[FIN] Picked the Wrong Fight

[Blood_Goddess]

Kyle thrust a finger out at him "YOU are the only one who brought gender into this!" He drawled with a great level of exasperation.

As Aulus went into his stance again Kyle brought up his fists as well whole heatedly ready to get his a** handed to him again if it meant he got to get a few more hits in.

Though something that the man said made the Grunt pause, the glare disappearing from his face to be replaced with a look that suggested confusion and contemplation.

"You said.. Aulus?" Ryan repeated, pushing himself off the ground as well.  

[TawnyAngel]

Aulus clicked his neck. "No I wasn't, you started it with the sexist insults." He didn't actually go so far as to care about the use of the word b***h but if it pissed this guy off then he was prepared to pretend he did....

"Yes, that's right," Aulus glanced between the pair. "Agent Aulus." Was this actually going somewhere, or were they both just building up to laughing at his name?  

[Blood_Goddess]

It only took a moment, in witch Ryan's eyes widened and he looked over at Kyle, who simultaneously got an dawning expression on his face, and all at once the color seemed to drain from it as well.  

[TawnyAngel]

Waaaaaaht?

Kyle suddenly no longer belligerent, going pale? His wimpy partner looking at him wide-eyed? Okay that was... strange, but pretty satisfying.

Aulus relaxed and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Something the matter?" Did his reputation actually precede him? Bloody hell, it was about time! Why did it though, who had they been talking to? He damn well wanted to know now, whoever they were he liked the results their apparent descriptions had!  

[Blood_Goddess]

Rumurs were one of those things that spread around in TRHQ, especially among the new recruits who have a lot of catching up to do. Of course at the time they were trainees, and would spend most of their time with the Grunts who had been there for a longer period of time, and they had learned a lot about the politics of Team Rocket from them.
One in particular, that had been more relevant to the two Rockets, as they had been assigned into a department with one of the Agents in question. Was about the successful agents within the organization, and a particular group who not only survived being taken hostage by an enemy team, but withstood them without giving out a single scrap of information.

The grunts in the rec arias would awe about this, and talk about never wanting to get on their bad side. It went without saying, those seemed to be individuals one didn't want to mess with.
For the time though, Kyle and Ryan had only met one, seeing as they worked under him practically every day.
Yet now, Kyle was standing here with his fists up, facing down another one of those Agents the grunts would gossip about like they were some kinds of bad asses.

"... I apologize" Kyle said, finally, lowering his fists that instead clenched at his side.  

[TawnyAngel]

...Okay. Well, that counted as a win didn't it?

Aulus relaxed a little more and shrugged. "Accepted." Hey, he could be magnanimous or whatever even if he didn't fully understand the cause of Kyle's sudden change of heart.

He should probably be a team player right about now, right?

Uuuuugh. Did he have to? Ugh, yes, if he wanted to get promoted he probably did. Ugh. Alright then.

"You're not terrible, you know?" Aulus continued grudgingly after a short pause. "You'd be better, have better prospects, and be more use to TR with some more training through. I run a class on Tuesday and Thursday nights in storeroom A3, you can come along if you want. I'll show you how I did that throw." Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Yellow eyes flicked over the Agent's stance as he too relaxed, seeming to be satisfied with Kyle's apology.

He was prepared for all kinds of unpleasant things to follow, now exclusive to boasting or more insulting, but instead he was offering for Kyle to join... classes?
the man's eyebrows twitched lightly with the confusion of what was just said. unsure of what to reply with he glanced over to Ryan for a split second, then nodded to Aulus.
"Uh... okay, sir."  

[TawnyAngel]

"Right," Aulus nodded, "see you there then." Well this had all gone... weird. It was almost like he was being a vaguely responsible and mature person. Very weird.

"Charrrrr," said Char as he return with a chair, and tray bearing a cup of tea and a book.

"Ah... bring that along Char, we're done here," Aulus continued with a gesture to the lift. He probably wasn't actually going to drink the tea now, Char could have it himself, but he wasn't going to let Kyle see him do something as daft as send it back; while the pillock seemed to have gained sudden respect(ish?) for him he didn't count on it lasting if he showed weakness.

"Anything else, grunts?" he asked, fixing the pair firmly with his deep red eyes as his Charizard bowed his head and moved onward towards the lift.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Kyle said nothing as the Charizard returned, eying the large beast before snapping his attention back to Aulus.
Shaking his head at the question "No... sir." He replied, joined by his partner.

There most certainly wasn't anything else.  

[TawnyAngel]

"Good," Aulus nodded. "Thursday, nineteen hundred hours sharp. Don't be late." With that he turned and stalked after Char, entering the lift without a second glance.

Once the doors closed he took the cup of tea and smirked.