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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:01 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:11 am
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She smiled, or what to her was the closest she could bring her face to doing, and a small pained grimace seemed to paint itself across her lips. She looked down as she began to speak, "I'm Triste... I mean Trainee Triste?" she ended the sentence slowly and with an unsure tone.
That sounded stupid even to her. She knew she wasn't giving a good first impression, and after getting here late she knew she was obviously off to a bad start. His hand shot out and she immediately tugged her hands behind her back and started to wring them furiously, twisting the fingers so tightly that she felt them turning slightly cooler. "it's a pleasure to meet you Nakura," Was she studdering? She couldn't tell, "The work was tough, but I'm sure I'll get through it. There are worse things, right?"
She didn't feel as confident as her words she recited. The same words she had said many times before since... that time, but They had been forced down her throat and regurgitated many many times before. So many times that it seemed as if they were habit now. She wondered if she could break it as she began to drift off into her own head.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:24 am
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"Triste-chan," Nakura said, as if trying out the name. "How cute~! No need to worry about titles around me, haha. I'm not one of those stiff higher-ups who concerns themselves with such trivialities."
He didn't seem phased by what Triste seemed to believe was not a good impression. On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying himself. This girl was, he felt, quite a contrast to the tight-lipped, bad-tempered, down-to-business Rockets he was usually surrounded by.
Triste's reaction to his offered hand caused him to raise a brow with a mix of confusion and amusement. Was she like Frost and just didn't want to touch him, or was she just so mistrustful as to not want to return the handshake? Perhaps it was something else altogether, but whatever it was, it intrigued Nakura. "Is it?" he asked with a giggle, referring to her claim that it was a pleasure meeting him. "You seem awfully nervous...was it something I said?"
He toyed with the idea of responding to her question about worse things, but given the state she seemed to be in, he decided against it. She didn't need more stress than she already had worrying about things like some of the higher ups' tempers and the threat of demotions or the brig.
"Triste-chan, there's no need to be so uptight with me," the grunt assured her, his friendly expression now punctuated by a certain amount of pity. "How about I buy you lunch, eh? What do you like to eat?"
What had they done to this poor girl? Hopefully it wasn't a result of the training she'd been going through. The last time Nakura had seen a fellow Rocket this paranoid was when that kid with pokephobia had first joined.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:37 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 9:03 pm
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While taking careful note of her body language and nervous mannerisms, Nakura's smile did not falter. When she finally uttered a reason for her behavior, he sneered and his smile only broadened.
"Ah, is that all? Then you'll be happy to know the majority of us Rockets aren't, present company included. I really love people, but I seem to have the consistent tendency to get on peoples' nerves for some reason," he merrily explained.
"Honest, though, I don't bite~ My partner doesn't like people or talking either; she much prefers the company of her robots, but I'm sociable and talkative enough for the both of us." When she looked away, however, he realized he was starting to lose her. This one sure seemed slippery; even more so than Frost had been.
"Eh...? Where are you going?" he asked as she turned to leave. "Neh, Triste-chan, answer me this - is it really 'people' you're not comfortable with, or is it just me?" His tone became more serious, his mirthless smile disappearing from his face when her back was to him. "Why did you join Team Rocket if you're not ready to trust your own teammates? We may be criminals, but if there's anyone we should be able to put our faith in, it's each other."
Arceus, he never thought he'd be spouting this sort of thing. Perhaps Faleen's sense of team was getting to him or something. "Doesn't that make sense? It's a lonely and harsh enough world out there already."
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 5:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:58 pm
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He blinked at the girl's response. Then, going back over in his mind what he'd said to her, he realized how she might have taken his words.
"Hehehe...Ah, I hope you understand I wasn't attempting to scold you or anything like that. I'm hardly a higher rank than you and I've known Rocket agents younger than either of us. The system of respect and authority doesn't work the same way here as it might elsewhere, so please just regard me like you would any other person. No need for the excessive use of politeness and formality; it actually makes me somewhat uneasy." He pat her bowed head playfully.
Sensing her inner conflict, the smile returned to Nakura's face, more amused this time. "Just so you know, I was asking a legitimate question because I'm genuinely curious. It's perfectly understandable if you're not comfortable with me. I just wanted to know if it was just me or if it's everyone. I'm not comfortable with placing blind trust in complete strangers either, especially not just because we both wear a big red 'R'."
Gaze flickering to the minute motion of brushing her pokeball, the grunt inwardly grimaced. He disliked pokemon immensely and he hoped he could avoid her calling one out if he could help it. Aside from that, that very fact that she would even consider releasing one suggested that he was harassing her to the point that she was more comfortable setting a pokemon on him than calmly communicating with him in order to get him to go away. Not good signs.
"Tell you what...how about we forget lunch and go take a walk outside?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 10:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 5:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 6:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:06 pm
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Nakura laughed aloud. "You are so cute, Triste-chan!" Nakura cried. "Actually, parkour is a French term and is more a sort of...art. An urban art, if you like. Practiced parkour-users, or traceurs, can move through the everyday obstacles of an urban environment by thinking on their feet and negotiating a little here and there. It's also known as Freerunning."
He looked up at the tall structure of the base, sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of the desert. "Not like there're too many obstacles to overcome out here, but something it better than nothing." The skinny man nimbly leapt onto the ledge of a window and, from there, onto the top ledge of the closed door they had just come through. Had someone decided to open it at that moment, he would probably have fallen to the ground and hurt himself, but that didn't seem to occur to or bother him.
With arms out to balance himself and steady his body against the wall, he carefully walked the narrow ledge like a tightrope. "Ahh...and why would this right now in particular be a problem? Because it's social interaction between you and I?" he asked, keeping his eyes on his feet. "I imagine the change to transfer into Team Rocket must have been difficult in itself."
He spared a moment to glance her way. "May I ask why you joined and put yourself through such changes? Was it voluntary, or necessary?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:04 pm
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Grinning, the informant crouched on his perch. "Dangerous? Triste-chan, if you think this is dangerous, you should try insulting one of the higher-ups. That's real danger. One of them even threw a pokemon at me not ten minutes after I met him." Leaping onto a nearby drainpipe, he slid down. "But if it makes you uncomfortable...I'll be nice this once. We just have to be sure to toughen you up a bit before your first raid."
With his feet firmly back on the ground, he dusted off his hands before clasping them together and holding them up against his cheek like a love-sick fangirl. "So you do care about me! Enough to worry about my well-being. Aw, Triste-chan, I'm so touched." He playfully blew her a kiss.
"Okay, so you don't like social interaction. I'm assuming you're referring to verbal exchange." Still beaming at her with a grin that threatened to split his face, the black-haired man put an arm about her shoulders. "What about...physical contact?" he asked slyly, turning his head to whisper directly into her ear.
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