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twinsanity) wrote2013-09-13 02:49 pm
twinsanity) wrote2013-09-13 02:49 pm
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001. [Voice / Action for Goldenrod Rocket Base]
[PRE-POST WHATNOT]
[Alfred has been here for a few days by now, getting used to the place; those who have been attending the mandatory training may or may not have noticed the newcomer who's been there with them. His clothes are military-styled, a bit too ornate for the location, and he hasn't been wearing the uniform; however, it's as though he's been making a concentrated effort to not be sociable. For the most part, it works - he's generally silent unless addressed, and any attempts to address him will get an eyeroll and brief but pointed answers if anyone tries - and so for the last handful of days, he's managed to conceal how utterly unnerving this is for him; so many people in this area with no idea how they got there, so many dragged here from different worlds, and if anything the streaming feeds over the device aren't helping.
He'd gone upstairs to the outside once, just to make sure that he's not being fed the most ridiculous lies ever about this being a different world entirely, and he's not sure whether the knowledge that he isn't is welcome or not. However, with the outside world came civilization and stores and the ability to purchase things at said stores; he hadn't been around this many people in years, but none of them really mattered in the scheme of things. Right? Of course they didn't.
Only one person mattered for the most part, and it seemed she had been brought to join him here; as long as he had her, everything else was secondary.]
[VOICE]
[There's a new signal broadcasting tonight; no video, but a decidedly feminine voice coming over the feed, soft but firm and to-the-point in tone.]
While I've realized that there's likely no chance of going home - not anytime soon - the opportunities this place has offered are completely subpar.
Are there any opportunities for advancement or employment in this world that don't involve hideous amounts of travel or retail work? I'm horribly overqualified for the latter, and the former...
Let's say I'd prefer to avoid it; it's been such a long time since I've done anything of the sort.
[...Charming.]
[ACTION]
[It's been a little while since we've had a newcomer to the Rocket science labs; there's certainly a new one in there today - a woman in the standard-issued Rocket uniform, being followed around by a massive and rather...unstealthy metal ant. Most of her long blonde hair is tied back simply to keep it out of her face, though she's got bangs brushing low over her forehead and light makeup dusted over her features; she seems to be annoyed by that incredibly short and mildly kicky skirt when she moves, one of her hands sweeping down as though to ensure the skirt is staying down, but other than that she seems pretty comfortable in her surroundings. She's not questioning what she's been told to do for now, even if data entry is still more than a little below her; after all, access to the database is definitely a good thing.
As such, there's not much entering of data getting done today; she's a bit enthralled by the reports of what happened in July of 2012. There's nothing too extensive in there, but it's just extensive enough...
Of course, she can be found elsewhere in the base as well, as the day wears on; she's a bit hard to miss, what with the metal ant rather loudly gashunking along next to her. She seems generally in control, though it's evident from the way that she pauses once in a while, bringing a gloved hand up in front of her mouth as though contemplating something and looking down the hallways before seeming to think better of exploring them, that she's...more than a little lost, um.
New people, pretty much.]
[Alfred has been here for a few days by now, getting used to the place; those who have been attending the mandatory training may or may not have noticed the newcomer who's been there with them. His clothes are military-styled, a bit too ornate for the location, and he hasn't been wearing the uniform; however, it's as though he's been making a concentrated effort to not be sociable. For the most part, it works - he's generally silent unless addressed, and any attempts to address him will get an eyeroll and brief but pointed answers if anyone tries - and so for the last handful of days, he's managed to conceal how utterly unnerving this is for him; so many people in this area with no idea how they got there, so many dragged here from different worlds, and if anything the streaming feeds over the device aren't helping.
He'd gone upstairs to the outside once, just to make sure that he's not being fed the most ridiculous lies ever about this being a different world entirely, and he's not sure whether the knowledge that he isn't is welcome or not. However, with the outside world came civilization and stores and the ability to purchase things at said stores; he hadn't been around this many people in years, but none of them really mattered in the scheme of things. Right? Of course they didn't.
Only one person mattered for the most part, and it seemed she had been brought to join him here; as long as he had her, everything else was secondary.]
[VOICE]
[There's a new signal broadcasting tonight; no video, but a decidedly feminine voice coming over the feed, soft but firm and to-the-point in tone.]
While I've realized that there's likely no chance of going home - not anytime soon - the opportunities this place has offered are completely subpar.
Are there any opportunities for advancement or employment in this world that don't involve hideous amounts of travel or retail work? I'm horribly overqualified for the latter, and the former...
Let's say I'd prefer to avoid it; it's been such a long time since I've done anything of the sort.
[...Charming.]
[ACTION]
[It's been a little while since we've had a newcomer to the Rocket science labs; there's certainly a new one in there today - a woman in the standard-issued Rocket uniform, being followed around by a massive and rather...unstealthy metal ant. Most of her long blonde hair is tied back simply to keep it out of her face, though she's got bangs brushing low over her forehead and light makeup dusted over her features; she seems to be annoyed by that incredibly short and mildly kicky skirt when she moves, one of her hands sweeping down as though to ensure the skirt is staying down, but other than that she seems pretty comfortable in her surroundings. She's not questioning what she's been told to do for now, even if data entry is still more than a little below her; after all, access to the database is definitely a good thing.
As such, there's not much entering of data getting done today; she's a bit enthralled by the reports of what happened in July of 2012. There's nothing too extensive in there, but it's just extensive enough...
Of course, she can be found elsewhere in the base as well, as the day wears on; she's a bit hard to miss, what with the metal ant rather loudly gashunking along next to her. She seems generally in control, though it's evident from the way that she pauses once in a while, bringing a gloved hand up in front of her mouth as though contemplating something and looking down the hallways before seeming to think better of exploring them, that she's...more than a little lost, um.
