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| 1st Cell: New Mission; A Whole New Wo- Ahem! Mission! | |
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| Pop Smash | Oct 12 2014, 01:02 PM Post #1 |
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Dancing Dragonite
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Upon arriving to Headquarters, the grunts would immediately notice the distinct lack of employees in the building. Those that were astute and up-to-date on their Von Gio knowledge would know that today is Selindra Von Gio's birthday. Anyone who watched the news this morning would see that there is a massive party being held at Von Gio estate in her honor. All of the "legit" employees would be invited to that and no one refused an invitation to a party as big as Selindra's birthday celebration. Even if it DID mean traveling all the way to Littleroot City in Hoenn. Once the whole group was waiting in the same briefing room as before, though now it was furnished with some essential early morning necessities (mostly coffee), orders would be given out. |
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| Jennifurret | Oct 12 2014, 04:12 PM Post #2 |
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Hex Maniac
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Zana was fairly awake by the time she arrived at headquarters, having spent the morning training with her new Pokemon. Omen - a fitting name earned by her Murkrow - had taken the lead in showing Absol the ropes. By the end of their session, both Pokemon looked itching for a battle, and that's just how Zana wanted them. She had decided this would be the day to test out what the Absol could do, and see if she could earn a name. Zana had given the Pokemon her old Rattata's Razor Claw to help her in the upcoming fight. Ratcliffe...she pushed the memories out of her mind. After strolling to the debriefing room on autopilot, it finally struck her just how empty the place was. "Where the heck is everyone?" she mumbled out loud, filling up her coffee and slumping into a seat. Training info
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| MasterBlade | Oct 13 2014, 01:08 PM Post #3 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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In the past hundred or so years, the art of artificial implants had revolutionized medical science. With the dawn of Pacemakers came replacement bones, limbs, artificial organs, and eventually the first mechanical implants to boost performance. Many a hand had perfected the craft, and many brilliant scientists dedicated their life's work to its advancement to the modern day craft. With Doctor Moon's fusing of this implant technology with modern day nanobot sciences, implant technology had reached a new high. Or low in this case, as the frustrated Clefable watched as an Arcanine maintained a cycle of bashing its head against its cell's wall. A simple mind control implant; why was it giving him so much frustration! The rockets had this technology for ages, they perfected their drone armies with these chips! But for some reason, converting said technology to a nanobot form for non-surgical implementation caused the entire chip to glitch out. An order to sit became translated to piss on the floor. An order to stay became *shoot fire at the ceiling*. And now this... he had no idea what was causing the Arcanine to headbash the wall and every hit only burned a larger fury in Doctor Moon's eyes. Oh well, at least it was doing better than the subject with the artificial gills; he likely wasn't going to get the deposit back on that one. Regardless, the morning had clocked on, a buzzer reminding the doctor of his early-morning mission appointment. A simple button on the cage put the Arcanine to a deep snooze; this would be continued later. While it was a damn shame he had to skip the big party for this mission (not really, he hates being the Donphan in the room), he would make sure to take this assignment with the up-most seriousness. ------------------------------------------------ Doctor Moon entered the debriefing room riding on his rolling office chair, the wheels turning with the help of his magnet device. He pulled himself up to the side of the room, taking a position of artificial importance. He might not be the one with the mission specs today but it didn't mean he couldn't pretend to be. "Good Morning Shouty Grunt. Happy Rocket Boss Birthday Apreciation Day. Be sure to send card to office of Chief Rocket Executive. Or send sealed envelope with Grunt's name; she will not read it anyways. Refusal to send letter will result in random pay penalty, HQ WILL expect all employee celebration even if unspoken." The doctor sent a box of scented logs with his letter. At least the fireplace where the CEO shoves all the letters will make her room smell nice. Edited by MasterBlade, Oct 13 2014, 07:08 PM.
