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[bleedingunversed]

[Network Post]

These wannabe unversed are worthless.

I seriously have to train them to make them stronger?

Pathetic.

[Hello, fellow Rockets! A newcomer is in your midst and...frankly he's just unimpressed with everything. And bored.]

Where can I find better ones?


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[For those lucky enough to be wandering the hallways, Vanitas won't be hard to miss. Rather than change into his Team Rocket issued uniform like he'd been told, the young man is still wearing his outfit from home--helmet and all. He's got two tag-alongs in his exploration, one being his Phantump and the other his Woobat.

The first is drifting along quietly and obediently, pausing whenever Vanitas does to avoid running into it's master. The Woobat, however, is darting all over the place having the time of it's life now that he's out of his Pokeball!

Which of course just makes Vanitas hate it even more.]

You're pathetic. [The Woobat just squeaked in delight and Vanitas rolled his eyes behind his mask before veering down another hallway to see who or what he could find.]

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Action!

[11121_assumption]

And lo, down this hallway was none other than Walter, wearing his black Rocket shirt, white lab coat and with his hair tied back. His Weavile, Joseph, was at his side, occasionally scratching a mark into the walls to denote something, as Walter himself was going over a clipboard of information.

He spotted the strange, masked person at the other end of the hallway - and then carried on with his life, returning to his clipboard without pause. He was not interested and had more important things on his mind than the other recruits. While he had spotted the Woobat...that's what Joseph was here for.

[bleedingunversed]

Vanitas paused as he spotted another human down the hallway and a Pokemon that looked far more interesting than the duo he had. His hand instinctively twitched at his side but yet again his keyblade failed to come to him.

Looks like he was doing this the old fashioned way.

Moving forward again, almost sauntering as he went, Vanitas took advantage of his mask to look the man over. A scientist--like those ones in Radiant Garden probably. So that could mean either overly quiet or crazy. Neither would be an issue.

His Woobat squeaked in delight and shot forward to greet Joseph, fluttering about the Weavile with a happy grin on it's face.

"Hey. I have a question for you," Vanitas drawled as he got closer, his Phantump practically hiding behind him now.

[11121_assumption]

On the one hand, Walter couldn't believe this was happening for a third time. Why everyone approached him in Team Rocket, he just didn't know. But it certainly was becoming a pattern. But he had learned that the quickest way to get rid of someone was to answer them; his default tactic of ignorance hadn't worked out so far.
"What is your question."

He shied away from the Woobat but Joseph gave a toothy smile and greeted it, jumping up to Walter's shoulder and nuzzling him slightly.

[bleedingunversed]

"What is that and where can I get one?" He motioned towards Joseph, frowning behind his mask at the affection the thing was showing. What was with all the Unversed here--Pokemon. Whatever they were. Why were they all so pleasant?

His Woobat fluttered up to eye level with Joseph now that the other was up higher, chirping and squeaking merrily.

"Shut up," Vanitas snapped and immediately the Woobat shot away from Joseph and Walter, ducking behind it's trainer and bumping into his Phantump. The little ghost grabbed a hold of his flighty companion, holding him there as he peered over at the pair before them.

"Also, the name Xehanort doesn't ring a bell, does it?" He sounds almost bored asking it but there's a slight bit of tension creeping into his frame. The last thing he needs is that old man showing up.

[11121_assumption]

"He is a Weavile. I obtained him on Four Island, in the Ice Cave." While Walter wasn't fond of bats, he levelled Vanitas with a cool gaze. He knew Phantumps. He had one of his own and knew what they supposedly were. He had never liked people who used their control to torment children. Joseph tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, also disliking Vanitas for interrupting his conversation wit his Woobat.

"No, I do not know that name. Is that all?" Assuming it was, he waited for Vanitas to merely confirm it so he could leave.

[bleedingunversed]

Yeah, sorry Walter. That look does nothing to make him pause in this conversation. He's far too use to getting that look and it only amuses him anymore.

