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001 /// Private Rocket Feed - Video

Good evening, Team Rocket.

[A calm, cool greeting sounds on the private network as, at first, the video shows nothing but darkness. Eventually the lens adjusts to show a young man with golden serpentine eyes, his hand petting and rubbing through the crest of a small Murkrow’s feathers whilst a Bagon is glaring at the camera from the man’s other side. He’s sitting, relaxed on the bed in a room that looks identical to so many others in the Rocket Base, before he addresses the pokégear again.]

I suppose this happened to all of you; taken to this world with these creatures – Pokémon? With only the clothes on your backs, pokémon of your own, and this note lying on your desks.

[He waves the note in front of the camera briefly before setting it down and turning back to the lens.]

It’s pointless to ask how to return, is it not? Rather than asking that, I’ll try a different inquiry. What do you have to tell me about Team Rocket? What have you done that makes it a worthy organization to work under?

[[OoC: Responses will come tomorrow as I am just about to go to bed and wanted to get this up ~~even if it's just a slightly modified version of my sample sob~~. See you all then!]]

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Dear, dear. Someone didn't read his handbook, it seems.

I must have missed the 'previous accomplishments' excerpts when I read through it earlier. Perhaps you would care to humor me and inform me of why I should be a part of this Team Rocket?

To a question posed so derisively? Unthinkable.

Well, given your openly skeptical attitude, you must be new to collaborative business. How fortunate you'll be corrected so quickly.

I would say it's more of a 'background check', to make sure that my interests lie at least somewhat with Team Rocket's. Who better to ask than those under its employ?

Of course, if you have no such information for me, we may as well end our conversation here.

[ Scanty sniffs. ]

The upper echelons of any competent organization always determine the interests of their inferiors. This public inquiry to the contrary might end poorly for you, novice boy.

[ The background of her own video - or what little of it that's visible around her hair - begins to change slightly. Scanty's on the move.

And she's headed down a hall in the dorms of the Rocket base. ]

But are they worthy enough to effectively command me? That is what I intend to determine.

If they are, it should be simple enough to answer such questions in exchange for the willing co-operation of their supposed inferiors. There is no harm in divulging previous accomplishments to any subordinate, provided that there is also no possibility of that information harming the efforts of current plans.

And, if there is no accomplishment at all to share, then there is no reason or fear attaching me to this organization, is there?

[Oh he noticed it, though where exactly she is still isn't evident to him. He still needs to get properly acquainted with the organization himself, after all.]

Edited (What is with me and forgetting words I am so sorry) 2013-01-11 04:39 (UTC)

What a terribly developed sense of self-confidence. You still haven't discovered your own delusions.

For example, you assert that leadership is an equal exchange. If your naive query's taken as a challenge instead - haven't you put yourself in a dreadful position?

I point this out merely because you seem otherwise capable. It'd be a shame to lose such a promising fledgling so soon.

[ Hey, you think she knows? She's ~~wandering~~ STRIDING WITH A PURPOSE, listening to see whether she can hear his voice through any of the doors. ]

Funny. As of yet, you're the only one who seems to think of my questioning as delusional, pointless, and self-damaging, while others I've spoken to have answered my questions with little trouble, nor have they taken it as a challenge of authority. I wonder why you would be sole exception to that.

[Don't mind him, he's just listening to see if he can hear footsteps coming closer while smoothing out the feathers of his now-sleeping Murkrow.]

[ A self-satisfied little noise hums in the back of her throat. ]

Perhaps I'm more experienced! Not necessarily here specifically, but no one can best a demon for an understanding of hierarchies! It would only figure that a humans' version results in a pale imitation. They don't even know when to take offense!

[ See, there's the thing. She's completely overlooked the fact you might be able to hear her approach, as well.

Which you very well may. Right about now. ]

Interesting.

[Quietly, he returns Bagon and Murkrow to their pokéballs in brief flashes of light before the background moves a little behind Chase. Or is it moving? It's hard to tell, with his room still being so dark... Wait, that might have been cutting off the video feed.]

