|| Let's Go on a Hunt

[Kell]

While she had come to expect Razz’s unstable personality from the moment he exploded onto Base, Fawn frowned at his sudden, sharp proclamation. She had no idea where his constant joy and excitement came from. Though they had both just agreed to embark on a quest that had proven deadly to Darkness members in the past, she herself had already written off the coming foray as simply another mission.

Fawn was used to traveling in a party. Though she always preferred to go independently, it obviously was not possible to execute some missions without at least three people. Even in such small numbers, she rarely got close to her teammates. On occasion referred to as abrasive and a control freak, she would reply with a polite “Eff off.” Those people didn’t make much of an impression on her.

This time however, it appeared it would just be the two of them; and off the bat she was caught off guard, as no one ever reacted excitedly to working with her. Granted, the man in question seemed to get excited for no reason at all, so she did not take it personally.

We’re going now?—Of course we’re going now, she imagined, interrupting her own thoughts. Without plans, or anything. Fawn was one accustomed to scheduling and planning, and Razz seemed a creature of haste and spontaneity. Though it appealed to her ego a bit when Razz proposed that she knew more about missions than he did.

“Ok,” she said yieldingly, trying to think ahead on their basic necessities. Then her eyes lit up, as she realized that Razz would have the clearance to obtain heavier artillery for them (rarer Pokemon and gadgets that Darkness didn’t lend to just any member). “Sure, I can tell you what we need—” That was good enough for him.

Her eyes widened when he touched her. Any impression of Fawn’s professionalism was thrown out the window the second that Darkness’s second General pulled her form into the hallway like a small child, then abruptly halted and caused her to nearly crash into him.

Fawn pulled against him, and was about to tell him that she was a grown woman, but he spoke first.

She raised an eyebrow at his request, of which surprised her enough to stop struggling.

“I’ll call you Razz if it makes it easier for you,” Fawn said in a sweet, patronizing tone that did not mesh with her annoyed face. She felt foolish being pulled about, and yet again thanked the stars that no one else was in sight.

Normally, the chain of command was one of the things that helped Fawn stay productive. It drew a line of professionalism that couldn’t be crossed. In this situation however, she had to agree with him; they were pretty much equals, as far as experience in Team Darkness went. She just called him Sir to maintain even a semblance of honoring the rules towards a man she resented. A bit relieved that she could drop that forced respect, she was just surprised that he saw them as equals…

As she trotted next to him, she regained her senses, discomfort and irritation coming to the forefront of her mind. Personal space was another of the small rights she demanded. She squeezed his hand briefly, reassuringly, as she attempted to slide from his grip. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to escape,” she said briskly.

They moved through the maze of hallways, and she focused on the task ahead. She started listing the things she could think of out loud. “Ok. First off, we’ll need a basic set,” she said as they arrived at the primary laboratory. “That would include Super Potions, Super Repels, Full Heals, Escape ropes, and a first aid kit,” she listed, eyes boring into his to make sure he got it all. “You get those, while I get the hardware.”

“We’ll also need to reload a credit card with some funds for the road. I’ll let you work that out,” she said, turning to type the code into the keypad, hair flipping behind her. With a typical whoosh, the metal doors to the lab opened, and she swept in. Fawn always walked purposefully through the labs, but this time felt different. There were no restricted areas for her now; not when she was with the second General. She smiled smugly. There’s a bright side for you.

Though the sterile white and chrome surroundings could remind some people of hospitals, she felt comfortable and familiar with everything, as she strode over to the electronics.

It had been awhile since she’d outfitted for a long mission. The problem would be deciding what to bring, and what they could get on the road if they ever needed. Although her Stunky could provide a good smokescreen, she would be damned if she was the idiot who failed because she didn’t bring emergency smoke grenades. Fawn packed them neatly into the pockets of a bag, as she moved down the line of shelves, like a black market grocery shopper. And of course they’d need some Dark balls.

Dark pokeballs were special capsules developed by their own scientists. They did a decent job of restraining unwilling targets that were owned by other trainers; but clearly, little to no effort was put into naming the invention. She just wanted to know which genius was responsible for naming it, and subjecting her to constant ‘Dark balls’ jokes from some retarded teammates.

In her short time there, Fawn had gone on missions with both the good and the bad of TD’s members. Each time, she’d held herself together by being organized and vigilant. As much as she planned and prepared for every assignment, the real variable in this situation was Razz, as she wasn’t sure he could ever be predicted.

