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[fordola]

[ Oh hey, a new Rocket Message. And there's a newcomer - a young-looking woman, clearly still a teenager.

The voice on the other end is very... plain, any sign of any accent or anything buried. Practiced. And the person sat plainly, focused. There was no trace of anything on her face - no anger nor fear at being taken. ]

My name is Fordola rem Lupis. [ with emphasis on the rem... yet, no change in her tone of voice, no feelings to read from it. ] I'm a new recruit to Team Rocket. [ A little flicker of something. Gods, what a stupid name, she's thinking. But there's no point pissing off her new bosses. ]

If there's any work that I may help with - or any other tasks that need to be done - I would be willing to assist, once my training has finished.

[ And the video flicks off. She's in the Goldenrod Base, doin' that training. While on duty, in the training? She is clearly very focused, and... quite skilled. ]

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[liedtoyou]

[Fordola out here using her brain cells, Ace Attorney style. Machi is, thankfully, staying put in his assigned room, seated on his bottom-level bunk with his back against the wall and his knees drawn up. The relative anonymity of a multi-grunt barrack is equal parts reassuring and uncomfortable.

Below his bed, his skunk hides. But he is not letting that awful bird out again.]

Yes. Today.

So meeting you, maybe then.

[Short. Cryptic.]

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[fordola]

[ She is smart! Observant. And watching every movement around her, as she opens the door. Towering. Glaring. ]

Or you'll be meetin' me now.