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Who: Neku Sakuraba and anyone at Rocket HQ
Where: Rocket HQ, Goldenrod
When: 8/23
Summary: Neku's first week of training is almost over, but screw actually talking to his new coworkers that's dumb
Rating: PG
Log:

[it had been a Week, and he hadn't woken up.

It was time to accept that he wasn't returning to Shibuya any time soon. And that he was alive. And that his memories weren't returning. He had no reason to stay here other then the vague threats Nagi had offered him his first day, but after talking to people on the gear and getting a tour of the HQ, Neku came to a conclusion: no one had any idea what was going on, but at least the Rockets had the tech to eventually discover SOMETHING. If he wanted his memories back, staying put was best.

And that meant doing his 'job', like it or not.

Today that meant training in the less savory skill sets, but like hell he was getting help from his 'coworkers'. Instead he was in one of the training rooms with his pokemon. Seviper was cuddling the egg Neku had recently bought, but Meowth was showing him the basics of pickpocketing using one of the training dummies. The dummys pockets each had a bell, and every time Neku jiggled one she batted him in the head, hard.

He wasn't doing well]

That's it, I'm done!

[Yeah the cat is laughing at him]

Comments

[action] guess who's back, back again

[unkinder]

[After his encounter with Alfred ended up with him just leaving without getting any actual training done, Nagi decided that it would be in his best interest to try and come back later.

Later being now, and his luck continuing to be terrible, apparently, as he hears Neku's voice ring out just as he's stepping through the entrance.

His expression twitches just slightly, but he proceeds to ignore the boy completely as he starts to cross the room to the other side, Abra on his shoulder, Ralts in his arms, and a Porygon floating curiously behind him.

There are plenty of training dummies here, but he's not heading for any of those. Instead he seeks a far corner, away from Neku and his Pokemon. Hopefully, the other boy won't feel too inclined to call him out for anything.

..But at least Munashi isn't here.]

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[Meowth notices Nagi first, and at once puffs up and hisses, her claws digging into Neku's head]

Ow! Damn it watch the claws ca- Oh, it's you.

[Seviper wags his blades tail happily though! Hi friends!]

[unkinder]

[Congrats, Neku, you've proven to him that you can see and don't have the memory of a goldfish. He glances over briefly at the sound of the Meowth hissing before looking away again, not answering or stopping as he walks to the other side of the room, finding a spot on the floor covered by a mat. Once over there he sits down cross-legged, the Porygon floating over the top of his head to hover in front of him.

Next, he puts the Ralts down on the floor and pulls the Abra from his shoulder, placing him down as well. Lying on the floor are a few weighted balls that look like they've been placed there by someone using them previously.

...And whatever Nagi's up to, he doesn't seem interested in letting Neku in on the secret, much less acknowledging that he's even in here.]

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[Neku ignores him as well, pulling his headphones back over his ears. He tries to go back to his own practicing, but his eyes dart back to Nagi over and over, if just so see wtf he's doing]

[unkinder]

[Nagi has his back to Neku mostly, with the three Pokemon situated in a semi-circle around him. The three watch Nagi intently for a while and none of them move a muscle, save for the Porygon and Abra hovering a few inches off the ground.

Without a word, Nagi pulls his hands from his lap and slowly lifts them in the direction of the weighted balls, the Ralts and Abra following his movements in unison. The Porygon doesn't move at all, but its eyes begin to glow slightly as the three balls suddenly lift into the air, held aloft by telekinesis via Psychic.

As the boy moves his hand to the right or left, the balls move in the direction he gestures to. He does this for a long moment in silence before eventually rising to his feet, turning his attention to one of the spare dummies nearby. The balls hover at eye-level just shy of his face, and his eyes widen just slightly and his fingers curl an almost imperceptible amount, and his Pokemon react to it.

The three balls go rocketing toward the dummy, two hitting it hard in the chest, and the third slamming so hard into the head that it goes tumbling backwards and down to the floor with a resounding crash as it ends up colliding into a few bits of equipment nearby.]

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[Ah, so he's basically trained his pokemon to be an extension of himself. Like Neku himself with his pins. Only THESE weapons have minds of their own. Something about the exercise just puts the new Rocket RIGHT on edge.

