Not a bad idea! I run a greeting card and novelties company - I dunno how to not be running a business.
[And since weapons and high tech self defense and robots aren't in demand here, he's adjusted. Whatever, it works, he has money and that's the important thing.]
But yeah, uh...this is not a great main gig. I mean ya get a free bed and food and everything, but the pay's not awesome and advancement is...well let's just say it's limited. But it's cool, you do what you're told, you don't get caught, you'll be fine. And we'll get along just fine.
[She seems like a bright enough kid, respect for authority...not bad, really. He's worked with worse.]
So. Tell me what makes you a beneficial addition to Team Rocket. What skills do you bring to the table?
Well, beyond my sword skills, I'm proficient in a variety of methods of self defense. If I absolutely had to, I could probably take somebody down—nonlethally—before they could get out their Pokéballs.
I'm a fairly analytical thinker, and I notice things. It's hard to explain, but... well, I guess there are some benefits to training to fight for your life with a sword since you were twelve. I have good instincts, is what I'm saying. With all this in mind, well, I'm not exactly experienced in this area, but I could probably plan and execute a simple heist on my own with a little prep time.
Now, if we're being really pragmatic, people wouldn't assume a bright, enthusiastic, nerdy girl like me would be part of a criminal organization, so I can probably slip under the radar a bit more easily than most grunts.
I'm also good with numbers and have excellent attention to detail, so I could probably run logistics too.
[She says this all without a trace of ego in her voice.]
[Way more than Jack expected. Holy shit, okay, he's getting a clearer picture now. This is a bona fide over achiever right here. Interesting. Very, very interesting.]
[But also jesus, he didn't need all of that. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, once again reflecting on the current state of his life.]
I'm guessing you got a lot of spelling bee trophies at home. Okay, so, theoretically yes, useful skills. But how about your sleight of hand? How are you at picking pockets? Locks? Disarming alarms? Smuggling? Your disguise game, what's that looking like?
[The things that Jack finds the most important for working in the field.]
[Connie grimaces. There was a reason she left that stuff out.] I doubt you'll be happy to hear this, but: I was a hero-type back home. Vanquishing monsters, toppling fascist regimes, exploring ancient ruins- that sort of thing. I... don't really have much experience with skills like that.
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Unfortunately, though, I've... taken to that stuff quite well. I'm no master, not by a long shot, but by the end of the week I should be...
Halfway competent.
[Connie is clearly underselling herself here. And doing it quite intentionally. It's disconcerting, really, having natural talent at stuff like this.]
Please stop thinking I am in any way the representative face of this organization.
[Jack holds up a hand.]
You're not the first 'hero-type' to get nabbed and stuck in here, I've killed two giant space monsters and saved a whole space station, moon, and planet. Relax. It's not like we do real crime.
[Not by Jack's standards anyway. Not by a long shot. But he comes from a world where things like murder aren't considered illegal.]
It's bullshit pick-pocketing and petty thievery crap, mostly.
[Jack just keeps grinning. He circles Connie, giving her a good long once over.]
Pick-pocketing and getting into places without getting caught. They don't focus enough on that, and those aren't exactly what you'd call intuitive skills. And disguises! I cannot stress how important a good disguise is.
[Connie raises a single eyebrow and follows after Jack silently, keeping perfect pace with him.]
[She has no clue what to make of Jack, really. Sure, he seems nice enough, but... you don't get where he is in the organization without getting your hands dirty, no matter how cartoonish Team Rocket is.]
I figure you already got the base tour, so I'm not gonna bother.
[Jack strides confidently through the halls, with the air of a man who not only owns the place but wants everyone to know that he does. His two canine Pokemon flank him as he goes, heads swiveling this way and that like a pair of bodyguards.]
The bases kinda suck, especially at your level! But...free food, free board, training space...it ain't a bad cushion to have. And I really don't give a shit what you do, as long as you're making your quotas and staying under the radar. I really can't stress enough how much you cannot get caught. Which is why disguise is such an important part of the job and they basically think a hat counts as a disguise.
[The tone of his voice clearly displays his distaste for Team Rocket in general.]
No. Screw that, you need wigs, you need body padding, you need to actually disguise who you are! I tell ya, I miss home-tech. I've got a pocket watch...press a button it's an invisibility shield. Cut my work time in half at least....
