[PRP] Runaway Rocket

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

Trouble, trouble, trouble. It seemed that was all Nakura was good for getting into. This time, though, that had not been his goal. At least not to get into trouble for the sake of entertainment. He'd actually had a purpose in mind - two, technically - and while one of them actually seemed to have a good outlook, the one concerning his own personal interests was not. He would even have been willing to suffer Faleen's wrath if he'd gotten away with it, but to have to do so anyway? That just wasn't fair. The grunt was determined not to let his short-lived freedom end like this.

"Neh, you know, I think I forgot my cane back inside," the grunt told the feminine figure escorting him. "Mind if we turn around and get it? My leg is killing me." He limped along pathetically, as if to make a point. "Or you can go get it and I can wait here~ No big deal. I'd send my own pokemon, but those were already confiscated."  

[Blood_Goddess]

The Zoroark taking Faleen's form glanced over at him sharply with an excessively exasperated look on her face 'yeah right'
A hand reached out to grab his arm and pulled him along with her, answering his question silently.
Faleen had given her orders, and she wasn't about to disobey them, besides, this Izaya was tricky, like a dark type he was. He couldn't trick a dark type using dark type tactics.

It wasn't terribly far before Zoroark dragged Izaya up to the vehicle where she let him go and pointed to the car.
"Zor." She snorted with a snicker.

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It was a little hot in the city today, and Rosie found herself looking forward to getting indoors where there was air conditioning and water with a place to sit down, instead of walking through the city on her way home from the pokemon center where she got her pokemon checked up and healed.

The blond had opted for a much cooler outfit today, a pare of jean shorts and a light white tank top with a sheer pink tank top to add a little more color into the boring shirt.
Light blue converse on her feet carried a lively bounce in her step that probably had more to do with the ear buds she had in one of her ears.
The other was being listened to by a fascinated small Jirachi sitting on the girl's head, just over the pony tail, to keep her hair off the back of neck.

A bright happy look on the girl's face joined her as she made her way down the sidewalk, grinning in polite greeting as she passed other people.
The trainer had no reason so suspect anything interesting would happen today until she came around the corner that lead from a call residential aria, shaded with park trees and parking aria, she didn't even notice the figures standing by one of the vehicles untill she was close enough to recognize that there were people by the parked cars.
Iinstinctually she smiled at them, but upon recognizing who they were she stopped dead, her eyes growing wide and her face going pale.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

"O-oi! That's man-handling! And you're not even a man!" the Rocket complained, struggling halfheartedly. "Or a woman, for that matter!" He should have known better than to think he could fool one of Faleen's pokemon. They were too well trained to think for themselves, he felt, so therefore unable to be doubtful or suspicious of the orders they were given. They simply did as they were told and he couldn't even get them to pause to consider their orders, let alone question them. Why did pokemon have to be so stupidly, mindlessly obedient? And worse - why couldn't his be more like that?!

Grimacing back at the snickering Faleen imposter, Nakura continued to walk forward, as indicated, before taking out the flick blade he'd carefully concealed in his pocket. If only he could slash at least one of those tires before Zoroark noticed...but she was keeping such a close watch on him! Would he even have a chance?

And then he saw her. Her smile disappeared almost immediately upon recognition, but even the color draining from her face and her wide eyes didn't diminish the hope and delight that Nakura felt upon seeing her. "Rosie-chan!" he cried, waving an arm wildly. "Fancy seeing you here! Um...you wouldn't turn down a person in need, would you...?"  

[Blood_Goddess]

Zoroark twitched her head around when she heard Izaya speaking to someone, if her ears were visible they would have laid flat at the sight of who it was.
It was Izaya's comment that earned him a scowl, and a warning glare.
Nice try buddy!

Rosie on the other hand didn't move other then to flinch lighly and take a step back as Izaya called out to her, and who she then saw was Faleen turned to glare at her.

Northern, instantly sensing that something was wrong, looked up sharply, letting the ear bud drop from her hands as she pushed herself up a little, wide amber eyes staring at the mans he had never seen before and the....
"That women isn't there!" Northern said in alarm

Rosie's eyes quickly darted from Faleen to Izaya, trying to take another step back.
"W what are you doing here?"  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

"Ehehehe...you really do have your trainer's expressions down, don't you?" the informant murmured timidly, shrinking back at the sight of the shiny pokemon's glare. Preoccupied as he was, he hardly seemed to notice the Jirachi on Rosie's head.

