you your missions?" Gen said suddenly, an idea popping into her mind. If Luna was under a Rocket who's a lower rank than Gen, then she could simply take Luna out to her current investigation herself as a 'mission'; while this current task she had was off the offcial books, it was for the growth of Rocket, so it should be fine.
{If you had any plans for the RP to progress, feel free to discuss! While I'm currently in charge of the situation in the RP, you are the thread starter, so yeah XP (saying this because the thread title looked like you were going to do a specific plot or something that I don't know about.)}
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Post by bluemoonwolf on Apr 10, 2011 9:32:17 GMT -5
Luna's eyes widened a bit suddenly, as if in realization of something. "Umm..." she said, glancing to her bag where the PDA was. "I...honestly don't know...They never told me their name..." Luna said, realizing how stupid it sounded. All she knew was that they were indeed a part of Team Rocket. She pulled out the PDA, handing it to Gen to see if she recognized the writing style of the previous missions she'd been sent on. Mostly small stuff, heists and robberies, but it seemed she'd pulled them off alone instead of in large numbers like most low-leveled members.
"I don't ask many questions, especially when I don't see the importance. His name didn't seem important, since he had everything else lined up, and was obviously a part of the team since he did lead me here." Luna said, looking behind Gen at the Rocket Building. She closed her eyes, trying to think back. Had he been wearing a name tag or anything when she was recruited? No... she thought, opening her eyes as her head dropped back down to Gen's level. "I can't say much more than he wore something similar to what you do, but not really quite as 'fancy'. He said he was recruiting for Team Rocket when we met. After I beat him in a battle, he recruited me. I highly doubt he was using his strongest Pokemon at the time, but that's beside the point..." She looked back down to Quilava, who's flames sparked a bit as the Lampent made contact with him.
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Post by GenepeOrgel on Apr 11, 2011 3:22:23 GMT -5
Taking the PDA from Luna, Gen flipped through the messages; it contained missions that were indeed what Rockets would get... but she didnt recognize the style. Well, looks like there were no current active missions on the list...
She listened silently to Luna's explanation, letting out a small chuckle when she called her uniform 'fancy'. She never really thought about how she'd look like to others; the uniform just made her feel more confident and imposing.
Handing the PDA back when she finished explaning, Gen threw another question to Luna, her gaze now at the two fire pokemon's flashy interaction.
"I presume you haven't been in the rocket building yet either; how about this? I'll give you a tour of the Rocket building and make sure the people in there knows that you belong here. Who knows, we could meet your mysterious mission handler or make new friends.
Or," she paused, clicking her fingers. Pyrren immediately returned to Gen's side, but his eyes still lingered on the Quilava as if he wanted to interact more.
"You can assist me on my... mission. I'm sure your handler wouldn't even know that you were gone; afterall, he hasn't called you out on a mission yet, right?
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Post by bluemoonwolf on Apr 11, 2011 9:18:38 GMT -5
Luna glanced back up at Gen from the two fire Pokemon, listening to her every word. Would I even recognize him after this long? It's been a couple years...not that it matters that much anyway... she thought silently to herself. She came back to what was happening, nodding at Gen.
"Yes, that sounds good. And, I doubt he would mind anyway since I'm sure the missions he was giving me were coming from higher-ups anyway," she said giving Gen a slight bow. "I would be honored to assist you on your mission..." she said, trying not to grit her teeth. A mission with her would be more than what she would have gotten before, but it still forced her t rely on another person which she wasn't overly excited about.
Quilava trodded over a few steps, putting his front paws up on Gen's leg and staring up at the Lampent. "Quilava..." Luna said in a slightly irate voice. She'd been trying to train him for some time to not jump up onto other people. Quilava glanced back at Luna, then sat down on the ground like an obedient dog.
