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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:09 pm
((Most security guards will operate discreetly, especially at an event like this. There'd be no problem quietly removing Kenta from the party unless Kenta made it a problem.
However...))
"Man, I hate mook duty," Oz whined, kicking the low wall running alongside the dockyard. He was wearing plain clothes; dressed like a jogger with his blond hair pushed back by a headband. His bottom lip stuck out a little.
"This isn't 'mook duty'," Roy said, also dressed like a jogger, "the kid used a Gyarados to attack Liberty Garden. This is our job."
The World Government operative shot Roy a raised eyebrow. He was right. Still, unless their target really was as crazy as the reports suggested, it was going to be a boring collar.
"If you just want to stand there pouting, that's your call," Roy frowned, "I'm going to question the people in Passerby Analytics. Heh," he smiled, "they're probably not used to someone asking them all the questions."
Pleased with his observation, Roy jogged over to the PA HQ, slipping in through the front door. Oz looked around. Seemed like the city was deserted thanks to that Plasma Banquet. That was the kind of job he wanted. Fine food, fine drink, acceptable women. Not stuck searching a city for a kid and his water pokémon.
Water?
Jesus Christ, they were probably out at sea anyway. Oz sucked his cheek, staring out at the waves. Just then, he spotted something down near the waterfront. Could it be? Was it he?
"Hey!" he yelled, hurrying over. The child froze solid. He looked the right age. And was that...? "Nice white hair, kid. Looks to me like you match a description!"
"Huh? This isn't hair, it's a ha-"
"Shut up! You think you can talk your way outta this? How many ten year olds have white hair? Seriously." Oz grabbed the boy's shoulder and craned his head around to check the pokébelt. All empty except for a creepy grass snake thing. "Disposing of the evidence, eh?"
"What's wrong with-"
Oz slapped the cuffs on the kid. Luckily they were capable of holding around his tiny wrists. Job well done.
"We'll find out what's wrong with me when we question you up at the station. That's right, up. Flying Headquarters, b***h!"
((Pressure's off, Kenta. For now ninja ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:14 pm
"i saw you (insert amount of time here. still not sure how time works on here.) with henrietta right? i was looking for a familiar face here and saw you just sitting here alone" kenta was still smiling. he was getting to meet another celeberty in person! then he noticed the napkin N had folded. "is that origami? it looks cool!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:18 pm
yay im saved biggrin but whos the poor kid takin the blame?))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:20 pm
((Some kid. If he gets developed more, he can go on a roaring rampage of revenge. For now, Kenta might want to think about getting a nice hat.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:34 pm
((i did actually biggrin when i went to get the party clothes i said i got abunch of other clothes. im actually gonna draw one of kentas new outfits soon))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:37 pm
((Yes yes, Takamaru is a murderer, Guilty. To bad the only witness is, i dunno, dead. Muhahah twisted
But hey, Id Rater Go out via gyaradose Rampage Rather Than Jagged rock to armpit.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:38 pm
((Damn, when I was writing that I paused to think whether you'd said you'd got new clothes but I couldn't remember. I suck. gonk
Also: Doooo itttttt dramallama
edit: @TK- this one time in a fight against one of Jump's characters, mine threw a rock at his balls. That was sort of like murder.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:42 pm
lol i probaly wouldnt remember either if it wasnt me doing it. i only skim what dosnt impact me unless its realy interesting. clothes shoping isnt exactly exciting.
and im gonna biggrin ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:04 pm
((Had no Idea where im going with this, but i didnt want My Chars to sit around collecting Dust sweatdrop
@Masu- Ouch, Pretty close to murder indeed.))
About now Tk had grown bored of flying circles around Castelia, and Lancer had dozed off. But still, something inside him just didn't want to go back to his and hiba's Pokemon Center room.
No, instead, He had Saria Land atop a nearby roof of a seemingly random Sky scraper. Here he would dismount Saria, whom would perch on the edge of the scraper, over looking the City like a menacing gargoyle. Tk meanwhile would take a seat on the near by fire escape, Lancer resting in his Lap.
Here he would begin messing around with the various functions of his
X-tranceiver. A Way to pass the time as he waited for Hiba to contact him, from doing what Ever it was he was doing. After all, He hadn't seen Him actually leave, He only found a note that was left on the night stand stating that he'd be back late tonight.
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Meanwhile, Down at the Plasma Banquet, Hiba stood at the same spot, However he now Held a small glass of scotch.
'these waiter's are really shitty, giving alcohol to persons under 21. Not like im gonna complain though'
The alcohol was gone as quickly as it came. Being a pretty big Guy, Hiba would only feel a slight Buzz from the glass. Just enough o loosen up and think clearly.
so far however, He'd only seen Henrietta Dancing with some Guy, as well as a random Kid getting Pulled of by the Feds.
'worst. Banquet. Ever, Not Even one explosion or Wasted Naked Flamer swinging from the Chandler!' Outrageous is what this Banquet was, Not like the 'Banquets' Back home in ciniawood. Man, now those were Banquets. Wait, or was he Getting Banquets and Parties Mixed up again? Wait, did it matter?
Still, the Banquet Dragged on, To the point where Hiba was Almost about to head for the Exit. That was until he caught a random babe giving him 'the look', From across the way.
'Never mind, things are about to get a little bit more Fun.' he thought, Giving a wink in response. The Woman was Blonde, Probably in her early Twenties.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 6:11 pm
Frost the Weavile had Tess by the throat. Clinging to her back, his claws very slightly ripped her skin, freeing a trickle of blood. Zack stood with his arms folded, staring the teenager down. They were in one of Plasma's offices, the lights were out except for the glow of some computer monitors. Tess was going to tell Zack what she'd found.