Especially when the balls wreak a nearby dummy, making Neku jump and curse]

Show off.

[unkinder]

[Nagi doesn't try to keep the smirk off of his face as he lifts his hand again, the balls quickly zipping back over to where he's standing.

What's wrong, Neku? Surely you know good and well how telekinesis works.

Really, if Nagi's powers weren't being suppressed by forces unknown, he could have just as easily taken that dummy down without even moving. Of course, he could have ripped it clean apart, instead of just knocking it down.

Without looking Neku's way, he looks over at the three Pokemon still holding the balls aloft, his gaze shifting to one of the dummies closer to where the boy is standing.

And the balls fly yet again, promptly knocking that one down as well, sending it skidding for a few feet before it stops just shy of where Neku and his Pokemon are.]

[ajustcaws]

[...ah, she remembered those drills.

She was not particularly good at them (primarily because her daddy was a dark mage and not a thief) and she didn't like them, but...

Well, they were kind of stuck here, weren't they? She figured there had to be some way to get out with no fuss, but... maybe being a double agent could be helpful, too. Still, if someone wasn't too into this end of things...]

...you know, if you're not into stealing stuff, you could probably do little things around the base to help out...

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[Neku looks up and sighs]

And stay here doing dishes all the time? No thanks.

[ajustcaws]

I think you could sell candy or work in the Game Corner, though! That's not too shady and it seems like it'd be more fun.

[the worst double agent]

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I guess...

[She does have a point. But man that sounds dull as dishwater]

[ajustcaws]

Well, I'm sure you can find something to do! ...I dunno, have you tried battling yet? Maybe you could work your way into being a personal trainer or something!

[...she pauses.]

...hahaha, personal trainer.

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I've... had a battle.

[He scowls, showing it was a bad experience.]

[ajustcaws]

...that bad, huh...?

[She smiles sympathetically.]

Well, if you keep trying, you'll definitely get better. It just... takes a while, that's all.

[aufsassig]

Taking lessons from a cat, huh?

[WELL LOOK WHO IT IS, IT'S ANOTHER GINGER.

More importantly, it's another ginger who's walking in flanked by a mean-looking Zoroark and a meaner-looking Zangoose, and oh, boy, is Zangoose really not thrilled about the sight of that Seviper there.]

Not bad, new kid.

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[Seviper sees the Zangoose and coils closer around the egg, his tail blade up and shaking in threat.

Meowth on the other hand jumps down to greet the new pokemon. If their mean appearance bothers her it doesn't show]

What better to learn a soft touch from?

[aufsassig]

Ah, look at this cute thing.

[Speaking of greetings, the man himself doesn't hesitate before crouching down and offering his hand to the approaching cat, clearly amused by her courage — or at least, her indifference.]

Come here, liebchen, aren't you precious.

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[Seviper hisses out a warning to his partner: a trainer with a Zangoose can't be trusted!

She ignores that and trots right up to Schuldig. Yes, yes she is cute]

[aufsassig]

[And if she'll permit it, she'll get an ear-scratching for her trouble, too.]

Been doing the bell exercise, huh?

[That's directed probably towards the kid, and not so much the cat.]

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[Oh she certainly allows it, walking back and forth under his hand to get full spine scratches]

Yeah, might as well. Not much else to do here but train.

[the_end]

[Anemone was being a curious kiddo. After finally getting back to the base after two weeks of ugh nature, she'd spent her time being a good Rocket and working the boring daytime shift. Poorly, but she hadn't gotten terminated so it all worked for her.

It was another one of her off days--or rather, a day she felt like slacking off--and she found herself roaming the halls to see who else she could bother. Didn't take long at all to find entertainment in the young man watching his Meowth work its way through the training dummies.]

Quitting already? That's lame.

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[He huffs]

Lame for who? Trust me, this isn't fun to watch.

[the_end]

[She just leans against the wall, crossing her arms.]

Lame for me. I don't know about you, but you were providing me plenty of entertainment.

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Well I'm so GLAD to entertain...

[the_end]

As you should be! It's a pretty fun show.

[She moves over.] So, you new?