[Naze]

Though the second general was no more then a tyro in the complex industry of teams, organization, and the various likes the man's passionate sense of ambition fell no short of what was to be expected of any leader. Granted in this illusion of industry Razz's certain 'Ambitions' that were obvious yet still little known were hardly welcomed. Razz had the knowledge that he could simply walk out the doors right now and leave this commotion but instead he immured himself here in what was no short of his hell. However, though this unstable safety was something worth enduring for, this was the first time it would ever truly pay off in another form. Due to his... 'different' personality, Razz found it uncommon to be chosen for any mission and if he had another individual accompanying himself, it was more likely an order from their leader [or rather his enemy] to keep close monitor upon his actions, to ensure he be kept in line whether in be willfully or weighed down with chains.

But now, this was his idea, his order, he had configured this devious scheme within his own chaotic imagination! Entirely casting the thought of Fawn being a large issue with her abrasive personality into the void to never be brought into the light of consciousness, Razz could not restrain his bright smile nor would he even entertain the thought. However, Razz had his moments of seriousness and he allowed his bliss to shatter and deem lights of reality to beam through the cracks of this temporarily broken emotion to focus more intensely upon the issue at hand. Rather unconsciously releasing Fawn's hand from his delighted grip and paying no mind to even give her a reply to the ludicrous statement she had presented him, Razz only gave her a coherent glance when she spoke once more. As his companion-to-be began to speak, it took some abnegation on his part to deny himself a harsh flinch as their eyes met, his golden hues feeling almost violated as surprising, when the list was completed, he had each item burned into his memory through those stern eyes of the female.

"Right! And then we can leave before everyone else wakes up!" the flamboyant male commented with a gesture to the clock upon one of the walls that showed the time ; the hands getting a bit too close to the time where most average members awoke from their lazy slumbers. "So let's hurry," Razz added with a slightly serious tone in his voice, having no desire to see anyone else and have their mission confronted by any other. However, the man could only hope that Fawn paid the comment mind since she had already turned sharply to enter the code that made the laboratory's metal doors open with ease.

For a moment, Razz forgot his true intentions that would conclude after their mission. It wasn't everyday he got a partner if that couldn't be stretched far enough! But, there would be time to take in that joy of at least having company later, for now he wondered over to the counters that held various items upon their hard chrome tops. Mentally scanning the list that Fawn had told him, Razz moved down the counters and packed the items within a velvet red bag that he had always kept with him within the confines of his jacket.

However, as the second General of Team Darkness strode down the line of items, stuffing them within his crimson red pouch, his eyes caught the site of a Pokeball. Razz had not been in the lab often in his stay at the base but he had certainly visited it's hard interior to notice that the item was entirely misplaced ; unlike the scientists that were quite tidy on average. It was only until he lifted up the Pokeball within his palm that the general realized that it had an 'RZ' initial on the bottom, signifying that it was belonging to him. Most likely something they would've given me later.. Razz imagined with a shrug. If it was his, then he could just take it now right? And if it was his, then he could open it now.. right? Right. And with that, the black and white sphere parted with a tap to it's center to reveal a creature that materialized out of the thick white vapor that the ball shot from it's mechanical interior ; a young little Dratini. Any other time, Razz would've most likely gave a feminine shout of absolute joy but this.. It made him grimace and feel an uncontrollable sense of odium towards their scientists. A Dratini.. But it was immensely discolored and glowing crimson red as if radioactive in some sense. The little wyvern Pokemon was absolutely radiating some sense of malice that made Razz immediately return the Pokemon to it's container. "An Alvah.." Razz verbally recalled.

An Alvah. An absolutely evil contemplation. Razz could remember the day he heard about these abominations clear as the present ; he would've disposed of the leader right then if members had not forcefully halted his violent actions swiftly. The General took a moment to amuse the thought of simply leaving the Alvah Dratini in place for the scientists to keep or give to another member but instead, Razz pocketed the Pokemon within his coat's outer pouch before lending the clock a glance. It was about time now to safely assume that Fawn had been long finished with her half of their illegal 'shopping list' so with a swift pace in his stride, Razz headed over to the grunt. "Done! Now c'mon, hurry hurry! Oh, I found something special for you. Well, I'm kinda giving you it as a 'gift'," Razz stated, knowing that even though he held no value for said 'Alvah Pokemon', any other member would probably kill for one, especially a rare.

