honourablevillain | 001 /// Private Rocket Feed

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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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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