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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:17 pm
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She could not have thought of a situation where Umbreon could have been caught off guard, her hands clenched when she heard the word 'mewtwo' a psychic type, There was NO consolable way Umbreon could have fallen to a Psychic type, not this badly. not to where his body was left in pieces and broken almost beyond recognition. It was what Seth said as he continued that caused the Agent to look up at him, to the ranked man standing next to her.
He had died... To ensure that Elite Seth could live.
"... He died carrying out his duty then." The engineer said. It was what any Rocket might do, or how she believed any Rocket... the team, looking out for each other, the organization, to better it... Umbreon would be Agent rank, the survival of an Elite was beyond important, and the fact that had known that, made this pokemon not just an excellent pokemon, but an excellent Rocket.
This fact was acknowledged with logic, with understanding of how this was how the organization worked. She accepted that with a nod and looked back to Umbreon. "Good boy."
The moment those words were uttered, Faleen's professional demeanor suddenly faltered, The moment she said those words, Faleen was faced with an unbearable weight of memories, all at once, of all the times she had told Umbreon that. The memories she had, spent with Umbreon, training, working just... being there. The way his ears used to perk, the feel of his ribs when she wrapped her arm around his strong body, the large blood red eyes as he stared up at her in completely attention.
The affect was more crippling then she anticipated, causing the agent to have to reach her hands forward, one hand pressed into the table next to Umbreon, and the other gently reached up to stroke her fingers down the side of her face. "Oh- Good boy" She said, in a voice that was uncharacteristically weak for the usually strong women.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 4:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 5:06 am
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