route_1065 | Say, what's somebody like you

Who: Clive Dove (

vengefulyears) and Jean Descole (

scientificflair)
Where: Goldenrod City, Team Rocket HQ
When: February 5th, early evening
Summary: Clive and Descole just so happen to run into each other in the hallway of the HQ. Shit happens.
Rating: G?
Log:

[While he's still in town, Clive figured he'd go see what's up at the HQ, maybe give his weekly report in person because why use the PokéGear when he can just meet with his superiors personally? Now that he's finally found an opportunity to get away from Luke for a little while, he's going to take care of that immediately.

He enters the Radio Tower, making sure no one is paying any attention to him before stepping into the elevator and riding it to the basement. After he verifies that no, he is not an intruder, he walks down the vast, winding hallways of the building, trying to locate one of his superiors' offices. ...He hasn't been here in a while, okay, he doesn't really remember where everything is. But Clive will find it soon enough.]

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[Well, you aren't the only one seeing your superiors in person today, you know, though Descole has been seeing them for a decidedly less positive reason; namely, reprimands as relates to the uniform regulations, and some rather, ah, pointed inquiries as to why Descole sees fit to defy them. Not a special snowflake, put the damn tacky uniform on, yes okay you can keep the mask and maybe the fluffy thing when you aren't on active duty but put the damn uniform on, lose the cape and oh yes by the way, put the damn uniform on.

It's been a lovely day so far! And Descole has no intention of dampening it by putting the damn uniform on.

That said, however, as much as these people are utter killjoys with their insistence upon making everyone wear some really ugly clothes while they're in this base, they've proven rather fun in some ways - such as allowing him access to those labs he's been determined to spend some uninterrupted time in.

And he has no doubt it would have been uninterrupted, had he not noticed the individual wandering around as though he's lost his car in the world's largest parking lot.]

Looking for something, are you?

[He's at a distance; he doesn't recognize much about the person just yet, save for "it happens to be male." At the very least, however, it's likely a fellow employee of this fine organization; that's no reason to assume friendship of any sort, of course, but a reasonable one for not allowing the guy to meander around lost and potentially irritate everyone he may mistakenly walk in on.]

[God this is embarrassing... Clive really needs to spend more time trying to familiarize himself with the base. He's only ever came here to sleep in his room or attend his Rocket training sessions, since he left town almost immediately after completing his training. It's a good thing he came back so he can work on learning his way around more.

Oh hey, he hears someone's voice.]

I was just looking for--

[Clive stops mid-sentence as he gets a look at who he's talking to, briefly surprised by Descole's sudden appearance. The fact that Descole is a Team Rocket member doesn't surprise him at all, no; he's a perfect fit for the organization. He just didn't expect for them to run into each other like this. But soon a smile forms on his face.]

Oh, Descole! Fancy meeting you here.

Well, well - if it isn't Luke Triton! I suppose it would be more apt were I saying the same to you, don't you think?

[While he isn't exactly being cruel, he - ...oh, ffs, who am I kidding, he's being cruel as hell, but at the very least it's not aggressively so. More backhanded than anything, really.

Either you aren't what you seem, boy, or you seriously went wayward somewhere along the line.]

After all, I rather doubt this organization is well-suited for gentlemen.

[The word "gentlemen" gets a chuckle from Clive.]

Please, I don't deserve to be called a gentleman. I'm still quite a ways from earning such a title.

[He may be able to play the part of a gentleman very well, but it's not something that he's actually capable of becoming. Not while he still has... issues.]

Though I'm not really trying anymore, to be honest.

Oh? And dare I ask why that is?

[Because at this point, you're just begging the question, really.]

As time went on, I realized that it's not what I really want. I'm perfectly fine with not being a "true" gentleman.

[It probably wouldn't be a good idea to go too into depth about this, so he's going to steer the conversation in another direction now.]

But anyway, do you happen to know where the superiors' offices are?

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