[PRP] Skins of Steel

[Blood_Goddess]

The longer Jerome lived in this new HQ, the more he was starting to recognize just how he had taken for granted the base in the desert.
Sure it wasn't that spacious, and sure it didn't have a lot around it, but damn, that base had windows!

It wasn't hard to make Jerome feel like he was closed in on all sides, and the fact that there were no windows around, and the knowledge that there was nothing but earth around them on all sides tended to make him a little more anxious.

The gangster would often find himself trying to spend more times in the larger rooms when he had the chance, though not just for him, as many of his own team were fairly large pokemon, and needed lots of space to move.

... Though in all honesty Jerome wasn't sure why he worried about Turret having enough room to move around in the first place, she tended to like to pick a place and just stand there, excitable to just watch as people go by and let Jerome know with the odd mechanical chirping she provided as an alarm.

In this case, the dark skinned Agent leaned himself against one of the far walls of the training aria, content to just linger there. He wore his usual casual today, no trace of his rank on him, while the half of his head that still had the long dreadlocks had them pulled back and up to keep them out of his unnaturally colored eyes.

Turret, the large Metagross lingered toward the middle of the room, her single eye drifting around as a Gengar, who's body was half covered in glowing designs flitted around her in an attempt to spook the large steel type.  

[The Time Vortex]

Georgia walks down the hall toward the training area with a bit of a spring in her step. She's had her coffee this morning, and besides, Steele's enthusiasm is infectious.

She can't help but smile at the Metang as he floats quickly down the hall to the training area ahead of her, chirping excitedly in his metallic voice. He zooms into the room, looking curiously at the Metagross and floating in a slow circle around her.

Georgia catches up to Steele a minute or two later and gives a wave to her fellow Rocket, making her way over to him. "Good morning," she greets him, keeping a watchful eye on her Metang as he bobs around the larger Pokemon.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome didn't need the sudden alerted chirping of the large steep type to notice as someone came in, accompanied by a pokemon that he recognized, Thats what Turret used to be before she evolved.

Turret let off a shake as the pre-evo of herself floated over, and started to do laps around her.
For a moment she remained stationary, rocking her massive body back and forth and letting off a sound like an alarm.
Eventually though, the massive form floated up, and started to try and spin along with the Metang to keep her eye on it.


Jerome though, had his own introduction, as the Metang's trainer came over to him.
the tattooed man greeted the young women with a jerk up of his chin and a grunt.
"Ain't seen ya 'round b'fo-" He noted his voice deep and thick, speaking with a lazy and very informal drawl "Ya- new blood?"  

[The Time Vortex]

Steele gives a low, metallic laugh, floating a few more circles before stopping to face the larger Pokemon. He waves one of his arms in greeting, smiling with his eyes. he chirps back energetically.

"Yes, I am," Georgia replies, her voice a bit more formal-sounding but still friendly. "I've been here a couple weeks now. And you?"