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[Action | Goldenrod Rocket H.Q.]
Who: Lucas Baker and OPEN!
Where: Team Rocket H.Q., Goldenrod City
When: June 4th-5th-ish!
Summary: Welcome to the team, son.
Rating: Language.
[Well!
Well, well, well, welly-well well well.
Coming to wasn't a big shock. It was jarring, yeah. Not too shocking once the snap-awake wore off and heated off into... boiling what the -- hell's going on, what did they DO agitation.
Nor was coming to in some unfamiliar dark room. A cell, right -- ?! Looks like someone had... got the jump on him, planted a trap, or some shit, were gonna -- come in and haul him off any moment, shove him in a chair, smack him around, slice him open to quote-unquote see the E-mutamycete in action, orrrr maybe just give him a talking to! Who knows?! He sure wouldn't once he hauled ass, got his bearings! Jimmied the fuck out of a way out of here -- ...
That -- said, ahh.
The first big surprise!
The bag.
The bag and the two capsules. With a little booklet.
Like... some kind of a "care package". To be sighed and grinned into with airquotes.
'Course he cracked into it.
All of it.
The booklet - mouth and eyes... dropping open as the later skimmed. Things parsed in a minor electrical hum.
The bag. Basically just... camping supplies.
The capsules -- with a start at the flash of light careful careful careful careful! and a giggle and a whoop and a WHOA! at the appearance of a little blue alligator, some kind of skeletal Doberman puppy...!
Got on the ground with them for a little bit! A mix of excited, detached wonder and experrrrrimental probing. Heyyyyy, little buddy...! Hee hee - don't'cha pull no tricks on me, will ya -- ? Noooo, I'll get'cha if ya do -- ...! Thaaat's right -- you're gonna be my monster friend -- ! Tentative pokes and finger-wiggles on the nose with just one snap-withdrawal from a playful clap! of jaws and a wag and a noooooo, you don't!
All in all, looks like he was found mid-hustle, all right.
Byyyyy another hopeful connection! Ha -- and here he thought he was doin' a good job layin' low; looks like his name's really gotten out there...
...All a... wry pattern of thoughts. Something to prop himself up on -- swell his chest and put a backlight to a heavy, heavy, sneery smile.
Twitching a little in the face with somethin' threatening to pull loose and snap.
'Cauuuuuse he doesn't much appreciate being yoinked out of some perfectly good business of his own, hauled away to God knows where, and "volunteered" for something, thank-a-you very much...!
Not -- to say it isn't a tastier arrangement than getting thrown into the slammer as a criminal or a traitor or an overgrown science sample. Who knows! It could be an out!
Orrrr it could be a bone to pick -- ...!
A little from Column A, a little from Column B.
By now, he's cracked open the door to the hall. Holding himself 'bout as straight - if not all-vertically - and still as he gets. Darting a look one way, the other, lowering a hand out by his side into a hold up -- ! stance, continuing to peeek around...
...Aaaand, between the silence of the hall and behind him...!
His brow shoots up. He flicks to turn a look back and over his shoulder at the two, ah... critters. A little chase up his spine to spin a thrill into his head -- hoo, he... sure did just turn his back on the things -- ...
But he dispels it with a cough into a laugh -- !]
-- Aaaiiin't you two comin' with -- ?
[Upward-diagonal inflection in a straight time, with the pitch but none of the flourish and tie-off of a question. Palm goes up, arm curves a jammed swing through the doorway. As he holds a smile with teeth 'n big ol' eyes up on the creatures. All of it deliberate, but... without heart.
A bit of a tentative brand of playing. Bopping something on the nose a few time with a stick to watch it snap and sneeze. Not laughing before you know it'll catch anything you throw and not take a chomp at you.]
Where: Team Rocket H.Q., Goldenrod City
When: June 4th-5th-ish!
Summary: Welcome to the team, son.
Rating: Language.
[Well!
Well, well, well, welly-well well well.
Coming to wasn't a big shock. It was jarring, yeah. Not too shocking once the snap-awake wore off and heated off into... boiling what the -- hell's going on, what did they DO agitation.
Nor was coming to in some unfamiliar dark room. A cell, right -- ?! Looks like someone had... got the jump on him, planted a trap, or some shit, were gonna -- come in and haul him off any moment, shove him in a chair, smack him around, slice him open to quote-unquote see the E-mutamycete in action, orrrr maybe just give him a talking to! Who knows?! He sure wouldn't once he hauled ass, got his bearings! Jimmied the fuck out of a way out of here -- ...
That -- said, ahh.
The first big surprise!
The bag.
The bag and the two capsules. With a little booklet.
Like... some kind of a "care package". To be sighed and grinned into with airquotes.
'Course he cracked into it.
All of it.
The booklet - mouth and eyes... dropping open as the later skimmed. Things parsed in a minor electrical hum.
The bag. Basically just... camping supplies.
The capsules -- with a start at the flash of light careful careful careful careful! and a giggle and a whoop and a WHOA! at the appearance of a little blue alligator, some kind of skeletal Doberman puppy...!
Got on the ground with them for a little bit! A mix of excited, detached wonder and experrrrrimental probing. Heyyyyy, little buddy...! Hee hee - don't'cha pull no tricks on me, will ya -- ? Noooo, I'll get'cha if ya do -- ...! Thaaat's right -- you're gonna be my monster friend -- ! Tentative pokes and finger-wiggles on the nose with just one snap-withdrawal from a playful clap! of jaws and a wag and a noooooo, you don't!
All in all, looks like he was found mid-hustle, all right.
Byyyyy another hopeful connection! Ha -- and here he thought he was doin' a good job layin' low; looks like his name's really gotten out there...
...All a... wry pattern of thoughts. Something to prop himself up on -- swell his chest and put a backlight to a heavy, heavy, sneery smile.
Twitching a little in the face with somethin' threatening to pull loose and snap.
'Cauuuuuse he doesn't much appreciate being yoinked out of some perfectly good business of his own, hauled away to God knows where, and "volunteered" for something, thank-a-you very much...!
Not -- to say it isn't a tastier arrangement than getting thrown into the slammer as a criminal or a traitor or an overgrown science sample. Who knows! It could be an out!
Orrrr it could be a bone to pick -- ...!
A little from Column A, a little from Column B.
By now, he's cracked open the door to the hall. Holding himself 'bout as straight - if not all-vertically - and still as he gets. Darting a look one way, the other, lowering a hand out by his side into a hold up -- ! stance, continuing to peeek around...
...Aaaand, between the silence of the hall and behind him...!
His brow shoots up. He flicks to turn a look back and over his shoulder at the two, ah... critters. A little chase up his spine to spin a thrill into his head -- hoo, he... sure did just turn his back on the things -- ...
But he dispels it with a cough into a laugh -- !]
-- Aaaiiin't you two comin' with -- ?
[Upward-diagonal inflection in a straight time, with the pitch but none of the flourish and tie-off of a question. Palm goes up, arm curves a jammed swing through the doorway. As he holds a smile with teeth 'n big ol' eyes up on the creatures. All of it deliberate, but... without heart.
A bit of a tentative brand of playing. Bopping something on the nose a few time with a stick to watch it snap and sneeze. Not laughing before you know it'll catch anything you throw and not take a chomp at you.]