"And where's that? Or are you going to be a pain about the details?" Vanitas crossed his arms as he said it, head tilting as he grinned behind his mask. His Phantump glanced at her trainer then back to Walter and Joseph, a slow little grin appearing on it's face as it held the Woobat tighter.

This seemed like it might be fun.

"No, I have other questions. In a hurry?" he drawled, more than happy to keep bothering this man since he seemed to want the conversation to be done and over with.

[11121_assumption]

"...It's Four Island. Of the Sevii Islands. It cannot be made any simpler. And no. But I have other things to be doing." Walter answered, still as calm and cool as could be.

Joseph looked between Walter and the boy, and then to the Phantump. And winked. Don't worry lil guy! His trainer knows what he's doing.

[beastofasister]

[Wow, stick out a little harder, why don't you. Seeing as Vanitas is an obvious newcomer, Manaka is all ready to sweep in and offer help and feel out how useful he might be to her — but then he opens his mouth, and she pauses on her way to intercept him, standing several feet away as she tilts her head and watches him.]

Eh? That's not very nice of you to say! [...Of course, the sincerity of her objection is questionable when her tone of voice is as light as the smile on her face.] What's wrong with letting it enjoy itself?

[bleedingunversed]

[Vanitas paused, looking from his Woobat to the young girl that decided to get involved in what he was doing.

Why was it always stupid girls?]

Because I don't care if it's enjoying itself. It's mine and it's going to do what I tell it to do.

[His Woobat let out a squeak which prompted his Phantump to shove the little thing through the air and up against one of the walls.

Quiet you.]

[beastofasister]

Oh, I get it! You don't know much about having underlings. [She blithely ignores any reaction he might have to that, chattering away.] If they can think for themselves, it's better for them to be loyal and devoted to you instead of just scared. Otherwise, they might listen to you, but not much else.

Besides, that one is the type that never gets any stronger if you don't make friends with it. I know, I have one too.

[bleedingunversed]

If they think for themselves then they're more willing to do whatever they want whenever they want. Drones work better than beings that have a mind of their own.

[At least that's how it worked with his Unversed.

Vanitas turned his head to glance over at his Pokemon, snorting softly.]

Then I guess it's never going to get any stronger. I don't want to be friends with it. They're going to fight for me, simple as that.

[beastofasister]

Then it's too bad for you that they aren't drones, isn't it? [She clasps her hands behind her back as she speaks, swaying playfully.] They have minds of their own, whether that's convenient or not. You should learn to work with that fact, rather than fruitlessly struggling against it.

[look man she's just trying to save you some time]

[bleedingunversed]

[Rolling his eyes behind his mask, Vanitas started to move past the girl, already fed up with her.]

Or I can just dispose of them and start fresh if I have to. It wouldn't be the first time I've done that to get the things I want.

Action!

[garbagechild]

<sub>[If Vanitas (or maybe his Pokemon) found themselves hungry at some point during their relentless prowling of the facility, they might eventually stumble across the cafeteria and its many smells of varying degrees of appetizing-ness!]

[And in doing so, they might, in addition, come across three individuals.]

[The first, an enormous purple LUMP tipping part of one of the tables slightly upwards-- it's a Granbull who apparently decided the place to be was 'partially wedged under a seat five times smaller than himself'.]

[The second, a tiny, easily-missed blue bat hunkered down on top of the table and nibbling on a single grape.]

[The third: a wild-haired youth of... frankly indeterminate gender at first glance. Said youth is hunched over a piece of paper and scribbling wildly with a marker. Also muttering. He's very engrossed in his task.]

[Investigate? Y / N]</sub>

[bleedingunversed]

[It's his Phantump that ends up coming across the scene first, the little ghost drifting inside then pausing at the sight. Tilting her head, the Phantump let's out a soft, curious sound before deciding that the grape that little bat has? That looks good.

