Alfred Ashford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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formerlatter, don't worry~]I have been here a little while, yes. This is actually my second time in Johto, so you could say I'm...educated, in regards to it.
[As much as he'd rather not be.]
If you're going to be working in the labs, please forget all of that useless garbage they taught you in initiation. Your real training starts here, with us.
We're a step above the common rabble.
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[...Well, if it's this kind of smug you have her permission to proceed, good sir.]
And who might you be...?
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I am Doctor Kato - one of the senior scientists here.
[Well it isn't exactly a lie, considering how small their ranks are....]
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss...?
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[...all right, maybe you'll get the followthrough as well, as much as it looks like it's going to kill her or something to give it.]
It's a pleasure, Dr. Kato; one of our colleagues mentioned you earlier. He spoke most highly of you - I look forward to seeing...
[How do you even describe that - ]
...What it is that you do.
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[Nodding slightly in acknowledgment, Kato seats himself at the bench and motions for Alexia to do the same - although whether she does or not doesn't bother him.]
I would be more than happy to detail just what it is I do here, and what our main mission is - I take it that colleague you speak of was Dist?
[....how does one describe Dist-]
He's a close associate of mine, yes - I consider him my partner. Together, we make up the higher echelons of the Science Department here.
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[She'll just be taking that seat, then, though she refrains from crossing her legs, keeping her knees pressed close together and tugging at that wretched skirt again.]
My family has worked in the creation of bio-organic weaponry and genetic modification, primarily through the engineering and utilization of various viruses and the like. Human cloning was also an interest of ours in the past, though that sector has been...phased out, more or less.
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Bio-organic weaponry? No wonder you're getting along with Dist.
[He's both surprised and unsurprised to hear all that information about Alexia's family - obviously, if she's been assigned to the science department she's no moron, but this is....rather intriguing.]
Do you think your research could be applied to the creatures of this world?
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[There is the little fact that it was a complete clusterfuck, but let's not.]
What I do know, however, is that Dist is working hard to build upon the results obtained, although if you want any of the particulars you'll have to ask him.
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[Oh, come on. If Umbrella had simply given up after one little clusterfuck, then...well, then the world would probably be a little less populated with zombies and monstrosities by now but that isn't the point, now, is it.]
In the meantime, he's told me that you've quite the eye for art and beauty - are you still wanting to tell me what it is you do?
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[Kato smirks slightly, placing a hand on his chest. Prepare for some crazy, Alexia.]
I am an artist, although not the conventional sort - instead of paints and brushes I prefer to use bombs and other incendiary devices. For you see, my specialty is that of destruction, in it's purest form. Is there nothing more beautiful than the sight of city going up in flames, purged from the earth in one fell swoop?
[Kato's eyes narrow, and his smirk widens.]
I've turned destruction into an art form - if you need any sort of explosion, I'm your man. I also deal in robotics and other machines, but they don't quite, ah...stir my passions like my explosives do.
[Chuckling to himself, Kato smiles politely and returns his gaze to Alexia.]
Forgive me. I'm rather dedicated to my art.
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[Honestly, she's less unnerved and more just...kind of wanting to facepalm, really...
I mean she'll refrain but that was far more information than anyone really needed, Kato, thank you.]
Explosives have always been my brother's interest, not mine; he's always been the one to go to with regards to weaponry.
I'm sure you'll meet him soon enough; he tends to remain close.
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[...just....give him a moment to come back down to Earth there, Alexia. Right, what were we talking about?]
Ah, your brother is here with you?
[A fellow explosion-obsessed scientist? This couldn't possibly end badly!]
Where is he?
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[Despite her words, however, she sounds more entertained than anything.]
He's in this organization, at least; he's likely off getting acquainted with it in his own way. It's not that he isn't fond of our family's work, but he's not quite as...gifted, you could say, as I am.
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[Maybe the Science department will actually get to do something big! It's been so long. Perhaps they've rebuilt the Olivine Lighthouse....hm....]
You shall have to introduce him to Dist and myself when he's finished his explorations. Speaking of which - is there anything I can assist you with, in regards to Team Rocket? I understand this whole process can be...overwhelming.
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[No, really. She'll be fine.]
Again, it's been a pleasure.
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[Gathering up the report he was reading earlier, Kato flicks it open and begins to skim it, giving Alexia one last amused look.]
Best you start work immediately. Proton doesn't like idlers, and he can be rather terrifying when he's upset.
Do enjoy yourself, Miss Ashford.