"Long story," he answered Rosie without looking at her. His grip tightened around the flick blade in his pocket as he watched the Zoroark for any sudden movements. "At the moment, I'd say 'trying to escape the wrath of your sister' sums it up nicely."

It appeared Rosie was a partial distraction for the pokemon. Even if she did nothing more than stand there, the Zoroark clearly recognized her. Was this a chance to run? Well, it could hurt only so much to try. The lithe man darted toward the nearest dumpster, attempting to use it as a step up as he next aimed for a window sill and a narrow ledge as footholds.  

[Blood_Goddess]

It would seem that a partial distraction, was still not distraction enough for the Zoroark, who seemed to know right where this was going.
Izaya wouldn't get two steps away before a clawed hand swiped out at him to grab a fist full of his shirt and yank him back.

The sudden movement from the two caused Rosie to jerk backward a few steps, startled, scrambling for a moment as she managed to pull her hear up out of her bag and clutched at it to call the authorities.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

"Yaa-aahhh!!" the man yelped as he felt his jacket and shirt yanked on by powerful claws. If it had pierced one more layer, his back would be bleeding.

Despite this, crimson eyes were drawn to the movement of Rosie as she reached into her bag for her gear. While Nakura still had his knife on him, he knew it would have been useless to slash at the Zoroark with it, but there was something else it was good for.

Thrown with the precision of someone who often practiced, the blade flew through the air toward Rosie's gear. The Rocket looked somewhat apologetic. "Ah - gomen, Rosie-chan, but I'm not in any hurry to go back to jail any time soon. That's almost as bad as facing Faleen-chan, you know."  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Ah-" She had been in the middle of pulling up the number for emergencies when something struck the gear in her hand with a sharp cracking noise, and the gear was flung out of her hand.
Eyes widened as she jerked back, gripping her hands to her chest and looking over at where the knife had come from.

Izaya was being dragged back with an unusually easy force by who Rosie had thought was Faleen, but this wasn't right, Even Faleen wasn't that strong, and Northern's insistence that the women wasn't there lead Rosie to believe that it might just be the Zoroark that Faleen had with her... So then where was Faleen?

Rosie took a step back, looking around hurriedly for where her sister might be, before turning and rushing over to where her fallen gear might have landed.
She should grab it, and then run to the street, get some help... she could probably stay with her pokemon and make sure Izaya and the pokemon don't get away, but how strong were those pokemon. Last time she knew they were pretty terrifying.

Rosie didn't manage to get her fingers around her gear for a second time and stand back up, when an iron grip, black fingers and a gray glove viced onto her arm and twisted her up to her feet, Rosie's eyes widened and she froze, while northern, trying to put together what was going on floated a distance behind Rosie, looking apprehensive and confused by the sudden fear.

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"Now don't move... you remember what these did to you last time." a cool voice of a Rocket Agent spoke, her soft face wearing an unamused frown. Hazel eyes looking from Rosie, to Izaya who was being held forcefully by her Zoroark.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

Nakura looked unamused by the whole situation.

"Ahhh~ Now she has us both." he complained to Rosie from the grip of the shiny Zoroark. "Couldn't trust me, could you?" Disappointment seemed to be etched in every one of his features.

"Ne, Agent Faleen," the grunt said to the Rocket, his demeanor becoming more serious. "She didn't do anything. Can't really, either, if you just take that gear of hers. Why not just let her go? We don't have a use for her."

Not that he really expected his partner to listen to him, especially after the stunt he'd just pulled. But really, what more did he have to lose in trying? He could only hope Faleen wouldn't lose her cool like the last time they'd come into contact with Rosie. She had no reason to listen to him like she had before.  

[Blood_Goddess]

"You think that?"
Faleen spoke, though she didn't take her eyes off of her sister's face, eyes wide in shock, and what Faleen could tell was a little fear as she froze under her grip.

Faleen didn't disagree with Izaya though, as far as threats went, Faleen didn't see one in Rosie, not even a little bit.
Well... in the big picture she certainly didn't but in the moment Faleen wasn't exactly willing to risk her running off to the street and finding someone who might be more danger.