She immediately makes for the table and the bat, letting out another soft sound as she motions to the grape. Give up the goods, bat.]

What are you do-- [Vanitas paused in the doorway, his helmet gone and the cuts from the broken glass finally done bleeding. An eyebrow goes up as he looks around the room, his Woobat squeaking from it's place under his arm where he's keeping a firm grip on it.

His focus ends up on the kid engrossed in his picture and Vanitas resists the urge to just outright chuck his Woobat at Wrath to get his attention. Damn thing would probably stop itself anyway.]

Hey. Kid.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The Zubat's ears perk up as the ghost approaches, one of them swinging out to the side uncertainly. :| No, he... he thinks he'd like to keep this grape, thanks. He scoots it a little closer to himself with his tiny little wing claws.]

[Wrath, on the other hand, doesn't look up until Vanitas actually addresses him.]</sub>

... Hi.

<sub>[Once he's not hunched over the paper, his messy, scrawled writing is more visible. Scrawled at the top of the page are the words ROKKiT PLANZ and underneath that, 1: STEYL MOR POKYMON.]

[Number two on the list is, so far, blank.]

[Wrath is trying to put his newfound authority to good use.]</sub>

Who're you?

_{[He hasn't seen Vanitas around the base before... must be new.]}

[bleedingunversed]

[Stepping closer to the table, Vanitas absently looked over what it was that the kid was working on so hard--wow..just wow--before focusing on Wrath directly.]

Vanitas. Who are you?

[If there's one thing he'd learned it was that kids could be easily manipulated if you went about it the right way.

So, time to feel this one out a bit.]

Quite the plan you got there.

[His Phantump pouted when the Zubat pulled the grape closer, sinking down to almost sit on the table itself as it let out a pitiful sound.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Look, he's trying, okay?]

[He sits up a little straighter, head tilting curiously. Vanitas isn't wrong... about Wrath or about kids in general. Buuut to say Wrath was your average garden variety tyke would be a potentially disastrous error.]</sub>

I'm Wrath.

_{[He puffs out a sigh and taps his marker on the paper, with a slightly frustrated note entering his voice.]}

It could use some work. Normally I have lots of ideas, but when I started trying to write them down, they stopped coming.

<sub>[Not usually being one to plan... anything in advance, he has absolutely no concept of Writer's Block whatsoever.]

[The Zubat, on the other hand, chitters helpfully and extends one of his small wings to gesture towards the counter-- there are MANY grapes, to be had by all!</sub>

[bleedingunversed]

[Wrath.

Well wasn't that an interesting name.]

Sounds like a real pain.

[Moving closer to the table, Vanitas took an open seat, propping an elbow on the table and his chin in his hand.]

Why are you the only one making a plan? Shouldn't there be other people helping you?

[The Phantump perks up a bit and immediately drifts over to get a couple grapes, popping one into it's mouth right away before it floats back over to it's new Zubat friend.]

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[rosehecate]

[Ah...another Rocket post, hm? And from someone new. Anthy reads it in the safety of outside the base, because she's been trying her best to keep from lingering there very long now that she can leave, and...oh.

Well.

This is certainly a not nice attitude about whatever "Unversed" are, and probably Pokemon.

Hm.]

Excuse me. There's something I don't understand about your request.
Why are you so quick to dismiss the Pokemon you already have?

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[bleedingunversed]

One of them has potential I guess.

The other is annoying and apparently has to be loved to evolved.

That's not going to happen.

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[rosehecate]

Oh?
Why not?

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[bleedingunversed]

Because love and friendship is a waste of time.

A weapon is a weapon, living or not. It doesn't need love and affection.

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[rosehecate]

[...Oh she is going to have fun with you.]

Hmm.
Then if you feel that way, doesn't that put the failing on you and not the Pokemon, if you can't help it reach its true potential?

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[bleedingunversed]

No that just makes it weak.