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Post by GenepeOrgel on Apr 11, 2011 19:52:10 GMT -5
As the fire type put his front paws at Gen's leg, she froze; she could feel them on her clothes, the slight warmth and the weight of a living creature. He came off of her when Luna called it back, and Gen let out a breath of relief. It wasn't that she was afraid of Quilava, but the sudden physical contact, even if there was her uniform in between, made her tense; it's been years since someone other than her ghosts, who were cool to the touch, sending a slight shiver down her spine, actually attempted a physical contact... even if it was just to get to the floaty Pokemon.
She composed herself as soon as she realized she let her guard down because of a single Quilava, while also briefing her new 'assistant'.
"My mission for now is to check out the mansion on Cinnabar. There were reports of suspicious activity there, and since the lab techs there didn't get a permission to search that place yet, I'll be going." She glanced at the Quilava and Pyrren briefly before taking out her Drifblim, Pluvia.
"Now, shall we get going, unless you have a means to get there?" she said as the Drifblim lowered herself for the two to get on easier.
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Post by bluemoonwolf on Apr 12, 2011 22:59:52 GMT -5
Luna was thrown off a bit by Gen's reaction to Quilava, but shook it off quickly. She listened carefully, Cinnabar, she'd been there once before. That was back before the eruption, though. "Yes, I understand..." she said, then looked to her pokeballs. Neither Deino nor Dratini could learn to fly yet, so she was stuck with Gen for now. She held out her arm, as though she were waiting for a bird to perch on it, when Quilava scurried up and around her body, perching around her shoulder with his front paws on the arm.
Luna smiled only a bit looking at him, then her eyes turned back to a golden hazel color, turning back to Gen. "Afraid I'll have to intrude with you for now," she said, climbing up onto the Drifblim. If only she'd been able to keep the Pidgey from long ago, she was sure it would've been a Pidgeot by now, but no, it had to be released. She let out a soft sigh, waiting to go onward to their destination.
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Post by GenepeOrgel on Apr 13, 2011 0:19:26 GMT -5
{I'd loved to see you fly on a Pidgey to Cinnabar.... Wait, do they even learn Fly? maybe that was spearow. xP} Unlike Gen's expectation, Luna didn't return her Quilava into a ball. Well, Pluvia woulnd't have any problems with one more load, but Gen was still a bit shaken by the incident moments before. Glancing at Pyrren, she decided that her Pokemon would be able to keep that Quilava away from her.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but..." she mumbled under her breath as she got on her Drifblim too; the wide blimp Pokemon provided just enough room for the two to be without worrying much about space.
"Pyrren, go entertain Quilava or something. Pluvia, setting the course to Cinnabar; you know the way, right? we've been there before for a lab errand." Pyrren responded with a shout of joy which sounded like a soft chime, then went to the other Fire Type, doing whatever Pokemons do when they meet other Pokemon and Pluvia shot up to the air at a steady speed.
{I guess we'll place the events after arrival in the Cinnabar forum; I wasn't sure if you wanted maybe a post or so during the actual flight, so I'll wait for your reply i guess XP}
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Post by bluemoonwolf on Apr 19, 2011 14:06:22 GMT -5
{Terribly sorry for the delay, been without internet connection on my computer, have only been on vdex on my phone. Also, the idea was that she would've had the Pidgey for so long it would've been a Pidgeot by now, much larger to fly on XD and yes, Pidgey can learn fly}
Luna took only slight note of Gen's uncomfortable attitude toward her fiery companion, but ignored it. She wasn't going to confine him over her, whom she'd just met. Quilava sat up on Luna's shoulder, his nose poking out to touch the Lampent repeatedly, small flames passing between the two of them as though communicating in a sense. Luna smiled, then looked forward over the horizon, new adventures waiting. Bigger adventures than the one's she'd seen so far. She felt a sort of joy well up inside of her, making her tingle as the wind blew through her hair. A small, slightly malicious grin found its way, curling at the corner of her lips.
{On to Cinnabar!!! ?}
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