"Rosie." Faleen spoke, in a usual very stuff tone.
Rosie shifted as Faleen spoke her name, but otherwise stayed frozen, clearly scared of what Faleen could do to her with a grip like this. She opened her mouth to say something more, but as she shifted to straightedge herself up a little more, something on the hand that Faleen had grabbed caught Faleen's attention.
Slowly her eyebrows arched at the ring her sister was wearing, and the finger she was wearing it on.
Faleen turned her wrist, and gave Rosie an unamused look
"Really? Well I can't say I'm terribly surprised." her voice dripped with condescension and annoyance.

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Rosie's head was whirling, she wanted to cry out but she knew that one wrong move and Faleen would have her on the ground before Rosie even knew what had happened.
the fact that Izaya was trying to convince Faleen to let her go surprised her, as was the fact that Izaya himself seemed to be under some kind of control from Faleen.
And knowing Faleen for as long as Rosie did, it wasn't hard to tell when her sister was angry.

How was she going to get out of this? her mind was racing, but she couldn't think of anything, just numb fear keeping her in place.

As her sister looked back at her once discovering the ring Luke gave her the blond's blue eyes widened a little more.
Faleen had strong hands, but she wasn't gripping very hard, Rosie never did have a strong upper body, but she did have small wrists.
In that moment she had to at least try and get away, even if she couldn't get her gear before she did.

Rosie jerked her arm, twisting her wrist sharply down where Faleen's thumb met her fingers, and in an instant that surprised even Faleen, Broke out of her sister's grip.

"Nothern run!" Rosie cried out to the Legendary, though she didn't need to be told, Northern was right with her as Rosie took off down the alleyway.

Rosie wish she could have gotten a little father away so she could at least find another person to call for help, but she barely got out of the parking lot before an Absol and and Umbreon had leaped out of no where, hunkered and snarling.
Northern let out a scream when they appeared, no doubt she hadn't sensed them coming and thus as no idea that they would suddenly jump out in front of them.

Though she wasn't trapped, she had two ways she could run, she knew that she wouldn't be able to just outrun these pokemon, If she could buy herself some time though.
Two balls were snatched up from her belt, and as she stopped she tossed them out.
Pastin on the side with the two pokemon, the flaming horse rearing up and clapping his hooves on the ground harshly in defiance to the dark types.
While Kiss Kiss, clenched her paws, and sparked her cheeks in readiness as she faced off the dark blond Agent.

The Agent who while looked taken aback that Rosie had broken away, settled a very unamused gaze on the girl's pokemon.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

When Rosie managed to surprise her sister and break free, Nakura tensed for a moment, almost silently cheering her on. He had learned by now, though, that it wasn't as easy as that to get away from Team Rocket, especially an agent like Faleen. It didn't help that Faleen was angry and she seemed to have a personal vendetta against Rosie.

The crimson-eyed man sighed loudly, his shoulders drooping when Rosie was cornered and responded by bringing out her pokemon. This just got a whole new level of ugly. "Really, Agent? Is she really worth the trouble?" he asked Faleen with a look of disdain. It was almost like he was looking down on her for wasting her time on such a petty matter - not that he was in any position to 'look down' on his partner from any standpoint. "I'm sure I don't have any more love for my sisters than you do for yours, but siblings shouldn't fight, ne?"  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Nakura, you wouldn't know a hazard if it was staring you right in the face, and for the past few months you seemed to ignore the very real danger you've been in." Faleen nearly snapped back at the Grunt. "Actually, I'm certain that throughout your entire career you haven't been able to properly assess a real danger, so if you would kindly stay out of this if you're not going to do anything helpful!"

The look he gave her was met with a leveled gaze of her own, though there was a clear twitch at the corner of her mouth before she turned back to Rosie.
"As for you, you really should have left your pokemon out of it." she pointed out, feeling a surge of hatred toward the idiot girl, but in no way felt threatened by the display her sister was showing.
Because honestly, it was Rosie, how dangerous could she be? Laughable really.

Faleen had reached for another ball at her thigh, pulling up a dark ball and letting it swell to its full size, her fingers expanding to fit it before she got ready to throw it.

And then- then something happened that Faleen had not anticipated, in a show of very clear and growing panic, Rosie scrambled for her balls again, and before Faleen could even let out her Pokemon Rosie cried out in a plea and returned both the Pokemon that she had let out, to not only the surprise of the two Pokemon returned, but to Faleen's team as well.

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The sight of the Dark Ball in her sister's grasp had sent a shock of fear so harshly through Rosie's body that it caused her physical pain.
In an instant Rosie was reliving the battle with the long haired blond Rocket, the ball pulling her pokemon right out of her hands, and again, forever mutating a beloved friend.

