hold down your head now, just let me pass by

[forthevillage]

Who: Itachi and any Rocket at headquarters (sorry it's limited)
Where: Goldenrod City, Team Rocket base
When: November 3rd
Summary: A certain ninja is having a difficult adjustment period, but you can't say he isn't trying.
Rating: PG, most likely.

In one of the lounge areas, a thirteen year old boy with long dark hair was sitting up on an armchair with his legs crossed, reading the manual every Team Rocket member was given when they first arrived. Both of his pokemon were free of their confinements - the lunatone hovering in a circular pattern around the boy while the zubat chewed harmlessly on the pointer finger of Itachi's free hand, as he has it held out for just that purpose as he read.

He hadn't yet changed into the Team Rocket attire, still wearing his ANBU attire, filthy and bloodstained. It was another red and black uniform that he'd expected to be in soon, not that one. His mind had settled into a state of numbness, taking in everything here by necessity rather than interest. He'd chosen to let his scattered thoughts settle on contemplating what made the creatures he'd been given here so docile and willing to follow orders from him. It was better than thinking he might be going mad, as strong of a possibility as that was.

Should anyone pass by him, his eyes would lift from the book and follow then, unabashedly, until they left the room or decided to respond to the attention.

Comments

[20faces]

If there's ever been a sign that Akira needs to get out of this place, surely it's this! There's every possibility that those stains on the other boy's clothes are just from a long day working in the kitchens, but he's not sticking around to be proven wrong. He'll just usher his two Vulpix through the lounge quickly, steadfastly ignoring the eyes following them across the room.

Or, he would, except...

"Vulpix-san!" he hisses, calling out to the young Pokemon that's now bounding over, "Come back here!"

It ignores him completely, of course, heart set on chasing that Lunatone around and around the chair.

[crackpotcrocker]

Denzel is minding his own business per usual, as the man pushes a dolly though the Rocket Base. Although, he's not wearing his Rocket uniform but his typical outfit. On the dolly are various tools, as Crocker pushes the dolly with one hand the other hand is holding a long print-out of papers that drag on the floor. Growithe follows loyally along Crocker’s side. If someone catches a glimpse of them, they’re about Pokemon and genetic analysis on the types of fire, poison, normal, water and psychic. Crocker himself is mumbling indescribably under his breath;

"Mmmm getting close."

For a moment Crocker pauses in thought, as his head tilts up spots the Lunatone, there's a double take before the man jumps in spot for a moment and exclaims;

"Is that the moon? INSIDE?! This most be the work of – FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

The man spasms in spot and somehow ends up in an awkward position of his foot caught on the dolly. Growlithe on the other hand saw that coming and tried to comfort Denzel but to no avail. The dog Pokemon looks as if she’s facepalming.

"Wait a second..."

Pushing his glasses back onto his face, upon further inspection and less of an automatic response, Denzel has a change of mind and one can see the answer hit him. As Crocker recalls the Pokemon that appears to be a snowflake hits the man’s mind,

"That’s a POKEMON!"

Following a brief maniacal laugh, following up with a groan.
One of these days Crocker will memorize all the Pokemon. In the meantime just stares at the Lunatone in fascination. After all, that is a moon with a face!