I wonder how a demon would fare against an immortal. Even a little girl like you might make an interesting challenge.

Edited 2013-01-12 04:53 (UTC)

Resorting to confrontation? You really understand nothing.

[ She completely misses his switch to audio, caught up as she is in her excitement that she thinks she's found his door. She has a plan of her own, after all! ]

Advancement through deference! Since the founding of society, that has always been the securest, most infallible rrrrrrrrule!!

[ And at the word "rule", she attempts to slam the door wide open. If you have it locked or at least securely shut, however, all this will yield is her smacking her hand against it really, really hard (and, as a result, looking really, really stupid). ]

Edited 2013-01-12 13:39 (UTC)

[Thankfully for Scanty, the door is ajar just enough to slide open and smack against the wall with her hitting. But, strangely enough, it appears as if the room is empty?

Really, Chase isn't in sight. The only thing that's in there is the pokégear on the bed. Does Scanty;

>>> Walk in and investigate further.
>>> Move on to see if he's in the next room.]

[ SUCCESS oh the look on his face is going to be pricele-- ]

[ --hey wait wait whaaaat. ]

[ Scanty blinks for a moment, then catches sight of the Poké Gear and smirks. ]

Hide-and-seek is a child's game. You're only proving my point, novice boy.

[ And she sashays on in slowly, eying every corner for places he could be hidden. ]

[Of course, she would be looking in every nook and cranny of the room. But, as was typical of most people... Who would think to look up?

Granted, not just anyone would be able to balance themselves on the edge of the door frame and effectively hide there.

The only warning Scanty will get is the shadow suddenly cast behind her and the sound of his boots hitting the ground. That's when he leans forward to breathe into her ear from behind.]

A game I have won. Perhaps I'm not the one who needs to learn that rule.

[ !!!

Scanty's breath catches; she freezes, doesn't quite manage to keep herself from gasping in surprise, and swallows hard. ~~She may still have no idea how you did that for a second.~~

Refusing to turn around, she grits her teeth and shoves her nose in the air. ]

H-hierarchically speaking, we occupy the same level. One clever show of acrobatics isn't indicative of any profitable prowess! Children playing on jungle gyms have managed more....

I would like to see them try. But I suppose you are correct; for the work we are intended to do, such a feat would have to be child's play.

We should see just what's expected of us in the training center.

[He straightens and reaches around to pluck his gear right off of the bed before making to walk right out the door.]

[ Y-you're even going to deprive her of her chance to flounce?! Does your insolence know no bounds?!

Either way, Scanty can't let you have the last word! ]

Th-this isn't over, I'll have you know! I'd thought, out of the benevolence of my status as a veteran team player, I'd instruct you in the proper methods of advancement - but I see charity'd be wasted on a self-absorbed mind such as yours.

We may occupy the same status presently, but!! That won't be the case forever! You'll have only yourself to blame when you rue the day your ignorance made you my rrrrrrrrival!

Prepare yourself, you greenhorn!

[And she will attempt to shove past you on the way out the door, nose still in the air. SHE WILL HAVE HER FLOUNCE, DAMN IT, EVEN IF SHE HAS TO FORCE IT INTO BEING. ]

Temper. We are supposed to be on the same side, are we not?

[It probably isn't helping that he just looks more amused than anything, is it? He hums and shakes his head, following her out before closing the door.]

Chase Young. We'll see if you can deliver on those words in time.

Scanty.

[ She spits her name over her shoulder - and almost didn't give you the courtesy, but she's not quite at "devolving into profanity-laced rages" levels of pissed off. Yet. ]

I'd suggest you make note of it, as your memory's clearly occupied with no one but yourself, but it'll be inscribed on your orders shortly enough. Ingrain proper respect into your behavior by then!

And with that - I bid you adieu!

[ And she speeds up in her ~~butthurt flouncing~~ dignified exit, so she can pretend she doesn't hear you if you can't take a hint. ]

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