New people, pretty much.]
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Either way, more information isn't forthcoming for the time being, so either you're going to have to wait or ask. She finds that training room with...reasonably little difficulty, though a few moments of obvious deliberation do occur when she's unsure of what hallway she's even supposed to be taking at the moment; eventually, however, she does find it, and she's more than pleased to stand on one side of it, Victor beside her.]
I take it you're going to be using that thing, then?
[Yes, Geraldine, she is talking about you.]
Sorry for the late!
Hey! Don't you speak to her in that in manner!
[Geraldine is only slightly offended.]
What do you have against - POKEMON! [Crocker slightly body twitches and Geraldine looks concern about her master.
No problem, it happens!
Nothing in particular - Sand-Attack, Victor.
[...and since fire is 4x supereffective against Victor, clearly lowering Geraldine's accuracy is going to be the first priority.]
thank you <3
GERADLINE! ROAR!
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...oh.
Since the only other one she has on her at the moment is a level nine Spinarak, that...might make some sense, yes. Goddamn it, Cassius, what do you even do - ]
Poison Sting, then!
[...That's sort of useless and the chance of actually poisoning the target is equally pathetic, but at least it does something.]
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Geraldine yelps in pain at having been poison stung, and a skull and cross bones appear for a moment abover her head.]
NO!
[This will slowly eat away at her health.]
EMBER ATTACK!
[Geraldine lungs and there's fire everywhere.]
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Well, Cassius is going to fall easily just because ahahahahahaha level 9 very flammable spider; if she's bothered at all by it, it's not present across her expression. She just watches the poor thing burn until it faints with the sort of mild curiosity usually reserved for finding a scratch on one's car and wondering how it got there before recalling it to its ball and sending Victor back out there.
Steel being as susceptible to fire as it is, she doesn't really expect the Durant to fare any better, but she'd expected that much going in.]
Bite it, Victor.
[Getting up in the Growlithe's face is likely not the best of ideas, but she kind of has to work with what she has.]
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DON’T YOU HAVE ANY FEELINGS?!
[Meanwhile Growlithe isn’t able to avoid being bitten as she’s trying to shake off the being poison and Growlithe yelps in pain, which redirects Crocker’s attention.]
Geraldine! NO! Ember attack! [Come on Geraldine, hang in there. Hang in there.]
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Again, her expression doesn't flicker, though there's a bit of an odd look in her eyes as she watches; intrigued, in some sick way. So it goes, really.
She knows when she's lost, however, and when people are becoming...upset with her tendencies; she'll recall Victor without drawing it out too much.]
...So you win.
[The sky is blue, the grass is green, you just set my pets on fire and killed them.
You know.
Business as usual.]
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[Though Crocker knew very well he had type advantage with Victor. However had not been sure with the other Pokemon, knowing Rockets get two Pokemon and he did have to say, that spider type was cool. Denzel makes a mental note to capture one himself. Geraldine on the other hand was whimpering in pain. She was still poisoned.]
GERALDINE! [Crocker catches her as she begins to pass out. Rubbing her fur, Denzel remarks.] Hang in there, hang in there. There should be an antidote around here somewhere.
[Crocker has also learned that Pokemon don't die, they just pass out. So battling them and wining isn't so horrible. The man tries to lift his fluffy dog up but finds that he's having a hard time with that and only mananges to pick up the dog halfway. Pokemon to Crocker after all where his friends, and the only friends he has, because unlike people they don't judge you and why he's always like animals.. Outside of cats.]
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[That said, though, she's kind of scrutinizing what he's doing with Geraldine over there; she cocks her head slightly to the side, clearly watching but not moving to assist.]
Put her back in the capsule you got her in, if you have to carry her somewhere now - if nothing else, it'll make it easier.
[She folds her hands in front of her; still watching, still not moving to do anything about what's going on in front of her, but definitely thinking.]
Who is Geraldine? [The question comes suddenly, without prelude.] Obviously your dog, but is she named that for a reason?
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Capsule? Oh, right! The Pokeball! [Why didn't he think of that? Oh, right common sense and grabbing the Pokeball off his belt commands the Growlithe to return.]
Hang in there. [Denzel tells the Pokeball. The question catches Crocker off guard and sort of jumps out of his skin.] That's just plain and silly my Pokem - [Crocker himself off and is silent and states dryly] And this is any of your business if she's named after someone, how? [That's when he notices what he just did, darn it!]
LOOK IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHO MY POKEMON IS NAMED AFTER OK?! [Crocker getting defensive before letting out a deep heart ache groan.]
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[The words are cold, sharp but strangely blunted in affect, as though that sort of responsive outburst is second nature by now; she settles easily enough, though, going back to the...whatever the hell is going on with regards to the naming scheme there.]
And I asked because it's a strange name for a pet. [She pauses for a moment. Tips her head a bit.] And it's a bit rude to name a dog after, say, your wife, don't you think?
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Well, it's none of your business where that name came - [Crocker stops himself short, like he was just taken an invisible punch in the stomach is expressed in his face. Geraldine had been Crocker's girlfriend but they had broken up in college before he did ever get to ask her to marry Denzel and even if Geraldine the person didn't love Crocker anymore, Denzel still had feelings for Geraldine the person.]
...We never got married... [Crocker manages to choke out before busting into tears. Excuse him while Crocker wants to throw up and die now.]
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However, that doesn't mean she hasn't a few words to throw out there before she goes.]
You're a grown man; it would be in your best interests to start acting like one.
[And with that, she's gone.]
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Excuse me for having emotions. Speaking of which, that was sarcasm.
[Which Crocker proceeds to run off to take care of his Growlithe.]