"You must be loving this," she said, acting like she was trying not to laugh.
"Not got the time to waste with you," Zack frowned. He didn't want to kill her, but the repercussions of a former WG operative getting caught breaking into an embassy were more demanding than Tess's life. Even if Wayne still thought the world of her.
"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" she said teasingly, "Boring, ordinary life doesn't suit you one bit, does it?"
"Frost," Zack said, and Frost's claw dug deeper, spilling more blood but not enough to open a major artery.
"Alright, alright," Tess's smile began to fade. She was faltering. Frost watched her carefully as she reached out for an overturned sheet of paper, flipping it over to reveal what was on the front. "Plasma have been researching the Sinnoh Orbs."
Zack's eyes opened wide. The Sinnoh Orbs were three spheres imbued with the powers of legendary pokémon. Specifically, they were capable of enhancing the powers of Dialga, Palkia and Giratina, turning gods into something else entirely.
"Why?"
"I don't-" Tess squeaked when Frost tightened his grip suddenly. Zack held up his hand. The pokémon stopped.
"Nobody else can know about this," Zack told her, "I'm not ******** around."
"Someone there?" a voice called out. The hall lights flicked on and a patrolman stuck his head in through the door. He didn't bother turning the room light on, remaining content with peering around in the darkness until shrugging and carrying on with his guard duty.
Zack stood up from behind the desk. He glanced down at Tess, who was on her knees and holding a hand to her throat. Frost stood next to her, eyeing Zack carefully.
"They're tightening security," Zack said, "Get out now. I'll take care of him."
"Okay..." Tess nodded, clutching her neck. She'd lost her cool almost entirely, Zack observed. He almost felt bad.
"Frost, stay with her," Zack instructed the pokémon, who nodded, and Zack cracked his knuckles.
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One more grunt to add to the pile. Zack turned out the light and shut the door to their room. He twisted the door handle upwards until the metal snapped, breaking the lock and making sure nobody else would stumble onto the unconscious patrol pile.
Zack tossed the handle into a nearby bin and reached the window that he'd come in from. Time to escape, he thought. He'd come away with more information than he'd started with, even if it was vague. He had Plasma's research notes in his pocket, and Tess promised him that there wasn't anything else in there. He didn't trust her but she should be too scared of him to lie.
Not to mention she now knew of Frost's true loyalty. She wouldn't dare betray them.
He landed on the grass outside Plasma's building. The guard he'd knocked out on his way in was lying still; breathing but unconscious. Zack moved swiftly out of the garden, mingling with what was now a steady stream of people moving to and from the banquet, finally reaching the street.
"Jump," he said, calling the agent's Xtransceiver and speaking once the call went through, "I'm done here. How's it looking on your end?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:57 pm
((Legal age in legends is 16, Takamaru.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:17 pm
((For the record, 'being a student' is really an occupation, or something like I'd say that I'm doing for a living. Working just sounds so much better. >.>; ))
The spin caused Henrietta to eep and when she was drawn back her arms were up, bent at the elbow, to rest against her chest. She had not been expecting that.
"A student," Henrietta said.
That asks me out, to a plasma banquet, where one of the waiters was a man I met earlier.
Nobody said they were bad people, but at the same time, keeping tabs on people might be on their list. They had, after all, tried to foil their plans twice. Still, Henrietta couldn't really bring herself to be one of those overly suspicious people that followed a maybe lead with some bias - but that didn't stop her from poking around. It'd all seem casual.
"I'm not sure what I want to be either." It wasn't a question she'd thought a whole lot about but the sense of going nowhere was always present with her. "Maybe I'll join Plasma," she said.
((Also Eunmi, Henrietta, Saden and Robby all saw you kill her, Takamaru. You sonnuva b***h.))
***
"An ex-agent breaking into the Plasma embassy with no reason, lead by an agent of Interpol. I could ground you both, Jump. But for you, it'd be permanent." Kero eyed Jump. Grown up? Kero could never see it, not with any of the old crew members.
They'd grown, powerful, strong, determined, smart, but not up, not matured in any of the ways that'd lead one to assume they could handle the whole 'hero' game again.
"You know as well as I do that one of you could die. There are no guarantees, not for a hot head and his out of practice best friend. I'm not willing to bet my son's life on your confidence."
***
Goldberg stepped out of the room, intent on collecting his prize. Stepping over to the bar for another shot(bottle) of Jack, he'd look around for Jump.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:54 am
((UK English legal drinking age is 18. Not sure if it's lower anywhere else. I hear that in Scotland they raise their children on alcohol, so they might not have a drinking age restriction.
Then again, that might be one of those scot-slurs that gets treated as fact.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:11 am
((According to Wikipedia... The Legal Drinking Age is none-existant in Morocco, Togo, Cuba, Jamaica, Uruguay, Armenia, Cambodia, Macau, Malaysia, Vietnam, Albania and kinda Denmark but they're more strict on things in different locations (I.e. You can get served in a store at 16, but not a bar or restaurant), and 16 in Sudan, Haiti, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Austria, Belgium (For Beer and Wine), Germany (Same as Belgium), Italy, Liechtenstein (For Beer, Wine and Cider), Luxembourg, Malta, Netherlands, Switzerland (Beer, Wine and Cider) and Tokelau.
Some of those are probably wrong, but, eh. That's pretty much the picture of the lowest drinking ages across the world.
And Mars, the UK Drinking Age is 18, so, it's the same for Scotland too. biggrin ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:24 am
((Yes, I realised what I'd put after I put it. My friend's Scottish, so he'd probably slap me with his kilt and have my guts for haggis if he saw that.
I just wanted to mention the young drinking thing crying ))
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