With swift notions still in mind, Razz took the Pokeball from his outer pocket and placed it within Fawn's hands. "It's a Dratini. One of those Alvahs.." Razz informed her in haste and with slight distaste staining his tone, unable to cloak it in the least. And then the general took a moment to do something rather 'unexpected' [if you could ever put anything past the man]. And this moment was sustained to embrace Fawn in an affectionate hug, a close enough encounter for the male to scent the shampoo and conditioner within the female's hair and the woman to scent the cologne he wore. "Thanks for agreeing to go with me. You're the first companion I've had in.. awhile," Razz stated, still clinging to her before finally releasing his business oriented partner and dashing towards the open doors, skidding to a stop with a bright smile enveloping his facial features that spoke his true happiness greater then his previous words. "Hurry," the man still reminded [granted this reminder was considerably playful] as he stood at the single entrance and exit to the laboratory.



Congrats! You Received..


Alvah Dratini
Female
LVL. 23
Moves
Alvah Blitz [See Starters Page For Details]
Alvah Blast [See Starters Page For Details]
Dragon Pulse
Dragon Rage

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[Kell]

When she heard Razz approaching, she was double-checking her items. “Yes, yes, I’m almost done,” she dismissed, finishing her routine. Hoisting the bag onto her shoulder, Fawn turned to him, when he said he had a gift. “Really…” she said suspiciously, raising her eyebrows.

After he placed the pokeball in her hands, her jaw dropped a bit, and she just stared at it. The strange, shiny black and white capsule seemed to hum in her palm. “Is this…” she said quietly. An Alvah? As far as she knew, they were months from perfection, or even stability. The thought that she would be in possession of a prototype was thrilling, to say the least.

Razz confirmed her suspicions, and added furthermore, that it was a Dratini. She looked up at him, wondering why it was that he would give this to her when he could more easily have kept it, and couldn’t help but hear a flash of revulsion cross his voice. Why would he be disgusted? Dratini weren’t the worst looking Pokemon in the world, and hell…she’d put up with any appearance if it happened to be one of the strongest evolutions possible. That's shallow, she thought, immediately striking that down. Then it must be the fact that the Alvah in her hand was "genetically enhanced," a kinder term the scientists used, which everyone knew covered a broad spectrum of experimental modifications that only the lucky survived. Perhaps he was against that, but such was the price of scientific advancement.

A moment later, this distaste dissipated and his arms encircled her. She stiffened. She couldn’t remember the last time she was physically this close to someone (barring her bump-and-grab pokeball thefts).

Couldn’t remember, or refused to remember? Fawn shut those thoughts down. Razz spoke, and she caught a glimpse of a man lonely enough to appreciate her company. It alarmed her for some reason. How quickly that could change!

Nonetheless, she had started to relax a bit; then it was over as soon as it began. Before she realized, Razz was at the door. She shivered a bit, and noted to get a sweater. Dammit, what kind of person would be so openly affectionate and grateful towards any person they barely knew?

A good person, she thought frowning. An optimist. It had been years since she’d been around someone so trusting, and full of life, and it brought strange and painful old feelings to her consciousness. Especially being around cynics, rebels, mercenaries; the dredges of society that she had grown up around, his uncontained elation stood out so much…

The truth was that she was probably as grateful to be going on a meaningful mission. Though it was the case, people expressed themselves in different ways, and some not at all. She would keep this to herself, as she always did when she felt she might lose control of the situation.

As Razz told her to hurry, Fawn noted the lighthearted tone. And as she looked up at him, the expression on his face was perhaps more startling than his previous action, portraying a genuine joy that she could not believe had anything to do with her. She swallowed quickly, cleared her throat.

She looked at the capsule again; ran her manicured fingers across the cold, smooth surface. Though she wanted to have a look at the Pokemon now, she also was keen to leave the Base before anyone saw them. Deciding to examine it first thing once they were on the road, Fawn placed it in her bag along with her other Pokemon.

Striding towards the exit, she quickly ran through all the things she could say about what just happened. “Razz,” she started coolly, as she came to stand in front of him. “I—Thank you,” she settled for. “As I think you’re well aware of, you wouldn’t catch any other Team Darkness member giving this Pokemon away, myself included,” she said with a vacant smile. And it was the truth.

She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, and straightened up. “Ok, while we were in the lab, I checked the database for info on the last Suicune recapturing attempt. There wasn’t much that we didn’t already know, but an update showed that a contact in Oleander Town believes that one of the Suicune owners may have passed through recently. Though it’s not too far from here, well…I think you know why it wasn’t followed up on,” she said briskly, thinking once again of Daisu Hill’s negligence.

"It's all hearsay, but I think it's a good lead," she finished.