scientificflair | 003. Audio/also one other thing

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[Well, the last month has seen Cobra attacking a bunch of children in the name of...taking over the world or something (and apparently plotting something else, if his last post over the Rocket frequency is any indication), one of the new scientists attempting to vivisect a Voltorb and threatening to blow up the lab in the process, Gorthan being a goddamn alien, and some member of the organization apparently losing his mind and going on an anonymous rampage the likes of which are rarely seen outside of...I don't know, 4chan.

Between all of this, March has pretty much confirmed to Descole that he is the only sane man in Team Rocket, and come the full moon he won't be surprised if everyone else in the base mutates into something horrific and develops an unholy craving for chicken hearts.

Today, he's trying to get his mind off of it; he's not exactly in the mood to put on much of a performance for the camera, so you can have an audio post instead today, Johto. His tone is clipped and a bit annoyed; this is due to the fact that he's had this damn...egg-thing for over a month now and he's trying to resist the urge to punt it across the room, but no one really needs to know that right now.]

For those creatures that are supposed to evolve through...I don't know, friendship or happiness or whatever you feel like calling it - how can you tell if these things even like you, much less are close to evolving?

[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]

I see your "friend" struck a second time.

We need to talk. Are you in town?

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[[Emmy is currently sitting on that same bench as before, thinking about nothing in particular. Her Pokemon are trying to convince her to train with them, but she's just...not feeling it. She's not sure why.

When her Pokegear vibrates, she blinks in confusion.]]

A text...?

[[Wincing, despite herself, Emmy is...well. When she sees who it's from, she relaxes. She shouldn't be relaxing when it comes to him, but...he's a lot more preferable to some others who have been texting her lately.]]

Yes, I am. Where are you?

[There's a bit of a pause between texts, though it isn't terribly long; just long enough for him to consider it, really.]

I'll meet you. Same place as last?

[[Emmy also pauses before she replies; this is....odd. Not odd enough to prevent her hitting the 'send' button once she's typed a response, but it's...still strange.

But really, she's glad he seems to have come around with that whole 'us Londoners shouldn't fight while there are bigger problems' thing. She didn't actually think he would.

Hm. Maybe he has more surprises in store.]]

I'm on the bench as we speak.

[[...another pause, and then...]]

See you soon.

[[It just...seemed polite! And the Professor wouldn't approve of her being rude, even to Descole!]]

[Well, it's less "we Londoners shouldn't fight while there are bigger problems" and more "we Londoners should...maybe bicker less while there are bigger problems", but it's a similar concept, yes.

...either way, that...ending there will just get a lot of staring for a moment before he responds. There's a difference between not fighting and...whatever that's trying to be - what in the world, Emmy, are we being entirely civil now?]

Yes, of course.

[That square she's in is easy enough to find; he's there in a short amount of time. And he's left the damn egg in the base, thank you, though he does have one of his Pokémon out with him regardless - the Ratra-Gigant is bounding along at his side, rather pleased to be out of the ball and behaving much like a dog that's been invited on a car ride.

...there's a reason he doesn't leave his Pokémon out of the ball; herpy behavior is a major factor.

Of course, once he's seen her, greeting her is awkward as hell.]

Hopefully you weren't kept waiting too long.

[[Emmy has recalled most of her Pokemon but kept her Nidoqueen out, who is currently boxing with her shadow. She's sitting somewhat awkwardly on the bench, as if undecided on how she's supposed to present herself. How does one present themselves when waiting for the nemesis of their boss?

Although really, the Professor has never spoken about Descole in that way...

...really, he never speaks much about Descole at all....

...hm.

Finally deciding to sit with her legs daintily crossed, Emmy smiles slightly when said nemesis...person makes his appearance.]]

You could have been a little quicker; it's not polite to keep a lady waiting, you know.

[...well, it's nice to know that neither of us have any idea what we're doing whatsoever, isn't it.

However! For now you can have a rather flippant, dismissive handwave for your effort, Emmy.]

I'll keep that in mind, then, should I ever go to meet one.

[...the sarcasm is not running nearly as thick as it usually does, however. My...god, was that teasing just now]

[[....it must have been, because she just let out a chuckle. N-Not that she meant to, or anything!!

God, what is this?]]

Do try to be a gentleman, then; I know it's hard for you.

[[Is she supposed to start being defensive? Angry?

...she's not feeling angry, though.

....this is a difficult puzzle!!]]

You said you wanted to speak to me?

[...don't try to work it out just yet, Emmy, we don't have nearly enough hint coins between us.

Also thank god, a subject change. Not that there was much of a subject to begin with; that was the problem. But, details.]

Ah, yes - it seems your...anonymous friend has decided to step up his game a bit.

I noticed.

[[Let her just look at her hands for a moment, before returning her gaze to you, you.]]

Did you see the conversation I had with him over the network?

I did, yes; as awkward as I'm sure it is to have me watching your conversations, after the last one we discussed, staying out of it wasn't too much of an option.

No, I understand that.

[[God, her hands are fascinating today.]]

....what did you think?

He said some interesting things.

[The pause is almost long enough to imply that he won't continue; he shifts position again, clasping his hands light and low in front of his body while he thinks.]

At the same time, I still don't think he's targeting you specifically; some of those lines of text make me think otherwise.

Interesting is one word for it. But I certainly hope you're right in saying he's not targeting me specifically.

[[Let her just look at you sadly, Descole.]]

How can you stand to work for an organization like that?

[Hmph.]

Well, it seems this place recruits upon arrival, for one.

Well don't let their behavior rub off on you.

Or you'll have me to contend with!

Oh, that is a threat, isn't it.

[THIS SARCASM

IT WILL END NATIONS]

[[Oooooooh!!]]

I hope you're not still bitter about that fight I won!

[[Why is this kinda fun, by the way?

Ugh, you're horrid!!

...and at least this way we're not talking about....nasty things.]]

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