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| HeadPikachu | Oct 13 2014, 07:23 PM Post #4 |
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Designated Campaign Creeper
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Liz popped into the conference room as Moon was talking; her Zubat looked as chipper as an eyeless bat can, though the snagger still appeared to be getting used to this whole 'waking up in the morning' thing. She absently waved in the general direction of the pair as she plopped down in a chair. "I sent mine in with Gran's; do it every year." Liz assured, trying to pop her back in the chair. It wasn't working. Damn conference chairs. Kat flew off her shoulder and onto the table, her ears turning towards each new sound in the room. |
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| Jennifurret | Oct 13 2014, 07:37 PM Post #5 |
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Hex Maniac
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"Like I'm gonna send her a letter," she laughed and crossed her arms at their attempt to prank her. Until a hint of doubt crept across her face, which Zana quickly turned into a glare. "You are joking, right? Don't mess with me." Shooting daggers
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| SuperVaderMan | Oct 16 2014, 11:23 PM Post #6 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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Minutes after everyone else arrived in the conference room, a random hobo saunters into the room. At least he looks like one, what with the old, dirty, stained clothes, greasy, unkempt hair. Another glance, however, reveals the clean black shirt poking out between his jacket zippers, with a big red "R" emblazoned on it. Turns out this is another Rocket grunt! The young man stops and glances around at everyone else gathered already... before casually strolling over to a chair furthest from everyone else and plopping down to wait. In contrast to this, an absolutely massive, meter-wide purple ball of fluff bounces in excitedly behind the newcomer's leisurely gait, and when he sits down the animated puffball hops onto his lap to snuggle in. The young man has to mat down the creature's fur just to be able to see over top of it. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| MasterBlade | Oct 17 2014, 04:33 AM Post #7 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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"This is criminal mafia organization centered around business whims of wonderfully aggressive CEO. Trust what you wish, but when Grunt sees random write-up for *Unkempt Hair*, *Poor Uniform Care* and *Arrived Two Seconds Late To Meeting*, think of what might cause sudden strain on Grunt's wallet." And then entered the grunt best described by all three things. "Good morning fellow party-allergic team associate. We were having conversation regarding Zana Grunt's imminent wage deduction. Please provide pronoun, handle, or otherwise fitting title to group." *Sniff sniff* Was that... the smell of a sewage dump? Good gracious, this kid smelled like he either bathed in sludge, associated with sludge monsters, or WAS in fact a sludge monster! If Command were to order another 'perfect condition uniform' mission, that would be a pain to fix. "Casual reminder to no Grunt in particular. Shower facilities located in halls C, D, and F are free for Grunt use." Edited by MasterBlade, Oct 17 2014, 07:01 AM.
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| SuperVaderMan | Oct 17 2014, 07:05 AM Post #8 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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Gavin already had his nose embedded in the fluff of the creature on his lap. He detaches himself at Moon's questions, though, and trace amounts of purple powder can be seen clinging under his nostrils. He stares and blinks at the talking Clefable for a moment... glances down at the purple ball... and back up at the Clefable. Shaking his head a little to himself, he wipes his nose with a grimy glove and speaks up. "Miasma. I do poisons," he answers briefly, not specifying whether that was his trade or his hobby. He doesn't seem to acknowledge the shower comment. The purple fluff ball, meanwhile, turns around until two big red, compound eyes are looking at the rest of the group. It gives out a friendly chirr, and wags its antennae in greeting. |
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| HeadPikachu | Oct 17 2014, 07:22 AM Post #9 |
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Designated Campaign Creeper
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Liz wrinkled her nose at the new guy entering the room, and poor little Kat covered her nostrils with one wing and hopped towards her trainer. Geez, who did Gran piss off to get her stuck with THIS guy? At least a poisons expert would probably be helpful...Snickering at Moon's totally-not-directed-at-Gavin mention, the nodded to the newcomer. "Liz Riley, snagger. Echo during missions. This girl is Kat." The Zubat hopped into her lap and buried her face in the snagger's clothes, making a little whine in complaint. |
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| Jennifurret | Oct 17 2014, 02:25 PM Post #10 |
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Hex Maniac
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Zana scowled, but on the inside she was panicking about buying stamps. Who even sent letters nowadays?! But her train of thought was interrupted when she saw the disheveled grunt enter the room - well, she smelled him first. As he started to get high off his (admittedly adorable) Pokemon, Zana couldn't help but laugh at his brashness. "Zana. My job is to take things out before you'd even have a chance to poison them," she said with a smirk. "So, when the hell are we actually going to learn about this mission? I'm ready. And I totally call not sitting next to Stinky on the hovercraft." |
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