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[And since weapons and high tech self defense and robots aren't in demand here, he's adjusted. Whatever, it works, he has money and that's the important thing.]
But yeah, uh...this is not a great main gig. I mean ya get a free bed and food and everything, but the pay's not awesome and advancement is...well let's just say it's limited. But it's cool, you do what you're told, you don't get caught, you'll be fine. And we'll get along just fine.
[She seems like a bright enough kid, respect for authority...not bad, really. He's worked with worse.]
So. Tell me what makes you a beneficial addition to Team Rocket. What skills do you bring to the table?
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I'm a fairly analytical thinker, and I notice things. It's hard to explain, but... well, I guess there are some benefits to training to fight for your life with a sword since you were twelve. I have good instincts, is what I'm saying. With all this in mind, well, I'm not exactly experienced in this area, but I could probably plan and execute a simple heist on my own with a little prep time.
Now, if we're being really pragmatic, people wouldn't assume a bright, enthusiastic, nerdy girl like me would be part of a criminal organization, so I can probably slip under the radar a bit more easily than most grunts.
I'm also good with numbers and have excellent attention to detail, so I could probably run logistics too.
[She says this all without a trace of ego in her voice.]
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[Way more than Jack expected. Holy shit, okay, he's getting a clearer picture now. This is a bona fide over achiever right here. Interesting. Very, very interesting.]
[But also jesus, he didn't need all of that. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, once again reflecting on the current state of his life.]
I'm guessing you got a lot of spelling bee trophies at home. Okay, so, theoretically yes, useful skills. But how about your sleight of hand? How are you at picking pockets? Locks? Disarming alarms? Smuggling? Your disguise game, what's that looking like?
[The things that Jack finds the most important for working in the field.]
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[...]
Unfortunately, though, I've... taken to that stuff quite well. I'm no master, not by a long shot, but by the end of the week I should be...
Halfway competent.
[Connie is clearly underselling herself here. And doing it quite intentionally. It's disconcerting, really, having natural talent at stuff like this.]
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[Jack holds up a hand.]
You're not the first 'hero-type' to get nabbed and stuck in here, I've killed two giant space monsters and saved a whole space station, moon, and planet. Relax. It's not like we do real crime.
[Not by Jack's standards anyway. Not by a long shot. But he comes from a world where things like murder aren't considered illegal.]
It's bullshit pick-pocketing and petty thievery crap, mostly.
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[Oh, if only Connie knew.]
I'll keep that in mind. Speaking of, what kind of training did you have in mind?
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[Jack just keeps grinning. He circles Connie, giving her a good long once over.]
Pick-pocketing and getting into places without getting caught. They don't focus enough on that, and those aren't exactly what you'd call intuitive skills. And disguises! I cannot stress how important a good disguise is.
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Bring it on, chief.
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[Jack claps his hands and turns on his heel, then gestures for Connie to follow.]
Come on, I'm craving shitty caf food. We'll grab a bite. The food's bad but it's that perfect kinda bad where it's like delicious garbage.
[Exactly Jack's favorite kind of food.]
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[She has no clue what to make of Jack, really. Sure, he seems nice enough, but... you don't get where he is in the organization without getting your hands dirty, no matter how cartoonish Team Rocket is.]
[Connie is going to need to keep an eye on him.]
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[Jack strides confidently through the halls, with the air of a man who not only owns the place but wants everyone to know that he does. His two canine Pokemon flank him as he goes, heads swiveling this way and that like a pair of bodyguards.]
The bases kinda suck, especially at your level! But...free food, free board, training space...it ain't a bad cushion to have. And I really don't give a shit what you do, as long as you're making your quotas and staying under the radar. I really can't stress enough how much you cannot get caught. Which is why disguise is such an important part of the job and they basically think a hat counts as a disguise.
[The tone of his voice clearly displays his distaste for Team Rocket in general.]
No. Screw that, you need wigs, you need body padding, you need to actually disguise who you are! I tell ya, I miss home-tech. I've got a pocket watch...press a button it's an invisibility shield. Cut my work time in half at least....
[He talks the entire way to the cafeteria.]