Completely numb with with fear, Rosie was kind of surprised with herself that she managed to very quickly recall her pokemon, clinging their pokeballs to her chest, as she reached to grab at Northern.

The belt with all of the pokemon's balls was pushed into the surprised and shivering Jirachi's hands, the pokemon wide eyed at a very real fear that Rosie was feeling.
"Go- Go you need to go right now!" Rosie pleaded with the pokemon, Right as Faleen let a call out very sharply to the Pokemon behind Rosie.

Rosie squeaked in horror, folding her arms around Northern to defend her and cried out again through the crying protests of the Psychic type "Northern RUN!"

Right as the Absol knocked into the back of Rosie, knocking her to the ground, there was a sudden flash of light, and as Rosie hit the ground, pushing herself up her knees and looking up with wide eyes at the circling dark types, Both the Jirachi, and the belt of pokeballs, were gone.

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Faleen stared at Rosie for a couple of seconds, though it was with a frown, and light hum before she walked over to the girl.
"Wasn't expecting that." She admitted tot he girl as she pulled her to her feet by her elbow, ignoring the gentle pleading from the blond as the Agent made her way back toward the vehicle where Izaya was already waiting.
"Get in." She told Izaya, thrusting Rosie toward him and indicating she get in as well.
"Zoroark will be watching every move, so don't try anything."  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

The grunt visibly cringed at the agent's berating and abruptly shut his trap. He continued to watch in silence, however, as Faleen prepared to battle Rosie. His brows furrowed, just as surprised as his partner when the trainer immediately decided to withdraw her own pokemon.

Okay, so then had the Jirachi escaped with Rosie's pokeballs? That hadn't seemed like the girl's original plan, but she must have believed she had no other choice. Hm.

Oops! Unsteady with his slight limp, Nakura almost fell over when Rosie was shoved at him, but just managed to catch her and himself by grabbing the side of the vehicle for support. "Alright, alright," he muttered, keeping an eye on Faleen as he allowed Rosie to get in first and somewhat shielded her from the dark types' sight with his back. Pokemon didn't scare him, anyway. Er...much.

He climbed in after, sighing once more in resignation as his head drooped and his chin fell to his chest. What a day.  

[Blood_Goddess]

In the moment when Faleen pushed her forward, and Rosie found herself now using Izaya for support before she fell, with him helping her and him before anyone tripped.
She pulled away as soon as she got her balance about, folding her arms close to her chest and moving ahead of him with hesitation when they were told to get in the car.

If she got in the car it was over, she didn't know what Faleen planned on doing, or where they were going but if she got in then Rosie would give up every chance she had at getting away and finding help.

The dark types on her heel were not giving her much of a choice though, before she was even aware of it she found herself sliding across the seat to press herself to the farthest part of the car when Izaya slid in and closed the door.
The locks were activated, she stared at them for a couple of seconds, just barely a couple of inches from her elbow.

Blue eyes looked over at him, by the mild curious look in her how terrified face she wondered why Izaya tried to help her, and what he did that made Faleen angry with him, if they could just be distracted, or in the moment they don't realize it, maybe Rosie could make it out before they leave the city... or get too far.

Her only other hope was Northern, if Northern was able to find someone okay.

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Without a word to any of them, Faleen placed herself in the drivers seat, messing with a few of the controls in the front while she waited until the other two were in the car to start it up, and quickly pulling out of the parking lot.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

When the doors were locked, Nakura didn't seem to react other than with a childish pout. He crossed his arms, sat back in the seat, and frowned out the window as the engine started.

Feeling eyes on him, his slid his own in Rosie's direction without turning his head, glancing at her out the corner of his vision. The grunt leaned an elbow against the door and rested his cheek against his fist to give him a better view of the other blonde young woman.

He smirked half-heartedly at her apparent curiosity and stuck his free hand inside his pocket to withdraw a phone. He then extended his arm with the phone to rest on his lap, allowing Rosie a fair view of the cell's screen. Without moving his head or otherwise shifting his position, Nakura used only his thumb to type out a message.

[Don't look so scared. That's what they want.]

The wan smile he cast her was fleeting, vanishing once more as he shifted his gaze to look back out the window. His thumb, however, was still busy typing.

[Bullies are most satisfied thinking they've got to you.]